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chiibi-chaan · 1 year

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Ryomen Sukuna//Obsession. Part 1.

Content warnings// NSFW (+18, minors dni), fem! afab! reader ('she' used as reader's pronoun), Sukuna being out of character , stalking, paranoia, stress leading to sleeping problems, taking sleeping pills (reader), non-con/dub-con, somnophilia, oral (f! receiving), marking (bite marks, hickeys). English is not my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes.

synopsis// She was nothing special, just a normal office worker, and yet, she attracted the attention of something she couldn't understand, something she could not even dream of, not even if this dream was a nightmare.

Word count//1.7k

A/N: I don’t really like the end so it’s possible that I’ll do a part 2, if you want it of course. If you have requests please make sure to read the rules beforehand.

Here is the part 2.

⚠︎︎there is dark content in this fiction, which I do not support in real life. Please, stay safe and do not read this if you feel that you could be uncomfortable.

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It was already late, or at least, late enough for the sky to be imbued with a hue of profound blue. Y/n stepped forward into the street that led to her house, swathed in a coat that provided her with some respite from the chill of the night. She didn't particularly like walking alone at night, but she wasn't overly concerned either, as she knew that the place where she lived was rather safe. Yet, on that particular night, a sense of unease crept upon her, her intuition whispered to her that something was not right, that the further she walked along the sidewalk's cobblestones, the more she felt like she was rushing headlong into the lion's den. Her body was taut, the hair on her arms bristling, while she held the keys to her house firmly in her hand. The absence of light in the street served to heighten her uneasy intuition. The street light had all gone dark, leaving her engulfed in pitch-blackness, with only the feeble moonlight illuminating her path. She kept walking, putting her uneasiness aside and finally reaching her house, opening her front door and then locking it as she stepped inside. She sighed, calming down a little now that she was in the safety of her house. She didn't even have the words to describe what she felt out there, she had the sensation of being scrutinized from all sides, as if eyes were tracking her every move and gesture, and she didn't feel safe at all, she felt like a prey chased by a beast; a beast taking pleasure in frightening her. But now she was safe once again, she was in her house, alone. Or at least, that's what she thought. She removed her coat and her shoes, walking barefoot to her bathroom, and as she looked at her own reflect in the mirror, she sighed again, wincing a little as she saw the dark circles under her eyes. She wrestled with sleep, and when she finally slipped into slumber, she was abruptly jolted awake by dreadful nightmares, as if her mind was being manipulated to show her these terrible things. She was tired, stressed by her work, by what happened earlier, and all she wanted, all she needed, was to sleep. She washed her face and quickly removed her clothes, taking a quick shower and putting on a big shirt and panties as pajamas. She didn't want to take sleeping pills, but she knew that she wouldn't find slumber this night either if she didn't. But what she didn't know, is that taking those pills, was the worst mistake she could ever make in her life, because with this simple action, she gave to the most evil being roaming this earth a chance to finally touch her freely, to finally be able to touch the object of his obsession.

She swallowed the sleeping pills before walking to her bedroom, sitting on the edge of her bed and closing her eyes briefly. Her eyelids felt already heavy and she sighed in relief, the pills apparently already working. she lied down under the bedsheets, falling asleep almost immediately after her head touched her pillow. After a few minutes, the room became suddenly colder, even though the windows were closed. A tall and muscular body appeared in the darkness of the bedroom, coming out of a corner and towering over her sleeping form. His red eyes glowed in the dark as he looked down at her, his lips stretched in an ominous smile while he brushed her cheek with his fingertips. He didn't know why he liked her that much, or why he waited all this time before claiming her, he could just have taken her away, keeping her captive in his domain, where no one would see her, or find her. But he didn't, because he liked to see her free, he liked her smile, and he knew that she wouldn't smile anymore if he took her away. Even if he was tormenting her, playing with both her mind and body, he let her keep some freedom, at least for now.

"...such an ignorant girl... were the nightmares I made you see to your taste? I made sure to let you see some good things sometimes..."

He leaned forwards, whispering with a deep yet low voice, his lips trailing along her jugular before kissing her pulse point. He sat on the edge of the bed, and cradled her face in his hand, his black nails brushing against her cheeks as he leaned down again, a small grunt escaping from his lips as he kissed her. His tongue slipped between her slightly parted lips, and his other hand gripped the headboard, his fingertips digging into the wood, making it crackle under the pressure. He pulled away from the kiss, letting go of her face and then removing the bedsheets covering her body. He licked his lips and smirked as he saw what she was wearing, his gaze trailing down her legs, before staring at her thighs, his hand gripping one of them and squeezing it. He spread her legs, giving himself room between them so that he could lay down comfortably, before pulling up her shirt, kissing and sucking on her skin, more marks blooming on her breasts and shoulders.

"I'm sure that you'll be frightened tomorrow, when you'll see that... But I have no other choice, Y/n... I have to claim your body, to mark it, if not... I will have to take your freedom away..."

He growled softly, his teeth digging into her neck just hard enough to leave a mark. She was in deep slumber, breathing faster from time to time or moaning quietly in her sleep, the faint sound being enough to make his cock hard and twitching in his pants. Sukuna kissed her again, his hands gripping her panties and tearing them apart, not even taking the time to just remove them; he needed her, he waited too long already. He knew that what he did was bad, but he was the embodiment of evil, he was a curse, the king of curses. However, he didn't want to hurt her either, so he made sure to be as gentle as he could, trying to control his strength as he held her. He held her thighs and pulled them over his shoulders, his head facing her cunt. He groaned quietly, his eyes closed briefly as he inhaled her scent. He was mesmerized by her. He was at the same level as a devil, he was a sin, he was the temptation, the snake manipulating the innocent; and yet, here he was, sinning himself in the comfort of between her thighs. He was obsessed, mad with desire, he roamed on this earth for as long as he could remember, he tasted more women that any men, he shared his bed with the prettiest women this world has ever seen, and yet, it's her who made him feel like he was drowning, like he was submerged and out of breath. She took his breath away the moment his eyes landed on her, and he was finally able to breath again now that he was touching her. He kissed her inner thigh and sucked on her skin, leaving more marks behind. His fingers held her thighs firmly, and he finally gave some attention to her cunt. He could hear her gasping and panting as he parted her folds with his tongue, collecting some of her slick and then sucking on her clit. He closed his eyes, holding her thighs a little harder and eating her out like a starving man. He groaned again, his eyes opening in slight surprise when he felt hands gripping his hair, pushing his mouth even harder against her dripping cunt. He looked at her with hooded eyes, grunting quietly and sucking harder on her clit, it seemed like she was half asleep, her eyes half opened and her fingers weakly tugging at his hair, her hips bucking slightly against his face.

"feeling good, pet?"

She whimpered quietly in response, clearly not in her right mind, her eyes glazed over as she fought to stay awake. He closed his eyes again, his big hands gripping the top of her thighs, making her grind against his face harder, his tongue slipping into her. She moaned a little louder, her clit throbbing against the tip of his nose and her fingers tightening their grip on his hair. Her mind was completely foggy, pleasure clouding her brain as she felt her body relax while he made her feel good, all the stress and the frustration she accumulated finally going away. Her back arched a little, and she bit her lip, feeling her orgasm building up deep in her belly.

"That's it, pet... relax and let me take care of you... Just let it all go..."

He grunted softly, his voice sounding so mesmerizing, so bewitching, that she couldn't help but give in to him, her thighs squeezing his head gently. Sukuna looked deep into her eyes, not even blinking as he made her climax on his skilled tongue. He let go of her thighs, letting them fall back down on the mattress, and got on his knees, leaning forwards and kissing her passionately, letting her taste herself on his tongue. His hand cupped the back of her neck, and he held her head close to his, his tongue exploring her mouth as he looked into her half closed eyes with his own hooded ones. He pulled away, slowly letting go of her neck, resting her head back down on her pillow. His fingers brushed some of her hair away from her face, before he stood up, stepping away from her bed, letting his body be engulfed by darkness.

"You're mine, angel... so don't forget what happened tonight, because I'll come back... to claim you as my queen."

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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So, there's this song that I've been listening to non-stop.

Kind of an oldie...with Robbie Williams. LoL.

I imagine a scenario in my head of Reader and Loki who were once in a relationship and had a falling out (because of whatever reason - maybe of his insecurities). But he sees that the Reader is fine after the break up (she isn't really, she just acts like it) and it bothers him that they moved on so quickly.

But he tries to get her back because he really does love her 😍. I thought this would be so cute.

Resurrected Love

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: What once had been undying love between you and Loki, had seemingly turned into dust. After the breakup, the god just isn't himself anymore; barely coping with losing the love of his life. Unlike you. You seem to be just fine; having moved on quickly. Or was it just an illusion? Nevertheless, Loki decides to try to get you back. Will he be successful?

Warnings: sadness and heartbreak, thirst? angst, swear words? suggestive smut, fighting/shouting, fluuuff - tell me if I forgot something!

Word Count: 4,5k

a/n: Ahhh first of all, I'd like to apologise... Sorry @mochie85 that this took me SO long... 🥺 Thank you again for making me the incredible Baby Fever mood board! 🥰 I hope you like this little present I got in return! ☺️💝

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Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist

The blaring sound of the alarm clock ripped the sleeping god out of his peaceful slumber. Groaning, Loki moved his hands from underneath his pillow and instead buried his head underneath said pillow. Bare, muscular arms pressed down on the soft, fluffy cushion; trying to drown out the noise. In vain.

A deep, husky grumble left his sore throat, before he reached out blindly to shut off the alarm. Tossing and turning in the bed, he came to lay on his back; big palms running over his face and rubbing his tired eyes. A few rays of sunshine peeked through the emerald green silk curtains; illuminating his small, cosy bedroom. Loki sighed and stretched; causing the light duvet to expose his bare torso. His gaze was directed towards the ceiling; idle and aimless. The god could still feel the tiredness and exhaustion in his bones. Not his physical, though. His mental exhaustion. It just wasn't the same since you were gone. Since you packed your bags and walked out of his apartment. Out of his life. He could sleep for hours and yet he didn't find rest. His bed was so small, but without you he was afraid to get lost in it.

Not even five minutes later, his alarm clock told him again to stand up - and he had no other choice but to give in. Shutting it off, he sat up in bed and rolled out of the comfortable confines. Sighing, he pulled the curtains to let the first rays of sunshine into his bedroom, before he slumped to the bathroom. Dressed in nothing but black briefs, Loki came to stand in front of the mirror of his cabinet, hanging above the sink. He couldn't help but to look at himself. Look at the picture of misery he had become. Dark rings were underneath his eyes. His hair was tousled and resembled more a bird's nest, than a glorious, untamed mane of a god. Fingertips grazed his cheeks and chin; feeling the black, scratchy stubble which had grown so wildly. He had let himself go since you were gone - and he knew it. But it had been pointless. Sure, eye circles, messed up hair and a wild beard was nothing a bit of seidr couldn't fix, but... It couldn't fix his broken heart, so what was the point in using it?

