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angelofthenight · 11 months

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Closer To God Pt.1

(John Doe x Fem!Reader) Part 2

Warnings: Yandere, Innocent!Reader, Dark themes, Language (+ use of cvnt and c0ck), Religious themes/mentions, Sexual themes/context, Sexual sadism, Stalking, Jealousy/Possessiveness, Obsession, Murder/Torture, Ignoring your instincts, Violence/Blood/Gore, Unwanted/Non-Con touching, Kidnapping

Word Count: 5.6k

( A/N: I literally hate Kevin Spacey sm but I love John Doe as a character and thought he would be a terrifying yet interesting yandere )

“You eating lunch today, John?”

John Doe looked up from his paperwork to see your head peeking over the cubicle with a soft smile planted on your delicate lips.

“I’m not sure yet.” He answered simply.

You jabbed a thumb over your shoulder. “I’m going to pick up some pierogies from that new diner down the road. Want me to bring you anything?” You asked kindly, the gentle light in your eyes making his steady heart rate skip multiple beats.

You always had that effect on him, from waking him up on his most tired days to warming his desolated chest like a burst of fire in a freezing cabin stuck in the middle of a harsh winter. It still was so strange to him.

From the first moment he laid eyes on you on the subway train, something changed in him. There was just something about you. And he had no idea what. At first, he thought the reason why you stood out to him so much was perhaps because you were something that needed to be disposed of, that God was signaling that you were the most sinful of all.

So he began to stalk you, to follow you through every street and into every building, to peek through any crack into your home. He tried to pinpoint your sins. But he couldn’t find any.

You were too humble and shy to be prideful. You were too generous to be greedy. You had too much abstinence to be gluttonous, too much perseverance to be a sloth. You were too content and grateful and happy with your life for envy. You were a naturally joyful person, rarely ever getting wrathful and having lots of self control. And as far as John could see, you never seeked out sex. Instead, you kept your lust to yourself and your own hand. Those were the nights John felt the need to stay and watch you a little longer.

He almost didn’t believe it. In this shitty, soul-draining city how could someone like you live so wholesomely. John was a natural pessimist, he almost didn’t accept that you were actually a genuinely good person and that behind closed doors you never revealed any vile part of yourself. If he judged you on your worst day it would probably just be you honking at someone in traffic or not thanking your coffee barista on a bad morning. Your actions in life could be mistaken as truly biblical.

It was as if you were the embodiment of the seven heavenly virtues, the opposite of the seven deadly sins. You weren’t human, you couldn’t have been. There was a sinner in everyone. But not you.

You were an angel. Divinity personified, goodness materialized, the incarnation of sanctity, the epitome of grace, a model of holiness, the essence of purity; a blessed being. An earthbound seraph trapped within the confinement of a human body. A very, very lovely body.

That was the reason why you had caught his eye so easily on that subway train that one gloomy, rainy morning. It was as if you were radiating a golden light off of you, rays of your ethereal aura shooting through his barren chest making him… feel things. Things that were foreign to him. Things that seemed to act up most when you were around, or when you simply just visited his mind.

This was a dangerous and unforgivably cruel world that you lived in, he had to protect you. He had to. No one else could ever comprehend how rare you were, how fragile you were, how easy it would be to grab your dainty little wrist and snap it like a twig.

God had sent you to him for a reason. You needed him. But far, far tucked beneath his delusions and obsessions, he just wanted you. All of you, everything you had to offer or didn’t realize you even had. He had to have you. No matter the cost, no matter the sacrifice. He had to have you, all for himself.

So he had taken the unneeded job at your place of work. It was a pathetic little office desk job but you seemed to be positively at peace with it. To most, it may seem like it was by pure chance that you two were desk neighbors but to John it was fate. Fate crafted by the hands of the Father himself.

He got to see you, up close, every single day. And sooner than later, due to your lighthearted sociable nature, he got to talk with you every single day. Even though he always responded very dryly with uninteresting answers, he took in every little thing you would say to him. Inhaling it and mentally digesting it, later writing it all down as if he was trying to write your biography.

Unbeknownst to him, you never paid him much mind. He was just your desk neighbor, the man on the other side of the cubicle. You hadn’t even noticed his daily gloves or bandaged fingers. But you still liked your office neighbor. For so long that chair was empty which left you feeling more isolated and your days started to blend together. But now you had someone to briefly converse with to pass the time, and if you started to get tired or lonely all you had to do was peek over the divider for some company.

You had no idea you brought out the worst sins in him.

He was greedy with you, wanting you all to himself with no else being allowed to interact, look, touch, or even think about you. He was envious of the men you clearly liked socializing with and who made you laugh, knowing he could never be like them so casually. He was wrathful when anybody had the disgusting audacity to talk to you in such a discourteous or graceless manner, especially the regional manager’s insolence with you.

And he was filled with lust more times than he’d like to admit, essentially after every encounter. He just couldn’t fight it. Not with the way your intoxicating eyes would look down at him when you would stand to peer over the cubicle. Your diaphanous lips spreading into a smile meant for his eyes only. Your voice like warm honey oozing down into his ears causing tingles to erupt beneath his skin. The skin exposed on your body appearing so soft he was close to reaching out to caress it occasionally. Your legs, your thighs, your hips, your waist, your breasts, your neck, your hair, your hands, it all drove him wild. Even the scent of you straight waves of heat down to his pelvis.

And his sinful lust was at its most carnivorous when he would hide in your walls and watch through the holes he secretly made as you laid in your bed, your head thrown back with one hand gripping the sheets and one hand buried past your clit.

And as John intently watched you pleasure yourself without your awareness, it was times like these when John would wonder what you would look like underneath him, chest to chest and mouth to mouth and genital to genital.

He would wonder what those lustrous eyes of yours would look like filling up with thick tears. How those elegant lips would look trembling or even being widened as he would shove his tongue down your throat. How your voice would sound as a sloppy mess of dirty moans and screams of pain. How your naked skin would feel against his own and how your skin would feel if he gripped onto it hard; how fast your skin would bruise.

How your legs would feel wrapped around him or even trying to fight him off. How your bare breasts would feel squished against his hairy chest or trapped in his groping hands. How your neck would feel tightly within his hand as he squeezed, or being bitten by his fake teeth. Your hair tangled in his printless fingers, tugging on the locks. Your hands tied together above your head with red silk, unable to wiggle out of them. How your juicy thighs would feel in his kneading hands or pressing into the sides of his face as he devoured you.

And how your cunt would feel in his fingers, on his tongue, and around his cock. And how it would react to everything he wanted to do to it. And he couldn’t help but wonder what scents he would discover out of all this, especially what your climax would smell like, and your tears… and maybe your blood.

“That’s alright. Don’t worry ‘bout me.” John responded easily to your offer, a ghost of a smile pricking upon his lips.

You nodded in a polite way, a caring expression engraved in your features, before stepping out of your area and walking down the hall in pursuit of the elevator. His eyes followed your form as if gravity wouldn’t allow his pupils to stray from you. Now everyday most days he would follow you to wherever you’d go for lunch or your break or an errand, but today he was feeling trustful of you and your abilities to make it back to him safely. Just as you would under his secret supervision.

It was over two hours, a little longer than your typical lunch runs, when you had finally returned to the office and took a seat at your desk. He noted your mood was more upbeat than before you left. You weren’t very far into your meal before your desk phone rang, you picking it up as soon as you could. “Hello, (Y/n) (L/n) speaking. How can I help you?” You asked with a merry warmness to your naturally cordial voice. Quite literally heaven teasing his ears every time John got to hear you.

However, his eavesdropping created a dark atmosphere around him as he heard you giddily giggle from the other side of the cubicle, hearing you say something among the lines of “I gave you this number for emergencies only”. He could hear your bright smile.

You whispered a string of ‘bye’s in a joyful, flustered manner before placing the phone back down. John waited a few beats before speaking up to you. “Is that clingy customer bothering you again?” He asked with a soft monotone, already knowing the answer.

John knew you were absentmindedly shaking your head despite the wall concealing your reaction. “Oh, no. That guy doesn’t call me anymore.” You replied back. Perhaps because the customer who repeatedly called you with unpalatable flirtatious advances, despite your repetitive polite declining and lack of interest, was now rotting away inside a sewn up mattress; his own severed penis shoved down his own throat.

“I just ran into an old friend at the diner. We’re gonna start catching up.” You said with a twinge of gleefulness in your undertone. He could still hear your smile. He hadn’t noticed the pen snapping within his hand until he felt the ink drip down his palm.

Of course the one time he didn’t look after you, someone had stolen your mind and infected it. He was running out of time, out of time to make you his. The corrupt world was slowly closing in on you and you hadn’t a clue. The devilish sinners that so casually walked the streets were going to taint you, destroy you and your saintly innocence if he didn’t do something.

You were the bright and shining sun, the light in the distance of John’s darkness. And just like anybody would do, he knew he had to get to that light before it potentially went out.

But he needed to be patient. Perhaps you wouldn’t be so oblivious and naive this time and you’d see yourself how much of a scumbag that old friend truly was. The next day at work everything was seemingly normal, and the day after was the same as well. John felt his deranged worries minimize. That was until the very next day.

“Hey, John?” You meekly said as your head popped up over the edge of the cubicle. John had turned to you to face your kindly apologetic expression. “Sorry to bother you but do you happen to know if Ivy's Table is a fancy restaurant or a casual one?” You asked with a cutely confused tone of voice. Well, John would have fonded over your cute tone if your question hadn’t made his pulse twitch.

“What do you mean?” He asked in that gentle stoic tone of his own voice. A tone that to you was just soft and gently relaxed, but to others it was creepily emotionless. But that was just how you saw him through your unintentional rose colored glasses, that he was just a zen man with soft facial expressions. If only your poor soul knew…

A smile you tried to fight stretched across your face in excitement. “I have a date tonight,” you bit your lip in nervousness, “but I’m not sure if the restaurant we’re going to is fancy or not. I don’t know how nice I should dress.”

A date? A fucking date?

How could you let yourself be manipulated and brainwashed into such a custom with a nugatory sleazebag. No, it wasn’t your fault. It was never your fault, John could never bring himself to blame you for your innocent righteousness and guilelessness. You couldn’t help your own gullibleness and how easily you trusted the deceiving barbarians around you. That was why he had devoted himself to protecting you from this vile society in the first place.

But he had failed to preserve you, you proving to not be able to fend for yourself and falling for the very first trap aimed at you the single day he had not been there for you. He had to correct his mistake. He couldn’t let whatever savage you considered an old friend and now potential suitor get their filthy hands on you. He wanted to slam his forehead down onto a hammer when the mere thought of you within the grasp of anyone other than himself cursed his mind.

He was not going to allow that. He would rather burn his beloved bible with a flamethrower than see that happen; he would rather explode the world around him than see that happen.

But he gave you a truthful answer. “I think it’s more on the formal side.” Your eyes lit up, softly shaking your head as confirmation. “Ok, thank you!” Then you dipped back behind the wall, leaving John as his body temperature raised and an unsteady, inconsistent breathing pattern huffed through his nose. His fists tightened on his desk, knuckles turning white and blue veins bulging beneath his pale skin.

The very next day you had showed up to work with an obvious shifted and drained mood. A solemn frown took the place of your ebullient grin. A gloomy silence in your throat rather than the bubbly morning greetings to your coworkers. Your lively, upbeat eyes were replaced with a tired gaze, pink puffiness circling them. You were so downcasted and crestfallen, you didn’t even greet John with your daily “good morning”.

Part of him was bitter over your reaction, not knowing how you could care so much about some wicked waste of a human. But a stronger part of him had spread a smug smile across his face over the sound of your light sniffles. A very smug one.

John smoothly rolled his chair around the cubicle to enter your space, for the first time ever. You were hunched over your desk with one hand rubbing over both your eyes. “Is everything alright?” John’s voice softly reached your ears, making you turn to see him. “Yeah, yeah.” You instinctively answered. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“I figure the date didn’t go well?” He asked.

Your rare frown deepened as your eyes casted down to the carpeted floor. “No. The date didn’t even happen. He never showed and left me waiting there for hours. I’ve called him seventeen times and he never answers.” You pursed your lips that threatened to quiver together, slightly shaking your head. “But this is just… so unlike him. He’s not that kind of person at all. We were really close all four years of highschool since we had the same friend group. And he was a very anxious guy so he was always earlier than on time with anything he did, especially dates.” You finally looked up towards John, revealing the gloss in your eyes. “Has he really changed that much over the years and only asked me on a date for some narcissistic joke?”

Those eyes. Those eyes of yours were still caged within the barbed wire of his desire, his unwavering and unhealthy desire. And he knew he would set fire to the world around him just to have you. “He probably recognized the gap between your status’ as humans and knew his place.” John spoke with a masked consoling tone.

Your heavy frown relaxed and softened, not from comfort though. Quite the opposite. Sudden unsettlement weighed over you from how he said those words. You had nothing but good things to say about your desk neighbor John and you never once felt uncomfortable around the man or felt unsafe in his presence. But just now, for the first time ever, you felt something pinch in you. And it wasn’t a good feeling.

It felt like the quietest little siren blaring off in your head, flashing red. You felt as if someone had opened a window and a cold breeze just blew onto your back and neck, hollow chills skidding down your spine and your shoulders feeling colder.

The worst mistake you ever made was brushing off that feeling.

The end of the day had come to end the shifts of everyone who left in the office, dusk about to creep up to fade through the sky as the sun was setting. No matter how much of a headstart you got, you always ended up being the last one to pack up all your materials and leave. Your coworkers around you began leaving one by one, bidding you amicable goodbye’s and goodnight’s and an occasional “see you tomorrow”. If only they knew they wouldn’t see you tomorrow.

You shoved the last of your stuff you needed at home into your bag before rising to your tired feet, your droopy eyes glancing out the big window in the office to see dusk fading into the sky to create beautiful hues. It was a beautiful site, especially from the view of your office on one of the higher levels of the building. And after every shift you would admire the twilight landscape with a pleasant sense of cherishing the simple beautiful things in life. But tonight was different. And you didn’t know what it was, but something didn’t feel right.

