aakeysmash · 23 hours ago
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you manage to make college!sukuna take yuuji trick or treating
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You barely put your foot inside the apartment when you hear sniffling coming from the kitchen.
“Please ‘Kuna, I can’t go alone,” Yuuji mumbles, moving a single piece of spaghetti around his plate.
Sukuna huffs, standing up from the table. "Can't you just go with that kid you invited over the other day? Meg... Meg something?"
"No! I already told you I can't, like 3 times!" Yuuji starts, getting progressively more frustrated.
"Don't throw a fucking tantrum, Yuuji, you know I hate that shit," the older grits out, cleaning his plate.
"But-"
"Hello...?" you say, peeking inside. Two sets of eyes fix on you, and silence engulfs the three of you for what feels like the longest three seconds ever. "Y'all are weird," you whisper, getting inside and going to the fridge. Yuuji waves at you, trying to be polite even if you can see he's on the brink of tears, before the two brothers in the room with you resume their conversation.
"Brat, I'm not coming. I have assignments," Sukuna sighs. He doesn't turn around, he knows Yuuji is pouting and he might or might not have lied. Well, not completely: he does have to turn in two different projects for his economics class, but he's almost finished. He did say he would take a double shift the night Yuuji is asking him about though. They're tight on money, but it's not like he wants to admit that to his little brother. Is this what guilt feels like?
The little pink haired boy sniffles, then nods. "It's okay," he slurs out, cleaning after himself in silence. For the next 5 minutes, you can hear a pin drop from how silent it is. Sukuna keeps on washing dishes, Yuuji keeps on cleaning the table.
You're still standing by the fridge, trying to mind your own business, but seeing the whole scene makes the hair on your nape stand up. The two siblings would have the same stoic and unmoving face if it wasn't for Yuuji's lip trembling imperceptibly from time to time.
"I'm going to my room. Sorry for having bothered you, 'Kuna," the little one says, opening the door to the kitchen softly, and closing it even softer. Sukuna inhales strongly, putting his hands on the counter in front of him and closing his eyes. You feel like if you breathe harder than what a mosquito does, he'll crash out.
He pats his pockets repeatedly, searching for something. He takes out a pack of cigarettes and turns around to reach for the lighter you keep in the first drawer, when your voice startles him. Seeing him startled startles you too. He's never startled. What is going on?
"I thought you quit."
"Mind your own fucking business," he snarls, snatching open the drawer.
"What's got your panties in a twist?" you reply, matching his rudeness.
"Can you shut the fuck up? Damn," he continues, glaring at you, taking one big drag of the pressed tobacco between his fingers.
"No, I'd like to eat a normal dinner with both of you today, so are you going to tell me what is going on or do I have to ask your crying nine year old little brother?" you hiss out, snatching the cigarette he just lit and tossing it in the sink, still wet from when he washed his dishes, effectively turning it off.
He's on you in a second. "Don't piss me off, woman," he says, trapping you between the sink and his body. He's towering over you, and he has to bend down to look at you properly. "Stay out of it," he says, menacingly. You gulp, but you're not finished. And most importantly, you know him. You've been living together for forever, or maybe it feels like it because you're always together, either for Yuuji or because... wait, why are you always together?
"I'll stop when I feel like it, Sukuna," you say, getting closer to his face. Your voice is clear, your nose an inch from his own. You look into each other's eyes so intensely that if you had the power to shoot lasers he'd be blind by now. You're about to speak up again, when he headbutts you. Hard.
"Ouch!" you yelp, punching him in the arm as hard as you can. He just traps your fist in his, squeezing until you wince, then lets go, smirking.
"Don't play with me, girl," he says while getting off of you. You pout, rubbing the spot he hit on your forehead.
"Asshole," you mumble.
"Mh? What'd you say?"
"Nothing, sir," you respond mockingly, assuming the position of a soldier. "You know what, I'm going to report you to the police for domestic violence," you continue, still pouting.
He throws you a single cube of ice. You raise an eyebrow.
"That's all we have, make it work. I ain't got the money for court," he shrugs.
Something clicks in your brain. You know he sees it. You see it from the way his eyes widen waiting for you. "Is this what this was about?"
He sighs, then sits on the floor across from your figure, which is still standing by the sink. You raise the ice cube on your forehead. This feels nice.
"Yuu asked me to accompany him trick or treating on Halloween."
You wait, but he's not looking at you anymore. He seems distant.
"Oookaaay, and...?" you push. He sighs again. His hand repeatedly passes through his pink locks.
"I picked up a double shift for Halloween like... last week. I can't lose the money right now, or I won't have enough for rent on the 1st," he grits out, keeping his head low. You hum. You throw the melted ice cube in the sink near the cigarette. The image makes you smile. It looks like you two.
You get down on the floor too, the tip of your sock clad feet grazing his.
"You could've asked me, you know," you say, trying to sound nonchalant. He scoffs.
"Baby, I know you're whipped, but I didn't think you wanted to be a sugar mommy at twentytwo," he says smirking. You try kicking him, but he just gets out of the way, snickering. "I'm not asking a girl for money, that's fucking humiliating."
"I'm serious, idiot. If you didn't want the money I could've taken Yuuji for you, it's not like it's the first time," you tell him, rolling your eyes. "He tried to be strong for you at the end, I know you know," you add, delicately this time, Tentatively. He stares at you and sighs for what feels like the hundredth time. He grabs your foot again and manspreads, just to position your calf on his thigh. This position feels incredibly intimate, and you try not to stiffen. You two have never been the cuddly type of roommates, but he looks like he could use a little bit of physical contact.
"It wouldn't be the same. He wants me there because all of the other kids are with their families, even if he doesn't want to tell me so. Satoru texted me about it this morning. He's taking the two brats he basically adopted too," he rambles. Sukuna is not one to open up, so you just let him talk, absorbing everything like a sponge.
"Couldn't you like... move the appointments up by a few hours?" you ask.
"I could, but I still have two fucking assignments for Halloween. If I don't turn them in I'm fucked, and I need the scholarship," he grits out. His thumb caresses your exposed ankle mindlessly. Shivers run up the entirety of your leg.
Suddenly, an idea pops into your mind.
"But what if you had an amazing roommate who oh so happened to love your brother so dearly that could turn said assignments in for you if it meant to see him happy?" you say, looking at him expectantly.
"I can't ask you that, come on," he rolls his eyes. You jump up, almost falling over him in the process. "I'm not doing that for free."
"I knew you were a bitch," he growls. You just whistle, going toward the door. He squeezes his eyes hard, before opening them, jumping up too and grabbing your wrist before you can exit the kitchen.
"What do you want?"
You grin.
That's how you find yourself holding a badly sponged muscled up Tarzan-Yuuji's little hand while going from door to door, your cute yellow Jane dress on.
"Might have given you a concussion the other day, doll," Sukuna, dressed as a monkey, grumbles next to you. You laugh, and he throws you a mean glare.
Yuuji leaves your side and runs up to his friends, screaming "Trick or treat!" with them, beaming. He looks back at you from time to time, smiling, offering you something every time the people he rings the doorbell of give him more than one candy.
You suddenly feel an arm drape over your shoulders roughly, before getting slammed into a hairy side.
"Thank you, y'know," Sukuna mumbles near your ear, pressing your head in a way where you're not able to see his expression. Then, he pushes you away. "Not for the fucking costume, that's for sure," he adds, disgusted, scratching his neck and arm at the same time. You just stand there, mouth gaping a little, in front of him.
"Cat got your tongue, sugar mama?" He tells you after a while, grinning.
You scowl, fake mad, before chuckling. "Who knew you were capable of saying thank you?"
"Don't get used to it."
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moodybluemoon · 2 days ago
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pretty like the sun
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warning: lots of self loathing, misogyny (not from any of the drivers) but i think that’s it 👉🏼👈🏼
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lando norris x fem!reader
there's always been something unspoken between you and lando, at least, that's how he feels. it's something he notices whenever he gets nervous around you, how every lingering touch leaves him wanting more. it's overwhelming, really, the urge to hold you close, to be more than just your friend.
something that started out as a little crush when charles first introduced you, but morphed into something deeper during the last two years. something that keeps him up at night, thoughts of you constantly on his mind, like you're a breath of fresh air he longs to take in.
sometimes, he allows himself to think you might feel it too. like when you rush to sit next to him during press conferences, not like he'd let anyone else sit there anyway, or when he's one of the first people you run to after getting on the podium.
sometimes, he likes to think it's not just in his head.
……
he tries not to let it get to him as he watches you playfully chuck an empty water bottle at charles, who dramatically acts like you've hurt him. you're both laughing when he places his cap over your head and pulls it over your eyes. lando forces himself to turn away and focus on the conversation in front of him, attempting, but failing to ignore the pang in his chest. meanwhile he completely misses the way your eyes fleet over to him.
''are you missing your boy?'' charles teases from behind you when he catches your stare. ''he's not my boy,'' you retort quickly, ignoring the butterflies forming at the way charles referred to him. within minutes, you find yourself standing behind lando in the papaya-colored garage, willing to wait while he chats with an engineer. the guy nudges him though, as soon as he spots you.
''you've come to spy on us?'' he jokes before leaving you two some privacy, shooting lando a knowing look, one you don't see.
''what's up?'' he says, because it's the only thing his brain comes up with. he spends nights awake in bed, thinking of cool things to say to you, ways to impress you, but when you actually stand in front of him, it's like his mind goes blank.
it never seems to come easy to him, he's not like charles.
charles knows how to make you laugh, effortlessly. lando remembers your first grand-prix win, how charles carried you around on his shoulders, celebrating your win. he seems to light up a room with his presence, just like you, meanwhile lando is left in the shadows, admiring you.
thankfully, you don't seem to notice his inner turmoil, and you quickly dissipate his tension. ''this is so awkward, i actually did come over here to spy on you guys.''
''yeah?'' he replies, visibly more relaxed, ''brought your notebook and everything?'' he decides to keep it to himself that if you really did ask, he'd likely spill all their strategies.
…..
it becomes painfully clear to him that he's in too deep, when he drops everything the moment your text lights up his phone, wanting him to catch a movie with you.
''i've decided you're coming with me''
''that so? what if i've got plans?'' he's teasing of course, there's no way he'd ever say no to you.
''you'll just have to cancel them??? obviously'' you're joking too, but you're unaware that he really does have plans with friends, and that he cancels on them without a second thought.
after the movie, you're walking around the city, evening warmth wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. it's the kind of warmth that doesn't require closeness, but, without thinking, you link your arm through his.
it's so familiar, being close with you. lando knows your an affectionate person, he knows. but you're telling him about your day, burrowing your face into his shirt, making his heart race in a way he hopes you don't notice. he's convinced himself that he can never really have this, have you, but being with you like this, casually intimate, is everything he wants, craves.
there's no way you don't feel it, right?
....
you struggle to keep your eyes open as you're sitting next to charles, this being the fourth interview in a row. the bright lights and constant questions start blurring together when the reporter leans in, asking what is presumably his final question.
''so, obviously i need to ask this. there've been quite a few photos of you looking quite cozy with another driver,'' he says, his tone accusing, ''do you care to confirm or deny any rumors?''
it's obvious the question is directed at you. the press had been speculating for weeks at this point, headlines calling you all sorts of names, claiming it was only a matter of time til you'd start 'hopping around'. gossip pages were lapping it up, happy to have something on you.
you open your mouth to speak, but before you're able to say anything, charles leans forward with a playful grin. ''well, i mean, yes, but things between me and pierre are much too fresh to talk about. he is very handsome, and a great friend, but i'm not sure if i like him that way, yet''
you stifle a laugh, thankful for charles‘ quick wit, and it seems to shut the reporter up, but you know it won't be the last question you'll be asked surrounding this topic.
you've been pulling away from him lately, he's not stupid. he goes through withdrawal after a day away from you, and now it's been weeks that you've avoided him. it physically pains him, and it doesn't seem to help that you seem to cling to charles whenever he sees you.
now he's alone in his hotel room, and sleep doesn't come easy. the others persistently asked him to go out with them, with max telling him he'd be missing out. he figures he'll be fine missing out on watching you with charles.
a soft sound interrupts the silence then, he thinks he's imagining it, it's so quiet. but it comes again, a gentle tap at the door, and he's surprised to find you on the other side of it, dressed in your pyjamas.
''can i stay with you?'' you ask, voice barely above a whisper.
he wants to pull you into his arms immediately, desperate to make the sadness in your eyes disappear, desperate to make it all okay.
''you didn't go with them?'' he asks softly, before gently pulling you inside. you're shaking your head and quietly say ''charlie said you wouldn't be there.''
the implication lingers heavy between you, and he wants to ask you what you mean, wants to ask why you've been pulling away if that's how you feel, but this is the most you've spoken to him in weeks, and he‘s scared it’ll push you away.
you awkwardly stand in the room, like you're waiting for him to tell you what to do, and he hates it. it feels like everything you had is gone, like you're strangers.
he sits down on the bed, inviting you to sit next to him, your movements stiff. he only speaks up again once you're by his side, hoping to soften the mood.
''seems like they're having fun without us, did you see carlos' story?'' he expects you to laugh, assuming you've seen the video of charles doing the limbo, george cheering him on, but you don't.
''no, uhm, i just deactivated all my social media.'' you're picking your nails, something he knows you do when you're nervous. ''why'd you do that?'' he asks, quietly.
you shrug, pulling on a piece of skin, when he places his arms around you, taking both of your hands in his. it's a gesture that says 'talk to me', and it makes your throat tighten, tears threatening to spill as you realize how much you've missed him lately.
''it just got too much, needed a break,'' you say, voice trembling and lando sighs. it's well known how much frustrated fans love to take out their anger on you, being the only woman on the track. it's something he's always wanted to shield you from, protect you from their mean words.
he also doesn't know that it's currently his own fans targeting you. calling you a distraction, branding you a slut and sending you death threats fueled by jealousy, all because of some rumors. he doesn't know, because he doesn't get the same treatment as you, none of the drivers do.
he gently tightens his grip on your hands, and tears begin to spill. you hate feeling so vulnerable, but his soft cooing assures you that it’s okay, and that he’s here for you.
you have no idea how much it means to him that you turned to him.
''they don't know you.'' he reassures you, ''it's okay that you need a break from it, and if you'll let me, i'll be there for you, always. but you have to know that whatever they're saying doesn't define any part of you.'' he shifts slightly to make you more comfortable, firmly pulling you into his chest. it only takes a few minutes for you to drift off, tears dried on your cheeks. once he's certain you're asleep, he turns off the light, pulls a blanket over you both, and allows himself to place a kiss to the top of your head, whispering ''goodnight, baby.''
he hardly closes his eyes all night, content simply to feel you in his arms, yet it's the best sleep he's had in weeks.
..
he’s drunk, no he’s hammered. it’s charles‘ birthday, and though he didn’t feel like coming, how could he resist your pleading eyes, your ‘but it’s charlie’s birthday‘?
but now he’s sitting across from you, and you’re next to charlie, and if it was difficult seeing you two on the paddock, then he needs a whole new word for whatever this is.
the night you spent in his hotel room seems so far away now, and though he’s never seen himself as a possessive person, what he feels now is more than jealousy. suddenly, the sight of you so close with someone else feels unbearable and he can’t shake the urge to pull you away.
so, before he does something dumb, he does something dumber. he heads to the bar and downs shot after shot, chasing the numb feeling it provides him. it makes it worse though, it’s like he can’t see anything but you.
he pushes through the crowd, feeling like the walls are closing in on him. the bass from the music thumps in his chest, but fades once he reaches the balcony.
he only realises you’re behind him when you speak up. “are you okay, lan?“ he wants to say no. he wants to be mad at you, because why are you making him feel so confused? but he can’t be mad at you, he‘s convinced he’s incapable of raising his voice at you.
so he asks, because he’s sure he’s going to wake up tomorrow with a headache either way. and because for his sanity, he needs to know.
,,why can't you just like me?'' it comes out a little whiny, and the look in your eyes lets him know you didn’t expect this question.
unsure how he means it, you furrow your brows, but your heart is pounding. “you’re one of my best friends, lan. of course i like you.“
he goes to shake his head in disagreement, wincing when the movement makes him dizzy. “s‘not what i mean,“ he mumbles, resting his head against the wall. his eyes flutter shut, sad little pout forming on his lips, and it pains you to see him this way.
„why can’t you like me the way i like you?“ there’s a heavy vulnerability lacing his voice, and you want to say something, anything. yet no words come out.
„it hurts so much, to see you with him,“ he blurts out then, his voice raw. „i mean, this, us, this can’t just be in my head, right?“ he gestures between you two.
“lan, it’s not like that with charles. he’s my teammate, one of my beat friends.“ desperation creeps into your voice, as the weight of the moment finally dawns on you, “he’s not you, i‘m- it’s not just in your head.“
and for a moment, lando lets himself believe everything he’s wanted for the past two years is about to come true. but he sees the look in your eyes, and he knows you’re not finished.
„do you know the kind of questions i‘ve been asked lately?“ he stays silent, waiting for you to continue, “it’s like I’m constantly fighting to prove my worth, and it‘s draining me.“ you inhale shakily, trying to steady your trembling hands. “every interview, every conference, half my questions are about you. and I’m used to criticism. but not this- your fangirls sending me messages, handing me letters, telling me to kill myself, to stay away from you.“ tears stream down your face, and your voice cracks as you go on.
“i‘m the only woman on the grid, lando. i have to constantly try to be better than everyone else just to be seen. and now- everything I’ve worked for is overshadowed by this. like i’m an extension of you, when nothings even happened yet.“
The weight of your words presses down on him, and he realises how much this has affected you too.
“i didn’t know they were saying those things to you, im so sorry. i wish i could protect you from all of it,“ he says, stepping closer to cup your face in his hands. you let him, feeling the warmth of his palms grounding you.
„but please don’t shut me out, please. i can’t lose you, not when i never really had you.“ there’s tears running down his face too now, “i just want to love you.“ you look up into his eyes, and let the gravity of his words sink in.
he loves you.
“lando, please don‘t say that.“ you whisper, your heart aching at the sincerity in his gaze.
“why not?“ he pleads, not paying any mind to how desperate he sounds.
„i can’t risk everything ive worked for my whole life,“ your hands go to hold onto his wrists.
“i can’t be what you want me to be, not right now.“ you step back, his hands falling from your face. there’s an „im sorry“ before you go back inside, he doesn’t really hear it.
.
you’re long gone, already in your room. he’s still on the balcony, leaning against the wall, in the same space you’ve left him. after a while, oscar comes to get him, asking no questions as he drives him back to the hotel.
he’s awake in bed once again, and now, on the other side of the hotel, so are you.
when you close your eyes, there’s only one thing on your mind.
„i just want to love you.“
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secretidentie · 2 days ago
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A rumor about Superman and batman dating starts making the rounds in the hero community and everyone goes crazy. Primarily, a group of heroes who don't approve of the relationship . Their reason? They don't approve of the relationship's "large power imbalance"
Some heroes don't think the imbalance is a big deal while others say it's the reason they can't support the relationship but regardless everyone thinks the imbalance is there and no one elaborates on what this power imbalance is because it seems so obvious to them. It's however not as obvious to Bruce and Clark.
Bruce: I do understand why people are concerned
Clark: Yeah but I would have thought people were over the fact I was an alien by now. I would never abuse that power
Bruce: .......Wait you think you're the one they're concerned about?