Nevertheless, the god was forced to regain his 'good looks'. There was a very important meeting today. A meeting he couldn't skip like the last ones. Thor would bite his head off, if he wasn't going to appear. After all, this meeting was about his future... With another deep sigh, Loki went to work. He took a shower first; cleaning his ethereal body and godly locks. After that, he shaved; getting rid of his beard. Once his skin was as smooth as it could get and clean shaven, he got dressed; slipped in one of his finest suits. Loki absolutely wasn't in the mood to leave his apartment - but he had to. And so, the god closed the door behind himself, already regretting it.

Absent-minded Loki walked through the white, plain hallways of the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters; on his way to meeting room number 204. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, and so it came how it had to come. The god ran into somebody. His hard, strong chest collided with a way smaller, softer body. "Norns," Loki cursed under his breath, "Apologies. I don't know what-" but stopped dead in his sentence, when he registered who he ran into. "Y/N..." Your name fell from his lips so easily, and yet it felt like he was committing a crime.

You were standing in front of him, like frozen to the ground. It was the first time he was seeing you since the breakup almost a month ago. Sure, he hadn't left his apartment in that time, but he had heard from his brother that you had been away a few weeks on vacation - and it seemed like it did you really good. Of course couldn't the god help himself but to ran his eyes over your body. You wore your familiar shield uniform. The one he had ripped off your body countless times. Your Y/H/C hair was loose; framed your face beautifully. Unlike Loki's face, yours looked well-rested and refreshed. No bags or dark circles underneath your eyes. All in all, you looked recovered and yes, happy. Not in the slightest hurt or broken - like him. His eyes travelled upwards. Loki knew he was on a self-destructive path, but what was he supposed to do? His heart was screaming at him; yelling from the top of his lungs to give into it. Oh how much he loved you. Still. And then it happened. His deep blue eyes collided with your Y/E/C ones - and suddenly he felt like drowning; the world burning to ashes right in front of him. It brought back everything. All the memories. Good ones and bad ones. And all the pain.

"Lokiii!" You yelped, as he wrapped both his strong arms around your thighs and lifted you off the chair; hindering you from decorating the Christmas tree with another bauble. "Let me down!" Smiling, the god shook his head and tightened his grip a bit - only to let you know that he had you. To show you that he would let nothing happen to you. "Not until you finally speak your mind, darling." "W-What do you meeeeean?" You shrieked up, as Loki carried you away from the safety of the chair. "Tell me, if we can finally call ourselves a couple." You blinked down at the handsome god, who threw you that smouldering look which turned your knees into jelly. "I-I, uh..." He smiled again, winking. "Come on, darling." You couldn't help but giggle; shaking your head. "Lokes... We didn't even have our first kiss!" "Oh, that can be changed in a heartbeat," he purred and let you down quickly. Before you could even catch up to what was going on, his perfectly shaped lips danced with yours.

"L-Loki, p-please, I-" You moaned helplessly; writhing on the sheets beneath him. "Shhh, my goddess," he shushed you immediately; interrupting you. "Don't speak. Just feel," Loki panted; nipping at the inside of your thighs, before hypnotising blue eyes meet yours; pupils blown wide with lust. The god wore a smouldering, yet dangerous smile. A predator looking at his prey. You were completely at his mercy - and you loved every second of it.

Your hand found its way into your lover's hair; finger winding through those long raven curls. You gently tugged; nudging him on to finally do something. "Please..." You whispered; breathless. The hairs on the back of your neck raised up, when Loki gave you another smouldering smile, before he lowered his head. Your breath hitched; a chill ran down your spine at the anticipation. You knew what was to come - but you'd be never prepared for it.

"Darling, please." Loki's voice was unstable, pleading; on the verge of breaking - filled with pain and regret. Tears shimmered in his eyes. Tears of despair. Not hope. He felt like the ground fell out from underneath his feet. He was losing his grip; felt like falling into an abyss of darkness - blindly.

You shook your head, as you threw the last item of clothing in your suitcase. "No, Loki. No. Don't 'darling' me. Please don't make this even more difficult as it is." The god watched you helplessly; running a hand through his hair. "If it is so difficult for you, then why don't you just stay?" He sounded so sad. So... desperate. You swallowed hard; jaw clenching in order to suppress your own tears, before you turned to face your now ex-boyfriend. You looked him straight into the eyes, but with the seconds ticking by in silence, you avoided your gaze again - unable to stand the hurt, wounded look in his blue orbs. "Because I can't, Loki. I just can't. Don't you see? I cannot do this any longer." Now it was Loki who swallowed. "I-I understand that, lov- Y/N, but please... Give us another chance. Let us keep fighting for this love!" You snorted out a bitter laugh at his words; "Fighting, he says..." shaking your head. "I already fought so hard and long for this! For us! But apparently you were too blind to see." Your nerves were on edge; stressed out by the past weeks. "I tried and tried and tried to get through to you, but all you ever did was shut me out!" Loki wanted to answer something; opened his mouth to speak, but you immediately cut him off.

"Don't you dare pull the 'I don't understand you' card now! Because it isn't true! I do understand you! I always did! This was never our problem!" You were almost shouting by now; all the bottled-up emotions exploding within you. "You know what the problem is, Loki, huh?! You know what?!" His chiselled jaw flexed. You could tell that he was losing it as well. "Tell me, Y/N! Tell me!" He shouted; gesturing around wildly. "Scream it to me, if you have to!"

You took a few dangerous steps closer, before whispering: "Your damn insecurities." Loki gasped; almost stumbling backwards. This hit hard. Bore a knife straight through his heart - and yet he knew, that it was true. And the realisation of it made him even more angry. On himself. His hands clenched into fists; desperately trying to keep his cool. Unsuccessful.

An almost maniacal laugh escaped his lips. "Oh, I am the problem now?!" "Yes! Because you never managed to let your damn guard down around me! We've been together for over almost two years and you still don't trust me enough to just let me in! I know that your childhood and past was not easy and quite dramatic, but you can't just hide yourself away from the rest of the world for eternity!" You snapped; taking deep breaths and let the accusing words you just spat at Loki sink in. Loki said nothing; just stared at you. "Because if you do, it's going to eat you up inside someday..." You added in a way quieter voice; almost whispering. Then you returned to the bed, in order to zip the suitcase shut.

Behind you, Loki sunk to his knees; the harsh truth and reality finally hitting him full force. He knew. He had always known, and yet he couldn't bring himself to open up. He tried to fight his demons a million times, but he always lost the fight. He should've tried harder - better, because now... Now it was too late. He had lost you - because of his insecurities. Tears streamed down his face, as he started one last attempt to stop you from walking out of his life. "Y/N, p-please, please... I am so sorry, I am so sorry. Please... I-I can't lose you. If you leave m-me now... I-I'll drown a-and sink."

You swallowed hard; tried to fight against the desperate screams of your heart to stay. You had never seen him so... lost and vulnerable before. It tore at your heartstrings. But you had to do this now. There was no going back. "I'm sorry, Loki, but like I said... I can't. I can't keep fighting against the walls you have built up around you." With those words, you walked past him, "Goodbye, Loki." and out of his bedroom - out of his life. It broke him and his heart. He was nothing more than a wreck after that day.

Loki swallowed hard at the vivid memories, playing out in his head. He had to fight hard to not lose it completely in front of you and to not break down and cry. As for you, you seemed to be completely fine. "Loki." You said in a regal voice, giving him a nod - as if you didn't have a whole lot of history together. As if you never had told each other all of your secrets and wishes. As if you never had shared the deepest bond possible between human beings - mentally and physically. You greeted him like you were nothing more like acquaintances. It hurt Loki; bothered him, how quickly you had moved on. So, he tried to hide his emotions and not letting show how much of a wreck he was.

"What..." His voice cracked, so he cleared his throat quickly. "What brings you here?" The god asked; gesturing blindly towards the meeting room. "I, um, I was assigned to overwatch the meeting." Loki's eyes widened at your words, so you quickly added: "Believe me, I don't like it, too, but it is how it is." Don't like it too? Loki asked himself. Norns, he could've screamed from the top of his lungs how happy he was about this. Just to be able to see you without an excuse for a longer amount of time was like heaven for him. He wanted to answer something, but was interrupted by the arrival of Nick Fury, some of the Avengers and a few other S.H.I.E.L.D agents. "Loki, Y/N," the man with the eyepatch greeted you, before he opened the white, wooden door for everyone to get inside. "Let's get over with this, Laufeyson." Loki swallowed hard, then nodded obediently and stepped inside the big, barren room.

Throughout the whole process, Loki couldn't focus. His thoughts were circulating around you. It was all he could think about. He was so absent-minded; he didn't even listen to the others talking. Only the voice of Fury caused the god to snap out of his trance like state. "Well... It seems everybody has the same opinion..." The man with the black coat started, before he turned to face Loki directly, who sat at the very top of the table. "S.H.I.E.L.D and the United States of America allowing you to stay - as long as you're going to play by the rules." Loki swallowed and nodded - still not entirely present in his mind. "You improved; did a great job as an Avenger. Keep it up, Laufeyson."

Fury's words were the last ones of the meeting. Most agents scrambled to get out of the room; having other duties to tend to. Most of the Avengers clapped Loki on the shoulder or gave him a short nod of approval - and you? You were watching him from the sidelines. Seeing him again after almost a month had caused your feelings to run wild again. They were so quiet and chilled during and after your holiday, and now? Just one look was enough to set everything on fire again; storms battling within you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry - but most of all, you wanted to run. That's what you did. You fled from the meeting room; unable to be in his presence a second longer. When Loki settled his look on the chair you sat in, it was empty. Scanning the room for you wasn't fruitful as well. He sighed. You had left already, of course. Why shouldn't you? It had been nothing more than a job for you. Nevertheless, it was another small cut into Loki's already bruised and battered heart.

From that day, where once again his fate had been decided, he started to see you more often. Probably because he left his apartment more often as well now. He started to find hope again and decided to not just give up on you. Loki had made that mistake once - and he'd never let it happen again. He wasn't just giving up. Oh no... Now he was really going to fight for you, because one thing was certain... He still loved you with all his heart and he wanted you back. For good this time.

Over the next days and week, Loki repeatedly placed little cards, gifts or flowers in front of your office in the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters. It was an easy task for him to sneak incognito inside the big building. Nobody knew and nobody recognised him. At first, you were quite confused and surprised...

You hurried to your office; messily rearranging the weapons belt around your waist on the way. You were late. Ten minutes already. Your alarm clock just decided to take a vacay today and not wake you up. "Morning, guys. Good morning." You hastily greeted everybody on your way. Once you reached your destination, you almost stumbled over the little bouquet of flowers, laying in front of the door. Y/F/F (Your favourite flowers) - your favourites. Frowning and a bit surprised, you picked the flowers up; admiring them. There was no card or such. Just the flowers. "Uh, Rob?" You asked your fellow agent, who was just passing by your office. His office was directly across yours. "Oh, hi, Y/N. Good morning." "Morning. Uh, do you know who left those flowers for me?" The man shrugged his shoulders. "Unfortunately, not, no. Sorry." "Okay..." Still frowning, you took the flowers in your office. Of course you didn't notice the craftsman, who worked on the water dispenser right beside your door. He watched you disappear inside the room with oceanic blue eyes, smiling.