The dark sky only gave you a sinking and haunting feeling, an intuition tempting you to not leave the building on this dark night. But you made another stupid decision and told yourself your mood was only disquiet because of your failed date yesterday. So you continued your end-of-shift routine and moved yourself in pursuit of punching your little card to clock out. You rounded the corner only to jump at the sight of John just finishing clocking out.

You forced a neighborly, benign chuckle past your uneasiness. “Oh, John, you scared me. I thought you went home already.” You said, trying to steady your frail voice. John slowly looked over to you and shrugged, motioning towards the briefcase in his hand. “I had a few documents I needed to print out.”

You slightly nodded and once he moved out of the way you shoved your card into the small machine to stamp the time and date on your card. You focused on restraining the shake in your hands as you felt John’s eyes still on you.

“Your friend.” John spoke up from beside you. “His name wouldn’t happen to be Doug Hopper, would it?” Your eyes widened and you snapped your head to him. “It… is, actually. You know him?” John faintly nodded. “He’s my neighbor. You could come by quickly to see him.”

That siren went off in your head again, the red flashes practically blinding your vision.

But your eagerness to see Doug was too strong, and that was how you found yourself now following John down the hall of a dark and coarse apartment building. Your nerves had amplified a disturbing amount since you were in the office building and that was when you had begun to heavily regret coming here, feeling as if you had no escape. You didn’t walk too far behind John but you also didn’t get too close to him. He finally led you to a door, stopping in front of it and briefly turning to you.

You wanted to leave, you wanted to turn around and run as fast as you could. Your heart was pumping so fast you feared it may burst apart. And the fact was you were so absorbed in your own anxious apprehension that you didn’t even think about what you would say to Doug. Because that became the least of your worries.

You watched as John pulled out a key from his back pocket and plugged it into the doorknob, now all the alarms in your body and conscience were going off like you were stuck in a room with multiple alarm clocks intensely going off. And this time you didn’t have the strength to ignore them. “John. I…” You wrapped your arms around yourself tightly, a sick nausea sinking into your stomach. “I don’t know about this. I think I’m just gonna go home. It’s late anyway.” You spoke in a meek, fearful voice as your eyes casted down.

Your pupils looked up to get John’s response. He only smugly smiled as he unlocked the door, turning the knob all the slightest. “Don’t you trust me?” He asked with a complacent tone lacing through his dry voice that used to comfort you but now only brought disquietude. He, without receiving your answer or confirmation, pushed the door the rest of the way open.

You had so many questions that desperately needed to be answered, like why he had a key and why he was just going to waltz in unannounced. But it was as if your fear had rendered you mute, stealing all words from your throat and leaving behind a thick lump you just couldn’t swallow away.

He stood at the door frame, waiting for you to go in first. Which you hesitantly and foolishly did. You slowly walked into the apartment, it would’ve been pitch black dark if it wasn’t for the open door at the end of the hall that allowed the light from its room to emit a glow. You carefully moved down the hall, your heart pounding and your head beginning to feel dazed, your eyes locked on that open room.

When you reached the doorway of the lit up bathroom, your shaking small-pupiled eyes caved in on the bathtub on the other side of the room. Red reflected around the rim of it but you were too far away to see what was inside. Your suspense and naive curiosity overpowered your intellect as you took slow, steady steps toward the tub.

Once you reached it and looked down into the tub, your heart pulsated and was eaten by a palpitation; a beating that rang in your ears almost deafeningly. The realization of the reality of the horrific sight you were seeing hit you way too slowly, your reaction painfully being stretched out as your breath finally hitched from how terror gripped around you like King Kong’s fist.

The tub was filled with crimson blood as Doug’s body laid in it, his upper body widely torn open from his Adam's apple to his pelvis. His insides were on complete display but all his organs had been removed, only his ribs and spine remaining. His head was laid back over the edge, his skin a ghostly pale and his eyes wide open along with his blue lips parted. He was just an empty carcass bathing in his own blood.

Heavy tears sat in the corners of your eyes painfully, like if they fell then you would share the same fate as the one in front of you. Your watering eyes shook terribly as you couldn’t separate them from the sickening, gorey site. Your mouth was hung open and one sharp inhale triggered an agonized sob to escape from your burning throat. Hot tears finally cascaded down your face as your features trembled terribly. You never felt such raw horror before in your once optimistic life. You were direfully shell-shocked.

You physically tensed up once you felt a hand touch your upper back, John stepping up to stand beside you as he looked down at the body as well. “Don’t cry over this scum, he doesn’t deserve your tears.” He spoke in a soft, calm voice as he looked at the gruesome corpse with little to no emotion. He pointed down to the mutilated chest. “See? He doesn’t even have a heart.”

Your lips quivered uncontrollably like you were freezing cold. “...Why? Why would you do this?” Your voice was hoarse and quiet; weak. John tilted his head, still looking down. He thought for a bit. “I’m doing this out of love, I suppose.”

Your brows furrowed together with a slight curve upwards, slightly shaking your head as your wide lachrymose eyes were still glued down to the tub. “This is not love.” John sighed, “I don’t expect you to understand. At least not yet.”

You choked on another sob, finally tearing your leaking eyes off the corpse to look over to John whose composure was eerily way too calm. You were visibly shaking. “You’re insane.” Even your voice was shaking. You were just utterly terrified beyond what you could handle.

John finally looked up at you, removing his hand from your back as his once blank expression shifted to one of irked offense. “Insane? I’m insane?!” His voice grew louder, making you flinch from every raised pitch. “Do you know what’s truly insane? This world that insists on keeping you away from me! It’s insane that you let humanoid monsters like this sinner attempt to corrupt you! Attempt to touch you in any way! It’s insane that they think they even have the right to do that!”

You instinctively took a step back from him, but it was like he had read your mind as he instantly took a step towards you. “I would rather kill you myself than see you with anyone else! No matter what happens, I will never let anyone have you.” His blazing anger finally pitched down but you still took another step back, prompting him to take another step forward.

“Without you… I'm… nothing. I feel nothing without you.” He spoke with sick, feverish admiration laced within his features and eyes. You had taken another step away but your back had hit the wall. You were caged and cornered like an animal intended to be prey. Your limbs were shivering and tears still spilled out of your wide eyes.

John looked your fear-stricken form up and down before a small smile spread his lips. He said with a smug tone, “I hope you realize the more scared you are, the more excited I get.”

You looked his skinny figure up and down as well, weighing your options in your head. You could take him. And thus, thinking impulsively from the pressure of your own terror, you lunged your fist across his face and roughly shoved at his chest before making a run for it.

You couldn’t tell if you were too slow or your punch was too weak, but John had tackled you against the wall just before you got a close enough chance to escape the bathroom. You tried to throw hits at him but he shoved his body against yours so that you were painfully squished against the wall and him; caged. He shoved his leg in between yours and his hands pinned your arms against the wall with his nails digging into your forearms, earning hissing winces of pain from you.

“What a wicked way to treat me, the person who loves you, like this.” He said in between your ear and neck as you struggled and squirmed against him. “I just want to protect you. Nothing wrong with that, is there?”

You wanted to respond with something hateful but you froze in your position from the sound and vague feeling of his nose slightly caressing the crook of your neck while inhaling deeply through his nose. “Wh-what are you d-doing?” Your voice said in between breathy sobs, your legs and arms still trembling.

“I’ve just realized,” John began, “I’ve never got to feel you before.” The hands that squeezed your forearms slowly began to massage your skin, the bandages on his fingertips feeling like sickening velvet. Wiggling his leg lightly between your inner thighs, pressing his chest closer to yours as his warm breath dusted onto your neck. You squeezed your tear filled eyes shut in wild discomfort. “This is the closest we’ve ever physically been.” He breathed out.

A meter was the minimum of space that had ever been between you, and now he was pressed up against you, not even a millimeter of air left between you. It sent blood to his already flushed cheeks and straight down to where his khaki pants began to strain; an erotic euphoria bubbling within his gut as he unintentionally released a stuttered, breathless moan. His palms nuzzled against the plush skin he held onto. He could feel you so distinctly.

When you felt his nose inhale in your hair that’s when you began to struggle against him again. “Get OFF me!” You finally snapped out at him, trying to use your body weight to shove him off of you. His grip slightly loosened which gave you the opening to thrash your forearms out of his hold and begin punching at his chest.

John’s hand snatched your throat in a haste and shoved you back against the wall, compressing harshly. You choked on a gasp as your hands flung to his in a desperate attempt to claw his fingers off. “You have no idea how nice I’m choosing to be. You should be grateful that I didn’t make you watch me gut that man like the pig he is; grateful that I’m doing this all the easy way.” He said through gritted teeth close to your face.

Your quivering lips clenched before you jerked your knee up to jab him in his groin. He wheezed and released your throat, severe gasps for air populating your mouth as you touched your stinging throat. John took an unintentional step back from you which left you the opportunity to attempt your running escape. You bolted out the bathroom and down the pitch black hall, John had closed the front door when you first walked in so the only source of light was from the bathroom you were running from. You knew you just needed to keep running straight.

You barely got to register the loud cracking noise because you had collapsed to the ground, falling roughly onto your side from the sudden sharp, roaring pain in the back of your calf. You repeatedly hissed in pain when you tried to move, heavy breathing pumping through your lungs. You reached down to your calf to feel a wet substance, a nasty mixture of horror and panic suffocating you.

It wasn’t long before John approached you with a flashlight. The bright light shifted your eyes to the illuminated floor, realizing the layer of clear rubber fabric all over the floor. “Did you really think you could escape me? Don’t you know we’re meant to be together? You’re destined to return to me.” His words fell upon your deaf ears, too caught up in shock.

“You… fucking shot me.” You croaked, your petrified eyes staring at your own wet blood on your fingers. You didn’t want to look further down to the real wound. “I suspected you’d try to run away, so I took the expected precautions.” John spoke plainly as he stepped closer to you, tucking his gun back away as his flashlight was still aimed on your fallen form. “It’s alright, I forgive you. But next time I won’t be as forgiving.”

Your breathing came out uneven and shaky as your incredibly glossy eyes remained on the fresh blood on your fingertips from your leg. John stepped over you so that you were in between his legs before he lunged down onto you, straddling your back as he forced a cloth coated in a chemical onto your mouth and nose.

Your red puffy eyes still drowned in their own terrified tears. “No! Please!” Your dolorous begs became muffled, your squirming actions slowly deflating in energy. Your vision was blurring and darkening, the wall blending with the floor as it warped into unrecognizable shapes. Your head swayed and your mind grew hazy. And before you knew what was happening, you sank into unconsciousness.

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messy-gemini1 · 10 months

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More Task force 141 and reader :)

Reader: I know one person who finds me funny! Price: Okay, who?... and you can't say yourself! Reader: Okay then I'm out. ______

Ghost, watching Soap do something stupid: Reader, you're officially only the second highest risk here. Reader: Hell yeah! I'm gonna— Ghost: Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up _____

Soap: Reader isn’t answering my messages. Ghost: Allow me. Soap: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi- Reader: *replying to message* Hello. ______

The gang vsiting reader after she was wounded: Reader: I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be! ______

Ghost: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Reader: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Ghost: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Reader: Is it working? _____ Reader: Onion rings are vegetable donuts. Ghost, used to Reader being dumb: Sure... Reader: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed. Ghost: Okay? Reader: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake. Ghost: Reader: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio- Ghost: Jesus, that one is a little- Alejandro, interested: No, no, Reader, keep going. ______ Soap: Met a dumbass today. Awful. Ghost: You looked in a mirror? Soap: someday you will have to answer for your actions and god may not be so merciful. ______

Gaz: So, what are we doing? Reader: Wasting our lives. Gaz: I meant for lunch... ______

Reader: Okay. Hypothetically speaking, how mad would you be if I burned a hot pocket so badly it could probably fall off a ten-story building and be completely fine? Price: Reader, what did you do? Reader: Take a guess. ______

Rodolfo when he first met Alejandro: Are you this rude to everyone?! Alejandro: Yup. Alejandro: Don't think you're special. ______

Soap to reader after stealing one of Ghosts masks: Why would you think any of this was a good idea? Reader: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence. Soap: Reader: I don’t know how you keep forgetting this. ______

Soap: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!? Reader, sitting down, surrounded by dead Shadows: I won Mafia, that’s what. ______

Reader: Why does everyone want to kill Graves? Soap: Because, goddamnit, have you seen them? Their neck looks so snappable.

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folklorebae · 1 year

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cast(s)/genre: influencer!reader & timeskip!kozume kenma/fluff

wc: 0.6k

a/n: haven’t written in a while and pls forgive me if this doesn’t scream “midnight”. i tried my best</3

Like any other night, the starless night sky is illuminated by the dazzling airport lights. The airport is as calm as it has ever been at this early hour. People flow effortlessly, peaceful rivers of humanity just roused from sleep, and all you do is wait impatiently for your plane to board at your gate.

In forty minutes, you just need to wait for forty more minutes before you are no longer able to access the internet, and for some reason, going on a live is an idea that crossed your mind to save you from your boredom and somnolence.

You curl your lips into a smile and stop talking when your eyes catch your boyfriend’s fake Instagram account just joined your live.

ynfan13 OMG HIIII

ynscandle you look tired:(

ynfan14 OMG ARE YOU GOING TO WATCH WORLD CUP??

notkenmasfan just try to get noticed over here

“I know, I mean, it’s midnight here in Tokyo. Yes! I’m at the airport right now.” You rest your chin on your palm, reading another comment. “I notice you, babe. No need to worry.”

notkenmasfan you deserve a long sleep after this

ynfan15 where is your sugar daddy?

ynmydarling why are you alone?

You’re immediately convulsed with laughter, drawing some attention from those around you. You cover your mouth with your palm in a swift motion and try to pull yourself together before looking at your phone again.

“Guys, I don't have a sugar daddy. My boyfriend is just rich.”

ynfan16 JAPAN WON THE LAST MATCH🇯🇵

notkenmasfan you need to stop your sugar daddy jokes

hinatashoyo Y/NNN

itsynupdates you’re so pretty:((

“I know! I’m so proud of Japan's national team.” You respond before moving on to greet your best friend. “Shoyo! How are you?”

iheartyn you’re so gorgeous. pls step on me

hinatashoyo i’m good!

hinatashoyo can’t wait to see you!!

notkenmasfan shoyo wtf are you doing here?

hinatashoyo why are you so rude to me?