Clark: Well....yeah. Why else would everyone be making such a big deal
Bruce: well not only am I funding the league I also own The Daily Planet. Maybe they're scared I'm leveraging power over you
Clark: Bruce I literally have superpowers. No offense but they obviously mean me
Bruce : I have more contingencies for you then you could count and a larger hoard of kryptonite then Luther. They obviously mean me
Clark: I can move mountains and planets. I've fought the worst in the Galaxy. I'VE REVERSED TIME BEFORE, BRUCE . I'm pretty sure I could kill you easily (if I were to abuse my power which, you know, I wouldn't)
Bruce: No you couldn't. I'm batman
Clark: that's not a valid argument and you know it
Bruce: yes it is. I'm batman *Smoke bombs away*
This whole back and forth leads to the most annoying and petty dick-measuring contest you could imagine until a week later someone explains that everyone was concerned that two of the most powerful members of the league dating would make them overall much more powerful than anyone else in the league.
This whole thing is solved by batman giving a presentation on relationships in the workplace and how it will not affect how they work and a follow-up presentation on how he could totally beat superman in a fight if he had enough prep time.
Superman walks out soon after the second presentation starts and that sparks conversations of how a superbat break up would affect the league
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bluelocksource · 1 day ago
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U-20 Japan National Team Match Just Before the Game: A Day in Daily Life at Blue Lock.
Isagi: "I styled my hair. The little sprout on top of my head looks great today! Just then, Bachira came up and said, "Harvest ♪" while grabbing it tightly. No matter how much I tried to escape, he kept holding on. I resigned myself to it and let him grip it for a while until he got bored and went off somewhere. What a free spirit!"
Gagamaru: "There’s no nature inside Blue Lock. I wanted to see trees and flowers. Anything would be fine. Just something green. While I was looking around, I found Otoya. His bangs are green, so when I stared at him, he said, "Not into guys."
Aryū: "Little by little, the Blue Lock folks are starting to get a taste of 'Osha.' But in truly 'Osha' moments, people shine. I swear here that one day I’ll show that!"
Niko: "I was caught washing my forehead by Aryū-kun. It was embarrassing. But he taught me, 'Embarrassment is an important emotion that makes us human.' I became interested in Aryū-kun. I want to know a little more about this 'Osha' thing."
Chigiri: "I fell asleep while drying my hair. There’s no one here to wake me up. My hair is long, so it takes a while. Maybe I'll cut it next summer."
Bachira: "When I was walking around n*k*d, Karasu scolded me! Otoya joined me in being n*k*d ♪ Isagi... treated me the same as always! It seems he’s gotten tired of making remarks at my n*k*dn*ss. What a strange guy."
Karasu: "I found myself in the bath with Hiori. We didn't really have a conversation, but that was perfectly fine. I think we were both comfortable with it. It was great to see him looking well. I'm glad we had the chance to meet again."
Nagi: "I ate alone. I did the laundry by myself. I’ve become able to train on my own. I'm proud of myself. Changing is fun, but it can also be a hassle and a little lonely. Still, I think it's an important thing."
Otoya: "I contacted some girls I know on my smartphone after a long time. Most of them didn’t respond. It turns out that not keeping in touch regularly really does make girls dislike you. On to the next one! Woohoo ♪"
Yukimiya: "I talked about various things with Nagi-kun. Like the things we like, and how we've managed to get this far. It seems that for Nagi-kun, the existence of Isagi is significant. It's a story that doesn't really concern me, but having a rival like that feels nice somehow."
Rin: "When I woke up in the morning, my left lower eyelash was turned inside out and it hurt my eye. It happens sometimes, right? Bedhead with lower eyelashes. Huh? Is it just me? My brother said he has it... Oh, don't remind me of that guy. What a terrible wake-up!"
Hiori: "I trained with Isagi-kun. I sent in crosses, and Isagi-kun delivered a direct shot. With each one, he practices with intention and communicates well. He’s a smart type. He’s a bit like Karasu, too. I don’t dislike Isagi Yoichi."
Reo: "I ate alone and trained alone. It’s been a while since I did anything by myself. I can live on my own, but I dream of things I can’t do alone. I have to change. It’s not over yet. Someday, I’ll do it once more."
Barou: "I touched up the "X" shave on my temple. One line represents my murderous intent towards others, and the other represents my murderous intent towards myself. What’s that? Don’t look at me, you stinky guy (Nagi). It’s not a mark saying to give me a headshot here!"
Igaguri: "My hair had gotten long, so I asked Shidou to cut it with clippers, and he ended up giving me a heart-shaped bald spot on the back of my head. Love Amida Buddha…"
Ishikari: "I suddenly felt like playing basketball, so I asked Anri-chan for a basketball. I gathered some people randomly, and it turned out Kiyora was surprisingly really good. Basketball is so much fun!"
Kurona: "Good morning, good morning. Hello, hello. Good night, good night. Greetings are important, very important. It’s a given, but it’s precious. Everyone’s everyday life, everyday life."
Kiyora: "For dinner today, should I have croquettes or minced cutlets? My heart is 50% 50%. I feel like both choices are correct, but I also think I’d regret whichever one I choose. Alright. I’ll eat both. ………………………… Damn, I ate too much and my stomach hurts. Should I lie down or go to the bathroom? The borderline starts again."
Zantetsu: "It's better to brush your teeth properly every day, I told everyone. They replied, 'You should study more.' Well, if you get a cavity, don't say I didn't warn you!"
Tokimitsu: "I was saying, 'I lack confidence. I want confidence,' when Karasu-kun teased me, saying, 'It was just lying in the bathroom earlier, right?' Ugh… come on, don’t mess with me for real… Well, I went to check the bathroom anyway… but of course, it wasn’t there! Uwaaa!"
Nanase: "I washed my headband. When I put it in the dryer, it shrank a lot... what should I do? For now, I just wore it as it was that day. My head felt 'juri juri' (itchy)... Oh, I mean it felt 'zuki zuki' (throbbing). There goes my dialect again! Hehe, sorry about that!"
Hiiragi: "I used my hobby of tarot cards to predict my future. The 'Devil' card came up… Well, it's just a fortune-telling, right? Nothing to worry about! Right?"
Raichi: "I got really into a sideburns talk with Ishikari! His sideburns are pretty good, but mine are definitely cooler! In the end, we ended up arguing about it!"
Shidou: "I woke up. My mind feels clear. Yeah, it’s a good start today. In the afternoon, my body feels energized. I can sense my cells buzzing with excitement. At night, my heart feels restless. I’m sure something will happen tomorrow. I want to experience this night, knowing I can sleep with that thought, over and over again."
Ego: "Anri-chan was drooling and sleeping at her desk. She should sleep in her own room. Well, I decided to show a little concern for her. With this, she’ll probably listen to me for a while again. Kindness has its intentions. That’s how humans are."
Anri: "I was given an assignment by Ego-san to come up with ideas to make the existence of the Blue Lock better known to the world. Since that day, I've been stressed and having strange nightmares. Damn it… I want to sleep well! I’ll do my best!"
source: Egoist Bible 2
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vigilante-3073 · 3 days ago
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All Those Who Go Unnoticed
Evan Buckley x Female Reader
Summary: Evan Buckley has always been left behind and forgotten about. What happens when someone finally decides to stay?
TW: Mentions of neglect and self-deprecating thoughts, angst, friends to lovers.
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Evan Buckley was born to serve a purpose that he could not fulfill. His parents only had another child in a futile attempt to save his older brother Daniel. After his brother had passed away, Buck's parents treated him like he was a waste of space. Everything he did was wrong and he couldn't seem to ever find himself in their good graces.
Buck relied on his older sister Maddie for years until she eventually left him behind to start a life of her own. Buck left home as soon as he could, but struggled to find himself for years. He bounced between jobs in search of something that could make him feel like he mattered.
Everything fell into place when he decided to become a firefighter.
Buck loved his job at the 118, he saved lives everyday with some of the most amazing people he had ever met. He found a family that valued him and treated him how he deserved to be treated. Despite having everything he had spent his life searching for, Buck still felt like nothing he did was good enough.
He could have been smarter. He could have been faster. He could have done more.
Buck had never told anyone how critical he could be of himself. It was something that he always dealt with, definitely a mindset created by his parents.
Buck always felt like he had to prove himself and show everyone that he had value. It was a never-ending quest that weighed on him heavily.
Y/N had quickly become Buck's best friend when he joined the 118 all those years ago. She was a firefighter-paramedic and she was great at her job. Y/N never doubted herself and Buck admired her tenacity, especially when people challenged her in the field.
Y/N and Buck hardly went a day without seeing each other. He felt like his day wasn't complete until he talked to her.
They were the kind of friends that could have a 4-hour long video call while doing chores around the house or spend all day just chatting about nothing in particular. They knew everything there was to know about each other and seemed to share a brain at times.
Buck had never felt seen until he met Y/N.
Y/N always brought him into conversations or found her way over to him when she could tell he was pulling back. Y/N knew about how hard Buck could be on himself, she could tell when he was overthinking and was able to pull him out of that mindset.
"You need to be kinder to yourself, Buck," Y/N had told him one night when he was alone in the locker room after a rough shift.
"I'll try," He had replied.
Buck thought about that interaction quite often, he was always beating himself up for things he had little control over and it needed to end.
It was a hard cycle to break, but he was trying, and he was trying because of her.
...
Buck watched Y/N talk animatedly to Hen and Karen about a book they had all been reading. They laughed loudly at something she said before Hen began sharing her own thoughts on the book.
Y/N looked over, locking eyes with Buck from across the yard and sending him a small wave with a smile. He waved back, watching her as she returned to her conversation.
Bobby took a seat at the patio table beside Buck, "So, when are you gonna ask her out?" He questioned.
Buck's eyebrows raised, "Oh, no, I was just-," He started, "Save the excuse, I can tell that you like her as more than a friend," Bobby said with a knowing smile.
Buck looked down at the table with a sigh, picking at the label on his beer bottle with his thumb nail, "She's way too good for me," Buck said.
"What makes you say that?" Bobby asked.
Buck shrugged, "She's amazing and I'm just me... I don't deserve her," He stated.
"Buck, you're a good guy but you need to know when to get out of your own way. Don't overthink it, just ask her out. I'm almost 100% sure she would say yes if you asked her out on a date," Bobby assured.
"Almost 100%?" Buck asked.
"99.9% sure," Bobby amended.
Buck looked over at her to find her making her way over to the cooler full of drinks. He stood up from his seat and made his way over to her.
"Hey," He greeted.
"Hey, I was wondering when you were gonna stop hiding away in the corner," Y/N teased.
"Can I ask you something?" Buck questioned, "Of course," Y/N replied.
"Um, you can totally tell me if I'm looking at this the wrong way, but is there something- I don't know... Is there something more than friendship between us?" He asked.
"Do you want there to be something more?" Y/N asked.
"I think I do," Buck answered hesitantly.
Relief washed over him when a smile broke out across her face, "I do too," She said.
"Oh my god, you have no idea how fast my heart is beating right now," Buck said, huffing out a soft laugh.
Y/N rested her hand on his chest, feeling his heart pound against her palm, "You really weren't kidding. Do you need to sit down?" She asked.
"No, I'm good. I just- Will you go out on a date with me?" He questioned, resting his hand over her's on his chest.
"Of course I'll go out with you, Buck," Y/N replied.
...
Y/N and Buck had been dating for almost a year, she had moved into his apartment and everything seemed amazing. Buck still felt like he was waiting for the day she found someone better and left him in the dust, but she chose him each and every day.
Buck had never felt like the center of attention, he always went above and beyond to be noticed, but it was effortless with Y/N. Buck felt like he was being seen after a lifetime of feeling invisible and it was the best feeling in the world. He couldn't think of a way to repay Y/N for bringing him to life again.
Until he did.
He sat at a table in the busy coffee shop, a mug of coffee sat on the table in front of him. Buck felt jittery and he had yet to take a single sip of the hot beverage, instead choosing to watch the door closely. Buck straightened up in his seat as Maddie made her way into the establishment. She walked through the tables before sitting down in the chair across from him.
"Where's Y/N? Is she not coming?" Maddie asked.
"Um, no, actually. I kinda needed some time to talk to you... Alone," Buck said hesitantly, grimacing at his own awkwardness.
Maddie gasped, "Are you going to propose to Y/N?" She asked.
Buck's face fell, "How did you know that? I didn't even say anything yet," He questioned.
"I just knew," Maddie grinned, "Aw, Buck, this is so exciting!" She said.
"Yeah, I've been thinking about it for a while now. I mean, with everything we've gone through this year, I don't want to spend anymore time not being together, y'know?" Buck questioned.
"I do," Maddie said.
"I think she's my person, Maddie," Buck admitted.
Maddie smiled, her eyes glossing over with happy tears, "She definitely is, Evan," She said.
"I was wondering if you had some time today to help me pick out a ring. I've looked around a little bit, but I'm kinda useless at this stuff," He said.
"Of course I'll help. Do you have any idea what kind of ring she may want?" Maddie asked.
"I think she likes the ones with the jewel that's shaped like an egg," Buck said slowly.
"This is going to be a very long and expensive day for you, little brother," Maddie sighed with a smile.
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carbondioxidewater · 21 hours ago
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Make A Move (Pt. 2)
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americanfootballplayer!Sukuna x fem!reader
genre: slow-burn romance, college au, fluff, angst
warnings: none so far
word count: 2.3k
(-> Pt. 1) (-> masterlist)
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The next week, you didn't hear anything from Sukuna. You thought that maybe, he lost interest in you, but you should learn just how wrong you were soon enough.
You were sitting in class - it was thursday - and the lecture has not started yet when your former jerk of a group partner took the seat beside you. Great, you thought, of course he had to be in the same course as you.
"Hey." he greeted and you responded back. Then it was silent. Eugh, how awkward.
The door was still open when a certain someone walked past it. Of course, you immediately caught his eyes. He stopped walking and smiled mischievously, when suddenly, he saw the guy next to you, his attention now on your conversation. Sukuna quickly realized that this was the boy you were fleeing from when you two first met.
"You know, it was very rude of you to leave me hanging in that restaurant..." Sukuna heard the guy saying.
"Do you know how embarrassing that was?"
He kept eavesdropping, his brows furrowing with every word.
"I can imagine, I would be embarrassed too." were your only words. Sukuna suppressed a chuckle. He really liked your attitude.
"That's it? You don't even want to apologize?"
"What for?" you asked and met his gaze, indifference in your eyes as the guy went furious.
But before he could speak any further, his aggressive body language was enough for Sukuna to intervene. He came up to you and positioned himself behind the chair of your classmate, roughly pushing it back.
"Hey, idiot. Fuck off, will you?" he expressed loudly, cocking his head up in an order to leave. You looked up in surprise, confusion on your face, because why was Sukuna here?
Your classmate was ready to fight whoever it was behind him, but when he saw that it was Sukuna, he quickly dropped that plan and retreated without hesitation. Bewilderement decorated your face as Sukuna sat down on the now empty seat, staring daggers at the guy before turning back to you.
"What are you doing here?" you then asked, still completely dumbfounded by the current situation.
"What? No thanks?" Sukuna smirked, his whole demeanor changing, whereupon you raised your eyebrows in annoyance. He continued.
"I've witnessed your little talk by chance and figured I should rescue you from that douchebag."
"I could have handled it myself. I don't need a savior." you shook your head.
Sukuna huffed in amusement.
"Oh, believe me, I know that. But why should you worry your pretty little head when this fucker doesn't respect your boundaries anyways?"
You stared back at him.
"It is my duty as a man to hold other men accountable when they step out of line. I can't just turn a blind eye to it, you know. It can get dangerous real quick."
You furrowed your brows at his words, unsure if he was being sincere or if that was just his trick to get women to like him.
"What? Don't believe me?" he questioned at your dubious look.
"I don't know yet." you declared, studying him closely.
"Whoa, I feel like I'm being examined. I should warn you, I'm into that." At that last statement, he smirked again.
"You're into being looked down on?" you laughed quietly, not wanting to cause too much noise as the room was still quite silent.
"As long as it's you who's looking down on me." he murmured and you just watched him, eyeing him up and down.
Then he came closer to you, only inches away from your face now. He opened his mouth and his eyes stopped at your lips, staying there for a while before looking back up and narrowing them.
"Careful inspector, if I didn't know it better, I'd think you want to seduce me."
The smirk on his face widened and you groaned in disgust, waving your hands in withdrawal.
"Okay okay, you can go now." And your voice changed to a faked tone of appreciation. " 'I'm safe again thanks to you.' "
He snickered at your sarcasm and got up when he saw your professor entering the classroom, bidding you goodbye.
"See you soon, sweetheart."
And your heart missed a beat.
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After class ended, the universe found it necessary to send Sukuna your way again - or more like - send you his way. One time a day wasn't enough apparently, because as you walked down the floor, who stood there in front of the lockers was no other than the popular boy himself. He was surrounded by a lot of people, a few of them were probably his football teammates, as you distinctively heard them talking about defensive strategies.
When you walked past the group, Sukuna immediately recognized your silhouette and followed your figure with his eyes. It didn't take long and he excused himself, quickly running after you. Just as you exited the building, he stopped you in your tracks.
"Hey, are you off now? It's getting pretty late, need a ride home?" he offered, holding the door open for you.
"Hey," you greeted him, walking through the entryway in perplexion, "no thanks, I'm good." Although you were curious, did he have a car?
"Come on, do me the favor." he insisted and you exhaled.
"Do you think you're entitled to a favor now for playing hero earlier? If that's the case, then-" but he interrupted you.
"No, you owe me nothing. I just want to make sure you get home safe and aren't walking home alone in the dark."
"Wow, I have to admit, you're really good at this whole player thing." you mocked him.
"You think I'm playing with you?" he laughed and then opened his mouth to say something else.
"So, is it working then?" he joked, voice deepening in an instant before you hit his arm playfully.
"Just kidding, just kidding!" he held up his hands in retreat.
"I'm not playing, though. I mean it." he confessed after.
"Well, I don't really know you and I don't get into strangers' cars."
"Strangers'? Ouch." he pressed his hand against his chest in feigned offence.
"Good thing I don't have a car then, though." he smiled coyly which left you confused.
"Didn't you just ask if I needed a ride?" you repeated his words and he swiftly cleared up the small misunderstanding.
"I was talking about my bike." he then grinned, pointing to the spot behind him, where the motorcycle was standing.
"A bike?" you sounded surprised.
"Yeah? You ever been on one?" you shook your head at his question while he got his bike ready. But, admittedly, you always wanted to experience what it was like to ride one. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to accept his offer.
"What? You've never been on a bike? Well, then it's your lucky day today. Hop on." he said, but you were still indecisive.
"And let you know where I live? What if I don't want you to?" you smiled, irony obvious in your voice. But Sukuna played along.
"Your tone alone tells me you live in a dorm. Am I right?" Your smile simply grew and that was all the confirmation he needed.
"Knew it." he muttered.
"So you were speculating about me?" you instantly reciprocated.
"Always." he grinned and handed you over the helmet.
"Here, take mine. I only have one."
"What, and let you drive without one? No, I'll pass then."
"Calm down pretty girl, it's not the first time I do this." Pretty girl. Why did that name fluster you?
"You mean taking a girl with you?" you teased. He just flicked your forehead.
"No, silly. Driving without a helmet. So don't worry about it."
"Oh, so you're allowed to worry about my safety but I can't worry about yours?"
"Exactly." he gave you a teethy grin and your tummy fluttered in response. You weren't blind - he was incredibly handsome. There was a reason he was so popular after all, but up until now, you've never really noticed it, always somewhere else with your thoughts. Your two worlds were fairly separated before, so you didn't bother dealing with him.