That was only the start. Every day, you'd find different things on your door step. Your favourite chocolates and other sweets. Cards with little poems written on them and quotes out of books. And more flowers. Every day, you went to work with an even brighter smile, knowing that a small present was waiting for you.

You picked up the little box and opened it; finding a bottle of your favourite perfume inside. A chuckle sounded from across your office. "I think you have a secret admirer, Y/N," stated Rob, gesturing to the little present with a grin. Your cheeks reddened; nodding. "I, uh, think so too." You felt really flattered, but... Were you ready for something new? For another man after Loki? Could you imagine another man in your life who wasn't the handsome, mischievous god? You swallowed hard; staring down at the little vial in your hands. No. No you couldn't.

"Do you know who it is?" Asked Rob further, but you just shrugged your shoulders. "No, I... I have no idea. Most likely one of the other agents." Rob nodded, "Think so, too." but frowned. "You don't look really happy about it." Once more you shrugged your shoulders; sighing. "I am. I mean, it's really sweet and thoughtful, but..." "But?" Your colleague looked at you expectantly, but you didn't answer at first. And suddenly Rob had a guess. "Loki... You are still not over him, right?" Defeated, you nodded. "I never was and I think I'll never be. It seems like every decision I make, every path I choose to walk on... Everything leads me back to him. I can't forget him..." Rob looked at you compassionate. "Sounds to me like Loki is the love of your life..." You swallowed hard, in order to suppress the upcoming tears. "He is. I realise that now. Too late, perhaps..." "Do you still love him?" Rob questioned you further, "Y-Yes. I do." and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Then you should tell him." "I-I don't know, I... Excuse me." You fled into your office, closing the door behind yourself. All the suppressed feelings coming back at you; crashing down on you like warm summer rain. It was overwhelming. But could you do it? Could you go back to him?

Unbeknownst to you, Loki had heard everything. Dressed up as an electrician on his daily undercover mission. His heart beat violently against his ribcage; yearning and crying out for you. It broke him to see you so broken - but it also made him unbelievably happy, because he knew now, that you were struggling just as much as he was. That you had worn a mask all the time and just pretended to be perfectly fine. It was the sign for him to finally make his move and get you back. Back into his arms, where you belonged.

It was Saturday evening, when Loki put the plan he made into action. He showered; then dressed up in your favourite suit of his. It was a black one. Black shoes, black trousers and black shirt. He rolled up the sleeves and left a few buttons undone - just how you liked. He applied a bit of the cologne you enjoyed to smell on him so much; and left his untamed raven curls hang loosely over his shoulders. Loki looked at himself in the full-length mirror; eyes travelling down his body. Perfect, he thought; smiling. Grabbing the bouquet of red roses on his dining table, he left his apartment and went straight to yours. To his luck, you lived in the Avengers tower as well. Benefit of being Ms. Romanoff's best friend.

Taking a deep breath, the god knocked gently on your door. The answer he received was a frustrated sigh. "Naaat, I told you I'm not in the mood tonight to go-" You had literally ripped the door open - and were now standing open-mouthed, with a bathrobe and tousled hair in front of your ex-boyfriend. You swallowed. There he stood… Your drop-dead gorgeous ex-boyfriend. "L-Loki?" You stammered out; clearly not expecting something like that to happen. The god smiled at you. "Hello, darling. Apologies for the disturbance, but... I'd like to talk to you. May I come in?" Blinking and still in some kind of shock, you nodded. Stepping aside, you let him inside. "For you," he said, once you closed the door and turned to face him. He held the flowers to you; still smiling. "U-Um, t-thank you." You hesitatingly - almost shyly took the flowers from his hands. A chill was running down your spine, when his warm, big hands grazed yours. A touch you haven't felt in weeks - months, and immediately noticed you missed a lot.

Taking a deep breath, you placed them on the little shelf beside the door. "What, um, what do you want to talk about?" The god standing opposite you swallowed hard. You could see how nervous he was - a rare thing to happen. "About us." "U-Us?" He nodded, "Yes. Us." and stepped closer; slowly taking your hands in his. Loki waited for a moment to see if you weren't comfortable with him, touching you - but you let it happen, so he continued. "First of all, I'd like to apologise. For everything. For letting you fight so hard and long without me realising. For not opening up to you like I should have, because you are right. If I don't learn to talk to the person I trust and love most in all the nine realms, then my past and all my insecurities are going to eat me up inside. I see that now." He was gazing directly into your eyes - and you could swear you were already drowning again inside those oceanic blue orbs. "I came to the realisation those past weeks, that I am not able to live without you. Without your love. I feel like I can't breathe when you're not near me. Your absence suffocates me. I love you with all my heart and soul. You are everything I ever wanted and needed. So please... Please give us another chance. I beg of you." You just looked at him, stunned; words failing you. "

"This is what my heart tells me," he continued, squeezing your hands gently. "If yours doesn't speak the same language anymore, then please, tell me - and I'll walk out of that room." Your gaze softened. You freed one hand from his gentle grasp and lifted it up to caress his defined cheek. "Loki..." You started, shaking your head. "My heart never stopped speaking your language. Never." The god gasped at your touch and words. "Does that mean you'll give us another chance?" You smiled; nodding and stepped closer to him. So close, that you were just a few inches apart. His hand left yours; coming to rest on your waist, while your palm wandered to land on his chest. "Yes, Loki..." "Really?" He breathed; overwhelmed by your sudden closeness, and, again your words. Once more you nodded; signalling him that you meant it. "Oh, darling," Loki sighed; a few tears rolling down his cheek. He leaned down, wanted to capture your lips with his - but you stopped him; placing a finger upon his lips. "I'll give us another chance - if you promise to trust me completely and finally open up to me." His eyes met yours again; blue eyes filled with love and vulnerability. "Let me help you, my love. Let me sooth all those scars your past has left on you," you whispered and pressed a soft, slow kiss on his lips. "I promise, darling, I promise - and I'll start tonight," Loki said, placing another kiss on your lips, before he took a step back and took your hands in his bigger ones again.

"Close your eyes, please." You were confused, but did what he asked you to do; closing your eyes. Suddenly, you felt how his hands got cooler; temperature dropping. "This time, I want to go into this relationship with showing you all of me. I want you to see me." You frowned, but kept your eyes closed. "And I don't mean me, being naked. You saw that quite often already." You couldn't help but giggle at his words; blushing. Loki smiled. Something you weren't able to see at the moment. "Well... If you put it that way, I am naked in front of you now nevertheless. Showing you my true self. The way I was born." You gasped; breath hitching in your throat. Now you knew what he was talking about. "Your Jotun form? You... You want to show me your Jotun form?" He never did before. It was a huge part of his insecurities. "Yes, my love. Open your eyes." "L-Lokes, you don't have to show me your Jotun form right away! I know how difficult this is for you! I know how uncomfortable it makes you sometimes!"

He took a deep breath; was on the verge of crying again. "I know, love, I know. And I appreciate this so, so much - but I really want to show you. If we begin again, we begin with honesty. No secrets; no hiding. Now open your eyes." "O-Okay." You were quite a bit nervous as well. You knew that this took him a lot of effort. Opening your eyes, you gasped; heart skipping a beat. His deep blue eyes were replaced by shimmering ruby ones. His alabaster coloured skin had turned into a soft blue. Unique ridges and patterns adorned every inch of his tall, strong body. "Are you afraid?" Loki's shaky voice cut through the silence then. You shook your head immediately. "No, gods, no! You're beautiful, Loki. Stunning, breathtakingly beautiful." His eyes widened; pure relief flooding his veins. "R-Really? You... You think so?" You nodded; cupping his cheeks. "Yes. And it's finally time for you to accept this side of you," you said, pulling Loki gently over to your bed.

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lynchsrqven · 10 months

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Daylight (Megumi Fushiguro x female reader)

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Author’s note: hihihi. This is my first time writing something like this so I really hope you guys like it. Please let me know if you spot any grammatical/ sentence construction errors because I’m really trying to improve my writing:)

Content: a little angst at the beginning but mostly fluff

Warnings (?): mild cringe at the beginning

Word count: 1.8k

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"Gumi?" She muttered incoherently.

"Hmm?" He answered sleepily, his voice muffled.

The day before, Y/n had had a rather miserable day. Once training was over, which was around 5pm, she had walked back to her dorm and decided to reflect back on the days conversations and failures. Well half of the conversations were also failures so there wasn't much of a difference.

Originally, She had planned to clean her room, all surfaces of whose were covered with clothes, books or miscellaneous objects, while watching a movie. Unfortunately her day had gone by so glum that the prospect of watching a fun romcom seemed like too much to bear. Wait no- actually her day had gone by just fine. Normal. Perfect, even. It was her who was the problem.

She considered watching little women (honestly insert any film/series that brings you comfort) but then decided against it. She tried to clean her room anyways, only this time it was the amalgamation of swivels and memories, chaos and dejected voices in her head which kept her company instead of the buzzing of actors and actresses voices.

Midway transferring her clothes from the deranged bed to the closet she gave up and crumpled into a heap on the ground, mirroring the dirty clothes. She took her head between her palms and attempted to cry as she watched the bust of her sweater rise and fall. Crying always made everything better. The tears would wash away the hollow-ness in her chest and provide her some kind of comfort. After some time, it became evident that they'd taken a day off and she'd be stuck with the misery and claustrophobia in her mind for quite some time. She considered going to her bed no napping the feeling away somehow but didn't find it in her legs. Eventually she laid on the forgiving floor and fell asleep there, the cool of it caressing her cheek, a sensation still prevalent when she woke up. She checked the time- 9pm. Dinner would be over in an hour. She got up from the floor, momentarily sure of her pre-nap anguish's departure. Unfortunately it was still there, engulfing her awhole as she made her way to the bathroom- the next stop for her desolation.

Finally, at 11pm, she made her way to the boys dormitory and knocked at Megumi's door. Although she wished to deal with these bouts of depression herself, the desire to see Megumi subsided the former. Megumi opened the door slightly, his head poking out of the cornor. A small shaft of light illuminated the corridor's wooden flooring.

"Y/n?" His eyes wrinkled at the corner and he was now in the middle of the door frame. "What happened?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to see you."

He stepped away from the door, inviting her in. Once inside, she stood there a little akwardly not sure of what to do or say.

"I didn't see you in the cafeteria during dinner. Did you visit later today?"

"No I fell asleep." She partly lied.

“It might be open right now. Do you want to go?"

"Won't we have to pay if we went so late?"

"That's not an issue."

"That's okay, I don't really feel like eating right now." She partly lied again.

"Are you sure?"

“Yeah."

Now Megumi was looking at her silently, probably trying to analyse her behaviour.

"So what were you doing?" Y/n asked, trying to break the partly non-existent ice.

"Reading this book..."

“Oh nice"

"Yeah it's about this war in ancient Egypt."