You chuckle at Kenma’s comment, since the orange-haired man has no idea about Kenma’s fake account.

hinatashoyo can i join your live??

hinatashoyo let me show you your bf. he’s sleeping rn

ynxln safe flight angel✈️❤️

You raise your brow. “Is he?”

hinatashoyo he is. he said he’s depressed because you're not here

ynfan17 YOU HAVE A BF?!? WHY I DIDN’T KNOW THIS

notkenmasfan HE’S A LIAR. I NEVER SAID THAT

You chuckle and shake your head as you try to accept Hinata’s request. But a FaceTime notification from Kenma suddenly appears on your screen.

“Action expresses priorities.” They say, and God knows who your priority is.

“Why does he think you’re sleeping?” You ask your boyfriend once you can see his face.

Kenma chuckles as he pulls his duvet over his shoulder, getting himself more comfortable and warm on the bed. “I told him I’m going to sleep so he will talk to Kuroo, but instead, he joined your live.”

You nod at him while fighting the urge to not grin. “I see…”

Kenma could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and quickly hides half of his face with the duvet before you could see any sign of him blushing. “What? I’m not jealous, if that’s what you think.”

“I didn’t say anything.” You argue and change the topic before he could say anything. “So why are you calling?”

He shrugs and starts to murmur about something but you could barely hear it since his mouth is buried under the cover.

“Ken, I can’t hear you. Get that blanket off your face.”

Kenma sighs and does what you said. “I said, I found a good place for us to have lunch together but nevermind cause I know you must be ti–”

“Shut up, Ken. Of course I’ll go with you.”

“Okay… I’ll pick you up at six am right? Qatar time?” He asks and you answer it with a nod.

Then, a split second later, a welcoming cheery sound from the air hostess reverberates through the airport, announcing your airline and flight number.

“Have a safe flight. I love you.”

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farfromstrange · 5 months

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Chaos Theory | Michael Kinsella x Reader

Chapter 24: Bandaids Don’t Fix Bullet Holes

Masterlist ° Chapter List

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Reader (she/her)

Summary: While Michael meets with his solicitor, you're stuck at his house, and you slowly start going crazy. A visit from a particular someone drives you even crazier.

Warnings: Angst, Frank (yes, that's a warning)

Word Count: 3.2k

A/n: I've finally gotten around to finishing this chapter. It might not be as exciting as you guys hoped it would be, but I have a plan for the next following chapters and I had to leave space for that, which is why this isn't as plot heavy as I intended it. (Also, I’m not sure about the title, but I’ve run out of songs to use)

You’re still tired when you wake up the next morning, but the sadness that overcame you the day before has been replaced by emptiness. You just feel numb now, but it’s better than being in pain.

Michael has an appointment with his solicitor this morning. Your blood burns your insides when you think about being left alone for the day. His family surrounds you. Not literally, thank God, but with them living on the very street Michael does, it feels as if they’re caging you in like a zoo animal.

You tried to convince him to let you go home, but he insisted that you stay in his house until he’s back so he can make sure that you’re safe. His house has a better security system in place than your own home, and after everything that was unraveled the other day, he would rather not take any chances until he has figured out how serious the repercussions of Frank’s actions will be.

They blew up Michael’s phone all day yesterday, but ever since he blew them off, no one has been brave enough to his house in person. It has been otherwise quiet, too. Thankfully. Still, you can’t help but be wary.

You’re sitting in bed with your legs pulled up to your chest, resting your cheek on your knees as you watch him rummage through his wardrobe to get ready. Today is an important day to him and he doesn’t want to risk making a bad impression, no matter how big the chaos around him is.

You called in sick from work. You can’t stand being around people, let alone put on a fake smile. The scent of coffee makes you nauseous. To top that off, your hand is still swollen, bandaged, and your knuckles have started getting irritated. Any doctor would have told you the same thing Michael did; your wrist is sprained and you need to rest your hand, which means that work is off the table.

You know you’re going to use up all of your sick days if you keep going like this, but at this point, there are no worries on your mind. None but one, and that is your sister. Okay, maybe you’re overthinking about a little more than that, but you refuse to acknowledge that or you will drive yourself crazy.

At least Michael’s house smells like safety. You can’t describe it, but the comfort his scent engulfs you in makes this a little easier, even with the separation anxiety eating you alive like a flesh-eating amoeba.

“Hey,” his soft voice brings you back to reality. It has a bit of a scruff to it, but that’s what makes him so attractive.

The bed dips before you, and you look at him with red eyes. “Are you gonna be alright?” Michael asks, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. “I could call the solicitor and tell her I’ve changed my mind, that I can’t do it today, I…”

You shake your head. The last thing you want is for him to put you over getting his daughter back. The truth about your past, then Jamie’s death, and now the revelation with Frank and Amanda messed with both of your lives, and God knows what else happened in the time you were at work.

The things Michael threw in Frank’s sounded so serious, you can’t imagine that he has fully forgotten them just because of this one appointment. There seems to be more to it, even, and that scares you. It scares you that he’s going through hell and now he’s going through yours too. And you’re forced to go through his, thanks to his family and your inability to stay away.

You have an inkling, but you don’t like what it is telling you, not one bit. You know Michael, and you know how easily he could be pushed to a point where he would do just about anything for the people he cares about. It’s a terrifying prospect that you could lose him.

You shake it off. You’ve already done enough stupid things for the time being. You can’t do this alone anymore, and you don’t have to.

“Go,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll manage. Don’t put your future with Anna at risk just because of me. It’s not worth it.”

Michael’s eyes soften. “Yer always worth it, that’s not–”

“No. Not this time.”

He sighs. “We’ll talk about how to keep your sister safe once I’m back, alright?” It sounds like a compromise. “Just don’t do anythin’ rash ‘til I’m back,” he says.

“I know,” you answer.

“Promise me.”

You open your mouth. An exasperated sigh slips your lips, and he gives you an incredulous look. “Okay, fine,” you cave. “I promise. I won’t do anything rash until you’re back.”

You’re not sure how you’re going to keep it, but he’s right. You can’t do anything rash or you will risk a lot more than your sister’s safety. She’s the most important thing in your life, above all else, and if you put her at risk just because you’re impatient and drowning in your concern… You wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself.

“I’ll be back in a few hours.” Michael leans forward and presses a kiss on your forehead.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch. “I love you,” you whisper.

He smiles right back at you. “You too.”

Michael checks his appearance a few more times in the mirror, and you can tell he’s nervous. He rechecks every document twice, and he repeats every question he prepared himself for in his head.

You want to lift him up, but you’re too low to say anything supportive other than what you feel for him. You hope it’s enough, but you feel useless and numb, and the state you’re in is a horrible middle space between being an exhausted mess and being on high alert. But most of all, the fear never leaves your bones. It has manifested and it’s eating away at your soul.

“After our fight,” you speak up, “I, uh, called the inspector on the case of my sister’s death six years ago.”

He deserves to know.

Michael stops in his tracks and turns to you. “And?” he asks.

You shrug. “I was redirected to Scotland Yard’s official hotline, and the front desk lady told me she would pass my message along, but…” With a defeated sigh, you lower your head and shake it. “He didn’t call me back.”

Michael purses his lips. He’s not mad, you can tell. He probably would have done the same in your position. You took the only road you thought could help you, but it ended up being a dead end, after all. Or maybe you missed something crucial.

“Maybe he’ll call today,” he says almost hopefully. “If he’s anythin’ like ya said, he’ll call eventually. Maybe he’s just… swamped.”

“Or maybe he can’t help me.”

“I’m not going to lie to you.”

You want to kiss him just for that.

“So,” he says, “him not wanting to help or be associated with this case again is somethin’ we need to consider.”

You nod along. He’s right. It’s possible. The truth hurts, but at least it’s true.

Wiping your dry cheeks to prevent yourself from actually crying, you clear the lump in your throat. “Well, regardless, I need to pick up the file,” you add, your voice stronger this time.

He shakes his head. “We can do that once I’m back, alright? Yer not goin’ anywhere without me.”

You don’t have the strength to protest. Michael kisses you again. “Good girl,” he says.

When he turns to leave, you hug him for a little longer than necessary. He rubs your back, knowing it’s hard for you to let him go, but he has to leave. You understand now why he was so clingy the other day, and it hurts to watch him walk out the door and down the street, disappearing out of your sight, and you lock the door the way he told you to.

Against what your brain tells you, you don’t go back to bed. You make yourself a nice cup of coffee and find some toast in the cupboard to make yourself some breakfast, and you force yourself to swallow a few bites for your upset stomach. Maybe that will give you a clear mind.

You spend a few minutes sitting in the backyard, staring out into nature. Every once in a while, you peek over at Jimmy and Amanda’s house. It seems so deserted. You wonder if they fought after you punched her.

Michael and Jimmy don’t seem all too close, but they’re still brothers, and Michael seems to see something in him that you don’t. You don’t need to understand it.

You busy yourself with cleaning for a while. Just as you’re scrubbing the stove, you catch something from the corner of your eye. Your peripheral vision picks up on a silhouette close to the bushes that adorn the sides of Michael’s driveway.

She’s concealed halfway by your car, but you catch a glimpse of the girl’s face that is staring directly into the house, and when she meets your eyes, she gasps and bolts.

Anna.

You know Michael has secretly been watching her just to get a chance to see her, even if it’s from afar. You never expected Anna to come to the house herself.

She was still little when he went to prison and she must be more than curious, but also a little angry because she probably doesn’t know or understand the full truth behind her mother’s death yet. She’s a child, but she’s not stupid.

You open the front door and storm out of the house. You call out, “Anna?” But upon hearing her name, the girl runs faster, and soon enough she has disappeared around the corner in her school uniform.

You sigh. Whether or not you will tell Michael about this depends on how his meeting goes. Now that she saw you, what must she think? Knowing her father whom she hasn’t seen for eight years has a strange woman standing in his kitchen and cleaning it like a mad woman.

By opening the blinds to let in some light, you might have just screwed up in the eyes of a teenage girl and Michael’s daughter, and that fills you with dread because you don’t know if he’s going to process the truth in the way you want him to.

Locking the door behind you again, you draw the blinds closed and return to angrily scrubbing the stove, making the pain in your injured hand worse without even using it, but at least it makes you feel something other than the gaping emptiness deep within your soul. It keeps you from going crazy.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the very door that you just closed. Startled, you turn around. Goosebumps form on your skin. For a second, you consider what to do. Should you go upstairs and hide? Should you call Michael? Should you grab a knife or the gun behind the fridge?

You move toward the front door, your steps careful and calculated. The knocking intensifies. You can feel yourself quivering in the fuzzy socks you’re wearing.

Then, you hear a faint voice call out your name, and you can see Frank peeking in through the kitchen window. He waves at you as if he can see you through the slits in the blinds. You hold your breath.

“I know you’re in there!” he calls out for you. “I just wanna talk.” There is a pause, and you stand there completely paralyzed until he adds, “It’s about yer sister.”

Your feet carry you the rest of the way to the door and you open it enough to look outside.

“What do you want, Frank?” you snap. “Do you get off on harassing innocent people? Or are you just that stupid?”

He looks at you, and… is that guilt in his eyes? You don’t want to believe it. The audacity he has to show up here and look like that. He’s cruel, he’s vile, he is an asshole and he doesn’t deserve your attention. But he mentioned your sister. After what happened the day before, he knows that you would jump at the mere mention, and that is how he gets you.

“I just wanna talk,” he repeats. “Please.”

“Michael’s not here,” you say. You have to stand your ground. He’s doing this on purpose. He has to be. This man is capable of unspeakable things.

If Michael knew, heads would roll.

“I’m not here to talk to Michael, I told ya. I’m here because o’ you.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. You shouldn’t, you know that you shouldn’t, but your body acts without listening to your common sense. You open the door just enough to let him inside.

This is about Maya, you tell yourself. Whatever he has to say could be important. And you can’t say no to the man who threatened her once before. He is the reason she might be in grave danger. So, whatever he knows, as small as it might seem could help prevent any further damage. And if he’s lying, you can still grab the gun behind the fridge and put an end to this disgusting excuse of a human being.

“Thanks,” Frank throws your way as he steps in, almost as if you’re friends, and you hate that he carries himself with that godawful, confidence-secreting attitude.

Does he not realize what he did? Michael threatened him with a gun and this is how he walks around, with his hair styled and an almost sly smile on his face—it’s just a hint, but it counts, and it makes you feral.

He stands in the kitchen, turning to you. You stand across from him, arms crossed and waiting for him to make a move. You won’t offer him a drink, that’s for sure.

He lets out a long breath eventually, pulling something from his backpocket. You flinch at the sudden movement of his hand, and he lifts them almost as if to reassure you that he isn’t a threat. But to you, he is everything bad and more. You hate him in a way you ever only thought you could hate one person, even though it’s a different kind of hatred nonetheless.

Frank pulls out a small envelope, looking down at it for a moment before slowly extending it to you. You frown at him. He insists you take it, but you’re not sure if you want to see the contents.

“Open it,” he encourages you.

You roll your eyes, reaching for the envelope. The paper feels thin under your fingers, almost rough and worn. It’s barely closed. You only have to pull a little to open it, and when you look inside, you can tell there is a series of pictures waiting for you. You shoot Frank a glare.

“What’s this?” you ask as you take the photographs out of the envelope.

“It’s the pictures my men took of your sister,” he answers.

You stop. “What?!” Your voice echoes. The house isn’t even that big, but you are loud enough for the sound to carry.

“Relax–”

“Relax? You had my sister followed and now you come here after deliberately putting her in danger, telling me to relax? How sick can you possibly be?!”

“They’re the pictures I was plannin’ to have sent to ya so you’d leave Michael alone. I told my men to back off. I promised tha. I don’t like being threatened,” he says. “They’re the only photographs left of her. Swear to God. It’s done. It’s over. Nothin’ more to worry about, alright? So… relax.”

His voice holds a certain edge as if your anger is somehow annoying to him and not at all justified, and only for that you want to use your healthy fist to hit him.

No, you won’t fall for it. You see a glimpse of humanity, but you refuse to let it blind you. People like him know how to fool someone in a crisis like you, and they use that vulnerability to their advantage.