"You're cute. Now come on, before we spend the whole evening here. I'll drive extra careful for you, promised." he assured you, half serious half joking.
A pout spread on your face and you were still hesitant, but Sukuna managed to convince you eventually.
When you sat down, he told you to hold on tight. Not knowing where to put your hands though, you decided to place them on his shoulders shyly.
"What are you doing?" he asked next and turned around, a puzzled look on his face.
"Uhm, you told me to hold on tight..." Did he want you to hold onto the bike instead?
You immediately drew your hands back in embarrassment, however, Sukuna was quick to grab them with his.
"You're supposed to cling to me. This way, you just bring me out of balance and risk falling. Here, put your arms around my waist."
That's what he said, but he did the job himself, dragging your arms around his strong built. You could practically feel the muscles behind the fabric, it was undeniable that he hid a sixpack underneath it. Your heart started racing and you hoped and prayed he didn't feel it pounding on his back.
The drive only lasted for about 10 minutes, your dorm was near the college after all, and here and there Sukuna popped a question, asking if you were okay or if you enjoyed the ride.
It was nice of him to keep the conversation going, even though it was difficult to hear him at times due to the heavy wind. When Sukuna tried addressing you once more and only a "huh?" escaped your lips, he laughed whole-heartedly, the contagious sound making you break out in laughter too. In that moment, you felt so free and careless, and you were so grateful Sukuna took you with him.
Sukuna stopped in front of the dorm complex and turned off the engine. He looked up at the building and started speaking.
"So, a dorm girl, huh? You sharing a room with someone?"
"Not a room, but the apartment. We have two bedrooms." you answered and he hummed.
When you walked up to the front door, Sukuna waited on his bike a few meters away, wanting to see you get inside. You searched for your keys, but as much as you were rummaging through your bag, you just couldn't find them.
"What's wrong?" Sukuna yelled.
"I can't find my keys." you admitted, panicking before remembering you left without them this morning.
"Can't you ring the bell?" He asked you and you explained to him that your roommate Utahime was still working.
Making his way up to you, he pulled out his phone, apparently sending some messages. He seemed distracted for a split second before he tucked the device back into the pocket of his pants.
"Where does she work? I will drive you there."
"No. No, you really did enough for me already, I'll just walk there. But thank you, for everything." you tried brushing him off to not be any more of a nuisance, but he wasn't having it.
"I wasn't asking, I'm definitely taking you there." he commanded and his casualness about it had an effect on you. It was so attractive, the way he was chauffeuring you around the city on the single mission to make you get the keys for your apartment.
Arriving at her workplace, Utahime went speechless seeing you coming in with Sukuna. While he was busy with the soda machine, you explained her the situation and she gave you her keys under the condition you let her in later. She obviously couldn't outwardly ask you about him in his presence, so you two communicated via facial expressions. Utahime tilted her head into Sukuna's direction, a flabbergasted look on her. You tried your best to let her know you'd clear everything up later as he already neared the two of you, the prominent silence seemingly suspicious. He seemed to notice the weird atmosphere.
"You guys good?" Sukuna broke the silence.
"Of course! Everything's perfect!" Utahime exaggerated and you pressed your eyes together in humiliation, facepalming inwardly. Sukuna mustered her strangely, taken aback by her overreaction as well. After that, he turned to you.
"Here for you. Saw this drink on your table earlier, you must be thirsty." he reached you the drink he bought and both Utahime's and your mouth fell wide open at this action.
"T-thank you." you stuttered a little and Utahime let out a small laugh she failed to suppress. You sipped on the bottle of strawberry-vanilla soda and then stored it in your bag. Sukuna was simply drinking water.
Leaving the lobby, Utahime was the receptionist in a 3-star hotel, Sukuna and you walked back to his vehicle. On your way, he mentioned the weird ambience inside.
"Your friend is a little odd, isn't she?" he pronounced and you chuckled, nodding your head slightly.
"A little, yeah." you agreed, "but she's the best."
Sukuna looked at you with a soft smile, but you didn't see it.
As you sat down on the bike and Sukuna got the helmet out of its case, you've come to a realization.
"Can I ask you something?" you uttered.
"Spit it out." he permitted.
"How did you know I don't have a car myself?"
He lips twitched upwards.
"I've never seen you in the parking lot. But I've seen you walking around plenty. I put two plus two together." He's so attentive.
"Someone's been looking out for me." you beamed.
"Guilty." he smirked and slipped the helmet over your head, locking the straps. You looked up at him with big eyes and he met your glance, his half-lidded eyes observing what's left of your face. The tension was palpable for the both of you and before it got too awkward, he was already shoving down the helmet visor to escape your eyes.
The ride back was silent, but he still watched you walking through that door before leaving.
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Soo here's part 2 hehe! Had to make Sukuna a lil' feminist because he's supposed to have a functioning brain <3. Hope y'all enjoy!
taglist: @miakxn @aureliaborea @nonamevenus , thanks for the support 🤍
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withonly-sweetheart · 2 days ago
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calm tf down with re4 (og) leon. wow haven't updated this in a while huh... inspired by this post that randomly showed up on my dash (i dont even play lads... anyways)
lowkey lost interest near the end if anyone has got ideas on how to make it better please lmk i hate the end.. unoriginal jj fr!!!
as always nsfw mentions ahead <3
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you feel out of place in the environment. a red blot in what is supposed to seem like a vivid setting, yet the frills of your gown barely stretch past your knees, and you're struggling to hide your discomfort. you don't belong here and yet your boyfriend...
leon, charming as ever, is perfectly at ease, chatting with someone on the table adjacent to your shared one, as if he goes on meetings with the president's daughter in his free time. a spool of envy threads up your throat at his steady flow of conversation, how the woman he's speaking to seems to melt at his words.
he turns back to you, grinning madly, yet his expression softens at your own. "what's wrong?"
"nothing." you keep your reply short, bitter like the bile rising in your throat. the fabric around you seems to constrict your air, wrapping around you with a vise-like grip.
he watches you sputter. "are you sure?"
"yes." it'll take more than that to convince at first, your training officer; a man that's known you for more than a year, and your boyfriend, a man who knows you inside and out.
he tried his best to get you out of this, he really did. he told them to give it to officer redfield, but when valentine was a no-show, of course it was handed to the cop at the end of the line and his skitterish rookie.
leon doesn't blame you. hell, he was like this when he first started. he recalls his missions going to shit half the time, officers screaming in his face. he learned to adapt to that, that if you want to be the best, you have to make your voice heard. you struggle with that.
even now, you're struggling to tell him what's wrong. he should know his fucking girlfriend better than that, so he watches your face contort, flipping through emotions like you can't decide exactly how you feel, settling on a look of apprehension and disgust.
"what's the matter, don't like the dress?" he muses.
"it's fine," you mumble in response. "let's just get this over with."
you don't understand why he won't just drop it. you've said that you're okay multiple times, can't he just take the hint? some part of you realizes you're not being too subtle about your thoughts.
taming your expression, you force yourself to look away from the ruffles of your skirt, palming the fabric, the friction somewhat calming you as you stare at what is supposed to be a criminal.
a felon, convicted of murder and assaulting a fellow cop, and yet all you see is a father gazing with the utmost adoration at his daughter as she strolls up the stage, towards the back, to her waiting groom.
they unlink arms, and you force yourself to see the man with aged eyes, much like your own father's, dressed in an orange and black jumpsuit. never a tuxedo.
not like what leon's wearing, the same covered arm that you've watched twist hands behind backs and cuff them, same arm that rattles in preparation to fill out reports, only to shove them to you. leon's not a big fan of paperwork, that much is safe to say.
but you keep feeling eyes on you. you aren't the star of the show, that beautiful, perfect girl up there is, with her shining eyes and glowing skin, with lips that slowly encapsulate her husband, wedding rings exchanged in a ceremony that drags on longer than it should.
you don't scorn her for it. this is her big day, and you're glad she's getting the attention she deserves. everyone should be watching her, all eyes on the gorgeous bride.
so why do leon's eyes keep flitting back to you?
"what are you looking at?" you finally find the courage to spit it out right when the guests disperse to find family members, friends, and of course, congratulate the bride.
"you." you blink.
"no shit, but why?"
"you seem... off." leon tilts his head. "you seeing something i'm not?"
"well..." you trail off and don't finish your sentence, leaving him hanging by a thread you hope breaks soon.
soon enough, the father gathers everyone back to the stage, and you uncross your legs, tapping a frantic beat onto the floor. your heart jolts in your chest as the man tosses you a knowing look.
as if on instinct, you scoot your chair closer to leon's, and without batting an eye, his hand protectively curls around your arm. you wish you could break eye contact with the suspect to give him a questioning look, but his stance is unpredictable, and you'd be lying if the warmth from leon's hand doesn't seep through skin and calm your nerves a bit.
"i'd like to say... thank you," he says, thick accent coating his voice as he continues, "for coming to my little girl's wedding. this was such a special day to me, and i hope she enjoyed it just as much as i did."
he turns to welcome her rushing hug, trailed by her new husband and what you assume to be the rest of her family. you hope that all is as it seems, and that there is no threat.
leon doesn't seem to think the same, judging by his creeping hand towards your waist, lying on your thigh and slowly making its ascent upwards. he's searching for a gun.
and you grit your teeth. yet another mistake. "shit."
"what's wrong?" he asks, voice hushed.
"i forgot to bring one," you admit.
"one what?" he says, humming in response.
"a gun," you hiss quietly, trying to keep your voice low as to not attract any unwanted attention.
he turns his face, a smirk curving his lips.
"i'm not looking for one."
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netmors · 24 hours ago
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Mr. Bridger looked at Lady Sabine's sketches with irony, hoping to cheer the girl up a little in such a depressing situation: - So who was it? Miss Wren? I don't believe you saw a living dead person? Your thoughts are frighteningly correct, Mr. Bridger, - Alexander joined the conversation. - According to the found records of old Captain Pellaeon, he personally witnessed the death of the admiral at the Battle of Bilbringi… Hera turned even paler. Five hundred years… Impossible. - Wait, Alexander, but that was over five hundred years ago! How could he? How can it be alive now?! - I would like to know this as much as you, Miss Syndulla. - Arghhhhh, I am more concerned about those who were with him in the castle and attacked me, Mr. Kallus and Mr. Jarrus. They do not seem like his usual pawns. They were… not very kind. - Hm, calm down, Mr. Orrelios, that's what we're trying to find in the journal. Presumably, they're not as free to act as the former Grand Admiral. - After they dealt with Pryce and chased us, I'm not so sure of your words. - Oh, here it is!
…."On my deathbed, I can finally tell, no, I can forget these terrible memories of that fateful day. I will never stop thinking about what happened that day, and I will blame myself until my last breath on this mortal world, but… But, Force, I… I must go… Go before they come! The traitors who dared to go against the will of the Emperor! Who turned their back on their Grand Admiral! Those he came for in their final hour!"...
Mr. Kallus finished reading the last entry, and the company sank into an uncomfortable silence. Then, sighing, the former Imperial said: - Well, things are starting to make sense… Other records from the Coruscant archive mentioned two allies of the Grand Admiral, supposedly responsible for Thrawn's death, however… Years later, they also died. - As you can see, no, - Miss Wren summed up the conversation gloomily, and then looked at Alexander. - Apparently none of the former Imperials can find peace even in the afterlife. Or… Unless they followed him voluntarily…
Making the text in the "style" of the 19th century turned out to be more difficult than I thought.
Inspired by the first half of Bram Stoker's novel "Dracula", this unusual art post for Halloween turned out.
Soundtracks:
Secession Studio - All Your Rage, All Your Pain
Secession Studio - Be Bold and Be Brave
Secession Studio - Veil of Shadows
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searchingforgravity · 2 days ago
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Austin x reader smut where they kinda hate each other but are filming a movie together? maybe they play love interests, and during an argument they just resolve the sexual tension? idk you're amazing so you'll know what to do
I love this prompt! And thank you :') I hope I did the request justice!
Word Count: 4499
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"Hey, do you mind if we just get back to the script?" you snap, getting more annoyed than usual, causing Austin to straighten in his seat.
You don't know what it is about him that makes you so...so...frustrated. That's the word you decide to land on as you avoid eye contact, opening your script to where the two of you left off. He is silent for a long moment, causing you to glance up at him.
He looks at you with an annoyed expression. Every time he tries to have any conversation with you that doesn't involve the movie, you instantly change the subject. He feels that you hate him. At first he didn't have a problem with you, but he is slowly learning how much of a brat you are. Raising his eyebrows in aggravation, he adjusts the way he's sitting, bringing one of his legs to rest on the other.
"Sure thing," he retorts, his tone crisp as he opens the script himself.
Your line is where the two of you left off and it is less than ideal. The two of your characters are love interests, and they are battling with their feelings for each other. Set in the 1950s where your character is a waitress and Austin's is a regular at the restaurant.
"Sam, I didn't know you would be here," you read, trying to get into character, looking up to Austin from your paper.
"Yeah, I -uh, I guess I wanted to see you," he breathes, his annoyed expression vanishing as he drops into his character.
God, he's good.
"Oh, really? What would you want to see me for?" you laugh in character, suddenly finding yourself looking at his lips before returning your gaze to his eyes.
"I don't know, I just wanted to I guess. Maybe I like talking to you," he murmurs, leaning forward in his seat, not breaking eye contact.
You catch your breath. You suddenly realize your line is next after pausing for a long moment.
"Give that line to someone else, hot stuff, because it's not gonna work with me," you roll your eyes getting more comfortable in the role the more you two continue.
"It's not a- oh shit sorry, that's not it. Um," Austin starts before interrupting himself, looking down at his paper.
You suddenly notice his cheeks are a soft pink as his hand comes to rub the back of his neck.
"Can I just get a coke then, Margie?" he sighs, slumping back in his seat.
You quirk your eyebrow. How can he mess up a line that bad? Then again, you've had those days too. You allow it to leave your mind as you continue on with your next line.
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"(Y/N), Austin, do we have a problem here or can we continue on with rehearsal?" the intimacy coordinator remarks, clearly annoyed with the two of you.
You've been bickering all morning, seemingly finding issues with everything about each other.
"Yeah, just as soon as princess over here decides she wants to start working," Austin snips, his hands threading through his hair in irritation.
Austin usually isn't like this with his costars, but something about you just...gets under his skin. He almost can't control himself when he's around you. It's very...frustrating.
You scoff as you hear this, but decide to hold your tongue, you just want to get this over with as soon as you can so you can go to your trailer and relax.
"Sorry, Charlie," he murmurs, referring the the intimacy coordinator.
You have to bite your tongue to keep from mentioning to Austin that you're the one he should be apologizing to as you try not to take a step back when he approaches you.
"We're ready?" Charlie questions, looking at you.
After a slight pause, you sigh, nodding to him before looking back to Austin, trying to drop into your character.
"Okay, now Austin, you are trying to get her to stay, and (y/n), you want to stay. Don't fight him. But don't give in right away."
"Okay," you whisper, sighing as you connect eyes with Austin.
You both know the scene pretty well by now, but this is the first time you'll actually be touching one another.
"Okay, let's drop in from your line, Austin," Charlie nods to him before taking a small step back, letting you two have the floor.
"Margie?" Austin mumbles, a longing hinting in his voice as his eyes soften on yours.
It instantly makes you start to relax.
"Now, Austin, bring your-" Charlie starts before Austin picks up what he's saying, moving his hand to gently touch your arm.
It makes you shiver. You quickly brush it off.
"Good, keep going, do what feels natural."
"What?" you respond with your next line, a strain in your voice.
"Would you- if I said I wanted to kiss you, would you let me?"
You to take a slight step back. He doesn't advance, but he doesn't pull away either.
"Good (y/n), that's good," Charlie encourages.
You swallow.
"Why would you ask me a thing like that?" you breathe, your eyes glued to his.
He never pulls his gaze away from you as he takes a small step forward, the distance between the two of you starting to close. He shrugs his shoulders, his eyelids slightly drooping. Your heart jumps as he leans forward.
"Because maybe you wanna kiss me too."
You lean into him the slightest bit, then...
"Ow! Shit that hurt," you groan as Austin steps on your foot, jerking away from him.
"Oh, shit, sorry, I didn't mean to," he apologizes.
You sigh, an aggrivated sound leaving your lips as you straighten back up to look at him.
"Of course you didn't."
His eyebrow quirks.
"What's the supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," you snip, your patience thinning by the second.
"For the love of God, (y/n), what is your problem?" Austin retorts, agitation in his voice.
"Well I think it's pretty clear that you're my problem, Austin," you snip back, anger bubbling to the surface.
"Alright, that is enough! You both stop or we can find two other actors for the role. I don't give a shit either way, so either get along or shut up. I think it's clear that we're getting nowhere right now, so why don't you guys take the night to cool off, and you better be in a good mood tomorrow," Charlie orders, his tone firm.
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Back at your hotel room, you finish getting ready. You and Austin agreed that it might be beneficial to have a conversation about your issues and resolve them so you can start focusing on the movie. You look at the time on your phone, he should be here right about-
You hear a knock on your door. He's right on time.
Of course he is. Why does even that piss you off? Leaving your bathroom, you walk to the door, anxiety suddenly forming in your stomach. You quickly brush it off as you turn the knob, opening to reveal Austin in a white t-shirt and black jeans. His hair pushed back as he has an unreadable expression on his face.
"Hey," you greet blandly as you step to the side, allowing him to step in.
"Hey," he says in the same tone as he moves to shuffle past you.
As he passes by, you catch a whiff of his cologne. God, why does he have to smell good too? Shutting the door behind him, you turn to motion for him to sit on one of the chairs at the table. He takes a seat on the one opposite you, a huff leaving his lips as he relaxes into the chair.
A beat goes by, and suddenly it feels as if all the air has been taken out of the room. You don't know what to say. Looking to him as you move to the table, you stand a bit awkwardly.
"Um, would you like something to drink?"
His eyebrow instantly quirks.
"You're being nice to me?" he asks, shocked that you've offered.
"I'm not that mean," you scoff as you move to grab yourself a glass of water.
He chooses not to answer that as he allows himself to relax more into the seat.
"I'll have some water...thank you."
Pouring the both of you some water, you bring the glasses back. You lay yours down and move to put his in front of him when he instinctively reaches up to grab it, his hand grazing yours.
It feels as if you've been stung as in instinctively yank your hand back, causing water to spill all over him.
"Shit!" he exclaims under his breath as he stands up reflexively.
Instead of apologizing like you know you should, you get defensive.
"Well, why did you go to grab it?! I was already setting it down!" you exclaim, flustered.
"Well, fuck (y/n), I didn't know I was so Goddamn repulsive!" he yells back, clearly offended.
"No, I didn't mean-" you start, your face flushing.
He sighs.
"Do you think I could get a towel?"
"Oh, yeah. Yes. Sorry," you start, moving to get a towel.
Once you come back you see a distant look on his face as he takes it from you, trying his best to dry himself.
"Maybe...maybe we shouldn't talk. Just agree to not argue anymore. We can just do our job and that's it."
You're heart sinks.
"What? No, I want to talk it out. I don't want to keep having to do this."
"Well, I can't change who I am, and it's pretty obvious you hate me."
You are taken aback by this.
"What? I don't hate you...I- well, you don't like me so much either," you start before going right back on the defense.
"This! This is why I don't like talking with you! You always get so damn defensive. You're such a..." he starts, but lets the word die on his tongue, his look growing intense on you.