“Tell me more about it." She urged as she seated herself on his bed, parallel to the chair infront of his desk where he seated himself. She wanted his boyish voice to cure her. And it did. Megumi liked to read non-fiction, a fact that struck Y/n as odd. While she herself liked to read, she couldn't comprehend why someone would want to read about real people and their real lives when they could just read...made up stuff. Something to give them a break from reality rather than pull them back into it. But sometimes, when Megumi told her about the various books he'd read, she'd get the appeal. Heck, she'd even want to try one herself.

Megumi was quick with this kind of stuff. Quickly elucidating the synopsis without any unnecessary details, a skill Y/n thoroughly lacked. Soon enough he was done telling her about his book.

"How far in are you right now?" Y/n asked him.

"About a hundred pages. It's not very long though. I only have seventy more to go."

"That's great, I love short books."

"What about you? Are you reading something at the moment?"

"Er yeah- Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard." Suddenly her book seemed very inferior compared to his.

"Any good?"

"Yeah it's pretty nice. I'll tell you more once I've read a little further."

"I see" neither of you having anything to say now.

"You can go back to your reading by the way. I don't really mind. I just wanted to be near you."

"No, I'd rather talk to you." He said as he came over and sat next to her. Y/n smiled weakly at him and quietly rested her head on his shoulder.

“By the way, are you okay?" Megumi asked as he reached out and held her hand inbetween their laps.

"Yeah..."

"Really?"

"Yeah, just- just..."

"Bad day?" He offered.

"Yeah. Bad day. Very bad day." She confessed as she tried to somehow bury her head into his shoulder.

"I see."

"Yeah."

"Would you like some tea?"

Y/n laughed at his suggestion. Although she didn't really feel like having tea, she didn't want to perpetually turn him down.

“Sure, why not."

He got up and went to made them tea. Soon enough, it began to rain. Once Megumi was done, he came and sat on the bed, one of his legs folded beneath him, the other hanging down. Y/n, previously at his desk, looking at some textbooks kept there, headed back towards him and sat down in the space between his legs. They drank their tea on the bed itself, something Megumi normally didn't allow. Once they were done drinking their tea, Y/n kept the cups on Megumi's desk and then returned to their initial position.

"I like your hands." She whispered to him as she held one of his in both of hers.

"Yeah?" She could hear the smile in his whisper.

"Yeah. Their very...masculine yet fragile looking." She moved his hand up to kiss it, a slow, hushed movement. She kept it against her mouth even after it.

"I like your hair," he told her, "they remind of that river we saw on our mission to Kyoto."

"Why do they remind you of a river?"

"I don't really know. I suppose it's because you insisted on collecting rocks from it once the task at hand was done. Itadori was very enthusiastic and threw water all over you. Some of your locks stuck to your face."

"Megumi, that was six months ago." She chuckled.

"The sun was directly on you and you were laughing and throwing water back at Itadori. I was reminded of that one song you like," He paused for a bit. "Daylight. That Taylor swift song."

Y/n closed her eyes, rabid butterflies flying aimlessly in her stomach.

"I love you." She whispered as she moved her face towards his, slowly locking in their lips.

"I love you too." She heard him mumble over her lips. He rested his lips atop hers even when the kiss was over. The rain escalated, a thunder boom triumphant over the heart beat in her ears. Y/n pushed herself deeper into his embrace, wanting his warmth to engulf her. Megumi softly fell on the bed response, now holding holding her next to him, both their feets still hanging from the bed's ledge. They stayed that way for a while.

"Do you want to stay the night?"

Although they weren't actually given any information regarding staying over at each others dorms, especially if they were of the opposite sex, y/n felt it went as an unsaid rule. Not that it mattered. She had stayed over Megumi's plenty of times before.

"I would like that very much." She pressed her lips at his once more. Megumi sat up, pulling her up along with him. He kissed her once more.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?" He informed her. She nodded and laid down on his bed again. This time properly though- with her head on the pillow and a big blanked over her. Megumi joined her soon enough, his head somewhere infront her own, his arms holding her loosely, but firmly. He fell asleep that way, her breaths sofly fanning his cupids bow.

"Gumi?" Y/n muttered incoherently. She had been awake for around thirty minutes now, her thoughts keeping her company and Megumi keeping her warm.

"Hmm?" He mumbled in response, his voice muffled. She had thought spending time would make her alright but thirty minutes of remembering yesterday had bought it back to her. Megumi's voice softened something inside her and suddenly her vision was blurry and soon enough her face was wet. Megumi suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her. She could see him physically panic. He wasn't very sure on handle such situations.

"Hey," he said and hugged her.

"You know, I really, really hate myself." She said said gave out a helpless laugh amidst her tears.

"Then...do you think you'd let me love you for the both of us?"

Y/n could only sniff in reply.

They stated that way for a long, long while. Y/n wallowing while Megumi held her.

"Do you feel any better now?" He asked as he caressed her cheeks.

"I do. Thank you." She leaned into his touch.

"Well then. Let's get you something to eat? If you don't feel like seeing the others I can grab something and bring it back for you."

"No, it's fine. I don't want the others getting suspicious. Can we go to my room first so that I can change into my uniform?"

On the way to the cafeteria, Megumi held y/n's hand. Not dropping it even when an intrigued Gojo in the hallway laughed at him.

"Hey lovebirds!" Panda greeted you both enthusiastically upon entering. Nobara shifted her chair a little so you had space to sit next to her. Itadori explained the plot of some movie he had watched to all of you.

And you watched as the daylight filtered in through the window and fell on your table, making everyone glow a little. And maybe, just maybe, you could step into their familiar hue and let go of your self hatred. Under the table, you interlocked your fingers with Nobara and grinned at Megumi.

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#megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi #jjk #jujustu kaisen #jjk x reader

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coichii · 11 months

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Autum Mornings - Felix

pairing: husband!felix x gn!wife!reader

genre: domestic fluff

word count: 0.5k

warnings: marriage, mentions of food, non sexual nudity,

A/N : Hello!! this is my first time writing anything like this… so enjoy! feedback is very much appreciated!

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The suns glimmer shined through the blinds, illuminating your face and slowly waking you up. The gentle noise of the fan blowing in the room was the only thing you could hear apart from a constant noise that sounded like snoring.

After some observing, your gaze lands on your husband sleeping body. His arms are tangled in yours, giving you both warmth and comfort.

Whilst taking in his appearance, you recognize where that sound was coming from. He was in fact snoring softly, unconsciously pulling your body closer to his like second nature. This caught you off guard, considering he never snores, nevertheless you thought it was cute.

He began to stir, his eyes beginning to flutter open. A smile tugs on your lips as you take in the beauty of the man you get to call yours.

“Good morning baby.”You whisper, gently kissing him on his forehead. He smiles back lovingly, returning the kiss.

“Morning, my love.” He replies staring at your eyes, then your lips, and before you could get anymore words out, you feel his lips on yours.

This kiss feels like a gentle and reassuring warmth, intoxicating and desperate, but with no lust intended. It feels loving and deep, like if he doesn’t get to kiss you right now, he would die.

You pull away when out of breath, not missing when his lips chase yours.

“How did I get so lucky” He says, staring into your eyes and mirroring the look of endless amounts of love in his own.

“You know, you were snoring this morning” You recall, giggling to yourself.

“Really, I didn’t know I snore…” He says, obviously still drowsy.

“You don’t, I thought it was cute” you mutter, heat rising from your neck, like you haven’t said this 1000 times over. He smiles at you softly, clearly to out of it to respond.

“I’m going to take a shower then make us some breakfast. sound good?” You ask, knowing the answer already in your head.

“Yes, your cooking is heavenly ” He chuckles, getting off of you and your warmth so you can get up.

You chuckle back before getting up and walking towards the bathroom, shutting the door and stripping.

You carefully place down your wedding ring on the counter before starting the water, making sure it doesn’t slip off and fall into the drain, which it almost did once. never again.

While taking your morning shower, your eyes never leave your wedding ring, the thought about how much love you have for your husband stuck in your mind.

The endless domestic mornings of care, the comfort he brings you when you’re having a rough day or just need him. The playful home dates you guys have when you become his baking assistant. The infinite amounts of him spoiling you.

“Yeah, I need this” you say, speaking to yourself. Before slipping on your wedding ring and going to tend to your husband.

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Back to the surface (skz)

#stray kids #straykids x reader #lee felix #skz fluff #skz #felix x reader #kpop #first post #felix fluff #straykids fluff #lee yongbok

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helloabominacion · 2 years

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𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 ....

pairing: Human!namor x (f!mexican)reader

word count: 5718

warnings: eighteen+ content, a few non-con themes ( but no rape ), nicotine, alcohol, mention of a slur

note: ok, so this man has me on a choke hold, so i wanted to add my little piece of cake to all the wonderful namor x reader fics. this is more like a plot with three chapters, but there will be spicy moments in the next chapter.... also it's been a while i've post a fic so, critics? im up for it. ASLO, all the translation except the spanish ones are inacurate, if you see a mistake, let me know! and in this fic, nobody has powers, no avengers nothing like that, just kinda dosmetic, i guess?

hope you enjoy it!

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Your promises to your mother about not going overboard with your delight on this field trip that your prestigious college had paid for went down the drain just like the contents your stomach expels into the club's pristine porcelain bathroom. This vacation was the ideal justification for the students to blow off steam and unwind after a semester of extended essays and unbearable exams. But, of course, they deserved this beautiful opportunity! But you didn't earn the embarrassment of vomiting in front of the toilet.

“Que pinche suerte tengo, at least these bathrooms are clean...” The misty feeling of nausea still lingered in your mind, and you kept inhaling long breaths to appease your poor stomach. The rumble of cumbia and bachata mix tunes runs through your entire body, muffled by the bathroom walls.

After several minutes of listening to your body and being entirely sure that nothing else will come out of your throat, you left the cubicle with careful steps, the alcohol still circulating your blood. Your hands rested on the sink to support you and began to inspect your reflection in the illuminated mirror, making sure your beautiful hair looked decent. Still, a frown fell on your brows as you noticed you needed a retouch your makeup quickly.

There's no way in hell you'll let half of your classmates see you in this mess. What would Riri think? After all that time, they wasted watching tutorials on how to do your makeup instead of finishing the due essays. ( and by the way, you did finish that essay, you only need three red bulls.) You blinked owlishly as your drunk mind realized something; you forgot to notify your bestie! It must have slipped your mind while rushing to the bathroom. Then, quickly pulling out your smartphone from your purse, a surprised grimace pulls your red lips at the five lost calls and 12 messages.

You were already cursing in your native language while reading Riri's angry messages, and you knew the black girl would chew your ass out instantly for leaving her all alone. Well, technically, she's not all by herself; it was a miracle how Riri's plan was a success sneaking the princess into their flight directly a Mexico, Yucatan.

But you knew it was the worst idea your intelligent roommate agreed on, and you can't practically say no to Shuri.

And you dote on Shuri like she was your older sister who just wanted to have fun and create unforgettable memories with her loved ones, but the thought of Auntie Ramonda finding out about this tormented you sometimes. You only visit the Udaku residence occasionally because you are always busy studying. The other excuse was Ramonda's regal and elegant presence overwhelmed you; it was how she could look at you for the first time with those sharp eyes and discover your most embarrassing secrets. You jerked your head as the shiver ran down your shoulders; that's not going to happen! You'd faith in the plan, but only because they got some assistance from Shuri's older brother.