You take out the photographs he gave you. He’s right, it is Maya. Your little sister, all alone and vulnerable. It’s so different to see her walking the streets of London after school, hanging out with the few friends she has, and–

You stop. The last picture has your father in it. The look in his eyes resembles death. He smiles at your weak mother, but there is nothing but evil in his eyes. You can see that he has no soul, he never had one. It makes your stomach churn.

“You’re lying,” you say, but your voice is barely above a whisper. “This was never supposed to happen.”

“Believe me or not, but it’s done,” Frank repeats. “They won’t hurt her, and for the record, I was never plannin’ on havin’ her hurt anyway, but after what you said about your father… You know, we can help–”

“Don’t even start,” you cut him off. “You had men follow my sister and put her in danger because you didn’t think. You were dissatisfied with Michael choosing himself over your twisted family for once in his godforsaken life, and you were ready to let it out on an innocent child you didn’t know instead of taking it up with me. That makes you as much of an asshole as my bastard of a father, and I’ve encountered many people in my life. You threatened me and my sister and that is not something I can just forgive. So forgive me for not trusting you, but you have done nothing to earn it.”

He nods slowly, processing your words and agreeing, “Yer right. For what it’s worth, I’m…” And he struggles to say it. “Sorry,” he says.

You stare at the pictures, then back at Frank. Tears of frustration and pure rage form in your eyes, and they already start pricking at the corners. “Get out,” you say, trying to stay calm.

“C’mon now, let’s not make such a big deal out of it. You know that ya have your own problems and that you’re not ready for what this family brings with it. I just wanted to protect us. I only hurt those that need t’be hurt, not innocent children.”

The urge to punch him grows with every passing second. Every word in your head makes less and less sense as you start losing sight of what’s most important. You want to give in to your anger. You want to be selfish.

But you can’t. You can’t allow yourself to give in. This is not who you are. And Maya wouldn’t want you to lose sight of that as much as she wouldn’t want you to lose sight of her.

“You already hurt her,” you say.

“I didn’t. She’s alive. She’s no longer being followed, and your father has no fuckin’ clue ‘cause my men aren’t that stupid. What more do ya need?”

“Frank,” you spit his name like a snake would dig her teeth into its victim. You’re inching closer to the point of disaster. “I’m going to ask you nicely,” you say, “even though you don’t deserve any bit of my kindness. Get the fuck out of this house or I swear to God, I will make use of the gun Michael keeps around here and shoot your cock off!”

Instead of cowering in fear at your tone, Frank only smirks. He looks surprised, impressed even, but not scared. At this point, you’re boiling like a tea kettle on a gas stove.

“I was wrong ‘bout you,” he says. The sound of impress is laced in every vibration of his vocal cords.

You stretch the fingers of your uninjured hand. He needs to get out. Now.

“If you don’t get out, I will call Michael right now and tell him you harassed me.” It’s your last straw. He doesn’t respect you, so maybe he will respect the man that already bashed his head in.

The next time he comes face to face with him, you know he won’t be as merciful.

You pull out your phone. “I’m sure he’d love to hear what you had to say to me, word for word.” You unlock it and select your boyfriend’s contact at the top of the list. “I have a very good memory, you must know. I can remember conversations pretty vividly.”

Of course, it works immediately. Frank’s face falls. As soon as you mention Michael and the possibility of telling him every last word that was passed between you in the past five minutes, he takes a step toward the door.

“Take care of yourself,” Frank tells you, and you have never been so relieved to watch someone walk away from you as you are now.

You’re quick to lock the door behind him, letting out the breath you had been holding before, and your entire body quivers as you sink to the floor with the photographs in hand. The tears start streaming down your cheeks as the helplessness of your situation settles in.

You’re not sure where to go from here, and it is terrifying.

How much longer can you hold on before everything around you, including the people you love, turns into ashes in front of your very eyes?

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sukunasweetheart · 2 years

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Lullaby for the Past

Office au Sukuna x fem!reader

Synopsis; Reincarnated as a human, Ryomen Sukuna - the former king of curses - is now just a perpetually tired office worker living in a world free of curses. His dreams are haunted by visions of his past life, despite not actually retaining any of these memories himself. These nightmares have surrounded him since childhood and nothing he does seems to do any help, so he’s given up and has learned to live with the restless nights, the lack of sleep and the moodiness. That is, until a series of unexpected incidents occur with the newly transferred employee - Y/N.

13. He Resides Within

Word Count: 3k

8AM in the morning, Y/N got off the phone after calling in sick for work. She might’ve overexerted herself from the abrupt exercising. There were numerous aches rippling throughout her body, and a fever was currently boiling her blood, making it difficult for her to think straight.

“Maybe I should just stay home. With you,” Sukuna clicked his tongue as he helped her down to her place, and then into her bed. Over the course of a few days, she’d been spending her nights at his apartment. Even in the duration of her illness, she felt a bit embarrassed about her home being in the mess that it was, due to how she hadn’t been bothering with the clean up.

“Absolutely not,” Y/N weakly chuckled as he rested her blanket over her body. “The office would get too busy if both you and I were missing.”

He gave her a smile that let her know he agreed with her, but also showed concern.

“What about medicine? Should I quickly get some right now?”

“I’m pretty sure I have enough in my cabinet,” she told him, shaking her head.

Sukuna sat beside her on the bed for a few moments, not wanting to leave her side.

He closed her window blinds for her, and then began walking out the door. When she called out his name again in the split second before he could close her door, he stopped in his tracks. There was a little pause before she spoke again.

“You should get going. This is my chance to sleep in for once.”

He gave a short laugh and nodded, pressing a kiss onto her hand afterwards.

“I’ll be back.”

“Drive safely.”

“Of course. Don’t worry about me.”

Sukuna checked and rechecked the clock on the wall, again and again. Was the day always this long? God, why did time have to go so slowly, on a day like this? Looking at your empty seat beside him made him sigh and grit his teeth. He wanted to abandon the office and just rush home.

It was one of those days in the office; where his back seemed to hurt no matter what position he sat in, his clothes stuck onto him in an uncomfortable way, and that constant, loitering feeling of restlessness seeping into his actions - whether it was in the form of him bouncing his leg, tapping his foot, or fiddling with something in his hand.

The others whispered to each other, pointing out his obvious shift in mood just from her absence at work.

They’d insisted he ate with them in the cafeteria, as he usually always ate lunch alone with Y/N during breaks. Now, food doesn’t taste the same without her. Ugh, he thinks, that sounded corny as shit.

“Sukuna, you’re… how do I say this…you’re hard to read, but easy to read at the same time.”

His spoon stopped midair as he made a face of displeasure towards Suzuki.

“What’re you trying to say?” Sukuna asked, looking clearly unamused.

“Nothing, sir.” The rest of the group held in their laughter, for fear of death.

As soon as he’d finished his meal, Sukuna stood up from his chair and rushed to return his tray after saying his thanks towards his coworkers. Perhaps if he could finish work fast enough, he’d be able to get off a little earlier than usual. With that in mind, Sukuna went forth to his desk to continue his tasks for the day as he held a little hope in being let off a little earlier.

Back at home, Y/N had woken up from her extra hours of sleep, but was still delirious from her fever. A throbbing feeling rippled through her head and this made even going to the toilet seem like a farfetched journey. She missed him already. She wished he was here to nag her to take her medicine. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was already 1pm. Y/N had taken her medicine in the morning without really eating much, and she’s about to do the same for lunch, too. It’s too bothersome.

And it’s always in times like these, where the house feels so cluttered and messy. Strewn clothes on the floor, books she’d discontinued reading at some point being everywhere except in the shelves where they belong, and some visible strands of her own hair being on the ground. Vacuuming was her least favourite house chore.

When everything feels this unorganised and unsightly, Y/N can’t help but feel like she has to quit. It’s all too much. And she didn’t feel like doing anything. She felt her eyes closing up again.

And she drifted in and out of consciousness, for the next couple of hours.

Oh, well. She thought to herself. I’ll just go back to sleep.

I’ll sleep, and if I’m lucky, maybe the feeling will go away, she childishly hoped.

Y/N’s mind remained dormant, but rather than in a peaceful way, it felt more like it was stuck limply writhing in the mud - slow, and difficult to move. It clung to her skin, and clumped up in her hair. Her blanket felt hot and heavy.

In the far distance, there seemed to be a distinct noise ringing in the background. Somebody was beginning to slowly drag her out of this mess. The ringing of that same noise was becoming more deafening, and Y/N opened up her eyes halfway.

…Who’s there? So noisy.

She closed her eyes again.

“Y/N, it’s me. Open up.” She perked up when she heard that voice.

She must’ve stood up too fast, because after the first few steps towards the door, she collapsed onto the floor with a loud thud. He must’ve heard it too, because he quickly grew concerned.

“Hey! You good?” Sukuna asked, frantically trying the door handle.

Hissing, she rubbed at her sore knees and stood back up again to open up for him. Once that damn door was out of the way, Sukuna looked her up and down for any sustained injuries before pulling her into his arms, not minding her dishevelled hair and sweaty skin.

“My bad. I forgot to take your keys with me this morning,” he apologised, patting the back of her head.

“Your fever still hasn’t gone down. Did you fall over on your way here?”

“Yeah,” she croaked out, chuckling weakly, embarrassed to admit so.

He didn’t seem to find it too funny, and instead immediately guided her back to bed.

“I wanna be somewhere where I can hear you moving around better.”

Sukuna asked her where the medicine cabinet was, and once he was back, he slapped a cold compression onto her forehead.

“I checked the sink and bin. You didn’t eat anything while I was gone, doll?”

When Y/N shook her head, he sighed and lightly pinched at her cheek.

“Hold on. Let me whip up something quick.”

When he stood up to leave again, she caught him by the hand, and told him she wanted to be on the sofa.

So now Y/N was laying on the sofa, watching her favourite comfort film while she listened to the sounds of Sukuna working in her kitchen. When he said quick, he must’ve really meant it because not long after, she was getting called to the table for her first meal of the day.

“It’s not much. Just egg rice porridge,” Sukuna told her, placing the steaming bowl before her. “Careful, it’s hot.”

Y/N thought she wouldn’t have the appetite to eat, but seeing and smelling this changed her mind entirely. She thanked him as he took a seat before her and put a spoonful of the porridge to her lips - only to retract immediately from the scorching heat.

She chuckled as Sukuna gave her a look that meant told you so, as he took the spoon from her and started to lightly blow on it. Perhaps being sick wasn’t so bad if it meant that your boyfriend would take care of you like this. She smiled and nodded when he asked her if it was good.

Once he’d finished the dishes, he came back to her on the sofa, where she promptly stood up with the blanket around her shoulders.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“You first,” she gestured, “I wanna lay on top.”

Sukuna grinned and went ahead to lie down on the spot that was still warm from her body heat. Y/N then climbed on top of him, ear against his chest.

Though, there was a rather strange feeling lurking inside of her as she drifted away into a nap. Every thump she heard was drawing her subconscious closer and closer to an ambiguous location in the far distance.

“Feeling comfortable?” he said - fixing the blanket to properly cover her.

“Very,” she replied, having a content smile on her face as she closed her eyes - listening to the beats of his heart, along with the noises of the film playing in the background.

Once she opened up her eyes again, Y/N saw that she was surrounded by the colour red.

He looks down at her with expressionless eyes, from atop his throne that has vastly shrunken in size over the years. Tattoos are inked onto his face, and what he dons is an old kimono. Even so, judging by the pink hair and the familiar crimson eyes - he was unmistakably Sukuna.

“Sukuna? What are you doing up there?” she asked, looking up past the strange bones that made up his seat.

‘Sukuna’ remained silent for a long minute, before he opened his mouth to speak.

“I should be asking that question. What are you doing here?”

He’d always thought that he was no longer able to bring anybody else in here. Not after taking up this new life of his. She squinted her eyes at him, and an awkward silence pours over them for a moment. The weird thing about dreams is that no matter how bizarre things may be, you don’t seem to question them as much as you’d do in real life.

The hell is that supposed to mean? She thought to herself.

“You’re… not the same. You’re not the Sukuna that I know.”

“Great observation. You’re one sharp woman,” he muttered sarcastically.

“Are you the one causing his nightmares?” Y/N glared at him.

“I’d be correct if I said yes, but I also wouldn’t be wrong if I said no.”

“Well either way, I’m going to beat your ass. Do you know how much he’s suffered because of you?”

Sukuna scoffed at her and followed it up with a cocky smirk.

“Feel free. Why don’t you try climbing up here?” he mocked her.

This was one terrible dream. Her house slippers definitely weren’t suited for climbing a hill of skulls. He peered down at her with amusement, not moving an inch to help her out. She was nearly there, anyway.

On the last step towards him however, Y/N’s foot slipped and she was on the verge of tumbling back down to square one. He darted his hand out to grab her by the wrist, with a sigh.

“Just how did I end up falling for someone like you anyway?” he asked haughtily as he placed her on his lap, sitting back down.

“What do you mean? So you’re the same person after all?”

His eyebrows furrowed with indignance and he clicked his tongue in disapproval.

She sensed how strong he was, just by the way he rendered her immobile.

“You wouldn’t understand even if I told you.”

‘Sukuna’ held her tighter and stopped her from thrashing around so much.

“It’s been a while since I felt the movement of another’s body.”

Something relatively sad seemed to enter the atmosphere between them, as he continued to look away from her. Even his sullen face looked the same. ‘Sukuna’ feels like someone who has rather limited time, fleeting.

“...I heard you were a four-armed beast. I don’t seem to see your extra limbs.”

“That’s old news. I’ve weakened significantly.”

He looked around at his narrowed domain - well, only a fragment of what it used to be. And now, even this won’t last much longer.

“That's why I can’t raise my hand against you. His affection still flows through me.”

“Will his dreams stop once you go away?” Y/N questioned him.

“Who knows. I’m not making myself see those memories purposefully.”

“You keep referring to him as if he’s the same person as you.”

“I’ve gotten rather soft, haven’t I? Well, either way, he’s merely but another variation of me.”

‘Sukuna’ looked at her with a more softened gaze.

She stared at him wordlessly - before relaxing in his arms and resting her head against him. He looked at her quizzically, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s with the changed attitude?”

“I promised… that I’d embrace every part of him.”

“Is that so? How sweet of you.”

“I’m not sure if I like this version of you though,” she said with a grimace.