A lump forms in your throat. Your gaze intensifies on him as your eyes narrow.
"I'm such a what, Austin?"
He shakes his head as he looks away from you, a sigh leaving his lips. You're frustration intensifies.
"What, I'm such a bitch? I'm such a bad co-star that you can't stand to be around? I'm such an annoying person that you can't be bothered to-" you start, your volume increasing as anger rises in you.
He cuts you off before you get much else out.
"(Y/N), you're a brat! You're a fuckin' brat! You get so goddamn defensive over everything it's exhausting!" he suddenly explodes, his face red as he stares at you, his eyes blazing.
You suddenly realize how close he's gotten to you, heat radiating off his body onto yours, his cologne infiltrating your senses. You feel dizzy.
"Well I'm sorry I can't be perfect like you! The one everyone loves and you can't do anything wrong! Even when you do mess up, no one gives a shit! Do you know how annoying it is having to constantly be around someone who-" you start just to be cut off again.
"I'm not perfect," he fumes, a scoff leaving his lips.
"And stop interrupting me! God you're so..."
His gaze intensifies on you, his eyes traveling down to your lips.
"What? I'm so what?" he murmurs, anger radiating off of him.
He takes a step towards you, causing your breath to catch in your throat.
"What, (y/n)?" he mumbles, his eyes blazing as he leans into you.
You can't concentrate, he's too close. A surge runs through you as you smell his cologne again, causing you to swallow as you gaze at his lips. You heart races as he leans in further. As you take a step away from him, he takes another one towards you.
"Austin, what are you doing?" you question, intending the word to come out firm.
Instead, they come out as a mere whisper.
Before you have time to react to what's happening, his hands are on you as he pulls you towards him, your lips crashing together.
You're shocked as it takes you moment to grasp the situation. His lips are pillowy yet hard against yours, a passion in the kiss.
You push him away.
"What the hell are you doing?" you spit out, though your blood is pumping through you furiously.
You know without looking at yourself that your entire face is flushed. You look him over. He's so gorgeous. You see the heaving of his chest from the moment recently past. Looking back at his face, you see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.
"I'm sorr-" he starts before you shake your head, cutting him off as you step in towards him, your lips returning back to his.
Sighing, he takes your face in his hands, deepening the kiss. It feels as if your body is moving on its own accord as your hands come to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. He grumbles softly as his hands tighten gently on your face, his tongue suddenly slipping into your mouth.
Your body relaxes into his as his tongue dances with yours, instantly claiming dominance over it.
Bringing his hands to your thighs he squeezes them, prompting you to jump, your legs wrapping around his waist as he starts walking over to where he assumes your bedroom is. After finding it, he doesn't bother to shut the door as he lays you on the bed, crawling over top of you.
Bringing his lips to your neck, he kisses and nibbles harshly, trying to be careful not to leave any marks. You gasp at the feeling. Feeling his hands on the hem of your shirt, you lean into his touch as you help him pull your shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor.
"Jesus," he groans softly as his eyes hover over your exposed body before returning his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking with more enthusiasm.
You gasp at the feeling.
"Not being so bratty right now, what happened?" he mocks playfully.
"I guess you haven't given me anything to be a brat about," you breathe, a strained laugh escaping you when he kisses an area on your neck that is particularly ticklish.
"Oh, I can change that," he growls, his voice darkening as his hands travel down your body before reaching your legs, spreading them as he fills the space with his own body.
He hums gently as he runs his hands up the front of your legs, resting on your upper thighs as he squeezes gently. You sigh as your hips rotate up slightly, your body pulsing. His lips make their way from your neck to your face as he kisses your cheek before finding your lips again.
A gasp escapes from your lips as he drops his hips further to rest against your body, making you feel his erection. He groans softly as you press up into him, craving some sort of friction.
"How are you feeling?" he gasps as he pulls his lips away from yours.
"I'd feel better if you'd touch me," you respond, your hands making their way to his hair, your chest heaving.
He chuckles as he pulls back further to look at you, his pupils blown.
"Have I ever told you that I get so fuckin' hard when you're a brat to me?" he grumbles.
The look he gives you takes your breath away so much you can't respond as your cheeks flush, looking at you like he could eat you whole. As if reading your mind, he hums as he gives you another peck on the lips, his hands making their way to your pants, undoing the button.
Suddenly he is moving down your body as he pulls the zipper down in one swift motion. Pulling your pants down with enthusiasm, he pauses at your underwear, his lips kissing just below your belly button as he slips his fingers under the straps.
You hold your breath as his lips slowly make their way to your underwear kissing your clothed center. Moving your hands back to his hair, you squeeze gently after brushing the hair from his face, looking down at him.
His eyes connect with yours as his tongue darts out to lick a stripe up your center. You release a breath you've been holding, your cheeks burning at the sight. His eyes fall closed at the taste of you, grumbling as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you towards him as he buries his face in you.
"Austin," you gasp, your hips bucking up into him as he inhales deeply, groaning into you.
Tightening his fingers around your underwear, he pulls them down your legs quickly before sinking his face back into you, his tongue slipping out as he licks up your center again before traveling to your clit, circling it in swift motions.
You moan gently as your grip tightens around his hair, your head leaning back against your pillow.
Your hips stutter as he sucks on your clit suddenly, humming into you. You groan out loud when you feel him sink his finger into you, gently pushing in before pulling back out. His tongue returns to licking you as he flattens it licking in long, sustained movements.
With legs beginning to shake, your grip tightens further, eyes squeezing shut as a knot forms in your stomach. Small moans start falling from your lips as he continues the same motions, speeding up slightly.
"Oh, God, Austin," you groan, your orgasm quickly approaching.
Suddenly, he stops completely, pulling himself away from you.
You gasp at the loss.
"What? No, please," you pout, your cheeks flushing as embarrassment courses through you at how desperate you sounded.
He chuckles as he brings his finger to his mouth, closing his lips around it as his eyes flutter closed at the taste before pulling it from his lips and making his way back up to you.
Your body pulses with need at watching him.
"I want you to come on my cock," he groans breathlessly before reaching his hands down and pulling his shirt up and off of him.
You sigh at the sight of him, his muscles rippling with his movements, his chest flushed and glistening with a thin layer of sweat.
When he brings his hands to undo the button on his jeans, it's almost too much to watch as his arms flex, his hair falling in his face, slightly dampened. Reaching up, you replace his hands as his eyes flicker to yours before letting you help him, his hands dropping from his pants.
Once you unzip the zipper, you pull his jeans down his hips, seeing the prominent bulge in his boxers. You pause for a moment.
"Touch me," he pleads, seeing hesitation in your eyes.
Pausing for only another moment longer, you reach your hand up, gently palming him through his boxers. A heavy sigh escapes his lips. You are transfixed by the feeling of him as you press more firmly against him.
"Fuck, that feels good," he groans, his hands coming to tread through your hair.
You look up at him and see desire gleaming in his eyes. Looking down to your lips again, he leans down capturing your lips in his harshly, grunting into your mouth as you palm him with more enthusiasm.
Pulling his boxers down his legs, he helps you as he pulls them off completely along with his leans, discarding them carelessly on the floor before coming to hover over you.
Leaning his head down, his lips come to suckle on the part of your chest that is exposed as his hands travel behind your back, unhooking your bra and slipping it off of you and onto the ground as well.
"Shit," he grumbles, his hands coming to cup your breasts in his hands, his thumbs swiping over your nipples.
You groan as you lean up into him.
"Do you have a condom, baby?" he almost whines, his voice dripping with need.
You moan at the nickname, your body flushing with the same need.
"Yeah, here," you stutter breathlessly, your hand lamely motioning to your bedside drawer.
Jerking it open harsher than he intends, he almost pulls the drawer out of the table, his cheeks flushing.
"Sorry," he mutters making you laugh at his hastiness as he grasps a condom, ripping it open.
Your eyes are fixated on his actions as he rolls the condom onto himself, his eyebrows knit together in concentration. After he rolls it on all the way, his eyes flicker to yours before moving down to your lips. His body follows suit as his lips connect to yours.
The kiss is charged in a way it was when he first kissed you, the same bruising passion. You groan as you feel his cock run along your entrance. He returns the groan before softly pushing himself into you.
A gasp leaves your lips as you disconnect from the kiss, the feeling overwhelming. Your hands find their way to his shoulders as you firmly grip them, trying to adjust to the feeling.
"Are you okay?" he whispers, his voice strained as he settles himself after pushing in the rest of the way.
You clench around him.
"Yes."
He waits for you to adjust to the feeling of him, before pulling out softly only to sink back inside you. You feel full of him as you try to adjust, your grip tightening on his shoulders.
"Baby, do you want me to stop?" he groans out, trying to control his pleasure.
"No, why?" you gasp, your voice strained.
"You've got me in a vice grip," he grunts, his head falling to your shoulder at the feeling.
Your face flames at the statement as you clench onto him harder, causing a strangled moan to escape his lips.
"I'm sorry," you murmur, this is not how you expected this to go.
You try to hide you mortification as he softly shushes you for apologizing before bringing his face to yours, his lips landing on your cheek, then your other one before finding your lips, kissing you slow.
Sighing into the kiss, you relax your grip on his shoulders, returning his kiss with the same pace. He hums gently as his hands grip the bedsheets above you, his scent filling your senses once more.
Feeling yourself relax further around him, you melt into the kiss, a soft moan escaping your lips. Without prompting, your hips softly grind up into his, causing his cock to sink further into you. You both gasp at the feeling.
"Oh God, you feel good," he murmurs gently, his grip tightening on the sheets.
"You do too," you gasp quietly, the pressure slowly turning to pleasure.
"Yeah? Am I making you feel good now, sweetheart?"
"Yes," you whine, the ache for him building again in your body as you suddenly crave the friction you had before.
"Can you move-" you start, the words barely falling from your lips before he's moving, pulling out almost all the way before sinking back inside you at a gentle, steady pace.
"Oh," you gasp, your hands gripping at his shoulders again for a different reason entirely.
"Oh, baby," he mutters breathlessly as his pace quickens slightly.
Bringing his lips to yours, hot puffs of his breath enter your mouth, the feeling intoxicating you as your hands move to his hair, gripping tightly as he pushes into to you harder than before.
A moan forces itself past your lips and into his mouth. Austin bites on your bottom lip in response, his hands leaving their place above your head to travel down your body.
You gasp when you feel his thumb on your clit, circling in fast, tight circles causing your head to press firmly back into the pillow.
"Fuck, Austin," you whine, your eyes closing as you buck up into him.
He lets a long groan fall from his lips as his face falls into the crook of your neck. You don't think you've heard a more beautiful sound.
"You feel so good, (y/n)," he groans. "Tell me I make you feel good," he continues, I soft dominance presenting itself in his voice.
I wave of pleasure shoots through your entire body, your orgasm slowly building for the second time.
"You make me feel so good, Austin. Please don't stop," you whimper pathetically.
He moans into your neck in response, sucking harshly at your neck as his thumb speeds up its pace on your clit, his thrusting turning into steady pounds.
"Goddamn, you feel amazing," he grunts.
At his words, your orgasm quickly approaches, his words throwing you over the edge as you grip his hair hard as you cling to him, a cry leaving your lips.
His hips stutter and after a few hard thrusts, he is following suit as a muffled shout leaves his lips, his thrusts stopping as he buries himself inside you, finishing into the condom.
The two of you just lie there for a few moments, the only sound being the labored breathing emitting from your lips. Releasing your grip from his hair, he pulls his face away from your neck, labored breaths falling from his lips, his face slightly reddened with a small sheen of sweat. His hair now a tangled mess.
You don't think you've ever seen someone so beautiful.
"Wow," he whispers, looking into your eyes.
"Yeah," you agree, your hand coming to push the hair from his face.
"That went better than I expected."
You nod in agreement; a soft laugh leaves your lips.
He hums, kissing your cheek tenderly before slowly pulling himself out of you, leaning over to discard the condom in a nearby trashcan before laying down beside you.
You turn to each other, still buzzing.
"It turns you on when I'm a brat?" you ask suddenly.
He smiles widely, his teeth showing as a soft chuckle escapes his lips.
"Yeah...I kinda have a thing for it."
"Why do you get so mad at me then?"
"Because...I thought you hated me, (y/n)"
A blush paints your face as your eyes fall from his.
"I guess I was just a little jealous. You're just-you're good at everything and sometimes this job is so hard."
"Honey, it took me a long time to trust myself. It wasn't always like this. You're a great actor, you really shouldn't be so hard on yourself."
Looking back to him, he smiles gently at you, his hand coming to thread through your hair.
"You're so beautiful."
The words escape his lips in a whisper.
You smile at him as you lean up into him, feeling his soft lips on yours.
"It's probably getting late...would you want to stay over?" you ask quickly, your face burning.
"Wow, you want me to stay?" he laughs sarcastically, making you roll your eyes.
"I'd love to."
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Pairing: Yuuta Okkotsu x Female Reader
Word Count: 5K (I feel like I should apologize but if you’ve seen my other works, this is considered super short I’m being fr rn)
Summary: Yuuta is your new neighbor, and everyone loves him because of his sweet and kind personality. He has a crush on you, but you’re a married woman, so you can’t reciprocate his feelings the same way. But when your husband starts cheating on you, you can’t help but turn to him for comfort.
Content Warnings: alcohol, swearing, adultery/cheating, age gap (Yuuta is in his early twenties, reader is almost in her thirties), unprotected sex, also Yuuta going down the yandere route at the end I'm not playing so if it's not your cup of tea don't read
A/N: wrote this in one sitting after aleks @yuutito said something about yuuta and older woman that rewired my brain (how dare she went to sleep after casually telling me this like I wasn't going to just just sit there thinking about *redacted*-ing this ver of him in 124352 different positions). i was supposed to be watching my kids playing in my backyard but i wrote this instead. pls don't call child support. this is also supposed to be a drabble 🤡 🔫 i was going to send it to her on discord but a few people were asking if i was dead (girl, only on the inside lol) cause i haven't posted in a while so hi everyone guess who came back from the war (i'll go through my inbox asap i promise ily)
P.S: don't use your brain when you read this cause i certainly didn't use mine when i wrote this only my dick
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Yuuta Okkotsu is your new neighbor. 
He lives across the street, and you’re not close to him, not yet. He’s younger than you, much younger than you—a fresh graduate from a reputable university who’s lucky enough to be able to work from home. He doesn’t go out much, but he’s friendly, always leaving good impressions around the neighborhood. Everyone knows Yuuta. Everyone loves Yuuta. 
The first time you asked about him, purely out of curiosity, was when you greeted your neighbor next door, an older woman living alone ever since her late husband passed. She just got home from, what you assumed, another trip to the clinic. You saw him stepping down from her porch after making sure she was okay and bidding her with a polite bow. You traded smiles with him, but he didn’t stop for a conversation. You just saw his face turn scarlet at the sight of you, and he dropped a quick “Hello” before he bolted.
“Who was that?” you asked.
“Oh, he’s our sweet neighbor Yuuta.”
“Sweet neighbor Yuuta,” you laughed a little. “He just moved here like three days ago, and everyone calls him that.”
“Because it’s true!”
“Uh-huh, and what did he do that was so sweet to you?”
“He’s helped me with my chores—washing the dishes, bathing my cat, mowing my backyard. He saw me having trouble crossing the street yesterday, so he offered to take me to the clinic today. Such a sweet boy, that man. Very handsome, too.”
That last part you could agree with. Instantly. 
You see Yuuta occasionally, always by coincidence, like maybe in the morning when you leave the house to put out your trash or grab a newspaper. He always seems like he’s eager to strike up a conversation but gives up before he can, simply because his heart can’t take it. You know he has a crush on you; it’s clear as day. He’s young, and he’s in love. It’s cute. But you’re married and committed, so that’s that. 
You meet him more frequently when he starts going to the same local supermarket. You bumped into him in one of the aisles, with him approaching you first because he saw you struggling to get that ketchup bottle on the top shelf. He’s so polite, and he’s, indeed, very sweet, especially to the elderly, always taking his time to humor them when nobody else seems to pay them any attention. He grabbed the bottle for you, and you ended up chatting with him while waiting in line. He offered to help carry your groceries, and you were thankful because you weren’t sure you could bring everything alone. He walked you to your car, bade you good night, and told you to take care. 
He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta. 
Things haven’t been going well with your husband. It’s fight after fight after fight.  At first, your relationship became so strained because you couldn’t conceive even after two years of marriage. The truth is, you don’t want to have a baby, not too soon, not when you still want to focus on living your life, but he wants it terribly, and if you want your marriage to work out, there’s no other choice but to try. You’re somehow glad that the universe seemed to work in your favor, at least for now.
You’re unsure if it’s your fault or his—you don’t have the money or time to get yourself tested. Nevertheless, he kept trying, turning your sex life into a string of dull experiments, one after another. It didn’t come as a surprise that after a while, he gave up. What did come as a surprise was when he started cheating. 
You have reasons to back your assumptions from all the evidence you’ve found along the way. The lipstick stain on his shirt, the hint of female perfume in his car, the way he never left his phone out of reach, terrified of you looking into it. It’s enough. 
It’s Friday night. Your husband won’t be home until late. Still got a bunch of stuff to do at work, he said, which is another way of saying, I got my secretary sucking my dick since you barely even bother anymore. Which is true.
You’re tired of him. You’re tired of having sex with him where he only cares about him cumming inside you and nothing more. You’re so tired of fighting. And now that he's cheating on you, you grow too tired to care. About him. About your marriage. About everything.
So, you head down to a bar one night just to distract yourself. And there he is again. Yuuta. Sitting by himself, watching a football game on the big screen with a beer bottle in hand. He looks rather… lonely, a new face that makes your heart twitch a bit. His solemn look makes him more gorgeous in a way, more mature, more mysterious, and girls love that, don’t they? A slightly dangerous aura to a very sweet face, unapproachable yet inviting.
But that doesn’t last too long because the moment he sees you, his face brightens entirely. He smiles, standing up from his seat to greet you, and you meet him halfway. You end up chatting all night. He’s a fantastic listener, and he’s so kind and thoughtful with each word, comforting you the way you need the most. It’s embarrassing that you nag about your husband like this, but he seems genuinely interested in helping you convey your emotions, and you just can’t stop. It feels so liberating.
Yuuta buys you your favorite drink but also reminds you not to get too much alcohol in your system. You begin to trust him, knowing for certain he won’t take any advantage of you. He walks you home right after. It’s true that he lives right across your house, but he makes sure you get inside safely. He leaves only after he sees you close and lock the door behind you. You spy on him from the window, wanting to see what he does after you’re gone. You see him rubbing a hand over his face, flushed from ears to neck, looking extremely happy that he got to spend time with you. 
He’s so cute, you think to yourself. Like a high school lovesick boy, kind of cute.
Yuuta then notices your husband’s missing car, meaning that you’re alone in the house. He looks sad on your behalf, which is so kind of him to think about your feelings that much. Then he turns upset, as if he was thinking, how dare he stay out so late, leaving her without protection like this. Looking visibly worried, he then texts you, “Let me know if you need anything, okay? My door is open for you anytime.” You smile and promptly reply to him with, “That’s so kind of you, thank you.” 
He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.
These friendly sorts of private meetings between you and him go on for a while. Your husband often arrives late, usually drunk out of his mind or too tired to stay for a chat, and he heads straight to bed without even giving you a goodnight kiss. It hurts, but it’s fine. The more your husband breaks your heart, the harder Yuuta will try to mend it and make it whole again. And he did. Every night, when you’re lucky enough to see him, you’ll feel like a heavy weight is lifted from your chest. You feel… happy, even in this terrible situation, and it’s all because of him. 