"T'challa eres un angel caido! Thank you so much for this!" Your hands made a prayerful gesture, showing how grateful you were for this great opportunity; then, you huffed sharply. Now it's time to continue putting on your makeup war because you know damn well there will be attractive and captivating individuals, and perhaps you might steal someone for yourself tonight. Who knows what could happen, and you're excited to find out. While you were fixing your makeup, you looked sideways at your smartphone and then paused at the last message you received from Riri, your eyes narrowed at the change of image on your screen. Riri was calling you, and you answered right away.

"Oye, ¿que paso?"

The shout of your name made you wince, but you kept the phone close to your ear. "CONCHA! Where the fuck are you!?"

"Wh-what do you mean where I'm? In the bathroom bitch, didn't I send you a text!?"

"Bruh! I thought you meant in the hotel's room bathroom!"

You rolled your eyes while snorting. Riri was a bit under the influence of so many Mezcal shots. "Pendeja, as if I'm going to walk like twenty blocks to go over there!"

"Fuck, okay, okay, don't worry! Let me get my key card, and I'm going to get -- wait, Shuri, stop!"

You waited for Riri to finish talking to her girlfriend. Then, finally finishing your makeup, you started packing your belongings into your purse.

“Conchita, you still there?”

“Si mensa, it’s Shuri fine thought? I can hear her laughing and shrieking.” You mused, chuckling t the frustrated groan from Riri. “Is that the reason you left me, Riri? Wanted to spend some sweet time with your princess?”

“Shut up you! Nothing like that! I had to bring her back cuz she wanted to beat someone!”

“Why?”

“These two Dwayne Johnson-looking ass bumped into me, spilling my amazing drink. They didn’t wanna apologize, so Shuri was about to throw hands with them.”

A thunderous laugh burst from your mouth, your melodious laughter filling the bathroom. You already imagined Riri's annoyed face as you cackled like a crazy bird. You place a hand on your stomach, and tiny tears prickle the corner of your eyes for laughing too much. You panted and coughed a little in an attempt to catch your breath.

“Oh my god, that’s so her, I would’ve paid to see that,”

Riri sucked her teeth but you knew there was an amusing hint behind her tone. “But Conchita, girl, I can’t leave you all by yourself! It’s dangerous, man, what if you get lost?”

“Ay, don’t worry about me, chula! Some other students are here, asi que me voy colar con ellos.” You snicker to yourself; the tequila is getting to your brain currently. “Besides, you will have the suite all to yourself,”

BEEP!

Pulling the phone away from your ear to see that Riri hung up on you.

"Que mamona, ni siquiera me dijo adios."

A creak from the door distracted you from your angry text, and a group of girls with drinks in their manicured hands entered. The second their eyes fell on you, their drunken mouths began to shower you with compliments on your hair and dress and how they loved how your heels accentuated your ass. The comments made butterflies flutter inside your stomach, and a hot wave crept on your face. You weren't used to people throwing compliments at you. A year ago, you would've shied away and possibly left the restroom with a hot shame face, but thanks to Riri's incredible support and friendship. You began to lose yourself.

Life's too short to be quiet.

With a flamboyant twirl of your body, the girls squealed happily and quickly swarmed you with questions about drinking more mezcal shots with them and exchanging phone numbers and socials. Oh yeah, this was going to be a special night.

FOUR HOURS LATER

Your heart began to fall in love with this magical city, Cancun. Its streets are still busy with locals visiting the stalls and tourists who come from all over the world to taste the exquisite meals, learn about the Yucatecan culture and enjoy the heat that touches your skin. Shot after shot and dancing uncontrollably to the music, you, unfortunately, had to separate from the new friends you made, promising to call them and make sure you'll get safely to your hotel. You took another bite of your vegetable on a stick, wiping the cream off with your tongue because you forgot to ask for a napkin. The warm air from the night brushed your shoulders and naked legs, and the waves crashing over and over against the sand sounded so captivating to you that the idea of sitting in front of the ocean to contemplate your life was so tempting.

“Hey!”

A loud shout made you stumble mid-step but quickly recovered, whipping your head behind you to see what it was and a cold sensation — dread — washed over you. Your stomach dropped right at your feet at the sight of three grown men approaching you, it seemed like there was a ten-meter stretch between you and them, but that didn't alleviate the fact that you were alone in a not-so-traveled area, and you just noticed that. Mierda, mierda, mierda! You conjure up a tight smile, your chest tightens when you breathe slightly, and a knot forms in the back of your throat. This is not happening now, not tonight please, but what you expected from reality?

“Hey, mami, where are you going?”

An eyebrow twitch while holding a frown, of course they are from the states,

“I’m ‒ I’m just taking a stroll …”

“A stroll, huh? All by yourself?” One of them questioned, no good intentions behind that smirk. Before you could open your mouth, your mothers’ words flashed through your mind. Never tell a stranger that you are alone, make them think that someone is waiting for you.

“No, no at all!” ah shit that was too fast. “I’m just going to back to someone,”

“Oh, you have friends? Maybe we can some fun together.”

“Sounds good to me, the more the merrier.”

Their cruel cackles disgusted your stomach but kept the tight smile on. Your conscious was yelling to run, to run far away and quick, but you knew you could be outrun easily.

" I'm s-sorry but my family is waiting for me. I - I have to go..."

They began to approach you with steady steps.

"Aw come on, sweetheart, have a little fun with us,"

“Yeah, loose a little with us, we can show you a good time.”

Oh, you can't do this, you were trembling with uneasiness, and your eyes burned with the urge to cry. You once again shook your head, refusing their unwanted invitation, and spun around, walking away from the trio. But your polite nature didn't stop them and they chose to follow you, taunting you and catcalling. You completely forgot the corn in a stick, and you increased the pace of your step, your heart ached from thumping so much that you believed you were going to have a panic episode.

Please, I want to wake up from this nightmare, por favor mama, ayudanme por favor.

Your bare feet led you to where it was busy, where you might have a chance to hide and be secure. Of course, you didn't know the streets and didn't have the remotest idea of where you were going, but your feet kept moving; instinct pushed the idea to run until you were secure. You didn't dare to look over your shoulder to check if they followed you; you weren't sure. So, you turned left, entering the streets of Cancun where the neighborhood was, you slipped through the streets, getting lost in the crowd, you stumbled a few times because of the poorly made road, with its potholes and high steps, but your bare feet roared in discomfort from walking on the asphalt, you need to take a breather because you were about to throw up your lungs.

You ended up in an alley between a cheap motel and an old bar, leaning against the painted wall of the motel. Inhaling deeply through your nose to catch your breath and maybe find out where the hell you were. You pulled your smartphone out of your purse and whined in frustration, a small red bar to the left glowing annoyingly. Remind you only have a little time. You had to call an Uber and take you back to Riri and Shuri; you had enough scares in your life.

“Hi, mamacita!”

A shriek escaped you, but the rest was cut off by a hand that covered your mouth, an arm crossed over your shoulders, catching you in an iron grip. Fear strikes your stomach, accelerating your heart. You thought your eardrums were going to burst!

“What? You thought you could run away, Chiquita?”

“We’re gonna have some fun, right sweetheart?”

Your cell phone slapped from your grasp, and your right arm was crossed behind your back, wincing at the pain blooming on your right shoulder. But your muffled whining wasn't going to get listened to as you thrashed around as soon a pair of hands pulled the hem of your dress and, little by little, got dangerously close to your crotch.

No matter the shameful and desperate tears streaming down your cheeks, it didn't convince the assailants cackling, mocking you. Whispering disgusting things about what they are going to do with you. You still thrashed and pulled away from their degenerate touches.

If no one will rescue you, that doesn't mean you're going to give in, and you are not giving up without a fight.

BAM!

All attention was drawn to the emergency exit door opening fully, letting out an individual. Confusion invaded you, dumbfounded by the person's attention deficiency, focused on his pack of cigarettes. With an enraged thrash and whining loud enough to get the awareness of the man in front of you, and you could almost laugh right there, it did get his attention.

“Oh, good evening.” So casually, he spoke, making you scowl, stunned. He must joking este cabron! Is he for real!?

The leader of three-step forward trying to be intimidating, but you knew something was off about this guy.

"You got a staring problem, amigo? Just walk away, bud'"

He has yet to move from his position, not even to face them and you, fiddling with his box of cigarettes. An amused smirk pulled his lips, showing a white smile, and he began to saunter towards the leader.

“I could do that, but I’ve seen each one of your faces.” He spoke, enfacing his word as he pointed at your three assailants and returned his attention to the leader. “I could walk away and easily go to the authorities and deport you out of my country….”

The way the strange man threatened them with such confidence and casualness seemed to affect them. The guy who had your dress released it, taking a step back from you, and the other one holding you from the shoulders loosened his grasp. It looked like they were going to either run or prepare to fight. You had no idea!

"Or I can fuck up each and one of you,” The smirk fell to an intense smoldering. “Teach you a lesson for being a scum. How about that option for you, gringo de mierda?”

“Listen here, you fucking wetback loser—!”

You blinked, and the stranger swung a punch at the aggressor. The other two let you go to back up his buddy, the one holding you shoved you against the floor, harming your wrists for cushioning your fall. The quarrel started, but you were focused on putting yourself together while they were beating each other asses. Stumbling and fumbling, you got up your feet, scrambling away from them and hiding quickly behind a full dumpster, observing the fight from afar and letting out a shaky exhale, thankful that your savior appeared on time, but you were now you not sure if he was a ' good ' savior.

His punches were brutal, wasting no second to unleash another strike on your assailant’s face. His powerful kicks looked like they were going to leave a mark of his shoe on their bodies, and despite his complex, he was swift. Effortlessly dodging the pathetic attempts of the others, even though there were three of them, it seemed like your savior surpassed them in all dynamics.

“U sojol, ma' le wíiniko'ob jaaj…” He spits on them with a sneer as he walks away from the fainted men, making sure he steps on each body and wander towards you. Now you could appreciate it in more detail when he approached you as you stepped away from the dumpster, shortening the space between you and him. His skin color was so beautiful that you'd bet if the rays of sunset illuminated him, he would look so handsome that it'll make you faint.

Short and unraveling raven hair due to the altercation, but what captivated you was his steely gaze that seemed to inspect every detail of your features. His facial hair covered his sharp chin, accompanied by a mustache above his lip. Then your eyes drop and widen, at what point did his shirt come open? Leaving his torso exposed, and even though his body didn't look like an Adonis, you bet if you caressed his chest, it would be solid rock.

“Do you have a lighter?”

His question shook from your gawking, “¿Que?”

Your intelligent answer seemed to irritate your savior, raising an eyebrow he questions again. “Do you have a lighter?”

“I – I do, but I think it’s my …” you didn’t smoke, but it was for Riri. “In m - my purse.”