He only grunted in response and leaned back into his throne.

She stared at him without shame, with big expressionless eyes. He took the time to try and decipher the gaze, but she looked away at the last second.

“...Wait, you didn’t witness it? Aren’t you always watching from here?”

“Like I said. I’ve grown weak. I only see glimpses of my new life…For the most part, I’m stuck here doing nothing.”

“Tell me, woman. Am I happy out there?”

“Must be boring. And lonely.” He merely scoffed at her again.

“Perhaps. But I’ll be disappearing soon. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“...I never said such a thing,” she pouted.

He let out a ‘hmph’ that sounded something like a mixture of both doubt and ridicule. His expression then softened for a moment, before he asked his next question.

It was an odd question to come out of someone like him. He didn’t look like he was looking forward to her answer at all.

“I…can’t say for sure? I’d like to think so,” she hesitantly replied. “Not to brag, but…you certainly seem a lot happier when I’m around.”

“You are quite amusing,” he said, tugging at her nose. “Though I don’t understand how my happiness can stem from anyone other than myself.”

He was used to being self centred and cold. Cold, despite the flames that he could create with his hands. Though, that was a long time ago.

“The ‘you’ out there understands perfectly well,” she replied quietly.

A long silence is lodged between them.

“Anyway, when can I go back again?”

“That’s not really up to me to decide. You’re the one that barged in here.”

Y/N looked up and around the area, looking for any emergency exits of any sort, but to no avail.

“What should I even say when I get back? That I met the past version of you? And talked to him?” she suddenly brought up.

“There’s no need,” ‘Sukuna’ told her, “I’ll be withholding your memories of me here. You’ll forget when you wake up. And you’ll only remember me when you’re in my domain.”

An expression of realisation ran through her face, going sullen as she uncrossed her arms before him. And then Y/N felt slightly uncomfortable at the reminder that she was currently in the lap of a murderer. She dared not ask him about that, however.

“That seems a little unnecessary. Why is it like that?” she asked curiously, crossing her arms.

“Use that little brain of yours. You think I’ll- he will be happy, knowing that all his dreams were real?”

Whether a person clings to their past, or the past clings to them - it is taboo, either way.

“Looks like time’s up.” He looked a little irritated and disappointed.

Before she could open her mouth again, Y/N was already back on the sofa in her living room. ‘Sukuna’, now alone once again, leaned back against the throne in his small, empty kingdom.

He placed a hand onto her forehead and roughly compared the heat of his palm with her forehead.

“My bad. Didn’t mean to wake you,” Sukuna told her, watching as she slowly rose from his chest, rubbing at her eyes.

“It’s alright. How long was I out for?”

“About an hour. How’re you feeling?”

“Much better.”

“Your temperature’s gone down, but you’re still a bit warm.”

He got up from the sofa and put the blanket over Y/N’s legs, telling her that he’d get her some water to drink.

And then, despite some protests from her end, Sukuna cleaned her place up a bit - picking up strayed clothes and tossing them into the laundry basket, and then vacuuming the area. She felt a little apologetic, but also refreshed at how less cluttered her living room felt.

“Hey, what’s this box? Do I push it back in?”

She turned around to see Sukuna gesturing towards the box from her storage closet, and a small panic ensued within her.

Later on, after the relaxing evening, Y/N fell asleep in his arms that night.

“Oh, please do… Um, I need to sort that out myself later on.”

Sukuna nodded and then pushed it back in using his foot, before closing the closet fully.

It had gone over her head completely. She didn’t even care about the things in that box anymore.

The box - which had been filled with objects and memories that belonged to her ex-lover - was soon disposed of, truly marking the end of her ties to her past relationship. Those memories had already gotten dull and dusty the moment she committed to the current love of her life.

She gazed at Sukuna with a smile, mesmerised, the morning she had fully recovered from her flu.

“How lovely you are.”

He seemed confused from the abrupt compliment, but his ears still turned a little pink. She hugged him as tight as ever.

Masterlist

Notes; my goodness, i apologise for being so late lmao

been a while, so this chapter may be a little confusing(?) because the end kinda stems off from a previous chapter

thank you for being so patient, im thinking of finishing this fic up soon so please look forward to it (tho it will probably take a while for me to write)

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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reimagine7 · 2 years

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The Spotify playlist (Emily Sonnett x reader)

“Hey Linds!”

I greeted Lindsey when she entered in the backseat for our drive to training. I was driving while Sonnett, my girlfriend, was in the passenger seat. Music was being played on the radio and the breeze was great as the window was opened.

“Hey guys! If we get late you’ll be doing my laps.” Lindsey complained from the backseat. “If you were so worried you could have walked yourself to practice. You live literally three blocks from the stadium.” Lindsey laughed and replied. “And tired my legs before…”

“And now what? You don’t like my friends either?” Emily kind of yelled at me, interrupting Lindsey. With the outburst me and Lindsey looked in shock at Emily.

“Excuse me?” I asked, not quite getting what the outburst was about. “Nothing. I don’t want to fight. I’m just still mad.”

I laughed at this. I can’t believe she is still mad at it, I thought we had solved it before we left home.

“Babe, I already said I was sorry. I thought you’d understand.” “How can I understand that? I just ended the conversation because I was still processing. But I am hurt. You’re my girlfriend, you should be the first to support me.” I sigh at her answer, thinking on how I could solve this. “And I do. That has nothing to do with it.” “Of course it does. I’m still mad.” “Okay. And what can I do to compensate?” I asked.

She looked at me with a contemplative look. If she was really thinking it through it means she is really sad with it. I honestly didn’t think it was gonna be a big deal and I actually don’t understand why it is, but I can’t let my girlfriend be sad like that.

I looked back by the rearview mirror at Lindsey who was sitting, quiet, confused and, may I risk saying it, very uncomfortable with the situation. We locked eyes and I just shook my head, mouthing an ‘later’ for her. She just nodded her head.

“Look, we arrived. I’ll try to focus at practice now, and we can talk later.”

With that she got out of the car and without even looking at us, got inside the training facility. Me and Linds got out of the car and I was prepared for the questioning.

“ don’t want to intrude if it is anything serious but, what happened? You guys fought?” “Kind of, I don’t know. If you ask me it is nothing serious, but Emily for sure thinks it is.” “Can I know?” “She forgot her phone at home today. So she got my phone to play her Spotify playlist on my Spotify. But it turned out that I don’t follow her on Spotify and she got mad.” Linds stopped walking and looked at me surprised. “Because you don’t follow her on Spotify?” “Yep.”

She burst out laughing at this.

“Right? And it got worse, because trying to defend myself I told her that I didn’t even know about it because normally we listen to music on her phone directly from her playlist, so when I’m using it I use to listen to my songs.” “How is this worse? I don’t get it.” “Well, from that, all she interpreted was ‘I don’t like your playlists’.” “Oh god, this is precious. Wait, you know she has, like, a lot of playlists right?” “I know.” I grumbled and continued the walk. “Including some she made just for you.” “I know and I love them. It’s just that I also like to listen to other songs.” “This is hilarious.” “Could you tell this to her?” “Oh no, you deal with your own problems.” “Thanks for the help.”

We entered inside the building and just as I closed the door a thought came to my mind.

“Wait, how do I follow someone on Spotify?”

Lindsey started laughing at me.

“Are you sure you date Sonnett? She is like the queen of Spotify and you didn’t even know we can follow people on it.” “Well, I have other qualities that make me a great girlfriend.” “Not today.” “I’m always learning. But let’s go before we get late and I still have a plan to put into action.”

We went to the locker room and music could be heard inside of it. After only a few minutes I knew that it was Emily’s playlist that was being played. I sat in my locker to put my cleats on and Linds sat next to me. As soon as Emily saw us she talked to Ellie Carpenter out loud so everyone could hear, especially me.

“Thank you Ellie, for supporting me by listening to my Spotify playlist. You’re a true friend.”

Everyone looked confused at Emily, but brushed it off. Used to Emily's unusual behavior. I just shook my head. Till when she was gonna act like that? The answer for that, for a little bit more. Because next thing I knew she was coming toward me and Linds, but completely ignoring me.

“Linds, my dear friend, wants to be my partner during warm up?” Me and Lindsey were surprised by this question. “Really?” I asked, trying to see if she was serious.

Linds looked at me and back at Emily, probably thinking if she wants to enter inside this situation. Me and Emily always warmed up together, even before we started dating. Is our tradition. I kept looking at Emily to see if she was gonna say anything, but she avoided my eyes. I just shrugged and nodded at Lindsey, letting her know that she could go and that I wouldn’t be mad.

I ended up warming up with Tobin and didn’t talk with Emily during the whole practice. She would ignore me every chance she could. When we were next to each other in line during the exercise, during water break when I would ask her for my water bottle, during lunch time and during gym. I already had enough of this situation, she was overreacting about it. I was okay with her just getting a bit mad about it at first and then she would ask me to do something to compensate for it. Fine. But changing our tradition and ignoring me like that, it was way too much. If she wants to ignore me and pretend that I don’t exist, okay. I can do it too.

As soon as practice ended I showered, changed my clothes and grabbed my stuff. I just bought a simple backpack, so it was light. Emily was outside leaning on the car, talking with Linds about something funny. I went toward them, grabbed the car keys and gave it to Linds, she looked at me confused and I explained.

“I’ll walk back to the apartment. You can drive back with the car.” “But you live far.” Lindsey replied. Emily, confused with the situation asked. “Babe, what are you doing?” “Oh, now you talk. I’m not about to be ignored in my own car. I’ll walk back home.” “It’s far, come with us. I’ll talk. It was just…”

But I interrupted her before she could say anything else.

“It’s okay. The walk will be good. See you later.”

With that I left them behind and started my way back home. It'll probably take an hour to get to the apartament, but this way I’ll get some time to calm down and I hope Emily will think about the way she was acting.

Emily pov

Y/n had just turned around and walked away from us. She decided she was gonna walk back home even though we live over 7 miles away. It’s not that long if you drive by car, but she is walking and we have just trained.

“This is stupid. She is overreacting.” “Is she?” Lindsey asked. “What do you mean?” “I would be extremely pissed as well if my girlfriend ignored me on purpose during the whole day.” “It's not like that, I was…”

But Lindsey interrupted me.

“Sonnett! I’ll say this because I’m your friend, so I can. Shut up and think about what you did. One thing is to argue with her about that stupid Spottify playlist and mock her about it. Now ignoring her and making a fool out of her is another one completely different.”

What does she mean by ‘making a fool out of her’, the only thing I did was pretend I was mad at her. She knows I was not actually mad. Didn’t she?

“Sonnett, think how would you have felt if you had tried to talk with her and she ghosted you.” “Heartbroken. Alone.” “Even though you were kidding in the beginning. You did it for 8 hours straight, personally.” “Shit! I crossed the line this time, didn’t I? Dammit. Come on, we will get her on the way.”

We get inside the car and drive our way back home. I kept my attention on the road and on the sidewalk to see if I saw her, but nothing. I left Linds at her house and got back on the road. I got to the apartment and she was nowhere to be found. Of course she would take another way back, she didn’t want to get in the car. She knew if we had passed through her we would have stopped. So I sat at the front door and waited for her.

A little over an hour passed and she turned the street corner. I stood up and waited for her to get close. While she was getting close I took a moment to look at her, her expression was a mixture of emotions. She had her jaw clenched, signaling she was mad, but her eyes betrayed her, they were red, meaning she had cried and worse I was the reason for that.

“What? You forgot the keys?”

She asked without even looking at me. She passed through me and opened the door and got inside. I enter behind her, close the door and before she could go farther I hold her hand turning her toward me.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” “So why did you do it?” “You know why. But I wasn’t really mad I was just messing. But it got out of hand.” “ What exactly are you apologizing for?” “For the way I treated you.”

She let out a sigh and hugged me. I hugged her back and pressed kisses all over her, ending on her lips.

“I don’t like when you cry. Sorry, I thought you knew I was not actually mad.” I said caressing her cheeks. “I knew at the beginning, but then you didn't even look my way. You broke our tradition and ignored my questions like I was a ghost. It hurt.” “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

“Argue with me, fight with me, prank me, whatever, but don’t ever ignore me again. I felt awful and like I was an idiot because of it.” I knew she was hurt from what happened, she almost never cried, I even now, her eyes were red and with tears. “I promise.” “Now give me a hug.”

I laughed and hugged her again. I was still enjoying the moment when she pushed me and said.

“And I’m sorry as well. I know you had your reasons, I’m not devaluing your feelings. I…” But I interrupted her. “Doesn’t matter anymore, I shouldn’t have done what I did.” “I know, we already talked about it. Anyway, on the way I did something.”

“You walked over 7 miles in only an hour and still had time to do something?” “I didn’t walk. Tobin left me in the back block at that park we go sometimes. I walked back after I finished this.” “Here I was patiently waiting for you and you were just at the park.” “Stop mumbling. As I was saying… in the way I made you this.”

Y/n showed me her phone. When I got a better look of it, she was on her Spotify profile, in it had a playlist called Emily.

“You made me a Spotify playlist? For me?” “Yeah, it’s not made of your favorite songs. But I tried to put in it songs I hear when I’m thinking of you. Songs that remind me of you.”

I started to get emotional.

“But you don’t do playlists. Why did you do it?” “Because I know Spotify playlist is your love language. I am sorry for not following you, I promise I didn’t even know that was even a thing. But I like your playlists, I do. Especially the ones you made for me.”

“I’m sorry I overreacted. It was stupidity.” “A little bit. But it’s you, and I respect that you think this is something important. So… I followed you and all your playlists. And I’ll do my best to keep track of whether you created a new one or not.”

I pull her on a crushing hug and passionate kiss. I have my own playlist now. Can you believe this? And better yet, my own girlfriend who made it.

“Thanks. Now, come one. I want to hear my playlist. Did you know nobody ever made me a playlist before? This is so cool.”

I grabbed my phone that was already connected to the bluetooth and entered Spotify to play the playlist. I searched for her name and entered so I could select the playlist. But before I could enter Y/n hit my arm slightly and when I looked at her to ask why, she had a shocked look on her face.