You usually hang out with him at the bar, but sometimes you don’t feel like going for a ten-minute drive, and you choose to just cross the road and knock your fist against his door. No matter what hour you visit, day or night, for a morning latte or evening tea, he always greets you with the prettiest smile.
He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.
Weeks passed by, and now you spend most of your free time chatting with him, sitting on the couch in his living room, and talking about yourself more than you ever did with your husband. He likes listening to you talk about yourself, and he tells you that you shine so brightly when you talk about the things you’re passionate about. He always stammers out his praises, looking like he’s seconds away from combusting into flames just from calling you beautiful or something. He’s so young, so inexperienced yet passionate when it comes to love and romance, and it shows.
You ask questions about himself, too, and you can understand why it’s addicting for him to watch you speak, because the second he does that, he’s breathtaking. 
You find out that he likes the things you like, he’s watched the movies you’ve seen, and he’s read your favorite books. It’s not just a coincidence, is it? Maybe you’re a match made in heaven. But even so, nothing happens. He’s too respectful, and he makes you respect yourself. You’re married, and he’s a close friend of yours. That’s it.
He’s just your sweet neighbor Yuuta.
One morning, you find a bouquet sitting on your porch. Oh, right, today’s our anniversary. Your husband has this habit of sending you your favorite flowers on your anniversary. He does this every year, which is nice of him, but you really didn’t think he’d send you one this year, seeing how he barely exchanged more than three sentences with you. So now that you receive his flowers, you’re beginning to think, oh, maybe he’s trying to fix things between us. You’re not sure if you want that, though, not anymore. Most of your heart already belongs to someone else, which is terrible since you’re married, but you can’t help it. 
You pick up the flowers anyway; too pretty to be thrown away. You open the card attached to it. I will love you forever, it says, written in his handwriting. The way he wrote the letter f is a little different. Looks like he wrote in a rush, you presume. Either that, or he just didn't care enough. And it’s whatever; you didn’t expect much anyway. You appreciate the thought until your eyes land on the name he wrote.
That’s not my fucking name.
He must have sent flowers to his secretary at the same time and had his card switched. That fucking cheater.
You thought you didn’t care about him anymore, but God, now you’re livid.
Yuuta shows up at the perfect place and at the perfect time. He invites you over to have dinner together at his place. “J-just, you know, as friends,” he says, unconsciously giving you the confirmation that he does not think of you as a friend. Not at all.
So you come over in a beautiful red dress later that evening, and he stares at you, completely in awe, for a good three seconds. “You, umm—” He blushes madly, his head so full of steam he could barely think. “You look like… like a goddess.”
“Thank you,” you simper. That was so corny for him to say, but he meant every word, which makes it endearing. “You look amazing, too.” And he is. God, he looks so handsome in his black buttoned-down shirt, and his parted hair, and his sweet, sweet smile.
I want to fuck the shit out of him.
It’s the monster inside you who speaks it. The part of you that’s been neglected for so long, that’s never been touched in the way you wanted to. And it’s screaming, begging for Yuuta to love you.
But no. We’re friends. We’re just friends, aren’t we, Yuuta?
Yuuta cooks, too, apparently. Every dish looks fucking delicious, and everything else is perfect. The table setting decorated with your favorite flowers. The scented candles with your favorite fragrance set up romantically on top of the cozy fireplace. The soft music playing in the background, a piano instrumental of your favorite song. It’s like a date. A celebration. Like something you should’ve had with your husband today.
“You did all of this on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Hmm?”
You gesture to your surroundings. “We’ve read the same books and watched the same movies. Okay, fine, maybe we have the same taste. But this song, those flowers, everything you’ve set up in this room, you did all of these for me, didn’t you?”
He pauses before he tucks his chin, avoiding your gaze. “I just… wanted to make you happy,” he confesses bashfully. “Is it… Is it too much? Do you not like it?”
“Yuuta, of course, I love it.” You stroke his arm, washing his worry away. “I just… I’ve never had someone care about me this much before…”
He melts under your touch, and there’s so much he wants to say, but his lips form nothing but a sad smile. He caresses your face with tender hand, his fingertips quivering slightly when they land on your cheek. His heart must be beating like crazy right now, you smile to yourself, leaning further into his touch to soothe him.
“I would do this every day for you if you let me,” he whispers, promise behind each word. “I would make you happy, so happy you’d forget what sadness feels like. What loneliness feels like.”
That stirs something inside your chest. “And what do you want in return for that?” You slide up a hand, testing his limit.
He stops your hand by covering it with his own. For a second, just for a brief second, he emits a different feeling. There’s intensity behind his gaze that burns you as if he wanted you all to himself. And that’s understandable. No man, especially one who’s so desperately in love like him, would want to share his woman with someone else, but he knows the situation they’re in, doesn’t he? It’s just not possible for you to be together, not now, not completely. Maybe that’s why he switches back in a blink, smiling until his eyes crinkle adorably. “Nothing,” he answers. “As long as we can be friends like this, it’s more than enough for me.”
He’s a terrible liar, you think, slightly amused. It’s cute how he tries so hard to conceal his feelings and you still can read him like an open book.
The food tastes as amazing as it looks, even down to the last bite. You don’t talk about the bouquet, afraid that you’ll ruin the mood, but Yuuta is always so attentive when it comes to you. He asks you what happened, and he hugs you the second he sees tears brimming in your eyes. You’re not sad. You’re fucking angry. And thank God Yuuta is there to let you vent your frustrations. You go as far as telling him almost every little shitty thing your husband did to you behind your back, as well as the slutty secretary that’s been sleeping with him for money. It feels relieving to finally say their names out loud, with so much hatred, so much rage, and to have Yuuta respond with, “No matter how pretty she is, she’s nothing compared to you. Your husband doesn’t deserve you. If I were him, I would’ve—” he stops himself, just in time, flustered and mortified under your gaze.
You’re older. You’re older than him by eight, no, nine years even. You know what’s going to happen if you encourage him to say the words he’s been dying to say. You know what it’s going to do to your relationship. But fuck that. If there were one man in this world who knew how to treat you like you deserve…
It’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.
So, by the time the two of you move to the couch with some wine in your system, you lean forward, letting your fingers trace the protruding vein on the back of his hand. His eyes widen at the way your dress does very little to hide your cleavage, but he averts his gaze right away, being the gentleman that he is. But tonight, you want him to be the opposite of that. You don’t want him to be sweet; you want him to let his desire win. There’s a monster hiding inside him, something much more terrible than your own. You sometimes caught its glimpse when he thought you weren’t looking his way. The amount of obsession that fogged his eyes, his fixation over you, turning his sapphire blue eyes so dark, so deep, so intense, like he wanted to have you locked up in his room, tied up and used and thoroughly fucked until you found no strength to stand and no will to escape. It should’ve been a scary thought, but it wasn’t. It was… exciting.
“I want to hear it, Yuu…” Seduction lays thickly in your voice as you lay a gentle hand on his cheek, guiding his eyes back to you. You stare up at him from underneath your lashes with this look in your eyes that makes his breath hitch in his throat. “If you were my husband…” You wet your lip, your tongue a sinful dance to his eyes. “What would you do to make me feel…” You purposely drop your gaze to his lips, letting him catch your message. “…loved?”
You watch him gulp, goosebumps breaking on his skin. You watch his eyes fall to see the way you rub your thumb over the bumps on his knuckles. You watch them turn half-lidded as they linger a second too long on your lips. And you watch him break all control he has over himself, and you let him devour you the way you’ve been wanting him to.
He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.
And he tastes even sweeter with your cum on his tongue.
It’s happening too fast, yet it feels like it’s not going fast enough. He starts by holding you by the face, slotting his lips against yours, passionate and gentle at the same time. He pulls away for a moment to see your reaction, and when you kiss him back, he lets out this sinful moan that causes your stomach to churn.
He’s so fucking sexy. Even without trying, he is. 
In the next second, he’s eating you out on the couch, spreading your legs, and kneeling on the floor with his head trapped between your thighs, wanting to get as much of you as you can give him. When his tongue circles your clit, and he’s moaning against your heat, it feels so good you almost run away, not used to experiencing this much pleasure. It’s scary how easily he plays with your body. How fast he can tell which part of yours likes to be licked, which ones want to be sucked, and which ones want to be fucked. He moves agonizingly slow, but each touch feels so right that you find no reason to complain. He’s sure to take his time with you, to make you feel loved in the way a wife should be when her husband makes love to her.
He takes hold of your thighs, holding you tight, but you want it even tighter to the point of leaving bruises all over your skin so you can show them to your husband later. His gaze is intense, constantly keeping his eyes on you. Your expression turns him on, making him ache so bad within the constraints of his pants that his eyes turn watery, desperate for release. He’s too ashamed to ask you to touch him, and maybe he doesn’t want to be touched, not yet, he just wants to focus on pleasuring you for now. So he keeps sucking your clit into his mouth, and he slides one hand into his own jeans to grip his cock tightly. He fucks his fist as fast as he fucks your hole with his tongue, groaning, whining, whimpering against your cunt. He’s pathetic. You love it.
You push him down to the carpeted floor after you drench his mouth and chin with your juice, and you push his fingers, coated with his own cum, into your mouth. He curses once at the sight, and it’s so sexy when he does it. After all this time hearing him talk so softly, so innocently, hearing a low, “Fuck, you're making me lose my mind,” tumbling off his lips is such a fucking turn-on. 
You tear yourself away from your dress before you rip open the buttons of his shirt, not caring if the two of you are in the middle of his living room, visible for anyone to see if they dare take a peek through the window. You wish the light in the room were brighter. It would’ve been a lovely show for your husband if he came home to see you riding another man’s cock, using Yuuta to your own satisfaction, and watching him make you cum the way he couldn’t. 
Yuuta, oblivious to your thoughts, is gasping out your name, one arm hiding his beet-red face while his other one is gripping your thigh. “W-wait,” he flinches, his breathing tattered. “You’re going—too fast—”
You know you are, but it’s so good that you can’t stop. His cock rubs your walls so deliciously as if it was made solely for this purpose. You cum so fast, so hard, and he follows almost right away, unable to hold it even longer when he sees you looking like that when you cummed. 
Your body is still trembling when he suddenly lifts you off his cock and guides you to his face. “Ride me again,” he says, begging. “Please, Angel, I want to taste you again.” And you do, sitting on his face and letting him lick, suck, and lap at everything that seeps out of you.
He’s staring at your swollen clit, licking his lips and seemingly dazed as he rubs his thumb softly over it. “I’m sorry I came inside you,” he says, genuinely feeling guilty about it despite you giving him permission to.
You shiver, still feeling so sensitive for receiving so much stimulation at once. “It’s okay. I can’t get pregnant anyway,” you laugh it off. “I haven’t gotten myself checked yet, but we’ve been trying for two years, and nothing has happened yet, so…”
His gaze darkens. “I see,” is the only thing he utters before he scoops you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. You’re surprised; you really thought that was it. Both of you came twice already in, like, fifteen minutes. That’s enough, isn’t it? But he’s still young, and he has a lot of energy that leaves him insatiable. If you let him, he’ll have you for the entire night.
It’s not a bad thing, not at all.
So you kneel in front of him on the bed, bite the corner of your lip to drive him even more insane, and stroke him slowly with your hand. “You still want to fuck me?”
“Yes,” he breathes out, the muscles in his abdomens tautening. “Yes, Ma’am, please…”
Ma’am? You almost laugh. How does he keep getting cuter and cuter?
“Okay.” You reward him with a little kiss on the head of his cock, robbing a soft whimper out of his mouth. Lying down on the bed, you spread your legs, sliding two fingers down your body to do the same to your cunt. “Come here and love me again, Yuu.”
He obliges in a split second. Yuuta has so much love to give, and he lets his mouth, his tongue, and his cock paint a perfect picture on your body.
Everything feels like heaven until he suddenly stops in the middle of thrusting his hips, earning himself an impatient whine. His blue eyes have lost their warm, pretty light. They’re as dark as the night, but lust and greed are the perfect colors for him. He sits on his knees, resting your ankles on his shoulders, breathing heavily. 
“Yuuta?”
He’s not listening, too captivated by the way his tip slides in and out so easily. You’re so fucking wet for him; it’s embarrassing, but Yuuta would take a picture of you like this in a heartbeat, with your wedding ring still wrapped around your finger and his cock sheathed deep inside you, should you allow him to.
He splays his hand over your stomach, giving a little pressure to your womb. You squirm, suddenly feeling like you no longer have control over anything, over him, not like the way you did before. It’s frightening and thrilling at the same time. “Yuuta, what are you—” Your jaw turns slack at the sensation when he thrusts inside, just once, just to see how far it goes within your walls. He’s so hard and thick and throbbing that you could practically feel him poking from inside of your stomach. And perhaps he’s thinking the same thing, his eyes glistening when he feels a bulge forming under his palm. He swallows. He looks… hungry.
“You said you couldn’t get pregnant,” he says, running a tongue across his lower lip, his eyes still fixated on the way you’re taking him so well, all stretched out and tight around him. “You know what I think?” He pulls himself out completely, shivers in his breath. “I think you’re wrong.” He slams his hips forward so abruptly, and with so much force, you have one hand shooting past your head to keep a safe distance away from the headboard. 
“Yuuta—” You gasp out, struggling to match his rhythm. “Wait—”
He only smiles a little, chuckles a little. He’s so far gone. He leans forward until you’re pressed chest to chest, folding you in half before he laces his fingers together with yours. “I think you can get pregnant.” He moves closer to your ear, whispering with his lips caressing your lobe, “And I’m going to show you how.”
He fucks the breaths out of you, swallowing each cry with his mouth, embracing you so tightly you can feel his heart beating against yours. “I’m sorry,” he pants, “It hurts, doesn’t it? I—” He’s interrupted with a low groan, feeling you clenching around him.“—really am sorry—” He smashes his lips against yours, smothering you with his kisses, too. “I know I’m being too rough, but I can't—”  He has one hand gripping the top of his headboard, giving him more support to drive his hips even deeper. “I can’t—stop—” He fucks you again, and again, harder each time until you find yourself unable to make sounds. “You’re so good... You feel so good around me... My angel…” You’re being folded, handled, trapped, and he fucks you until you’re drained, until you’re filled, until he’s spent. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Just a little bit more..." He kisses your forehead and your cheek to soothe you down, cradling your head as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. His hips start to move erratically. “Don’t ever leave me… I will love you forever, so—ah, God—” He chokes out a sob when he feels you spasming around him again, reeling in another wave of orgasm that hit you so intensely, you see white.
It takes him a little over an hour until he finally lets you go. For now, at least.
But once he gives you a chance to breathe, he cleans you up so gently, dabbing a warm towel over your skin, peppering kisses as soft as butterfly wings down your back, your thighs, your chest, before ending his journey at your stomach. He rubs the supple flesh of your belly and smiles, completely satisfied after giving you his everything. And it scares you a little bit because… You might really end up getting pregnant this time.
“I have to go before he comes home,” you say, feeling your body ache terribly when you try to raise yourself off the bed. They’re not shown vividly yet, but there will be bruises in the morning in places you’re not sure you can cover. 
Yuuta hugs you from the side when you barely have one foot on the floor, whispering against the bare skin of your hip, “I’m not letting you go.”
It makes you happy. You feel so wanted, so loved, even after all the affection he gave you all night. The truth is, you don’t want to leave. Ever. To walk into your own home after experiencing what heaven feels like… It would be torturous.
“I wish I could stay with you, too.”
“You do?” He looks up with big, round eyes, hope residing in each one of them. “Would you stay with me forever?”
“If I could,” you reply and it’s true. God, if only you could stay forever with him, let him love you this way, forever. That would be perfect, wouldn't it?
“That makes me happy…” He takes both of your hands, kissing you on each wrist before he does the same to your palms. “That makes me so happy…” 
It tickles, so you laugh a little. He makes the same sweet sound, the sound of a boy in love. 
“I really need to go, though…” You whisper, hypnotized when he starts pushing your digit past his lips. It’s warm and wet inside his mouth, waking up the butterflies in your stomach. He keeps his eyes on you, looking so sensual as he sucks around your finger, enveloping it from base to tip. “Yuuta…”
“I understand.” He pulls away, ending it with a kiss. He seems disheartened, his smile doesn't shine as bright anymore and it hurts you. "I guess you left me with no choice."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay." He returns your embrace, just one more time before you have to let him go. “Can you turn around for me, please? I want to give you something,” he softly smiles. “A present. It will be quick, I promise.” 
You do as he says, excited at the thought of it. What will he give you? Knowing him and how he went through so much effort to prepare a dinner for two friends, you just know it would be something incredibly romantic. Yuuta kisses your nape, open-mouthed and lingering. You nibble on your lip to suppress your moan as he trails his lips from between your shoulder blades down to your spine. 
“Yuuta,” you sigh, squeezing your thighs together. You’re aching for him again, and it’s dangerous. Your husband can come anytime soon. “I know what you want, and really, I wish I could stay,” you say from the bottom of your heart, looking over your shoulder to see him, and you’re immediately answered by a kiss. He presses his chest to your spine, one hand cupping half of your neck and your jaw to keep you in place so he can deepen the kiss. His mouth moves with fervor, filling you up with desire, and if it weren’t for the sound of your husband’s car moving into your driveway, you would’ve let him take you there for another hour or two.
“I need to leave. Now.” You break away to gather your clothes quickly. Except you can’t.
You can’t move your hands.
Robbed out of your balance, you fall face-first to the floor. Your breath catches, your heart plummeting to your stomach when you realize you have your hands tied behind your back. You feel something rough grazing against your skin. There’s a rope ensnaring your wrists together, and it’s digging painfully into your flesh every time you struggle to break free. 
Panic rises quickly to your chest. You look up, your body froze with terror at the sight of him smiling at you. 
He’s not your sweet neighbor Yuuta. Not anymore.
This is the monster you caught a glimpse of before, in full form. His handsome features suddenly feel unrecognizable, not when you can no longer witness the warmth in his eyes.
What is happening? You breathe fast, frightened beyond your mind. Why is he doing this?
“I told you I’m not letting you go,” he says, walking slowly toward you. With every step he takes, your urge to escape grows bigger.
The second the dread sinks in, you part your lips to scream for help, but he clasps a hand over your mouth just in time. “Sshh shhh shhh,” he whispers, bringing you back to your feet. “We wouldn’t want your husband to find out, would we?” 
You try to kick and toss your body around, but he’s strong, much stronger than you could ever imagine him to be. From your peripheral vision, you see him taking out a syringe from a drawer behind him, fitted with a hollow needle to inject the clear liquid into your skin. You feel your heart pounding in your throat, your scream muffled as he sinks it into your skin. “There, there. Off you go, honey,” he whispers in your ear, as you begin to lose your will to fight. Your consciousness slowly wanes away with each second passing by. “I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. It’s only scary at the beginning, I promise.” He tosses the syringe away, now empty. “Oh, I almost forgot to ask. Did you like the card I gave you?”
The card? What card?
Oh.
Oh, no.