Your savior deadpanned at you, and an uncomfortable silence fell between you, giving you an unsettling feeling until he nodded behind him. As if he was saying, " then go get it, girl"

You caught the small order and headed towards your forgotten purse, a little close to the fallen bodies, you glimpsed at them asking yourself if they were alive, but you scowl, they deserved it and snatched your purse. Returning to your savior with a lighter in your open palm.

"Here you go,"

" Can you light it up? My hands are shaking a bit bruised,"

You gulp, and you weren't even subtle about it. His accent was heavy and extremely hot. Get it together girl, he just saved you but damn stranger danger! A cigarette was already on his lips, ready to consume, and you slightly nodded. Great, this is just fantastic. You accommodated the lighter in your hand and got closer to him since you realized he was a little taller than you. Only a few inches, but you bet you could get there in your heels.

Your hands are trembling, and the igniter doesn't seem to work when you try to start it the third time.

“Wait, stay still, you are shaking too much,”

Your cheeks burned up, and every hair on your arms stood up when a shiver went through you, but there wasn't a cold draft, not with this hot weather as his rough hands engulfed yours, steading your right hand as you once again ignited the lighter and voilà, a small flame appear. The tip of the nicotine stick ignited with just a few puffs of his mouth. He exhaled a gust of smoke, invading your space as it floated away. You maintained the man's gaze for a few beats but then blushed awkwardly, you snatched your hand out of his grasp. You didn't know what you would do if he kept looking that way. His hooded gaze was causing your lower belly to get warmer, as well as something else.

He straightened up, removing the stick from his lips. " So, what did you do to piss them off?"

"I didn't do anything." A slight frown pulls your brows.

“Okay,” Your savior looked at you up and down, your scowl frowning even more.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I didn’t say anything, where’s your hotel?”

“What?”

He raises his eyebrow and smirk amused. ´” What is not an answer, where’s your hotel? I’m going to walk you there.”

As if you’re going to reveal your temporary location - “It’s the Hyatt Zilara Cancun, that’s my hotel.” Ah shit.

Your savior remains silent for a few seconds as if he was remembering something, and then he nodded. He started strolling to the opposite street of the alley. “Okay, vamonos, your hotel is a bit far, but we will make it in twenty minutes.”

“Wha-? Wait, wait so you’re just going to take me there, just like that?” He glanced over his shoulder and nodded, looking at you as if wasn’t that obvious. He wasn’t giving explanations as to why he was helping you. Something fishy is up. “But – but I don’t even know your name!”

He pauses and turns towards you, the wheels in his mind were grinding on how to answer your answer, and he gave a confident smile. “My family calls me K’uk’ulkan, but a different kind of people call me Namor.”

You hid the fact that you could finally give your handsome, shady savior a name, but you still continue with your interrogation. “And what can kind of people are those?”

“My enemies.”

“Oh,”

Namor chuckled at the pale shade on your face, “I understand you are suspicious towards me, but if I wanted you to get hurt, I would’ve turned away.” Your jaw clenches at Namor's words, a heavy insecurity you sense in your throat, and then fades away at his changed response with a mischievous smirk on his attractive face. “But that would never happen since I'm not a man like them.”

“Que chistosito cabron…” You muttered under your breath as you went to collect your heels and return to him. Waiting for him to start leading, but he seemed too busy watching your gestures. “What? Is there cream on my face??”

Namor tilted his head at you. "What's your name?"

You chewed your tongue before you blurt out your real name, savior or not. You still couldn't trust him 101%. Not until you were sure he wasn't a serial killer or worst.

“Conchita.”

Namor repeated the name, unsure if he was listening correctly.

“Sipi, Conchita, that’s my name. Don’t pronounce too much it loses its charm.”

The smile that revealed his white teeth turned your stomach into butterflies, chuckling slightly at your humor. Namor steps to your side and puts out his arm for you to grab. " After you, my lady."

“You’re the one who’s showing me, Menso.” You snorted but linked your arms anyway.

Namor chuckled and shook his head, “U ch'úupalo' ya'abtal jela'an.”

And he started to move, letting him take you through the streets of Cancun. But remember, you are only using Namor’s knowledge to bring you safely to your hotel, nothing more and nothing less.

↼ TEN MINUTES LATER ⇁

All your questions were ignored or answered with another question. When you began to have confidence in asking personal stuff, Namor would avoid it, always turning everything about you. You even thought that he was getting bored with all your personal life that you were oversharing.

But nothing like that; Namor would interrupt you for a second, only to cross a busy street, then he would ask you to continue with your childhood memories from Mexico when you visited with your mother. But you wanted so badly to know about Namor. Where did he work at? What was his favorite scent? Did he have a wife/girlfriend? Did he live alone? So many questions! He lived with two close cousins and was born and raised in Yucatan. At least, that is not bad to know about him.

You let out a loud yawn while Namor was telling a story about how he and his cousins were diving in cenotes, you didn't mean to be rude, but your exhausted body was at its limits. With sore feet and a wholly drained mind, it sounded tempting to fall asleep on the sand.

“Is my story that boring, In ch'ujuk lool? “

You offered him a giggly smile, but you were slowing down, your brain demanding rest, but you kept ambling while resting your head on Namor's shoulder. " No, nothing like that. I'm just exhausted."

" Ah, in that case, you no longer have to worry, see that? "

Your eyes went up and then watered a little. The sight of your hotel illuminated in all its glory seemed like a miracle straight from heaven. You ignored the pleas of your feet. You pushed a bit more until you finally faced the stairs leading to the hotel's lobby. Desolate was the hotel from the outside, but you knew there were still staff members inside. Namor's warmth was lulling you away while you were holding onto his big bicep as if they were a pillow.

Namor untangled his arm from yours and then took your hand in his grasp, “Well, here ends our little adventure.”

“What?”

“We finally made it.”

“Oh, yeah right.” Ay no, you didn’t want this to end, it’s too soon to say goodbye! “So, this is goodbye.”

“Indeed, it is, In lool.” Namor brough your hand to his mouth, brushing his lips to your knuckle and you were about melt right there if it wasn’t for his deep rich voice. “It was nice meeting you, despite the events of tonight.”

“It was nice meeting you too, Namor, and I know you already hate hearing me say but thank you so much for saving me. I mean, you didn’t have to do that….” Your voice cracks a bit. Oh boy, you really need to rest and be in the arm of your dearest girlfriends. You feel you were about a break in front of Namor.

Namor goes for your other hand and holds them to his chest, pulling you towards him as he stares you down with deep brown eyes. “No, no, I had to in ki'ichpam nikte'. No one deserves that type of violation on their person and less someone like you.”

The caress with his knuckles on your cheek was your breaking point. Leaning just a bit closer to his space, your nostrils were filled with Namor's cologne, salt sea water, and nicotine. And Namor was drinking every detail of your features, every mole, and the tiny scar he could find on your plump cheeks that he could kiss, observing how your stunning ( c / e ) eyes shone with the light of the tall lamp posts. They were practically glowing for him.

His nose was grazing yours closely, hot breaths mixing, and Namor could end this intense hunger to kiss you until he stole your breath, but he noticed how you shivered and that glazed look in your eyes. You're still shaken from the event in the alley.

And when you were about to cut the space between your lips and his, but logic slapped you to come to your senses, and backed away.

“Namor, can I borrow your phone?”

He blinked confused for a second but responded. “What for?”

“Well, before you came one of the guys slapped my phone away. Oh, I didn’t event grabbed it." You winced at your forgetfulness and shrugged anyway. “Meh, I’m due to upgrade and all my photos are in the cloud.” That didn’t answer Namor’s question. “I mean, I need to text my friend so she can come out…”

Namor blinked twice and huffed amusedly, he nodded and fish out his smartphone from his pocket. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,”

Reluctantly you released his hands to punch Riri's number on the phone. No calls. You didn't have the energy to speak everything through the device, so you sent two messages straight to the point. Hoping Riri wouldn't call this phone, you turned towards Namor, offering his phone back with a quiet thank you. Namor reached for his phone, but he didn't miss the opportunity for his fingers to caress yours as he grabbed the device.

You sent him a look when he put his phone away. You were not mad at Namor but at how the fuck this man affected you emotionally and physically.

“So, do you wish to go inside the lobby, and we can wait for your friend?”

You glared at Namor for a second then you glanced at the ten long stairs leading to the hotel lobby, and then back to the handsome shady savior. It’s not worth it, it ain’t worth moving your sore feet from your spot.

“I mean, we could stay outside here. I don’t mind sitting on the hard stairs while waiting in the suffocating heat for my friend….” Oh god, it was the warm weather, too warm for your tastes, you felt the sweat growing in the back of your dress. Namor licked his lips as he smiled at you, shaking his head amusedly by your rant, but he had an easy plan to fix that.

“Hey, yan my ch'ujuk concha, I think there’s a peacock behind you,” A malice glint flashed through his brown eyes.

Your mistake was twisting your neck, you pouted at the lack of the pretty feather birds, and before you could confront Namor, a squeal left your mouth as a pair of solid arms sneaked under your knees and waist. Your arms encircled Namor's broad shoulders to support, and shame began to heat your head. He didn't seem to shake as he went up the stairs with you in his arms, and being this close to his personal space was a bonus point, but you weren't going to let him know that.

“Eres un pinche cabron, pero si no fueras tan chulo te hubiera pegado…” You mumble under your breath, not making eye contact with him as he tries to search for you with a smug smirk.

“If you don’t tell me what that means, I will drop you.”

“It’s nothing, nada!” You replied quickly, earning a loud chuckled as you tighten your grip around his shoulders. You cling to him like a cat not wanting to get in the water tub.

“You should’ve told me your feet were hurting, In chan lool .” Namor chided near your ear. “And I told you so for not wearing your high heels.”

“So, my blisters can have blisters? HA! No thank you sir.”

The hotel doors were opened with the help of one of the workers when they glimpsed you from the counter. Namor nodded gratefully for the aid and went to the waiting area. He gently dropped you onto the expensive sofa and sat beside you. A heavy yawn broke out from you, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand. Then you glance at Namor with a hooded gaze, not hiding the fact you are about to fall asleep on this expensive couch with him, and beam tiredly at him, who was observing you with endearment or boredom. You couldn't tell.

“Are you tired, Ba'ax táan a cansada, in jela'an lool?”

“You know it’s not veery nice of you to say those things in your awesome language with your hot accent and voice…” You leaned into him; his arm dropped on your shoulders. Namor was smiling at your slurred words and your accent slipping sometimes.

“And why it’s not nice?”

“Because! I can’t understand shit and it juuust driving crazy what are you saying.”

“I’ll tell you what those words meant if you give me your real name….” Namor leaned down, brushing the bridge of your nose with his, making you aware of the position. That hot sensation returned with more fervor in your stomach and your intimate parts. Your hand ended up in Namor's abdomen, feeling his warmth and his muscles flex a little. You could finish all this. You can satisfy your hunger and end your desire with just one kiss.

“My real name…?”

“Yes, In yakunaj, only your name.”

You frowned annoyed again by the words, no ideas whatsoever. You brush the tip of your nose against his, almost like an eskimo kiss. Your heart was pumping blood through your eardrums, your body buzzing with heat as you nestled against his. You bet he could hear your poor heart hammering loudly.