“I can’t believe this. Are you for real?” “ What?” “You ignore me the whole day, you discuss with me because I don’t follow you. But you don’t follow me either on Spotify?” “What are you talking ab…”

When I looked at my phone again my eyes wided, indeed I wasn’t following my girlfriend on Spotify. Shit!

“Look, in my defense…” “No, no defense. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” She argued back. “Come on babe. Don’t do that. Until today, you didn’t even have a playlist. Why would I follow you?” “Why? Let me repeat what you said to me earlier “because you’re my girlfriend”.”

She has a point! A big one.

“Dammit. Sorry?” “I can’t believe this. You owe me a massage now.” “Why?” “Is that or the couch? Your choice.”

I gave her a look, checking if she was telling the truth. But when I saw she wasn’t going to back off I made the wisest decision.

“I’ll get the oil. Can we just put the playlist to play first?” “Okay, but I think you would rather put the second one.” “Second? You made me two playlists?”

“Yeah, the first one is for when we are apart and I miss you.” “Oh, this is cute, I love it babe. And I love you.”

I hugged her and gave her a kiss. She broke the kiss and started walking toward the bedroom.

“Oh, and the second is for when we are together…. in the bedroom.”

My eyes widened again, this time full of lust. She smirked at me and entered the room already taking her shirt off. I was fast to press play on the second playlist and brought the music box to the room. Let’s just say she got the massage and something more.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #emily sonnett x reader #emily sonnett #woso x reader #woso imagine

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xsamuu · 2 years

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ᵀᴼᴷᵞᴼ ᴿᴱᵛ ᶜᴴᴬᴿᴬᶜᵀᴱᴿˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱᴵᴿ ᴸᴼᵛᴱ ᴸᴬᴺᴳᵁᴬᴳᴱˢ PART 1 :>

ᶜᴴᴬᴿᴬᶜᵀᴱᴿˢ- Mikey, Draken, Inui <33

💌ᴺᴼᵀᴱˢ- This idea was soo fun to do so this will be a multiple part kind of thing. Tysmmm @trixminx for writing this with me I had so much fun and can’t wait to start part 2 💕💕 (we did this on google docs and there are bloopers of us just being stupid yall lemme know if ya wanna see those too oke oke baiiii)

ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳˢ- None loves 😫💕

Sano Manjiro (Mikey) ➤ Words of Affirmation

Mikey loves everything about you

You’re his home, his protector, the love and light of his life

He just can’t say it

He tries so hard as well </3

Probably has a plethora of nicknames and petnames for you which are the most unheard of like ‘my silk pillowcase’ or ‘ my lil lampshade’ 🥺

‘I think you look like a sexy motorcycle VROOM VROOM’

He tries to be cute and says ‘UwU no one else could come up with half the names I come up with sweets’ but gets mad when he hears Takamichi stole a name for Hina >:( Originality: lost.

Really appreciates a s/o who can communicate their feeling properly

Yall have a little self day talk every month on a Friday or Saturday with lots of snacks and good times after

He likes making his own little language with you even though it makes no sense to anyone but him.

Just tell him he’s pretty and special and how much you need him <3

Overall he cares so so much that there isn’t a normal way for him to say it, ‘A simple love you would be boring, right pretty’ -w-

Ryuguji Ken (Draken) ➤ Acts of Service

At his smol smol age this guy was taking care of mikey, all he knows is service -free up draken man 😔-

He likes to give, he’s a giver ok!!

Although he likes feeling appreciated and being with someone who tries just as much as he does

That’s his bread and butter 😌

It’s hard for him to express his feelings through words so why not use actions to show you his love ❤️

In truth it’s the small things that help nurture his infatuation with you tbh.

You offer to help out at the shop, run a bath for him when he’s tired or sick those lil domestic things UvU

‘Babe did you put my phone on charge before you left x?’

‘Yeah you fell asleep watching Netflix again xx’

Sometimes when both of you are way too tired your both still trying to help the other ‘ lemme make you something to eat real qui-‘ ‘no it’s fine I’m running you a bat-‘ ‘that’s kind and all but I’ve laid out the massage kit and al-‘ you too will keep going on till you both agree to jump in the bath and eat grapes.

Inui Seishu ➤ physical Touch/ Quality Time

Lil meow meow Inui ain’t the loudest in the bunch but you need to remember to give lil meow meow his daily kisses and hugs or he might wilt

This boy is so touched starved please 😫

He loves when you trace over his scar while giving little butterfly kisses and gush about how pretty he is ✨

Ideally a perfect Saturday night for you two is you hands in his hair, him laying in between your legs on tiktok

THIS BOY AIN'T SHY DON'T LET HIM FOOL YOU HE LIVES FOR DRAMA. LOVE AND HIPHOP, KEEPING UP WITH THE KARDASHIANS, RUPAUL YOU NAME IT, HE’LL BE THERE FACE MASK LAID AND ROBE WRAPPED

HE CAN GOSSIP FOR GOD ABOVE AND WILL RIP YOUR DOG AND SISTER APART

He is so easily influenced too sometimes when you come over when it gets quiet and he’s just doing something you’ll hear a lil ‘misssss vangieeee’ ‘MISSSSS VANGIEEEEE’ but he can and will deny it with his life 🌚

‘BABE OH MY GOD THEY SENT LAGANGA HOME HURRY’

‘NO SHE WAS THE HYPE OF THE SEASON!! PAUSE IT IM STILL PISSING’

He loves how he can be himself around you and he hopes you feel the same— spoiler alert you do <33

In the comfort of your home y’all are secretly talking about everyone and their mums it’s a real problem but it’s cute

Live, laugh and loving in heels all day you and lil meow meow try on drag looks on each other, no one said they were good but they were enough for you two

When you’ve been gone for so long and forget to give him his daily lil kiss and cuddle he’s hang around like a cat waiting for food, rolling around and sticking his head in your face until you realize what he wants

‘awww babe you just wanted a hug, why didn’t you say so ☺️’

#xsamuu.candy🍭#tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #manjiro sano #sano manjiro x reader #mikey x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #draken #inui x reader #inui seishu #inui fluff #mikey fluff #draken fluff #Tokyo revengers collab #AAAA THIS IS SO CUTE PLS

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cvbullshit · 5 months

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Incorrect Quotes CV edition but with Cassie bc she needs more love

Cassie: Ow! Dust: What’s wrong? Cassie: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow. Dust: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.

Cassie: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK! Dust: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

Cassie: I wouldn’t put it in those words exactly. Dust: Why not? Cassie: Because I don't know what they mean.

Dust: Who hurt you? Cassie: *snorting* What, do you want a list? Dust: ...Yes, actually.

Dust: What if one day you just suddenly turned into an almond and you couldn't scream or do anything about it because you were just a fucking almond? Cassie: Are you okay?

Cassie: Can we go to a haunted house? Dust: What’s wrong with the one we live in? Cassie: Wh-what? Dust: Goodnight, Cassie.

Dust: I am a responsible adult! Cassie: *raises brow* Dust: I am an adult.

Cassie: So, what are we doing? Dust: Wasting our lives. Cassie: I meant for lunch...

Cassie: I can’t tell if you’re a genius or just incredibly arrogant. Dust: Well, on a good day, I’m both.

Cassie: We’re kind of missing something guys. Xeno: Cohesion? Deonie: Teamwork? Satas: A general sense of what we’re doing? Placid: And Dingle is not here. Xeno: Oh, and that, yeah.

Cassie: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier. Cassie: Violently practices. Satas: Violently studies. Xeno: Violently sleeps. Placid: Violently shoots pictures. Dingle: Violently boxes. Deonie: Violently murders people. Xeno: Violently worries about the previous statement.

Dingle: We have a problem. Xeno: Let me guess, you caused it? Deonie: Gimme a sec, I'm not drunk enough to listen to this yet. Cassie: And it's another Tuesday, your point? Satas: Would shooting you solve this problem? No? Then shut up. Placid: If you're mean the fire, that's our solution to last week's problem.

Deonie: Those moments when straight people assume you're one of them and you feel like a gay secret agent. Cassie: Lesbionage. Satas: Bi spy. Xeno: It's an ace case. Dingle: Secret gaygent.

Deonie: So, does everybody understand? Satas: Yep! Xeno: I don’t think we’re on the same page. Cassie: I don’t think we’re in the same book. Placid: I’m personally on a kindle. Deonie: …I’ll take that as a yes. Satas: Was I supposed to read something???? Dingle: I’d rather watch the movie, thank you.

*The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one* Cassie: I will not let you down. Deonie: Sounds fun. Placid: K. Satas: No, I'm fucking not. Xeno: Do I have to be? Dingle: Please god, I am so tired.

Dust: Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone’s cheeks, look into their eyes... Dust: ...And violently jerk their head until it snaps. Cassie: ...That took an unexpected turn. Ruined Roxy: So did their neck.

Cassie: But what about Mr. Dust? Ruined Roxy: Don't worry about him. Ruined Roxy: I once watched him fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating his hotdog like nothing happened.

Dust: Ruined Roxy has no survival skills, their need to win has replaced them. Cassie: That can't be true! Dust: Watch this. Dust: Hey Ruined Roxy, race you to the bottom of the stairs! Ruined Roxy: *Throws themself out a window*

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143 pt. 2

Hwang Hyunjin x afab!reader

Pt1 here.

MasterList

Genre: smut, angst, collage au! Friends to lovers

Other pairings: Han Jisung x Lee Minho

Warnings: smut, nail kink, un- and protected sex, fingering, oral, mention of alcohol, mentioned masturbation (m), slight edging, cock warming, semi-public sex,

Word count: 6.8k

Character count: 36.5k

A/n: this is even longer🫠 anyways! This is pt. 2 of the 143 Hwang Hyunjin x afab!reader. Please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language so I apologise for my mistakes beforehand. This does not represent any real people this is all fiction.

You were drunk. Really drunk. What happened between you and Hyunjin, didn’t help at all, you are walking down the hall with the dorm-doors on both sides of you. Hyunjin had given up on his jacket and had thrown it over his shoulder after your bathroom experience. He also couldn’t bother fixing his messy hair, which made him look even more drunk. You’re carrying your heels in your hands but still can’t walk straight. The both of you are laughing about some old memory you accidentally mentioned on the way home from Minho’s party. You reach Hyunjin’s dorm and you stop. “Oh you wanted to sleep over?” He asks and tilt his head to the side. “No- I mean sure, but that wasn’t why I stopped. Your dorm is here, there’s no need to walk me home. It’s only 7 numbers down.” You answer, giggling. “That’s nothing to worry about. As you said yourself: it’s only 7 numbers down. You think I’m that out of shape?” He laughs as your face changed as the last words left his lips. “God I hate you sometimes.” You answer, “but I’d love sleeping over, if that’s okay with you and Jisung of course?” You say with a teasing tone while running your hands over his jaw and neck to put your arms around his neck. He grabs your waist and pull you in for a passionate kiss. He gives out a smirk followed by; “yeah. I bet Jisung isn’t home anyway. He’s probably hooking up with someone at Minho’s party” he laughs as he softly pull away from you. “I just gotta go home and tell Jeongin I’m back alright?” You say as Hyunjin make a fake jealous face. “Don’t look at me like that! Jeongin is not quite my type, and I’m not his either.”

You knew that. Every time someone asked if you had slept together (as you were one of the “unlucky” girls that had to share a dorm with someone of the opposite sex (they were seriously acting like this was middle school)) he always looked so annoyed. And you fully understood that. You knew he loved you, and you loved him. Just not like that. That one time he brought someone over, you were really surprised, cause’ she seemed to be very different from you. Before that happened you thought Jeongin had some feelings for you, but you were convinced it was just his was of being respectful.

“Do you have a problem with me following you home?” He chuckle. You sigh. “No. Let’s go then” continued by a smile. Before you barely moved Hyunjin picks you up and was carried you on his back. You let out a small squeak by his actions; “Jin!” You say flustered, “oh shut up. You know you like it,” he says with a laugh, able to read you like a book. It’s not the first time he carried you like this. Just the first time after the feelings appeared. The feeling of being wrapped around someone you loved and adored made you feel so secure. And tired. Your energy definitely drained at your intimate moment. The alcohol in your blood was what keeping you going.

Hyunjin reach into your purse to fetch up a key before carefully lifting you down. “Ladies first,” he says with a fake British accent. Waving his hands toward the entry. “Y/n!” You hear a familiar voice from the living room. “Hey- Jisung?” You say confused as you thought it was Jeongin’s voice. The two men are sitting in the living room playing cards. “Jeongin is ordering pizzas, you want anything?” Jisung asks. Jeongin notice the two of you, smiling as it was obvious the date didn’t go terrible. You look at Hyunjin, who had put a hand around your thigh. “Sure, anything would be great!” You answer.

You enter your room to throw your bag on the bed and change into something more comfortable. “Can I watch?” Hyunjin say with a smirk and giggles as you removes your shirt. You sarcastically roll your eyes at him as your bra are revealed. You pick out a white, oversized T-shirt from your drawer and put that on. You roll down your skirt, as your panties were revealed. You could feel Hyunjin’s eyes hovering over your body but he is respectful and doesn’t do anything. He lets out a slight smile by your beauty. You take your sweatpants from your closet and put them on before crawling on top of Hyunjin. Hyunjin was leaning on the headboard of the bed and you place yourself on his lap, giving him a peck on the lips. He smells like alcohol and lust. “Do you wanna change as well?” You ask, pointing to the set of his clothes you always have at your place. He nods and get changed quickly.

You play a few different card games as the doorbell rings. “Pizzaaaaa” Jisung vocalises as he runs towards the door. When he opens the door, no pizza is to be seen, but a girl. “Hey Jisung, I know this isn’t your dorm but is Hyunjin here?” Jisung looks awkwardly toward you sitting on the sofa, “uhm- Hyunjin! Chae-won is here.” Jisung yells. Chae-won looks relieved and gave out a smile. Before Hyunjin stand up he gives you a reassuring hand squeeze.

You can’t hear what they’re saying, but there’s silence in the living room. You can feel the two boys’ gaze going between the door, you and each other. You see two arms wrap around the tall man standing in the door frame, but he pushes them away. He says something with a louder voice, you still can’t quite hear what they say. Hyunjin close the door and make his way towards the living room. You turn your head towards the others sitting across you. They quickly look away, and pretend to fiddle with their cards.