“I’m sorry for tricking you like that,” he says with a little pout. “Truly, I am. I didn’t want to lie to you, but I had to do something to push you over the edge. I knew you liked me too from the start, but you wouldn’t make the first move. You kept staying faithful even when your husband was cheating on you like that. I admire you for that,” he sighs, utterly smitten by you, but only for a second before his tone drops. “But I was getting impatient, you see. And I knew you were, too. I watched your favorite movies. I read your favorite books. I learned everything about you and did everything you liked, but you still wouldn’t leave your husband for me. So you left me with no choice. I have to make you understand,” he slides his hand up your stomach, passing the valley between your breasts before he chooses to linger there, squeezing, teasing, pleasing. “That no one can touch you like I do. No one can love you like I do.”
You can feel him kissing your neck, licking a stripe up from your collarbone to the spot below your ear. “It was quite tricky copying his handwriting like that. There’s one letter I still can’t do very well even now. But it was enough to trick you, so I think everything’s fine in the end,” he chuckles, the sound filling your chest with horror, though you could barely register it now, not with the drug flowing in your system.
“You asked me what I would do to make you feel loved if I were your husband.” He carries you closer to the window, letting you see, with all the little power you have left, your husband closing the door of his car. Yuuta embraces you from behind, his hands tangled around your waist as he lets you rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m gonna show it to you.” You watch your husband make his way to your porch, oblivious to what’s happening in the dark room across the street. “I’m gonna love you, Angel. I will love you forever. With all my heart. And I’m gonna take my time. I’ll be so thorough with you that once I’m done, you won’t be able to spend a second of your life without me.” 
Your husband closes his front door, and with it goes your last chance of escaping, if there was even one.
You start losing strength in your legs, in your arms, but you’re still able to cry, and so you do just that. It won’t help you, nothing will help you, no one will help you, and no one will know what he’s doing to you, not when everyone thinks so fondly of him. 
“Oh, Sweetheart, don’t cry.” He kisses your tears away, landing an even softer one on your temple. “Don’t be afraid of me, my love. After all, it’s just me.” He meets your eyes in the reflection of his window, smiling with his hand holding the front of your neck.
“Your sweet neighbor Yuuta.”
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myrmica · 2 days ago
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having finished rewatching s4 and being past the vitalasy goodbye stream in s5 is so miserable what do you mean there's no more vitalasy. the fact that vitalasy leaves and that same day everything starts moving again, that same day zam has that conversation with planet where he keeps laughing mid sentence and going "i don't know how to do this anymore it's been so long," and in that stream bacon and zam describe it as if the wormhole had broken the fourth wall permanently, so now they have to open up to the audience in ways they hadn't before, but that's not quite right. the wormhole opened a door sure, season 4 changed things. but during wormhole zam slammed a door shut on vitalasy and that door stayed shut until this precise moment. so he and vitalasy never get to have the kind of conversation about their past vitalasy needed from him while vitalasy was still there, because the shell only starts to crack open the moment vitalasy is gone. vitalasy exits the stage leaving it all necessarily resolved off screen, leaving a book zam keeps private from the audience. it allows vitalasy to come back in s6 and say "we worked it out behind the scenes," and for that to be all you need to know. vitalasy is no longer a character whose history with zam keeps mattering to him, informing new choices and new problems. but zam is. zam remains a character with all of that history intact, who thinks about it, and uses it as a point of measure for other relationships in his life (or sometimes it seems for relationships, period), who alludes to it in conversation, who remembers it even though at one point he tried pretty hard to forget. so much did happen between them and it still doesn't feel like enough. it just gets cut off, and leaves behind this constant looming possibility space. makes you think well, now there might finally be enough distance from it all that they could really talk about it, that it might be okay. but vitalasy isn't here. and when he visits they never get more than a moment alone together, anyway. what is zam's memory of vitalasy; the things he has accepted and the things he still doesn't think about, the parts of it that remain warped in his memory; what is he guilty about and what is he still mad about; how would he describe eclipse to someone who wasn't there in s4 if he had to really sit down and go through it all; what would have happened if he did give vitalasy that apology heart during the mace trials, if they did get more than a moment alone together. if vitalasy was still present. if there was ever a reason to talk about him. and vitalasy's ghost is overwhelmingly present in s5. he leaves and that's the catalyst. destroying what's left of vitalasy on the server is always the worst thing zam can threaten, and then zam is banned fighting over vitalasy's grave trying to make good on that threat. and they never, ever, ever get to talk about any of it. all of those stupid hours of conversation in season 4 and then nothing at all forever. they worked it out but you don't get to see that part. vitalazam world. i hate everyone else on this minecraft server fuck all of you for real. whenever vitalasy isn't on screen you should be asking "where's vitalasy."
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hornyhornyhimbos · 3 days ago
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"One Of Me Is Cute... But Two Though?" ~ L. Alvez
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Summary: When Reader spots her pregnant friend at a Halloween party, the wheels start to turn in her head. If Luke really loves her, won't he love having a second Reader even more?
Pairing: Luke Alvez x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1,664
Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex, couch activities, breeding kink, Luke is kind of a mean!dom oops, nicknames (baby, brat; Luke is called daddy once), sorta implied drinking since they take an Uber home but not really, explicit language, lowk this fic was kinda rushed sorry, fic title is of course from "Juno" by Sabrina Carpenter, lmk if i missed anything!
Extra Notes: so sorry this was not posted on time 😭 hope you guys still enjoy though!
Originally Written: 10/25/2024 through 10/27/2024
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Ever since you'd gotten in the Uber, you'd been sulking. You refused to even look at Luke, your hands staying planted in your lap instead of reaching over to hold his like they normally would. It wasn't his fault—really, no one was at fault—but you couldn't seem to help your pouty nature.
Every so often, Luke would meet you with a pout of his own, his eyes sad as he tried to figure out what exactly was the matter with you. “Baby, please talk to me,” he'd say every few minutes, and every time, you just kept on silently moping.
As you walked into your shared home, his hands landed on your hips. A soft pair of lips peppered kisses along your exposed shoulder, Luke’s silent way of trying to get you to talk to him.
Still, you weren't giving in that easily. You simply let out an annoyed huff, moving away from him and sitting down on the couch.
Hot on your trail, Luke followed, squatting in front of you and reaching to undo your strappy heels. “Okay, you gotta tell me what's going on,” he said, clearly put out despite his calm tone. “I can't fix the problem if you don't tell me what's going on.”
“Doesn't matter if I tell you,” you grumbled, nearly under your breath. “You won't fix the problem anyway.”
His eyebrows raised, his expression somewhere between serious and shocked as he registered what you'd just said. “You wanna try that again?”
A tingle shot to your core as his dominant side started to show. You couldn't deny how much it turned you on when he was mad, so you decided to press a little more. “You heard me,” you said, lips still turned downward in a bratty pout.
Luke stood back up to his full height, practically towering over you as he placed his hands on his hips. Despite his dorky mailman costume, he managed to look sexy in those mid-thigh shorts and navy baseball cap. “I know what I heard,” he said, his words still sounding calm even though his expression told a different story. “I'm giving you a chance to fix it before you earn yourself a little punishment.”
The word punishment sent heat straight through you. You frowned again, not saying anything else on the current topic as you crossed your arms over your chest.
Luke huffed, his anger finally starting to show just a little. “Do I need to fuck a confession out of you?”
Despite how tempting that was, you finally gave in, figuring you should at least try to have a civil conversation about what was bothering you. “I want a baby.”
Luke's mouth dropped open in shock, his eyes widening a little. He didn't say anything, waiting for you to continue.
“Didn't Hannah look so cute in her costume tonight?” you asked with pleading eyes. “Don't you want that to be us next Halloween?”
Some might have found your college roommate's costume a little silly. She'd somehow turned an old cardboard box into an oven and painted a cinnamon roll over her six-month pregnant belly, effectively turning her stomach into “a bun in the oven.” Hannah's husband had his oven mitt-covered hands on her the whole night, proclaiming he was the proudest baker that had ever existed.
However, something about your friend (and her slightly possessive husband) made your baby fever kick in. The thought of Luke knocking you up, the thought of him being absolutely primal with you, sent your head spiraling.
The sound of Luke's deepening voice brought you out of your thoughts and back to reality. “So you thought the best course of action would be to act like a brat until I gave you your way?”
You couldn't help the slight blush that crept its way onto your cheeks. You stayed silent, knowing whatever you said next would probably get you in worse trouble.
He knelt in front of you again, his hands slipping under your dress, fingertips dancing along the expanse of your thighs. “You know, you really don't deserve anything tonight. Acting like I've never taught you any manners.”
With a smirk, you replied, “Maybe you should teach me again.”
Luke’s lips turned upward into a smirk of his own, dragging a finger slowly over your covered core. “You really are a little brat,” he scoffed. Still, his hands slid your dress upward until your thighs were uncovered, revealing the wet spot starting to form on your cherry red panties. “I rest my case,” he said with an eye roll.
“Come on,” you said, puckering your lips outward and giving him puppy eyes. “Can't you give in just a little?”
A low chuckle rumbled through him as he grabbed your legs and pulled you forward. “C'mere, my sexy little love letter.”
Teeth grazed your thigh as his hand pulled at the waistband of your underwear, sliding them off agonizingly slowly. In an instant, his mouth was on your core, attacking you with kitten licks and dirty kisses.
Your legs instinctively tightened around his head, practically holding his face to your center. Though your hands were practically shaking at the pleasure he was already providing you with, you managed to turn his cap around backwards. Instantly, he was diving even further into your center, groaning at the easier access.
A finger replaced his tongue, slipping inside of you and curving exactly the way you needed. You couldn't help the moan that fell from your lips as his mouth joined back in, desperately tonguing at your sensitive bud. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned as a second finger joined in, the words a low rumble against your center.
“Luke,” you sighed, his tongue leaving precise licks along your clit. Despite how good his ministrations felt, it simply wasn't enough for you. “You're never gonna get me knocked up if you don't fuck me.”
He scoffed, the hot air of his breath heavenly against your cunt. His fingers stayed inside you despite his mouth leaving your clit, his eyebrows raised as he met your gaze. “You're being a greedy brat right now.”
You started to reply, but the words were cut off as he flexed the digits inside you again, fingertips brushing over that perfect spot it seemed only he could reach. Your hands grasped at the couch cushions, trying to steady yourself in any way you could.
“You want me to knock you up?” Luke asked, his voice practically a growl. He tore his hands away from you, leaving you feeling absolutely empty as he worked on the fastening of his shorts. As he realized your eyes were fully focused on his hard-on, he demanded, “Answer when you're spoken to.”
“Yes,” you managed, nearly salivating as he pulled his cock out of those tiny khaki shorts.
He chuckled, the sound making your pussy ache more, if it was even possible. “Be careful what you wish for, baby.”
Without warning, he was shoving his length into you, giving you no time to adjust. His movements were quick, hips snapping into yours greedily. This was about him now, about teaching you a lesson and getting his own way.
“You want a baby?” he asked rhetorically, cock slamming into you as he practically held you down to the couch. “Fine. I'll give you a baby.”
Pleased whines slipped between your lips as he practically bullied your cunt. Every ridge and vein slid in and out of you, the friction absolutely delicious and exactly what you needed.
One of his hands met your center again, rubbing fast circles over your bundle of nerves, his eyes still on you to see your reaction to the pleasure. “Gotta cum first if you want me to fill you up,” he instructed, toying with your clit a little harder. “Gotta earn it.”
His filthy words and commands had you keening, your back arching off the sofa. You couldn't form words at this point, only noises that showed him how desperate you truly were. The sound of your bodies moving against each other filled the air, the scent of sex heavy in the air as skin slapped against skin.
You were close, so close to your release. The coil in your stomach burned as you inched closer to your climax, hands meeting Luke's hips and pulling him impossibly closer. “Please, Daddy. Make me cum,” you begged, your head falling back against the couch.
Luke only sped up at that, his dick hitting your sweet spot over and over. His eyes closed in pleasure, and you could tell from his expression that he was close too. He pulled your pelvis closer to his, his movements shoving you further into the couch. Hips grinded against hips, perfectly in time with the circles he continued to place on your clit.
The new angle was just what you needed to fall over the edge, your orgasm burning through you. Your veins were practically on fire as he fucked you through it, now searching for his own release.
The tiny noises of pleasure coming from you as he fucked you into overstimulation was what he needed to reach his own release. Hot spurts of his seed filled what felt like every inch of you as he finally started to slow his movements.
After a moment of you both catching your breath, Luke lifted you by the waist, holding your body close to his as he headed for the bedroom.
“What are you doing?” you managed to ask, the sound close to a confused giggle, before kissing at the small sliver of his neck you had access to.
With a smirk, he answered, “Gotta make sure it sticks, right? You want a baby or not?”
Your head fell back in a laugh, though you couldn't argue. You were both in for a long night, but you couldn't seem to bring yourself to care. You just kept on kissing his neck as he laid you down on the mattress.
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nakylvr · 3 days ago
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— YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW MY NAME
sophia laforteza x fem!reader
synopsis: you're a loner at school with your limited friends. sophia's the popular girl. you never wanted to talk to her, but unfortunately, when she spots you alone in the music room, you're forced to speak to her.
warnings/tags: language
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You didn’t have a lot of friends since your first year in college. To be honest, you never had a lot of friends. You stuck to yourself and didn’t like getting wrapped up with other people. It took some time for you to trust anybody, and you weren’t one to strike up a conversation with a random person. But, you had your little group that you were always with. They were good friends to you, and the only real ones you’ve ever had, even if their chaoticness was a handful at times. 
“Dude, I will die if I have to take another test this week!” 
You roll your eyes at Intak’s complaining he’s been doing for the past ten minutes while you sit on the field’s bleachers with him, Sunghoon, and Daniela. “Maybe if you studied you wouldn’t struggle so hard,” You retort, looking down at your notebook. 
“I do study!” Intak exclaims. 
You look up from your notebook to shoot a look at your friend, being able to spot his lie easily. “Yeah, sure,” You say sarcastically, rolling your eyes. 
“It’s not that hard to study, Intak,” Sunghoon says but is looking at his camera as he listens to you three.
“You guys just don’t understand how hard it is for people like us,” Daniela speaks up from her position laying on the bleachers with sunglasses on. 
You and Sunghoon side-eye Daniela at her words, but neither of you says anything. 
“Yeah! Sporty people are not good at school!” Intak crosses his arms over his chest. “It’s not our fault we’re good at being athletic!” 
“Dude, you’re lame,” You respond with another eye roll. 
“Athletes are not lame!” Daniela exclaims, raising one of her arms and pointing in the air. 
“Then why are you two never with your teams or the popular group?” You look up from your notebook as you speak. 
“Well!” Intak starts but ends up saying nothing. “Okay, so what?! We’re friends!” 
“Whatever,” You shake your head. 
“Don’t be like that, Yn! You’re just like us!” Daniela sits up and wraps her arm over your shoulders. “Whether you wanna admit it or not, we’re all a bunch of fucking losers, and that’s okay! We don’t need to be like those annoying popular people.” 
“Yeah!” Intak smiles. “Plus, have you tried making friends outside of us? It’s hard as hell! People suck at this school!” 
You have to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes for the third time in five minutes, just nodding your head along to what they’re saying. “Right, right. I know,” You sigh. You look at the time on your watch and sigh again. “I gotta get to class,” You tell the three, standing up from your seated position on the bleachers. 
“Boooooo!” Intak and Daniela both say as soon as you get up and start grabbing your things. 
“Oh shut up,” You tell them, swinging your bag over your shoulder. “Maybe if you two actually went to class you wouldn’t always react that way when I go to mine.” 
“Oh c’mon!” Intak whines, falling backward and lying on the bleachers. “Class is so boring!” 
“Whatever,” You scoff while shaking your head. 
Sunghoon finally looks up from his camera and spots a group of people starting to walk in your direction, and he looks back at the three of you. “I think now would be a good time to start leaving anyway. Look who just showed up,” He says, nodding his head over to where the people were.
All three of you, not so discretely look over to where Sunghoon nodded his head to see a group of four start walking up the bleachers. You can immediately recognize them, and it’s evident in the way your face contorts that you don’t like seeing them here. The most popular friend group in the school, the ones who could do whatever they wanted, the ones who could wrap others around their fingers. Except, the four of you didn’t give two shits about them. Or, that’s what you thought, at least. You and Intak were the ones to care the least, seeing as his team essentially shunned him for not wanting to hang out with the popular group, and you simply didn’t care. You were never one to care about the popular groups in all your years of school. You liked staying out of everything and not nearing the spotlight. You were okay with your few trustworthy friends rather than lots of friends who didn’t give a shit about you. You were fine without getting involved with them. You didn’t want to be near them. 
The group of four sits down a distance away from you all, and you can see Intak’s eyes narrow as he watches them. 
“What are they even doing out here?” Intak asks. 
“Probably skipping class,” Daniela answers, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m out of here. I’m not getting caught up in no bullshit right now.” She stands up and grabs her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. 
“Same,” Intak nods, doing the same as Daniela. 
“Are you coming, Hoon?” Daniela asks Sunghoon. 
Sunghoon shakes his head. “No, I need a few pictures for my assignment, so I’ll stay out here,” He answers, looking down at his camera. 
“Are you serious?” Intak inquires. “Dude, you can go anywhere else and do that, why stay here?” 
“I’m waiting for the Cheer team to practice,” Sunghoon lies, but none of you realize it. 
“Okay…” Intak’s voice trails off. “Yn, do you wanna walk to class?” He changes his gaze towards you. 
“Sure,” You nod. You can assume there's a specific reason he’s asking you this, but you can’t tell what it is. 
“All right, see ya guys,” Intak gives Sunghoon and Daniela a fist bump before starting to walk down the bleachers with you. 
As soon as you two make it off the bleachers and onto the cement ground, Intak looks over at you.
“Hoon was totally lying, right?” He asks.
“What?” You look at him with confusion. “About what?” 
“Waiting for the cheer team to practice,” Intak says. “The cheer team doesn't even have practice today.” 
“What are you trying to say? That he was lying to us?” You question. You don’t understand where he’s trying to lead with this, and it’s evident by the expression on your face. 
“Obviously he was lying to us,” Intak answers. “The real question is why was he?”
You shrug your shoulders. “How the hell would I know?”
“Yn, seriously,” Intak stops to open the door back inside the building for you. “We don’t lie to each other, that’s like, our whole thing.” 
“Okay Eleven from Stranger Things,” You roll your eyes, patting his shoulder as a thanks and walking inside the school. 
“I’m serious Yn!” Intak retorts, following after you and letting the door close behind him. “Hoon doesn’t lie to us!”
You shrug for a second time, looking over at Intak. “Why are you so pressed about it? I’m sure it was nothing.” You wave your hand around. 
“I don’t think so,” Intak mumbles. “Yn, don’t you-” 
You stop in front of your class, putting your hand on Intak’s chest to silence him. “Intak, it’s fine. I’m sure it was nothing, seriously. I’ll see you at lunch?” You say.
Intak lets out an exasperated sigh before nodding his head. “Yeah,” He says. 
“Okay,” You send a small smile his way before going into your class. 
You ended up staying in your class during lunch. Intak had come by asking if you were going to leave anytime soon, and you told him you were stressing over this project so you were staying there until the next period started. He told you he would bring you food later, and he had yet to, so you sat in the music room at the piano, looking over what you made. 
You took a deep breath, putting your hands over the keys before starting to play. The project was to create a new version of a song that was randomly chosen, and the song you got was Blinding Lights by The Weeknd. You didn’t particularly like the song when you listened to it, but you knew exactly how to work with it to make it a slower, piano-based song. Little did you realize, that someone was heading towards the room. You didn’t even hear the door open and close, continuing to play the song until the end. 