“I don’t understand any of that, how do you even pronounce it,”

Namor smirked, eyes focused on your half-open lips. “Do you want me to show you?”

YES, PLEASE, DO IT!

Your mind screamed, but you nodded weakly. You desired those lips to burn and mark you, and you wanted them on top of you in any way possible.

Namor smiled smugly, showing few of his teeth while connecting his forehead with yours. “I need you to hear your words in jela'an floor.”

“CONCHA, WHERE ARE YOU MY GIRL?”

Shuri's thunderous shout echoed through the empty lobby, you and Namor wince, backing away from each other as your attention landed on Shuri stepping out of the elevator with stumbling steps. You stood up from your seat, ignoring the sharp pain in your feet, and headed to Shuri with open arms.

“Conchita, where’ve you been?” Shuri’s tone scolded. “Twenty-five calls, fifty text messages, and nothing! What happened to you?”

You didn't reply away, mind already clouding with exhaustion, relief surrounded you when Shuri engulfed you with her long arms.

“It’s – it’s a long story, Namor brought me here because I had no idea where I was-”

“Who?”

“The guy right behind me, isn’t he cute?”

Shuri glanced behind you then look you up and down, “ Conchita, what kind of ecstacy have you taken?”

“Uhm no?”

“Then what man are you talking about?”

You whipped your head behind you and indeed, the lobby was vacant. The couch where you left Namor was empty, and a wrenching feeling twisted your gust, disappointed in yourself for not going for the kiss. And the urges of crying took you over.

“I – I didn’t even get to kiss him,.”

Shuri cooed as she hugged you when your shoulders were shaking. “oh sisi wam omncinci othandekayo,, come on, let us go back to Riri and you can explain us...”

You let out a frail yeah while Shuri led you to the elevator and ignored the staff member approaching you with your heels and purse. So yeah, although the nightmare was over, your precious dream ended terribly. But who knows? You might see him again; you wonder to yourself. Just a little feeling that you would see Namor again, and this time, your tired mind promised to steal a kiss from him.

transations:

Que pinche suerte tengo ⇀ how fucking lucky I'm

eres un angel caido ⇀ you're a fallen angel

Oye, ¿que paso? ⇀ hey, what happened?

pendeja ⇀ bitch

chula, asi que me voy a colar con ellas ⇀ sweetie , i'm going to be with them

Que mamona, ni siquiera me dijo adios.⇀ What a bitch , he didn't even say goodbye to me.

U sojol, ma' le wíiniko'ob jaaj ⇀ you're a piece of scum, you are not men.

U ch'úupalo' ya'abtal jela'an. ⇀ what a curious girl you are.

In ch'ujuk lool? ⇀ My sweet flower

In lool ⇀ my flower.

in ki'ichpam nikte' ⇀ my beautiful flower

yan my ch'ujuk concha ⇀ oh my sweet concha

Eres un pinche cabron, pero si no fueras tan chulo te hubiera pegado… ⇀ You're a fucking bastard, but if you weren't so handsome would have hit you.

In chan lool ⇀ my little flower

Ba'ax táan a cansada, in jela'an lool? ⇀ Are you tired, my rare flower?

In yakunaj ⇀ my flower

oh sisi wam omncinci othandekayo, ⇀ oh my dear little sister,

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new camping fanfic posted by me!!!

For non AO3 users, the fanfic will be under the cut

FIRST!! WARNINGS!: Suicide, gun violence, major character death, murder!! you have been warned!!

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3:04 AM. The lamp illuminated the desk Daniel sat at, everything else in his bedroom looked like a void. The only noise that accompanied Daniel was the heavy exhales from his nose. The insomniac firmly held a sheet of paper in his hand, reading every word repeatedly without a break. The letter was from Jack Logan (his dear father) who took his own life shortly after the death of Emma Logan, Daniel’s beloved sister. Any reader could tell by the writing that it was neatly and carefully made. It was only for Daniel to admire how his father put this written message together in his final moments. Most of the epistle talked about how he did this to see Emma again and how Daniel was a joy to raise. However, the end of the letter had an important mission. Jack Logan wanted revenge on Jeff Terzi. Thanks to Jeff’s reckless driving, Emma could only be seen as a framed picture with bouquets surrounding it. Despite being against the idea at first, Daniel promised to himself that he will fulfill his father’s wish. That night he plotted many ways he could get back at Jeff. Deciding to save those ideas for later, Daniel gently put the letter in his drawer and turned off the lamp. The drowsy man stumbled back to his bed and hoped for uninterrupted rest.

8:13 AM. With a slam, The alarm clock got silenced by Daniel’s hand. Daniel groaned as he opened his bleary eyes and lumbered to the bathroom. Hunched over and gripping the edge of the sink bowl, Daniel stared deeply into his reflection. He tried to practice making fake yet convincing cheerful expressions for his shift. As Daniel stared into his mirror, he found a part of his soul was missing. When his family was undeservingly taken away from Daniel, he struggled to grasp the meaning of life. Is this the universe’s way of testing him? Daniel could only ponder what he did to warrant this. Finally, he heard what he thought to be an answer. A familiar voice spoke, it slightly resembled Jack Logan. Daniel whipped his head around to find the source of the sound. But to Daniel’s surprise, there was only himself. The voice was encouraging him to check his father’s wardrobe. Although Daniel’s initial reaction was to feel dubious, the voice was persistent and invigorated him. With a sigh, Daniel reluctantly walked over to his dad’s bedroom. It’s been several years since he has been inside his father’s bedroom. How could there be something new to that room? Daniel asked himself as he entered.

The wardrobe door opened with an eerie creek. Daniel pushed aside Jack’s varied trench coats and collared shirts cautiously, trying to find something that might bring him closer to the answers for his train of thought. Eventually with impatience, He resorted to sliding his hand across every crevice inside the clothing cupboard. When Daniel was about to question why his gut feeling brought him here, he almost froze once he felt the cold exterior of an outer barrel. Bringing it out of the shadows of the closet, Daniel obtained an AK-47. Daniel inspected the rifle in its entirety. The steel billet was cool to the touch, it definitely wasn’t new but it was clearly used with care and the gun was already loaded. For Daniel it almost felt like he was touching a cursed artifact, especially since it belonged to his father. The voice commanded Daniel to bring the gun to Specky woods. Daniel’s only option was to oblige, the instinct couldn’t be ignored and would trouble him if he tried. Besides, park rangers do need guns, anything could be lurking. That’s at least what Daniel told himself for reassurance.

10:17 AM. Daniel was assigned to set up bear traps all over the field. To say Daniel was looking forward to it would be a blatant lie. He was forced to do this tedious task over and over to the point Daniel wondered if the bear population would be lower than the deer’s in Specky Woods. Luckily, park ranger Daniel wouldn’t have to suffer in boredom alone as he had his coworker Steve for assistance. When the both of them were placing down bear traps in the area, Daniel looked up and suddenly stopped any movement as if he had turned into stone. Of course it wasn’t rare to see a family camping in the middle of the woods, quite the contrary, but did it have to be that family? Jeff Terzi, his wife, and his three kids. Seeing Jeff bonding with his children and playing in the grass made Daniel wistfully think back to the times him, his father and Emma would go on exciting adventures with each other. Watching Jeff go on with his life, free of consequences, filled Daniel with pent-up rage. If nobody was there, Daniel would’ve acted on the urge to strangle Jeff. Daniel could only let out an aggravated exhale through his mouth. Steve gives his coworker a glance out of concern, but quickly assumes that Daniel was just tired. Understandably, nobody’s ideal morning is to set up bear claws. To Daniel’s dismay, Jeff started to approach the park rangers. Daniel kept his head low and his eyes on the leg hold traps, praying that Steve would do the talking instead.

“Hello! I was wondering… What’s with the bear traps?” Jeff spoke to the park rangers.

“It’s to stop bears from killing the deers. The decreasing deer population here is concerning us,” Steve responded as if it was an obvious answer; he still attempted to keep formality and respect in his tone.

“Oh, thanks. Who would’ve guessed? silly me!” Jeff chuckled despite Steve’s face not showing an ounce of amusement. “I’ll leave you two alone, have a good day,” Jeff waved goodbye, walking back to the tents. Steve waved back at the father. Daniel put his head up to glare at Jeff with unblinking eyes, which daunted him. Jeff wasn’t the only one unnerved by Daniel’s stare, Steve looked at Daniel with a confounded expression.

“What’s the matter with you?” Steve whispered.

“I… There was a leaf in his hair, I was deciding whether or not to let him know,” Daniel lied, he tried to sound believable but his voice sounded robotic.

“I don't think staring at him was helpful,” Steve replied bluntly. Daniel continued with his task, looking away from his colleague out of embarrassment and shame. “Daniel, be honest with me, are you okay?” Steve questioned.

“Why are you asking?” Daniel’s uneasiness was visible in his voice. From Daniel’s response hardly being related to the question, Steve took it as a no.

Steve sighed sympathetically, “We’re friends, you can tell me if you have problems going on.”

“I’m fine.” Daniel’s somewhat trembling hands contradicted his words. Steve gave Daniel one more skeptical glance.

“Well I can’t force you to open up,” Steve resumed back to his job. For the rest of the shift, the atmosphere between the park rangers was awkwardly silent.

11:14 PM. A cluster of raindrops fell all over the campsite of Specky Woods. Thankfully, Daniel was hiding inside the wooden shed, watching through the window. The rain aggressively tapped against the glass pane of the outhouse. The sky was pitch black and the foggy mist made the place scarcely seeable. Even though Daniel only had to work his day shift, he lingered in the woods, watching Jeff’s every movement while in hiding. Usually Daniel would be at home resting, but he was at the mercy of what he assumed to be his father’s voice, controlling most of every action. The plan should work out perfectly. Tents are not suitable for harsh rainfall, that would mean the family of five would have to use the cave as shelter. Sadly, the family made the grave, foolish mistake of leaving their picnic basket at the campsite. Speaking from observation, the mother didn’t seem like an assertive woman. Daniel hoped the parents weren’t psychotic enough to send one of their young children to fetch the basket in this weather. Using the process of elimination, Jeff would most likely be the one to get sent to retrieve their food. Jeff was the one to walk up to Daniel and Steve while his family stayed together in the campsite, which made Daniel believe his theory was strong. Daniel put his head against the window, trying to hear for any footsteps or noise that could be from the father. Because of the obstreperous rainfall, the park ranger tried not to be too optimistic. However, with the faint sound of a closing bear trap and a man screaming, it was as if someone answered Daniel’s prayers. Hurriedly, Daniel placed the rifle and its sling over his shoulder and stole a spare flashlight to aid his vision through the fog.

The rain poured down in torrents, each drop striking Daniel in the head and his back. The armed man sniffled as he tried to find his target. It was both a curse and a blessing that whoever is above the sky decided to cast down this weather. It didn’t take too long before Daniel found himself standing in front of Jeff, pointing the flashlight at his face. Jeff looked as if he just crawled out of the trenches. He was covered in dirt and mud from falling face first on the ground; The bear trap buried its spikes into Jeff’s shin. The injured man looked up at Daniel with hope sparkling in his eyes, like he had found his savior.