Hyunjin walks in with 5 pizzas in his hand. “Wait-“ Jisung tries to say but is interrupted by Hyunjin’s answer: “she met the pizza deliverer on the way, and he asked for help to find the dorm. She placed them beside the door.” “Beer? Soda?” Hyunjin looks at you.

“I’ll take water. We have school tomorrow,”

“Crap that’s right. Why did Minho throw a party on a Sunday anyway?”

“Minho..? Oh how is he?” Jisung asks quiet.

“Wait you didn’t go the party?” You tilt your head to the side.

“No I uh- I wasn’t invited.” Jisung says silently. That was weird. Jisung is always invited to party’s, he is usually the life of the party.

There had been some hard (both figuratively and literally) feelings between the two boys. You weren’t quite sure, but didn’t ask. They used to be really close though.

Jisung was on his way back to his dorm and he gives Hyunjin a quick look. “Oh did you wanna sleep over y/n? Jisung is leaving now, and I’m the only one who has a key.” Hyunjin asks. Jisung had apparently lost his key at some girls house once. “Yeah! Bye In!” You yell and close the front door behind you.

On your way back to Jisung and Hyunjin’s dorm, Jisung eyes how you and Hyunjin’s hands are locked together. “You two finally a thing? Crap!” You look confused at Jisung.

“What do you mean?” You ask, confused.

“Now I gotta listen to you fucking every day AND I lost a bet with Jeongin!”

Hyunjin bursts out laughing, clapping his hands

“No, you know what? Maybe that’s not a bad thing” Jisung adds with a smirk. Normally you would’ve been embarrassed, but the alcohols seemed to have an effect on you (funny enough).

“Looks like we’ll move to my dorm then,” you say teasingly and stops walking.

“No! Please I haven’t had an orgasm in like 5 days!”

“5 days? That doesn’t sound like Jisung,” Hyunjin chuckle.

“Oh really? How long has it been since you had one?” Jisung ask mockingly and you try to hold back your laugh. Hyunjin looks at his watch and squeeze your hand. “About 4-5 hours ago,” he say with a smirk and Jisung quickly looks at you before looking back at Hyunjin. A wave of disappointment hits his face and a groan left his lips.

The time was currently way past midnight. You join Hyunjin in bed after removing your bra and brushing your teeth. “You know, I thought a lot about earlier and- was the stretch too much for you? I’m sorry if it was, I was just- or probably still am too drunk,” Hyunjin mention as you tug yourself under the blanket and resting your head against his bare chest. “I know all this just started today, but I wanna make it up to you. And I also think that Jisung could use something other than his normal go-to porn.” Hyunjin chuckle. You can hear faint groans coming from the other side of the wall. Not groans of pleasure but groans of struggles. “I mean only if you can manage tha-“ you interrupt him with a kiss that is starting to turn into a make-out session. “The stretch was a lot, but totally worth it,” you say in between tongue wrappings.

Your lips parted again, you can feel his breath as he lets out a chuckle. His lips are tracing down your jawline, your neck and going to your collarbone. “Lift up?” He says as he tries to get your shirt off. You do as commanded and your bare breasts are revealed. “Goddamn. I could never get enough of these” Hyunjin say muffled, “Jin-“ you moan. “Be rough please,” you beg and place your hands on the top of his head to press it further down to your breasts. His cold fingers making you whimper.

“Just tell me if we’re going too fast alright?” He makes sure before a sudden change in his eyes that almost scare you. Hyunjin slides his hand down your underwear. A groan escapes his lips as he feels how wet you already are. The vibrations from his groan making you moan as well. His fingers sliding through your folds and making circles on your clit before one of his fingers enter your core. “Fuck-” You moan a bit too loudly as the struggling groans stop from the man on the other side of the wall. Hyunjin pumps his finger a few more times before adding two more. Your moans fill the the room and Hyunjin pulls his fingers out, not far from your high.

“Crap!” You moan as you try to trap his hand to put them back into you. He clearly had some experience in this. He shoves his two fingers in your mouth and cups your face with his free hand. “You’re so perfect,” he compliments as he watch you taste yourself.

You aren’t sure if it was the strong feelings or the alcohol or maybe a mix between both that makes the both of you move so fast. But you have known each other for 13 years. You knew him, knew every bit of him (now physically and personally). He leans down to kiss your bellybutton, and grabs your waist. He leaves kisses and hickies on every inch of your body, claiming it as his.

You can spot his erection poke through his sweats. You reach a hand down to rub on it to please him as well. A groan leaves his lips; “eager are we?” He say, pinning your hands above your head. “Down on your knees.” Hyunjin commands, throwing a pillow on the floor to protect your knees. You do as said looking at him, rolling your hips from the tension between your legs. Hyunjin pulls out his length and you wrap your hands around it. He hiss as your cold hands touch the tip to spread the pre cum that had formed from all the fingering earlier. You give him a quick kiss on the tip before taking him all the way in, making you gag.

“Shit. You’re so good at this y/n,” Hyunjin moan as your lips wrap all over his cock. “You think so?” You laugh, giving him a few strokes before continuing the head. “Fuck. I bet Jisung is having the time of his life right now.” He chuckle, throwing his head back. You stroke the part that you can’t fit in your mouth and hollow your cheeks more and more. “Fuck- so good.. so good for me-“ he moans.

You pull off with a slight pop to catch your breath, your hands still stroking him. Your long nails clicking together once in a while,

“fuck. Those nails,” Hyunjin say

“Shit. Did I scratch you?”

“No they’re - fuck - they’re so hot”

“You have a thing for nails huh?”

“I uh-“

“Don’t be embarrassed, everyone has something that turns them on. You know, it’s good to know.” You give him a smirk as you stand up to give him a kiss. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he gives you a slight slap on the ass. “God. You think you can handle me now? Please tell me if the stretch is too much alright love? I don’t want to hurt you again.” Hyunjin wants to confirm with you before doing anything that could hurt you. You nod. “Go ahead then. Lay down,” he says, gesturing a hand towards the bed. You lay down spreading your legs.

Hyunjin are going at an incredible speed. At the first thrust he stopped so you could adjust for a minute before giving a quick smile and he slowly continued. His pace was now at an impossible speed. The room are filled with your moans and sounds of skin slapping together. Hyunjin throws your legs over his shoulders and hits all the right spots. “GOD YES” you moan as he growl into your neck. Sweat are dripping from Hyunjin’s forehead, the only cold thing between you two are the chain around his neck.

“C-coming,” he pants as he releases into the condom. Your second orgasm arrives as well.

“Are you okay?” Hyunjin asks as he softly gives you a kiss on the lips. You’re drained from energy, and as soon as pulls out, you put his shirt on and tug under the blankets again. “Okay!? More than okay! How do you do that?” You ask with a chuckle, still struggling to catch your breath. “What time is it? 02.30!? We’ve been going for almost 3 hours? There’s something special with you y/n” he say with a smile, before joining you in bed. You quickly fall asleep with Hyunjin’s arms around you.

You wake up with the light from the pretty sunrise shining on your face. Hyunjin are sitting and painting, or at least trying to. “Good morning,” he says as he puts the paintbrush on the table beside him. “How are you? School starts in two hours” the feelings from all those months came rushing back. He looks so beautiful with his blonde, messy hair. So- angelic “I uh- I’m hangover” you say as a headache come rushing to your skull. “Yeah, me too. Stupid of Minho to throw a party on a Sunday anyway.” He stand up and sit beside you.

“Yesterday-“

“Was it too much? Are we moving too fast? I’m sorry if we are, but my feelings for you haven’t changed. I’m in love with you y/n and I’ve been for the past five years. I wasn’t sure before but after summer- I wasn’t unsure anymore.”

“Five years? Oh. I’m sorry Hyunjin. And with everything that happened between me and-“

“No no. It’s fine, I’m just happy I got to be so close with you for all those years,” he smile.

“Me too. That vacation really changed you huh? Everyone seem to be so into you. More than they used to.”

“They just can’t handle how handsome I am,” he jokes.

“Handsome? Hah.” You joke back,

Hyunjin throws a pillow at you and rolls his eyes

“Breakfast?” He ask

“Shower.” You answer.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Your heart skip a beat. Hyunjin might’ve seen you naked while you had sex, but that was different, now he had to see you naked in front of him in the shower. All your insecurities suddenly come rushing back.

“If you want to of course?” The look in his eyes changes from playful to more questioning. “No! I mean yeah, of course I want to. It’s just-“ you hesitate. You aren’t sure how to tell him that you’re insecure of your body. “I won’t look. I can just hold you if that’ll help? I promise you, you’re beautiful.” He state. “Alright. You go first then.” Just as the words leave your lips he gives you a kiss on the forehead and leaves the room.

Five minutes later you can hear the water start running, and that’s your call to leave the room. You pass through the living room and the kitchen and just as you were about to open the door, you spot Jisung at the corner of your eye. “Good morning y/n,” he was quiet. Not like in a sad or awkward way more- respectful. “Good morning? D-“ “you bet.” That was the last you heard, as he closes the door to his room behind him. That was your signal to enter the bathroom.

You stand there all naked. If you wanted to run it should be now. Should you? No of course not! The boy you had those strong feelings for are standing right behind that curtain- “you coming?” A voice say, from the shower. “Yes I uh- just close your eyes.” You say a bit ashamed of the fact that he knew all along you were standing there. “Of course.” You take a deep breath in and step into the shower. He stands there. Closed eyes with his head tilted upwards, the water running down his face. His Adam’s apple on full display. His plump lips being hit by the water running down his tall body. You take the last step and you are now resting your head on his chest. “Are you okay with this? I can leave if there’s a problem.” Hyunjin say as he lowers his head onto yours. He gives you a kiss on the head and opened his eyes. All he can see is the top of your head, and the shower curtain in front of him. “I’m more than okay. Please don’t leave.” You say as you look up into his eyes only giving him a sight of your chest pressed onto his. A smile appears on his lips and you tuck you head back into his chest.

You’re sitting waiting for the bell to eat so you can finally get something to eat. The last 10 minutes of history seems to be the longest you’ve ever waited. The girl sitting beside you was sick today but she would normally have been able to help you with taking notes and understanding what is being said. You stare into the back of Hyunjin’s head. Admiring how beautifully half of his hair is put up in a ponytail. Chae-won seems to be looking at Hyunjin once in a while but he ignores her. Hyunjin looks back at you, smiling. Ice cream? He mouths. You give out a little smile and just as you are about to nod, a harsh pull in your hair from behind, makes your head being thrown backwards. You turn your head to look behind you. The stinging feeling from your scalp are making your anger rise.

Jeong-hun. “What the hell Jeong!?” You whisper. “Move your big head I can’t see anything!” He whispers back. The bell rings and the both of you stand up. He is taller than you but that doesn’t stop you from giving him a harsh slap across the face. You can see his friends laughing in the corner. He grabs your collar and pull you close to him. “Those pretty little lips of yours, maybe they’re not worth ruining. At least not with this kind of violence. I might just take them aaaalll to myself.” He says with a smirk. You manage to pull yourself free of his grip and land on the floor. Just as he’s about to walk closer to you he is met by a punch. “Arh- what the hell- Hyunjin?” He says surprised; “what the hell man!” Jerk. You thought. Even if the two of you weren’t dating he would still have stood up for you. “Fuck off.” Hyunjin says. Jeong-hun narrows his eyes considering if it is worth it to take up the fight. Hyunjin’s face expression is calm. But you can feel the rage coming from him and clearly Jeong-hun can as well. He rolls his eyes and say; “you’re no fun anyway. Come on, let’s get some food guys.” Hyunjin turns to look at you and squats in front of you. “Are you alright?” He ask. “Yeah. Thank you.” You say with a smile. You stretch your neck to see if anyone was still in the classroom. You lean in for a kiss and Hyunjin follow.

Jisung walks into the classroom. “Can I watch?” He ask with a smirk. Hyunjin’s lips leaves yours and he stand up, offering you a hand. You take it and are quickly standing up again. Hyunjin walks over to Jisung and are greeted by; “three hours? That’s a new record dude! Aren’t you tired?” Jisung asks, “I’m hangover. Did it help?”

“You bet! God. Please stay at our place every time you decide to fuck!” Hyunjin rolls his eyes and looks over at you and that is your signal to come over. Jisung eyes you when you walked their way. “She is quite a catch,”

“This is not some kind of game Ji. I love her.”

“You do? Damn, never thought it would actually happen between you, well one times gotta be the first.”

You take Hyunjin’s hand. “Hey Jisung, what’re you doing here?”

“Watching you two make out on the floor” he jokes

“No, I just heard there was a fight, wanted to make sure you were okay,”

“Yeah thank you, I’m okay. It wasn’t that serious but Jin came to the rescue. Not that I wouldn’t have been able to do it myself,” you joke and do a fake punch in Hyunjin’s stomach. He join the game and pretends to fall over in slow motion.

“Yup. I’m leaving now, this is too lovey dovey for me” Jisung laugh and leave the classroom. “So? Ice cream and a movie after school?” Hyunjin asks, “okay!”

“Oh c’mon! You seemed to like my nails so much last night.” You chuckle teasingly.

“Your smile is pretty-“

“No! No talking around this!”

“… fine. Only if I get the pretty hairband.”

“You don’t need a hairband for a manicure-“

“Now you do.”

“Then you have to put a face mask on as well.”

“… no”

“Looks like I’m cutting my nails then!”

“Okay fine! Put the stupid mask on me then,” Hyunjin say, followed by a sarcastic eye roll.

“Yay! Thank you Jin!”

“Don’t tease-“ he says looking to the side as he blush.

You file and paint Hyunjin’s nails and notice how his chest start to rise quicker as he watches the smooth precise movements you do with your hands. “Fuck. Your hands are so pretty,” Hyunjin say. “I can’t believe you have a kink for nails,” you laugh and place yourself on his lap. “Shut up. I can’t help it,” Hyunjin groan and place a kiss on your lips.