Suddenly, someone behind you started clapping and you jumped, turning around and freezing in your spot at the sight of who it was. Sophia Laforteza. You probably looked like a deer in headlights, silently staring as she smiled at you. 
“That was really good,” She says once she stops clapping. “Is it for the end-of-semester project?” She asks. 
“Thanks,” You reply awkwardly. You nod your head at her question. “Yeah, it’s a piano version of Blinding Lights,” You answer. 
“Wow, a much better song than what I got for it,” Sophia chuckles. “I got Bohemian Rhapsody.” 
“Mm,” You hum, nodding your head. You were confused as to why she was talking to you, considering she had never even glanced in your direction before. You knew of her, of course. She was one of the most popular girls on campus, everyone knew who she was that went to this school. “Why are you here?” You ask deadpan. 
“Well, honestly, I was walking down the hall and heard the music so my curiosity took over I suppose,” She answers, a sheepish smile on her face. “Are you majoring in Music?”
“Yep,” You nod your head. 
“You’re not much of a talker, are you?” She questions, but there’s no condescension behind her voice that you can tell of. She sounds as if she’s being genuine in her question. 
“Not really,” You end up saying with a shrug. “Not to the popular people, at least,” You add without thinking. 
Sophia’s smile falters for a split second before it’s back. “Ah, I see,” She responds. “You know me, then?” 
“Doesn’t everyone?” You sigh. “Sophia Laforteza, straight A’s, most popular girl at this school, teacher’s favorites, blah, blah, blah,” You swing your legs over the other side of the stool you’re sitting on to face her. 
Sophia seemingly isn’t fazed by your words, the smile still on her face as she nods her head. “Well, I guess you’re not wrong,” She says. “I-”
“Look,” You cut her off before she starts talking again, grabbing your papers and putting them in your bag. “If you’re trying to accomplish something here, it’s not going to work. Because, with full offense, I don’t care.” You sling your bag over your shoulder and stand up. “Go find someone else to bother.” You start walking past her, not bothering to look at her as you do so. 
“I never caught your name, y’know!” She says as you reach the door. 
You don’t respond, leaving the room and heading down the hall in search of your friends. 
“Are you serious? That’s how it turned out? You couldn’t even get her to say her name?” 
“Super lame.” 
“It's not my fault!” Sophia slams her hands down on the table. “You guys literally gave me the worst possible person!”
“Duh, that's the whole point,” Lara responds.
“Ugh!” Sophia groans dramatically. 
“Don’t complain, you’re the one who agreed to this,” Jay says, looking at his phone as he talks. “Like Lara said, the whole point was to choose the worst person.” 
“Shouldn’t it be easy for you anyway?” Manon questions. “You’re the one who claimed you could pull anyone.” 
“Okay well,” Sophia tries to think of an answer before groaning again. “Jay, can’t you just ask one of your friends if they know anything?”
Jay glances up from his phone to look at Sophia. “Who the hell would I know that would know something about her? I have tons of friends, but none of them hang out with losers,” he answers. 
“Great,” Sophia mutters under her breath. 
“Y’know who you could ask,” Manon starts, leaning forward. “The center of the soccer team, his name is Intak or something. They’re always together, you should ask him.” 
“Center of the soccer team?” Sophia repeats, trying to remember if she knew the boy or not. “Oh my god, you mean the guy that’s like, shunned from the team?” she asks. 
“Yeah,” Manon nods. 
Sophia thinks about it for a moment before speaking again. 
“When does the team practice next?”
After the odd interaction with the most popular girl at the school, you managed to find Intak fairly fast by nearly running into him. Now, the two of you were heading to the bleachers outside to find Sunghoon and Daniela. 
“Oh, by the way, I have something to tell you,” You say to Intak as he opens the door to outside for you. 
“Something good?” Intak asks, following you outside. 
“Eh,” You shrug your shoulders. To be honest, you didn’t know what you would call it. It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t exactly bad either. It was just…odd to you. Which is why you had to talk about it with them as soon as you saw them. 
“Hey guys!” Intak waves as soon as you two step onto the lowest set of the bleachers in front of the field once he spotted the other two. 
“Yn! You had us waiting here forever!” Daniela exclaims dramatically. 
“Sorry,” You say as you sit down. “I was held up by someone.”
“The teacher?” The latina questions.
“No,” You shake your head. “Sophia was talking to me.” 
All three of your friends stop what they’re doing and turn to stare at you with wide eyes. 
“Laforteza?”
“What did she want?”
“Oh my god she didn’t do anything did she?”
“Calm down!” You raise your hands up in defense. “It was a normal conversation. It was still weird though.” 
“Did she just show up randomly?” Sunghoon asks. 
“She said she heard the music and decided to see what it was,” You answer with a shrug. 
“Bullshit,” Daniela says. “The walls are literally soundproof. She had to have seen you and then decided to go in.” 
“Yeah,” Intak agrees, opening a soda and handing it to you. “But, why would she even talk to you? She’s never even looked in our direction before.” 
“I dunno,” You shrug again, taking the soda and sipping from it. “It’s just weird. I mean, that they were on the bleachers with us before lunch and suddenly she shows up to the music room for no reason?” 
“It’s definitely odd,” Sunghoon nods. “Maybe it’s nothing, though.” 
“Uh-uh,” Daniela shakes her head. “There has to be a reason. It’s too weird otherwise.”
“Well, maybe we shouldn’t worry about it! What did you even say, Yn?” Intak looks over at you. 
“She kept trying to talk to me but I didn’t really respond,” You answer. “I don’t think she even knows my name.” 
“Let’s keep it that way,” Daniela tells you. “Getting involved with the popular group isn’t something we do. Just hope this is a one-time thing.” 
“Yeah,” You nod. “I hope so.” 
After finishing your last class of the day, it was already dark outside by the time you stepped out of the main building. You could feel the humidity in the air and assumed it was going to rain sooner than later, meaning you should probably start on your way to your dorm before it starts. You never brought an umbrella anyways. That being said, the second you step out from under the overpass, you feel a wet droplet hit your head. Great. 
With a sigh, you put the hood of your hoodie over your head and start walking to your dorm which was across the campus. The rain progressively gets worse the further you walk, the wind not helping as you start to freeze past your thin hoodie and pants you were wearing. You hear someone’s voice from afar but don’t pay much attention to it, not thinking they are talking to you. Until you stop feeling the rain hit you. 
You freeze completely, glancing up through your hair and seeing an umbrella now above your head, and when you turn your head to see who is holding it, your eyes widen. 
“I was calling for you, y’know,” Sophia says to you, a small smile on her face. 
“Oh,” You let out. “Sorry, I didn’t think you were talking to me,” You respond. 
“It’s okay,” She replies. “Are you heading back to your dorm?” She asks. 
“Yeah,” You nod, awkwardly shifting on your feet. 
“Want me to walk you back?” Sophia offers. 
You’re shocked by her question, and you’re sure it’s evident on your face the way your jaw hangs open slightly before you quickly shut it. You don’t know what to say. Say no you can practically hear Daniela’s voice telling you as you contemplate what to do. Your eyes meet Sophia’s for the first time, and you try to see if there’s an ulterior motive behind her eyes, but you can’t seem to find one. The word comes out easier than you thought it would. “Sure,” You eventually answer. 
The smile on Sophia’s face grows wider when you accept her offer. “Lead the way, then,” She says. 
You don’t realize the smile growing on your own face just at the sight of seeing hers, and there’s a weird feeling in your chest as you absentmindedly stare. You’re shaken out of it by a breeze hitting you, and you quickly spin on your feet and start walking to your dorm again, now with Sophia by your side holding the umbrella above the both of you. 
“So,” Sophia starts, a hesitant tone in her voice that you notice. “Sorry if I freaked you out by showing up randomly earlier today.” 
“What?” You glance over at her, not believing the words coming from her. “Oh, it’s fine. I just- I was just surprised, is all.” You aren’t sure why you’re so nervous all of a sudden, but it’s clearly obvious by the way you’re responding. While you do get nervous when talking to other people who aren’t your main group of friends, you never got like this. That was a fact. You don’t even know why it’s happening now. But, you can’t think of it for too long until Sophia talks again. 
“How long have you been into music?” 
You were taken aback by her question, expecting something else to come out of her mouth instead. You don't know what, but anything else. “My whole life, I guess,” You answer after a while. “I’ve always liked music, I mean. I don't know.”
Sophia nods, her eyes not leaving you as she walks next to you. “I get that. I’m the same way.” 
“Really?” You say before you think. 
“Yeah,” She nods again, moving some of her hair out of her face. “I mean, I’ve always been into music, but I only started wanting to make it when I was in middle school. Then I decided to major in it. It's fun, other majors are boring.”
You nod, a little giggle coming from you at her last words. “That's true, I guess. My friend is majoring in Photography and he swears up and down it's not boring but I know he's lying.” 
Sophia’s eyes light up at the sound of your giggle, she wants to hear it more. She’s never really looked in your direction before, but as she walks beside you, her gaze hasn't left you for one second, like she's taking all of your features in before you run off and likely never talk to her again. She doesn't want that to happen, though. For you to run off after speaking to her. Your hair is bunching out the sides of your hood, and she has to fight the urge to push a strand out of your eyes knowing what your reaction would be. “You have uh- a-” She says, suddenly stammering over her words when you look over at her.
“What?” You question. You can see her other hand hesitantly moving, barely catching it out of the corner of your eye, and you raise an eyebrow at her. “You good?” 
“Yep!” Sophia quickly looks away and in front of her, stopping in front of the building. “Well, I won’t be a creep and follow you to your dorm so I’ll leave you here,” she adds swiftly, closing her umbrella and holding it over to you.
You stop walking when she does, standing under the roof as you look at her confused when she holds the umbrella out. “What’re you doing?”
“You never have an umbrella. You can use this one,” Sophia replies, her hand still holding outward. 
You bite your tongue to keep yourself from saying something you know would ruin this, instead just slowly taking the umbrella, your fingers grazing against hers that makes a new feeling shoot through you as you quickly retract your hand. “Well- uhm- thanks for uh walking me back a-and this,” You struggle to get out. 
“It's no problem,” Sophia shakes her head while smiling. “Don't worry about it.” There's a moment of silence between you two before she speaks up again. “I’ll see you around? Maybe?” She says in a hopeful tone.
There's no hesitation when you answer this time. Maybe it's the hopeful tone in her voice. Or it's the smile on her face that you've seen countless times but this time it's directed towards you instead of someone else. Either way, a smile is on your face as you respond. “Yeah, maybe.” 
You turn and open the door, glancing back at Sophia who’s still standing there. “My name is Yn, by the way, in case you were still wondering,” You say before entering the building and leaving Sophia standing outside in the rain watching you leave her sight. She stood there for a minute or two before walking away, likely going to get sick later, but she didn’t mind. She was just one step closer to her goal. As long as you wouldn’t find out, everything would be fine.
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bbina · 9 hours ago
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alone together ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . stay
── taking comfort in the thought that you are together in aloneness through late night talks, heartfelt confessions, and a genuine connection. with your shared experience of recent heartbreaks, you wonder if getting together would be all worth it. in which you find solace in each other's company, that you are alone together.
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wonbin hates the club
don't get him wrong, he likes the concept of having a nightlife and all that but something about clubbing just irks him one way or another. maybe it's because of that one horrible experience he had when he got dragged into going clubbing thanks to shotaro, after receiving the news that he, wonbin, got ghosted once again, but in all honesty who really knows
wonbin hates the feeling of bodies pressing against each other in a tight space. he hates the feeling of not hearing people properly over the loud music on those bass boosted speakers, he hates that you can't even hold a decent conversation at the club. he hates getting drinks spilled all over him when people can't walk due to the amount of people dancing around him
he just hates it
but here he was, in the club where you shared your location, at god knows what time, looking for you
wonbin doesn't know why he felt the need to do all this. he could've easily asked seunghan instead to come get your ass when you called him but nope. he got up from the comfort of his warm bed in his cold room, threw on a jacket and went straight to you. ignoring shotaro’s curious stare when he walked passed him in the living room in a hurry
on the way to the club, he can't help but think about how your conversation went on the phone. you called him out of the blue amidst your drunk updates, talking about how some of giselle's other guy friends came and ordered even more drinks and how you had a blast for the first time in a long time
"can you pick me up i want to go home" you whine through the phone. there were some ruckus in the background and wonbin can only make out some words such as "another shot", "let's dance"
wonbin removes the phone from his ear and stares at the screen, making sure that it was actually you who was calling and not some random person with wide eyes
was this just some drunk call or were you actually dead serious?
"wonbin" you drag out his name, voice going an octave higher than normal. "come get me" you demand, slurring your words
wonbin snaps back to reality when he realizes that you were in fact, dead serious
"stay where you are. i'm on my way"
wonbin sucks in a deep breath when he scans the place, looking around, trying to look for you amidst the crowds. he sighs in relief when he finally spots you
wonbin makes his way through the sea of people as he approaches the lounge area where he finds you slumped against the plush couch while some of your friends were trying to take care of you by making you sit up properly. wonbin couldn't help but laugh a little when he watches you swat your friend's hand away cause you were starting to doze off
wonbin approaches your table and taps your friend on their shoulder, it was karina
"oh my!" karina reacts, a hand flying to her mouth. she didn't expect that you'd call wonbin out of all people to come pick you up. she expected that you called seunghan
wonbin sheepishly smiles and throws a peace sign before he motions his hand towards you
"i'm here to pick y/n up? she called me" he says, unsure of what to say really. in wonbin's defense, what else was there to say?
karina nods and moves out of the way so wonbin could come and haul your ass out of the club
"she had way too much to drink but she had fun so" karina notes, watching the way wonbin was lightly tapping your shoulder to wake you up
you click your tongue in annoyance when you feel someone tapping you awake again. you peek an eye open but your vision was blurry
"y/n wake up. i'm here. let's go" the voice you know all too well speaks
you don't know if it was the alcohol running in your system but you know that voice anywhere. your eyes flutter open and the first thing you see was a guy's face
it was wonbin
"wonbin?" you squint your eyes, trying to sit properly but your head was spinning that it was hard to do. your head feels weighted that you feel your head falling back but a hand stops it from doing so
"yeah it's me" wonbin affirms, holding your head from falling back before he fixes your position so you'd lean back properly on the cushions behind you
when you realize it was wonbin, your face lights up. you didn’t expect that he’d actually come get you
"you actually came" you giggled, clearly in a drunken state
"well, you called" wonbin smiles lazily, he knows you don't know what you're saying right now. he then takes a mental note of your current state and assesses the situation. first of all you were drunk out of your fucking ass to even handle yourself, second you were wearing something that would make it hard for him to move you properly
suddenly there were loud cheers coming to the table. wonbin looks around and sees giselle, the birthday celebrant, and some other people he doesn't know coming to the table
giselle sees him and her eyes almost pop out of her sockets
"holy shit is that wonbin?" she shrills, looking at karina for confirmation who nods her head yes and covers the side of her mouth to say something to giselle
wonbin smiles awkwardly at the birthday celebrant and even greeted her
"happy birthday by the way" wonbin greets, before he diverts his attention back to you who's suddenly wide awake
"thank you! here take a shot!" giselle chirps, pouring some liquor into the little shot glass she's been carrying around the club, handing it to people
wonbin was about to refuse but suddenly you stood up and grabbed the shot glass from giselle
"i'll take it!" you cheer in delight until wonbin manages to stop you from drinking it by prying the shot glass off your hands
"no you won't. you're drunk already" he lightly scolds you before taking the shot himself. wonbin grimaces a little at the taste. he hands the shot glass back to giselle, who was seemingly smiling widely at the sight in front of her
her eyes dart between you and wonbin before she ushers herself out of the conversation, dragging whoever was beside her to parade around the club again. the victims being jaemin, jeno and karina
you plop down back on the seats, pouting while crossing your arms, mumbling about how wonbin didn't let you drink
wonbin sits next to you as he watches you look upset beside him. you weren't even looking at him. he couldn't tell if he should laugh cause you clearly won’t remember all this the next day and the fact that he might have another thing to hold over your head again (last time it was the drunk call)
"let's go home now?" wonbin asks softly, leaning his head a bit closer to you, who only scoffs in response
"nuh uh" you roll your eyes
wonbin sits back in surprise. did you really just say nuh uh?
"what do you mean "nuh uh"?" wonbin quotes, "i thought you called me here cause you wanted to go home?" wonbin bites back a laugh. talking to drunk you in person almost sounds like talking to a child
"you didn't let me drink" you huffed, whining a little, finally turning around to look at him in the eye
wonbin couldn't help but laugh at the look on your face. he couldn’t believe that you actually got upset that he didn't let you take a shot. like a kid who just got denied off of candy with the way your lower lip was jutted out with your pout
"when we get you home, you could have all the shots you want. how about that?" wonbin suggests, tucking some hair away from your face. he was trying to fool you into heading home cause god forbid how much longer can he stand being in the club. he already took a sacrificial shot for you so the least you could do is to cooperate with him so two could go home even if it meant into fooling you into doing it
he sees the way you suddenly perk up at the sound of his bargain. he smiles in triumph when he watches you nod your head excitedly
"do you mean it?" you ask with your eyes glistening with anticipation
wonbin smiles and nods. "all the drinks you want. on me"
"okay!" you chirp, "so when are we going?"
wonbin checks the time on his phone before ordering an uber to come get you guys at the club
"we can leave now if you want" wonbin says, tucking his phone in the pocket of his jeans before looking back at you who's now leaned back on the cushions again
"let's just tell karina and giselle we're leaving" you yawned, feeling drowsly all of a sudden
wonbin nods, standing up from the couch. he stretches his limbs before holding his hand out for you to take. you gladly accept his hand as he helps you stand and stabilize yourself by putting his hand on the small of your back before scurrying out of the table with you in tow
you were walking around the dance floor looking for karina or giselle to bid them goodbye. wonbin sees karina talking to someone by the bar. he tugs your hand and points over to the direction where karina was. you nod your head as you two walk over to her
"rina!" you yelled over the music. karina stops talking to the person in front of her which was jeno, as she looks around for the person who called out her name. she then sees you and wonbin making your way towards her
"we're leaving. just wanted to let you know. if you see gigi tell her i went home and thank you for tonight" you ramble, hoping your voice was louder than the music. karina nods her head yes and tells the two of you to make it home safe and to text her if you've arrived
karina then bids you two farewell before she makes her way back to jeno, who was also waving goodbye at the two of you
with that, you and wonbin head out of the club, hand in hand
you two were now outside, waiting for his uber ride that he ordered a few moments ago. the air was cold and you weren’t exactly dressed according to the weather. you stood next to wonbin with your arms crossed to keep yourself warm while you two waited. just not too long ago you were feeling a little hot inside the cramped building but now that you were outside, you cursed yourself for only bringing a light cardigan
not only you were cold but you were slowly feeling like shit. you can feel your hair was sticking on your face, the way your heels were slowly killing you, almost everything was crashing down on you in this instant
wonbin watches the little car icon that was still on the way to where you guys were waiting in when he notices you shivering in his peripheral vision
without hesitation, he removes his jacket and drapes it on your shivering shoulders
before you could even say anything, the uber driver arrives. wonbin opens the car door and motions you to get in first. he makes sure that you don't bump your head against the car by putting his hand just above your head before he slides in next to you
"you good?" he asks, making sure you were okay
instead of answering him, you nod your head drowsily. the warmth of wearing his jacket making you sleepier by the minute. you can feel your eyelids grow heavier as you can barely make out the conversation between the uber driver and wonbin
the next thing you know you were out like a light next to wonbin
wonbin was busy having a conversation with the uber driver when he suddenly hears light snores coming from you. he turns his head to the side and there he sees the sight of you sleeping soundly wearing his jacket
he fights back a smile when he sees how snug you look wearing his jacket that was obviously bigger on you. wonbin then adjusts your head that you were now laying on his lap and not against the window
there's a sense of solace that he feels whenever he's with you. so much that he can't even directly describe what it actually feels but he knows what it is when he's with you
wonbin gently runs his fingers through your messy hair. he couldn't help but laugh at the thought of how you'd feel the next morning when the realization will dawn upon you that you called him to come get you at the club. that you had him to take care of your drunken state
it almost feels deja vu to wonbin that he was out here taking care of your drunken state. he finds it a little funny of a coincidence that it happened twice. the first time it happened was when you didn't even know who he was, and the second time being right now where you two have developed a deep connection through the constant late night talks and shared comfort in one another
it isn't much to say anything but he finds it funny that it happened twice
wonbin leans his head back, staring at the window. the city has always been quiet in times like this, just how he likes it. quiet enough that he can still hear his thoughts but loud enough to distract him from everything going on
he doesn't know why but he's silently hoping that this drive would take a little longer
. . . ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
"i'm tired" you complained, eyes still closed as you and wonbin stood outside your apartment building. you two just got dropped off by the uber driver courtesy of wonbin who ordered and paid for it now here you were, leaning on wonbin for total support.
you were now quite literally on your last legs. your feet are killing you with your heels and the fact that your head was pounding. all you wanted to do was just lay down on your bed and doze off
but of course, you still had to get inside your apartment, get unready, prepare yourself medicine and yada yada yada. just thinking about it while still under the influence just made you feel worse
"my feet hurt" you hissed, kicking off your heels on the street, startling wonbin at your sudden outburst
you were getting cranky by the minute. maybe this was all the drinks you had coming back to get your ass
"we're almost home. just a little more walking okay?" wonbin gently says, trying not to piss you off. who knew you become so cranky after a night out?
wonbin takes a deep breath, realizing the sticky situation he's in. he figures that you won't be cooperating anytime soon so he grabs your heels and wraps an arm around your waist so he could stabilize your posture as you two walk inside your apartment complex
it took a while for wonbin to basically haul your ass to your floor. you had no elevator in your building so that meant stairs. you were so close on giving up due to how exhausted you were that wonbin had to carry you on his back
"are we there yet" your words were slurring. the way you nuzzled your head on wonbin's neck, catching a whiff of his scent that smelled like a mix of vanilla and roses
"almost" wonbin huffs. not only he was carrying you, he was also carrying your purse and your heels with his free hand
you hum instead of answering. leaning your weight on wonbin. he was just so warm that you can’t get enough of it
“wonbin” you call out after a while. you don’t even know what floor you two are in but one thing for sure is that your unit was on the 9th floor
you're gonna owe him a lot for this
“yeah?” he answers, glancing back at you ever so slightly
he can feel shivers on his skin when he feels your lips accidentally brush against his exposed nape
“thanks for coming to get me” you say quietly
wonbin laughs, ignoring the feeling in his chest
“wouldn’t want you to call anyone else to be honest” he jokes. he’s still in disbelief that you called him out of people. “you owe me for this by the way”
you hum again, closing your eyes, just letting wonbin take you home
wonbin finally gets to your damn apartment unit. he crouches down so you could get off of his shoulders. you groggily get off his back to walk up to your door to input your password so you could get in
finally, home sweet home
you never wanted to just fall face first onto your covers
wonbin laughs at the way you were basically crawling your way to bed. your feet must've been so tired wearing those heels all night long. but then he realizes that you were wearing outside clothes
he puts your things down on the counter before he makes his way towards you, who was now laying peacefully on your bed
"get up. let's get unready first" he says, grabbing your arm, pulling you back up
you let out an irritated growl. snatching your arm back
"don't want to" you grunt, lying back down when wonbin stops you
"i just want you to be comfortable before you sleep. please?" he pleads, watching your face contort into something he can't decipher. although it looks like you were trying to glare at him
looks like he had some magic spell whenever he says please cause you just silently went along with what he said. you stood up, wobbling over to your bathroom so you could get unready
wonbin laughs at the way you were stumbling over yourself. tripping on your own feet trying to get to your bathroom with your eyes closed
he then watches you sit on the toilet lid. he waited for a few minutes in case you were just trying to compose yourself but you just sat there in silence. essentially he took out his phone out and took photos of your state. this was too good of an opportunity not to take pictures of you for future purposes (blackmail basically)
"y/n" wonbin calls, waiting for you to respond. when you don't say anything back, wonbin makes his way towards your bathroom
"are you seriously sleeping right now" wonbin laughs out loud. the way you were just sitting still with your eyes closed
"huh?" you blurt, trying to peek an eye open but no avail
wonbin couldn't stop laughing. the next time you plan on drinking all night, he'll make sure to remind you to think twice before doing so cause just look at you right now
"where are your makeup wipes?" wonbin asks, wiping a tear from his eye from laughing so much
it took you all the remaining energy you had in you left to even lift your hand to point where your skincare stuff was at. wonbin follows where your fingers were pointed at and opened your drawers looking for some makeup removers and the like
when he finds the packet, he takes one out and kneels to your level. he gently grabs your face and starts to wipe your makeup away in a gentle manner. just enough that your face would be deemed as clean so you wouldn't sleep with your makeup on
"are you done?" you murmured, still sitting on the toilet lid. wonbin pats your head, ruffling your already messy hair in the process
"yep. just brush your teeth and change then we're good" he says, getting up from his kneeling position off the ground, throwing away the wipes to the trash can
you begrudgingly get up from the toilet lid and pushed him out of the bathroom to change and brush your teeth
wonbin can't help but laugh a little. how this night turned out was beyond his expectations. he didn't expect that he'd actually take care of your drunk ass all night
while you were busy doing your thing, wonbin looks around your cabinets for some medication like painkillers or advil for tomorrow. he prepares them near your small fridge so you won't need to look for them first thing tomorrow with a pounding headache
after what seems like a while, you emerge out of the bathroom in your pajamas while still wearing his jacket, looking ready to sleep in the next day
wonbin watches you slowly make your way towards your bed. it was a good thing you left your ac on before you left hours ago because your apartment was freezing cold, just the way you like it
you didn't even bother to cover yourself with your blanket the way you just straight up plopped down on your bed face first. the cold pillows hitting your face immediately and almost knocked you out like a light
wonbin, who was still in your apartment, couldn’t help but smile again at the sight. you were finally comfortable enough that he wouldn’t have to worry about any other complaints besides the impending hangover you're surely going to have soon
he walks near your bed and covers you with your blanket, making sure you were comfortable and cozy. he waits for a moment, hearing your breathing go steady til he takes this a sign to leave
man, what a hell of a night has it been taking care of you
though your hand stops him from leaving just yet
"wait" you murmured, your hand circling around his wrist, making him turn to you
"yes?" wonbin hums, leaning down close to you in case you had any more requests
"stay" you mumbled, tugging his hand that he stumbles a bit
wonbin hesitates for a bit. you were obviously not in the proper state of mind and you were just saying shit. he's not sure if he should comply with your wishes or not cause when you wake up tomorrow there's gonna be a lot of questions like why were you in bed with him and that's the last thing he wants
"wonbin" you whine, tugging on his arm, “stay with me. please”
he really can't resist you, can he?
wonbin slowly slides in your bed next to you, thankfully there was still an ample amount of space between the two of you. he'll just stay til you really fall asleep just to avoid any awkwardness throughout the night
though that goes all out the window when you suddenly wrap your arms around wonbin and rested your head against his chest
"so warm" you comment, sighing in content
wonbin freezes and rethinks every decision he made tonight that led to this
what the actual fuck
"you're drunk, y/n.." wonbin mumbles, arms itching to wrap themselves around you, "you'll forget about this later in the morning.."
"what are you even saying? i'm saying you're just warm to be with" you drunkenly rant, raising your head a little to glare at him. “hold me” you huffed, snuggling closer to wonbin if it was even possible
wonbin is unsure with what to do with his hands. he feels like this is all so wrong but at the same time, it feels so right. thinking that it wouldn't be much of a problem later on (and you did basically grant him permission), he eventually wraps his arm around you too. fingers delicately tapping beats on your exposed shoulder, slowly lulling you to sleep
"wonbin.." you murmur against his chest. wonbin hums, indicating that he was listening and paying attention
"i'm so happy that i met you" you mumbled, "i never met.. anyone like you..”
wonbin chuckles, you were just sleep talking at this point but it did make him feel warm inside that you felt that way towards him. because if he was being honest, he felt the same too
it's silence after that. the only sound that could heard was your light snores. looks like you finally fell asleep
in wonbin's arms at that
wonbin takes this time to take a good look of your face up close. this was the second time you two are this up close with each other. something really did shift between the two of you ever since that kiss cause why the hell were you so comfortable with him like this ever since
he tucks your hair behind your ear again. fingers delicately tracing your face before he gently rubs his thumbs across the apples of your cheeks, smiling softly as he watches you sleep peacefully
"i'm happy to meet you too" he lightly chuckles, knowing you couldn’t hear him.
too tired to get up and cross the street to go back to his own place, he figured that it wouldn't be much of a problem to sleep over for the first time and you did tell him to stay after all
with his eyelids growing heavier by the minute, he drapes the blanket over the two of you before he dozes off to sleep with you in his arms
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enchantress-arc · 2 days ago
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In all honesty I desperately want to just start hypnotizing more people, and using them to hypnotize others. Turning them into walking advertisements for being a thrall. They're constantly blissful, constantly horny, they don't have to think or make decisions, their goddess does that for them, their goddess controls them and they couldn't be happier. Sure, they've been turned into a personal slut for a woman with basically no free will of their own, but that doesn't seem like a bad thing.
CW: Some hypno related CNC stuff. Just general "person being covertly hypnotized" type stuff.
Doing it in a more covert manner sounds wonderful as well. Say you happen to run into a friend. They say things in a bit of an odd manner sometimes, but they're able to hold a normal conversation. About halfway through a conversation with them you realize you're not sure what they're saying anymore All you know is that you want to keep listening. And it wouldn't really hurt to go meet their new friend. Of course, they're right, you'll get along with her quite well. When you first meet her, you can tell that there's something different about her.Something about her is just enchanting. It feels nice to listen to her voice. And she's so attractive. It's not hypnosis or anything, it's just a hot woman, of course it's normal to feel this way about her. Normal to get on your knees for her and kiss her bulge through her pants. And maybe go a bit further. The aftercare is perfect, just feeling her hold you, whispering affirmations into your ear. You barely notice the friend that brought you here masturbating in the corner, watching as you fall into her grasp. You can only focus on Her now. Only Her. She is all that matters. You fall asleep in Her arms, and you feel wonderful upon waking up. You leave, and go about your day like normal, working, doing chores, and you end up talking to a friend. You notice them starting to act a bit odd, tired, even more agreeable than normal. And suddenly the thought pops into your head that they'd love meeting your Goddess. They'd hit it off almost instantly, you're sure of it. And when you bring them to meet Her, you see them start to sink, start to become Hers, and you realize what's happening. She brainwashed you. You've been slipping little subliminal messages into your conversation with them, and you didn't even notice. You took a friend, someone who's trusted you for years, and you brought them to have their free will devoured, rewritten, brainwashed. You know you should be horrified, but you're not. You just want to watch. You want to play with yourself. It feels natural to play with yourself while you watch your friend become a doll, a drone, a perfect little sleeper agent to bring Her more toys. Oh god it's hot. You're Hers. You don't feel remorse, you feel arousal. It's perfect. She is perfect. And soon your friend is going to see that too. You don't finish that night. You both leave Her home in the morning, before you walk out the door, She makes you stay while they head out, and calls you a good thrall. You climax immediately, all of the buildup from last night coming back in an instant, stronger than anything you've ever felt before. And then you go about your days as usual. Maybe you don't run into anyone you know today, and you just go home. You remember what She did to you, what she did to your friend. And you just can't help it, you start playing with yourself. Your friend is probably doing the same thing to someone else right now. And it's your fault. Oh god it feels wonderful to know that, that someone else is being prepared to be brainwashed by your friend, and you did this to them. You made them a thrall. Who knows how many people you've doomed just by letting your guard down. You can feel the pleasure building, but never coming to a climax. And you want to finish. You wish She would give you permission. And then you remember this morning. She allowed you to finish after you left with Her new toy. She'll allow you to finish if you bring Her another. You're a good thrall. Good thralls finish when they please Her. When they bring Her more toys. You're a good thrall. You'll bring Her another toy. And this time you'll be fully aware of what you're doing. You'll feel your arousal growing as you slip those little subliminal messages into their head. It'll be even stronger next time with all of this buildup. Even better. Goddess rewards good thralls. You're a good thrall. And you'd do anything for Her.
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spxllcxstxr · 2 days ago
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Fair Winds and Following Seas • R.R
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Request: That Roman soulmate fic was sooo good 😭😭😭 argfhh biting my pillow rn. May I request a scene rewrite of your choice of them already in an established relationship? They’d have cute bickering and lots of casual physical contact all the time. Maybe theyre on a yacht together like that one episode and theyre just so intertwined all the time that its hard to tell where roman ends and reader starts 😣-- anon
Summary: Roman seems to like casual intimacy, even in front of his family
Warnings: fem!reader (she/her pronouns used), based on 2x10 “this is not for tears,” established relationship, alcohol, ken suicide joke (one line, nbd), roman jokingly calls something 'domestic abuse' it certainly is NOT that, normal Roman shenanigans
Word Count: 1.1k
A.N: guys, I usually write fantasy so this dialogue may just suck ass im SORRY LMAO, lemme know what you think!!! Hope you guys enjoy! Roman is so bbg
The Mediterranean sun warms your exposed skin while the sea breeze keeps you from getting uncomfortably hot. The Roy's certainly knew how to take a vacation.
Roman lazily drapes his arm over your shoulders, the small act of casual intimacy in front of his siblings something you still can't really get used to just yet. The family, you learned pretty quickly, was not a clingy one, so Roman's constant need to be touching you in some way in front of them was unexpected.
You sigh happily at his side, ignoring the boring work talk the siblings had already immersed themselves in.
The weather was just too divine for you to focus on anything other than the free vacation and your boyfriend.
Shiv's piercing blue eyes peer curiously over her dark sunglasses. Her gaze causes you to straighten your back and shift ever so slightly away from Roman. You've noticed that her and Tom were never exactly touchy, but then again her and Tom were barely a loving couple.
The harsh scrutiny of her stare doesn't go unnoticed by Roman, who immediately pulls you back closer to him. Your cheeks flush at his blatant display of affection.
"Something the matter, Siobhan?" Roman asks, his voice slightly higher than usual with a British twang to it. His fingers absentmindedly trace odd shapes across your back. He sips at his cocktail, eyebrows raised waiting for her retort.
Shiv’s intense gaze slowly slides over to Kendall. Their older brother offers your group a half-assed shrug.
"Nothing at all, Roman." She offers you both a tight-lipped smile, swirling her white wine in front of her.
Awkwardly you lean back into him as he sarcastically grumbles something under his breath, unconvinced. Roman’s body in tense beside you, but stays firmly pressed next to your own.
Sounds of waves crashing against the yacht and distant conversations almost lure you to sleep though the three sibling’s chatter keeps you just conscious enough that you don’t completely drift off.
You hear Kendall get up from his seat, his joints popping.
"I'm gunna go check on dad," He says, voice low though he knows you're not actually asleep. "I'll catch you guys later."
"Just don't jump off the boat, Ken. We're not turning the ship around just for your old-ass." Roman jokes before yelping at Shiv's slap to the shoulder.
You hide your tiny grin with a fake yawn.
"Very funny, Rome," Ken mutters before leaving the three of you.
It's awkward, just the three of you alone; the tension is so thick it could be cut with a knife. Shiv clears her throat and you can only imagine the patronizing look she has on her face. Roman shifts, and most likely flips her off, but otherwise he's silent.
Moments later you hear the thud of expensive yet tacky yachting shoes against the floorboards, which could only mean Tom.
"Shiv, uh," The man stutters, obviously distracted by something. Slowly you open an eye, peering over at the man. "Why don't we go and uh, discuss that thing from before, huh?"
Tom's eyes can barely settle on one thing, he looks between you and Roman before only briefly settling on his wife. His cheeks are a little red, but with a man that pasty, it's sure to be a light sunburn.
"Oh yeah?" She asks, almost seductively, blue eyes twinkling with some hidden secret.
Tom's lips tilt down into a frown, now no longer even looking in your direction. He's jealous, you figure, you've never seen him and Shiv cuddled up like this, at least not comfortably so. Someone is always tense and irritated.
After sparing her husband a glance, you see her eyes narrow and her lips drawing into a tight line.
You offer them a smile while Roman once again gives a rude gesture.
Swiftly, Shiv rises from her seat, empty wine glass in hand. She barely gestures a simple goodbye before walking away with Tom. You watch as she says something to him, which makes him recoil from her.
You could only imagine what that was about, but you figure it was you and Roman.
You press your cheek even harder against Roman's chest, almost like you're trying to burrow your way under his skin. The fresh white linen shirt he's wearing is soft underneath you. His uncalloused fingertips continue to dance across your exposed arm.
He's no longer tense, you notice; his muscles are more relaxed now that his siblings are nowhere to be seen. Logan wasn't around either, which eased the thick and looming tension that usually hung around the family.
Roman chuckles, tangling his feet around yours.
"What's got you all giggly today?" You ask, closing your eyes as you soak in more of the warmth.
"I'm not giggly, thank you very much. Giggling is for school girls and wine drunk single moms."
"Yeah, ok," You snort, smiling.
"You're just all over me like a fucking uh--"
"Koala?"
"Nah, more like one of those bigass fucking boa constrictors, y'know the ones I'm talking about?"
"A boa constrictor?" You gasp, jokingly offended at his words. Shifting from your position you eye your boyfriend. "You asshole!" Grabbing a small pillow from beside you, you hit him square in the chest repeatedly.
You're hovering over him, knees on either side of his hips, pinning him to the couch below him.
"Hey, hey!" He laughs, attempting to grab your wrists. "This is domestic abuse! ABUSE! ABUSE! Greg call the cops, she's beating me!"
Somewhere in the distance you can only faintly hear Greg stutter something, but your laughter is too loud to actually make it out.
Roman finally grabs the decorative pillow out of your hands and flings it somewhere.
His brown hair is messy, strands dangle in front of his eyes, no longer slicked back and proper. The laughter dies down but his bright smile remains, melting your heart.
"You're an absolute prick, Roman Roy, y'know that?" You whisper, lips lingering right over his.
"Oh I know," He smirks, irritatingly handsome like usual, eyes flicking between your own and your lips. "And you fucking love it."
Surging up, his lips connect with yours, traces of coconut and pineapple left on his tongue. The sweetness of rum mingles with the fruity aftertaste.
Humming in satisfaction, you close your eyes and place your hands on either side of his face, leaning into the kiss. Roman's light scruff rubs against your palms.
Eventually you pull back in order to breathe in the salty Mediterranean air. Roman's lips chase after your own, hoping to continue and subsequently never stop again.
"Yeah, I do." You sigh, gazing at his eyes as they turn into a molten shimmering gold hue in the afternoon sun.
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