You feel it. His hard on. “Fuck- I’m sorry, I just can’t control myself when you’re like that-“ He apologise. You start slowly rolling your hips and locking your lips onto his. “Oh but I’m on my period, we can’t,” you say with a teasing tone and continue to grind against him. “I-It’s probably good we take it slow anyway. Crap.” it is only the thin layers of clothes between the two of you. “Fuuck baby” he groan. Your make out session continue for a while but he suddenly grabs your hips to stop them from moving, “if you continue I won’t be able to stop,” your foreheads are locked together and you can feel his hot breath on your swollen lips. “Let’s continue the movie then,” you smile and crawl off his lap, “me practically riding you probably wasn’t the best idea either.” “Yeah, let me just- go finish up. gosh you’ve made a mess already.” He chuckle.

The movie ended and you are hungry. But not only for food. You’re extremely turned on after your make out session, “Hungry?” You look at Hyunjin with wide eyes as a if he could read you like a book. “Yeah but can I hop in the shower first?” You want to relax, wash all the thoughts off of you. Hyunjin said it; ‘it’s probably better if we take it slow’. “I’ll make you some food then, princess.”

‘Princess..’ you need that shower. NOW.

“Mhhmmm” your eyes rolls in the back of your head, “this is so good! Did you make this?”

“No Felix made it. He left some when he was here.”

Hyunjin had met Felix at a dancing competition and they got really close. If you weren’t his best friend, Felix would definitely be.

“Oh he visited? I thought he was still in Australia.”

“He got back last weekend and he came over with this.”

“Well it was delicious, can we go to bed now?”

“Yes, let’s go” Hyunjin gives you a peck on lips and the two of you go to bed.

It has been two weeks since you and Hyunjin had had sex. ‘Taking it slow’ gosh, this was too slow. Everything was suddenly a turn on. How his black hair was slowly growing back, the way he scratches his neck, the way his hair was tied in a half ponytail, the rings on his fingers and how he would change his position in the boring chair once in a while. You need something. No. Someone. Him. You need Hyunjin in some way. You stare at the back of his head, chewing on your pencil as a thought cross your mind.

You raise your hand, squeezing your thighs together as you wait for the teacher to notice. “Yes y/l/n?” “Can I go to the bathroom please?” You asks. “Yes.” You stand up and brushes your fingers along Hyunjin’s arm as you pass by him. You can feel his eyes following you as you leave the classroom. Hopefully he got the hint, or you’ll have to do this yourself.

You enter the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Hyunjin loved you. You still couldn’t get that out of your head. Love. You check every stall to make sure nobody is here.

The door opens and in step the tall, handsome boyfriend of yours. He walks over to you and grabs your waist and you throw your arms around his neck. “Please Jinnie- I need you so bad. We haven’t slept together in two weeks!”

“You wanted to take it slow-“

“No you wanted to take it slow. Plus, not sleeping together for two weeks isn’t taking it slow.”

“I said it cause I didn’t want to scare you off. I love you. If you want to, we can move faster”

“Whatever. Please just fuck me Jinnie!” You say throwing your head into his chest. Hyunjin places his hand on the back of your head and locks his lips onto yours. You move into a stall and Hyunjin makes his way to your breasts but you push him away and guided his hands towards your crotch and you can feel the heat coming from your core. “Can I pull that pretty skirt off of you?” You hear the lust in his voice. “Please.” And so he does, revealing your black laced panties. “May I take that shirt off of you mister?” You jokingly say. “Oh please madam,” he joke back, his tongue resting on your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter.

“Fuck-“ Hyunjin kisses your clit and inner thighs through your panties. This was just what you needed, then it didn’t matter that it was in the school toilet. He runs his fingers along the rem of your underwear and pulls them off.

Hyunjin’s tongue is making circles around your clit while two of his fingers are curling up inside you. You are sitting on the toilet with Hyunjin eating you out. The wonders he can do. “Shit. Hyunjin I’m-“ just like that he pulls away, “wh-“ you’re interrupted by a hand covering your mouth. “Someone entered” he whispers in your ear. He is fast, his movements precise. He picks you up and places himself on the toilet and slowly lifts you down on his length. “Fuck you’re tight-“ he whispers with a low groan. Neither of you dares to move. You bury your face in his neck as you are adjusting to his length. “Are you alright?” He whispers, “y-yes” you manage to say. You do not want to get caught even if it might’ve been a turn on for someone, it isn’t for you. Those were some of the most popular girls talking, if they caught you everyone would suddenly know that you were fucking Hyunjin on a toilet.

“Omg did you hear what Minho said?”

“No what?”

“Hyunjin is sleeping with y/n!”

“What!? No way! Why her? He’s like too handsome for her.”

“Aren’t they like best friends?”

“Yeah but apparently Hyunjin had always liked her.”

One of the three girls that had entered the bathroom groan; “oh come on! I was totally gonna ask him on a date today, he looked at me at lunch!”

“No you weren’t. We all know you don’t have the confindence to ask Hwang Hyunjin out.”

“But if you suddenly get it, you can always ask him- like they’re only sleeping together right?”

“I think so. Minho saw them at his party a few weeks ago.”

“Oh yeah that’s right! They’re friends aren’t they?”

“Yeah, Jeongin, Hyunjin, Felix, Chan Hyung and… Jisung”

“Jisung? Does Jisung and Minho know each other?”

“Yeah apparently something happened between them. Didn’t Minho Hyung tell you anything, Min-ji? He is your boyfriend.”

“No he doesn’t really like talking about it. And me and Minho didn’t start dating before his party.”

“And besides I-“

The girls leave the bathroom. “You know I’m not only with you to sleep with you right?” Hyunjin say. Wow that thought hadn’t crossed your mind before. “Yeah- I wasn’t doubting that, I think the two weeks proved that,” you chuckle.

“Can I move?” You nod.

“Fuck, how are you always so tight y/n?” You only manage to whimper in response. “You’re so - fuck - cute like this” Hyunjin says with a heavy breath “all fucked out by me, your messy hair is so beautiful.” You pick up your pace, “Hyunjinah-“ “fuck y/n-“ he lifts you off and stroke his cock a few times before long ropes of cum runs down his toned body. You grab some paper to clean him up. “Do people know we’re together? You told Minho?” You ask confused.

“No I-“ he sighs “when I whispered in his ear, I asked if there was somewhere more private I could take you. Not that I was planning to sleep with you but-“

“Nono, I totally get it. I was only curious.”

“Great. I just really don’t wanna lose you over some stupid argument.” He says while putting on his belt “by the way. Felix, Chan Hyung, Jisung, Jeongin and maybe Minho Hyung is meeting up later. You’re welcome to join if you want to?”

Felix was one of sweetest people you had ever met but Chan Hyung? You had only met him a few times. The older boy seemed caring and extroverted but you didn’t know him that well. He probably didn’t remember your name anyway. You had only met him when Hyunjin and Felix performed and he went to give Felix a birthday gift. You also met him at a party a year ago. But you were just talking with Ryujin a we-are-friends-when-the-popular-people-hates-us friend. But she was cool. The point is that you weren’t really talking with him you only introduced yourself once.

“Yeah, I’d love to.” You say, slipping on your panties and fixing your skirt. You turn the lock and walk out of the stall heading towards the mirror to check if there was any signs of your little hook-up. A little messy hair but that was gone in a second. You tighten your tie and head towards the door. “See you in class lover boy.”

The boys chose a club that was just down the street. Minho is no where to be seen, but the tension between him and Jisung hasn’t changed. You and Hyunjin sits at the bar and laugh about something nobody would normally remember. The two of you arrived early for once. A few minutes after your arrival, Felix arrived. “Oh hey Felix! Long time no see, how was Australia?” You ask and hug him. “It was great seeing my family again and visiting Sydney.” Felix is an exchange student from Australia. He has Australian background and visited his family for the first time in a year.

Later Chan arrives, followed by Jeongin and a doubting Jisung. “You’re y/n right?” Wow. Chan Hyung actually remembered your name, you are surprised. “The one and only.”

“Christopher Bang,”

“Oh I thought-“

“Yeah you can call me Chan, that’s my Korean name.”

“Wait- are you Australian as well?”

“Yeah, born and mostly raised in Sydney. We moved back to Korea when I got older.”

“Oh well-“ a tap on your shoulder interrupts you; “y/n look.” And so you do. In walks Minho. Jisung freezes before downing his drink and ordering a few more. Minho greets Jeongin and his eyes only quickly goes over Jisung before moving to Felix to greet him.

Jisung is quiet. He hadn’t seen Minho for a while. Or so you assume. Your curiosity is killing you so you finally decide to take action:

“Excuse us for a second,” you say with a smile and pull Hyunjin to the side. “You gotta tell me what happened between them! You always tell me everything,” you say with a serious tone but your puppy eyes is the trick. “I promised Jisung I wouldn’t tell anyone but- alright. Jisung had developed feelings for Minho and they had slept together but weren’t anything official. Jisung apparently walked in on Minho making out with a girl. I don’t know who she was, but I think he knew her.” Hyunjin say, looking around to make sure no one is listening; “they got into a huge fight. I don’t know if it got physical but it was bad. Minho Hyung didn’t leave to visit family, he left because he couldn’t even look at Jisung. He’s back now and with a girlfriend.” Hyunjin sighs.

“Wow- I didn’t know it was that bad-“ you give Hyunjin a quick peck on the lips before heading towards Jisung. You sit beside him; “if this is too much- we can always drive you home. I didn’t drink too much yet and I can stay sober if you need that.” You say to Jisung. “Thank you y/n, but- I think I’m okay. Plus I have all these to finish before leaving anyways.” He points to the three drinks he ordered. “There’s no need to drink your emotions away. They’re all gonna flood back tomorrow then.” Hyunjin says and place a hand on Jisung’s shoulder.

Jisung promised he didn’t need a lift home and he could handle it. But you could always call an Uber if it all ended up in too much anyway. You and Hyunjin is dancing in the crowd. Bodies dragging up against each other, the loud music, the bright lights and the smell of alcohol and sex always ended in you being turned on. As well is Hyunjin. He’s grabbing your hips as you rock your body to the music. Hyunjin holds your jaw, lips dancing not even inches apart but something stops you. Hyunjin turns around, a girl had tapped him on the shoulder. “Hyunjinnie! It’s so good seeing you again!” She almost yell.

The three of you manage to pull yourself out of the crowd and was now back at the bar. “Jessica? What’re you doing here?”

“Well my Christmas holiday started early, and I thought of you. And I’ve never been to Korea, so here I am!” The European girl says

“Oh well that’s- very nice of you,”

“Who’s your little friend?” ‘Little friend’ you think to yourself

“This is y/n, my girlfriend.”

“Oh so you’re taken now? What a shame. Well I’ll order a drink, I’ll be back in a few”

Hyunjin can feel your eyes drilling holes into the back of his head. “Look- she-“

Hyunjin sighs. “She helped me around in Italy when I was totally lost and well- we-“

“You slept together?”

“Yeah. We did. But I promise you, it’s only you now!”

“Jin-“

“I got the break I needed and she helped me find myself like I needed. She really helped me and- we didn’t just sleep together,”

“You were dating?”

“Yes but we knew it wouldn’t last! I needed to get back to Korea, and she needed to continue her studies.”

“Hyunjin-“

“And I didn’t know she would show up-“

“HYUNJIN. It’s fine. You’re a grown man, and we weren’t anything back then. I’m glad you found what you were looking for. I don’t care who you slept or dated with back then. The most important thing is your health alright?”

Hyunjin swallows. “Just- okay”

“I’m gonna go check on Jisung, I can’t seem to spot him anywhere.”

You can’t seem to find him anywhere though. “Felix? Did you see where Minho went?” Hopefully they weren’t toring each other apart somewhere.

“Yeah I think he went that way,” he points towards a door apparently leading to some smoking rooms and more quiet places.

“Thank you,” you say and leave the bar.

You pass through the hallway, the smell of smoke seeking into your nose. You hear chatter. No. Laughter? You walk closer to the room where the sound comes from. Crap. You thought. Shouting.

“You just left Minho!”

“Do you know how confusing everything was!?”

“I could’ve-“

“No Jisung. You couldn’t.”

“Please Minho-“

“Look. It was great the short time it lasted, but I’m not like that anymore.”

“Was it just a hookup? You didn’t feel anything?” You can hear Jisung starting to tear up.

“Please Jisung-“

“And that girl? Did you feel anything for her!?”

“Jisung I left everything because of the feelings I was feeling! I don’t understand anything that’s happening to me alright!?” The frustration in his voice make you realise you probably shouldn’t be listening to this.

Just as you turn to walk away, Minho say: “Jisung? Crap!” You turn around to see what was happening. “What happened?”

“I’m not sure he just collapsed- we were- discussing things and he got upset and just-“

“I’ll get my phone and call someone.”

“Do you know how much he drank?”

“He drank a lot. I think he needed some kind of- distraction.”

“Alright. Grab me his back, yeah?” He request and you follow.

“He’s sensitive to that much alcohol. I had to learn the hard way.”

Minho is sitting on the floor with his arm wrapped around Jisung while the other one looks through his bag. “Here we go.” He pulls out a glass of pills, “do you have any water?”

“No, I can go get some.” And that you do.

“Is everything alright y/n?” Felix ask

“Yeah, no worries”

You walk back with a glass of water in your hand but just as you enter the room you see Jisung awake, being held by Minho, with their lips locked together.

Jisung notice you. “Oh sorry y/n-“

“No it’s fine,” you place the glass of water on the floor “you two do you. I’ll give you some privacy.”

You walk back into the bar, trying to spot Hyunjin. You spot him at the dance floor and you start heading over to him but he isn’t alone. Jessica has her hand at the back of his head and her other hand is slowly making its way to his crotch. “Get off Jessica,” he says, pushing her away.

“Oh come on Jin, your little girlfriend isn’t here.”

“Don’t call me tha-“

“She is.” You say

“It was very generous of you to come here to visit Hyunjin, but there’s no need to be all over your ex like that.”

“Like you know anything. He was all over me, loved me.”

“So what if he did? He loves me now. He has for the last five years.” You lean even closer to her with a smirk on your lips.

“He was so lost. All I did was help him. He would be gone without me.”

“I was the one to tell him to take that vacation, I even helped pay. His mental health had nothing to do with you. You might’ve distracted him for the moment and thank you for that, but it’s over now.”

“You’re pretty you know that right?”

“Yeah. I know.”

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A/n: Merry Christmas everyone! This series is gonna be longer than intended cuz’ I have so many ideas😭. I hope you’re up for that🫶🎄🎅🏻🎁

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