“Daniel! Thank God you’re here!” Jeff cried out in relief, his tears camouflaged with the rainfall. “Can you please help—“

Daniel tossed aside the flashlight and, with swift motion, held the AK-47 to the father’s head, pressing the muzzle against his forehead. Jeff’s pupils shrunk. “Daniel? It’s me… I’m not a bear!” Jeff let out a shaky laugh, wishing that this was a massive misunderstanding.

“Shut your mouth. Don’t make this harder than this needs to be,” Daniel whispered harshly through his gritted teeth. Daniel tried his best to not to look at Jeff. This man has a family, just like Daniel used to. Does this make him any better? Daniel started to have regrets of threatening this man but he had to remember that he lost everything due to him. His sister, his father, they were no longer there but Jeff still remained. It may not make him better, but it wouldn’t make him worse, would it? Many thoughts raced Daniel’s mind as he hesitantly wrapped his finger around the trigger.

“Daniel!” The trembling man shouted, “You’re being ridiculous! Can’t we just talk like rational adults?”

Jeff reached out and grabbed the gun by the barrel in an attempt to move it out of his face. As if his hands had a mind of their own, Daniel flinched and pulled the trigger. The bullet mushroom made Jeff’s blood and brains splatter all over the muddy grass. The scarlet drops stained Daniel’s uniform. The rifle fell out of Daniel’s grip; he stared down at the father’s disfigured head. His face, if it even could be recognised as one, resembled a decaying orchid flower. The unpitying reality didn’t wait patiently to settle in. Daniel looked at the palms of his hands, then the corpse, and back at himself.

This is what Jack Logan wanted. You did what you had to do. How many times could Daniel tell himself that before he could finally be at peace? Standing in the rain for a certain period of time can get you sick, taking a shower is highly advised. Daniel was scrubbing himself clean, cleaning his body and mind. But how does one clean his mind after witnessing his own murder? No matter how much soap he used, Daniel was filthy and impure. He couldn’t even call himself a man, a title like ‘murderer’ and ‘monster’ would suit him better. there were no crimson markings on Daniel’s body yet the blood on his hands stuck with him permanently. Daniel raised the temperature of the shower, making it as boiling as possible. He aggressively continued to cleanse himself, but he felt that there was no progress. The shower only reminded of where he was standing in Specky Woods. Standing in front of the bleeding body of Jeff Terzi. The scorching water burnt Daniel's skin, but he knows hell has a punishment unimaginably worse prepared for him.

4:03 AM. Daniel put on clean clothes and expected himself to drift off to sleep. Instead, Daniel was sitting at the edge of his bed as he buried his tearful face into his hands. All Daniel ever wanted to do was to make his father happy, even going as far as following his every command, never questioning the morality or ethics of it. Daniel wanted to believe that he gave Jeff what he deserved. Although, he couldn’t help but imagine how it would affect his family like how Jack and Emma’s death affected himself. Tears streamed down Daniel’s face. It may not be true, but Daniel wanted to be reassured that he was not a horrible being. Suddenly, cold air brushed against Daniel’s shoulder.

“You did the right thing,” A familiar, raspy voice spoke.

#roblox camping #camping roblox #roblox #park ranger daniel #park ranger steve #jack logan #emma logan #jeff aka the father #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #angst #au #alternate universe #please read warnings

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thesunisrising · 1 year

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hard period

fem!reader x non idol!jake

TW: +18, mention of self-harm, the reader is mentally unstable; lmk if I forgot something.

w.c: 447

Inspired by: Die for you - The Weeknd and Golden hour - Jvke

(the songs are not related to this at all, but I listened to them while I was writing)

By reading this, you confirm that you are of legal age and take responsibility for reading it yourself.

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The bulb flickers, the light dims, illuminating the room in a dirty gray. The cold tiled floor is covered with transparent drops. A girl has been lying near the bathroom for more than half an hour. Holding tightly to her hair, she tears it out, trying to find solace in the pain. Prior to that, she broke the mirror over the sink after a dialogue with her reflection about how worthless, incapable, stupid, insignificant she is. Even earlier, she destroyed half of the apartment: chairs, candlesticks, dishes, everything that first came to hand. The only thing that could help her, or rather who is her boyfriend, but he is simply not aware of what is happening. Alone, unhappy, she shudders in silent sobs, with thoughts that her life is meaningless, that it would be nice to end it right now, but she has no strength and is scared. The realization of death is terrible, it’s scary what Jake will think when he sees the disfigured body, the reaction of the family is terrible - they won’t survive what happened, and the mother will completely go crazy.

“Maybe no one needs me?” It flashes through the girl's head, and she, taking a piece of the mirror, climbs into the bathroom, turning on the cool water. Clothes get wet unpleasantly and she takes them off, throwing them somewhere to the door. Gently, without pressure, she runs the shard along her thigh, still pondering her decision, then runs it over her stomach and shoulder. Tears again accumulate in the eyes and the small one rolls down the cheek. The front door slams inaudibly, after a couple of minutes a quiet knock on the bathroom, but the sound of water and concentration blocked everything. The light from the corridor enters the room and the guy first stops on the threshold in a stupor, and then flies up to the girl. He does not know what to do. First, he tries to bring her out of a trance, then pick up a sharp fragment, the second is successful. He touches the water - it is icy, so he first lowers it, and then takes out the girl, wrapping her in a towel. Everything happens without words. He tries to draw her attention to himself, holds his beloved by the cheeks, which with a defocused look looks somewhere at the wall. He finally takes her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed, dresses her, and lays down next to her, drawing her to him, warming her.

"Honey, why are you doing this to yourself? Why did you want to leave me, your family?" - whispers in the top of her head. Hands as tightly as possible clasp the exhausted body.

"I'm sorry. I just can't do it anymore. It's hard for me." - is heard in the chest area and he moves away a little.

"Baby, why didn't you tell me? After all, we talked about this - to share if something oppresses us." He meets her red eyes and can't help but let out a sob. "Please don't do this to us. Speak up if something is bothering you and maybe together we will come to a solution to the problem. Just don't leave us, everything is solved." - in response, she nods and again cuddles in his arms, inhaling the soothing perfume. She is surrounded by the warmth and care of a loved one, and his head is filled with thoughts of how to get her out of this state. Sleepless nights and busy mornings ahead. After all, if this is repeated again and again, it's time to resolve the issue in a more global way…

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Well, this is my first post here. I hope there are not so many mistakes in the text, because actually I am not a native speaker, although I have an advanced level of English, anyway you can help me by correcting me. And please tell me if it was good or bad and thank you for reading.

#enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen #jake enhypen #sim jaeyun #sim jake #sim jake angst #jake sim #jake fluff #jake angst

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kakyoinscheryblush · 2 years

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Those Summer Nights [Jotaro Kujo x reader]

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Chapter six, Suspicious minds

The early morning sun was shining into Jotaro’s room through the window and illuminated it in warm sunlight. The chirping of the pigeons and doves was making the soft background noise.

Jotaro was lying on his back, with his hair messed up, which was much different to his usual hairstyle.

And this night, he didn’t sleep alone which resulted in Y/n lying on his chest, her right cheek smothered against his chest. His arms were tightly wrapped up around her.

The only pillow was partially under Jotaro’s hair while the blanket was thrown onto the floor.

They were both breathing steadily, faces relaxed and the only sound in the room was singing of the birds from the outside.

That was until Y/n woke up. At first she didn’t open her eyes, as she was comfortable and didn’t want to wake up.

She was surrounded with warmth and cuddled more into it before she realized she was laying on something too hard to be a mattress.

Begrudgingly she opened her eyes and to her shock she was met with a strong chest. She quickly looked up and saw that she was cuddling with Jotaro.

He was instantly wide awake and her first reaction was to scream - “AAAAAHHHHH!” She screamed and Jotaro woke up.

He sat up in a matter of milliseconds and in the process pushed Y/n off the bed.

“Holy shit- Be quiet!” Jotaro exclaimed as he sat up and looked at Y/n who was lying on the floor. “Well I’m sorry I got scared!” Y/n whisper shouted as a burning red blush covered her cheeks while she got up and dusted off the sleeping gown.

Jotaro looked at his alarm clock and it read that it was 5:04 a.m., just 26 minutes before he usually wakes up.

His mind still didn’t quite grasp what he was doing a few moments ago, as he was still half awake.

“Just don’t wake my mom up… If you do- We’re screwed.” Jotaro said and Y/n’s expression paled.

“Holy shit- What’s she going to do to us?” she asked with a frightened tone and Jotaro looked into her eyes as he sat up.

“Nah she won’t kill you or anything, she’ll just be so excited that she won’t be able to contain herself.” Jotaro said and Y/n coked my head to the side as she sat on the edge of the bed, “And why’s that?”.

Jotaro sighed as he shook his head, “The only people who have been over to my house… ever … were Kakyoin, Dean, Michael and Danny. So if she sees me with a girl non then less, she’s going to lose her shit.” he said as a slight blush covered his cheeks.

Y/n tried to keep her giggles in, but she just couldn’t, “Aww, Jotaro! Your mom sounds so sweet! Why would you be embarrassed by that?” she asked as she covered her mouth as he was laughing.

Jotaro glared at her, “I don’t think that you would have the same mindset if your mom would do that.” he sneered and Y/n continued to laugh, “Good God, Jotaro- Learn how to joke a bit!” Y/n said as she got up and grabbed her clothes.

“Alright… I’m going to quickly change.” Y/n said as she went to his doors and Jotaro slowly got up.

“Okay, I’m going to be in the kitchen preparing food.” he said as he went to his draws and Y/n quickly exited his room.

She remembered where his bathroom was and swiftly went inside and locked herself in. As she stood there, the images of Jotaro holding her as they slept through her mind and Y/n’s face burned up with deep red blush as she muffled her scream in her folded clothes.

“-Why am I blushing over this like crazy!?” she whisper-shouted as she felt her heartbeat quicken within seconds.

“Okay, just change your clothes and go to his kitchen looking like a sane person.” Y/n pointed a finger to her reflection in the mirror as she got dressed up in yesterday's clothes.

She neatly folded the sleeping gown and placed it onto the laundry basket. Y/n took a few deep breaths to calm herself down but every time she went to exhale pictures of Jotaro in a tank top flashed in her mind. Making it much harder to calm down.

‘This can’t be happening now… can’t it?’ Y/n though in dread as she took in her surroundings. Right now, she was thinking about a guy that she shared a bed with, as she slept in his mom’s sleeping gown.

‘I must say he is quite a good cuddler- HEY! Y/N! STOP! YOU NEED TO FOCUS!’ she thought as she shook her head and exited his bathroom. As she looked around she saw Jotaro cooking something above the stove dressed in his dark blue jeans and white T-Shirt.

“I’m back! What are you cooking?” Y/n asked in a much calmer tone as she walked over to him, and thankfully her fiery red blush has now disappeared from her cheeks.

Jotaro glanced at her, “Just some eggs and toast for mom.” he said as he once again focused back on the stove.

Y/n sat at the small dining room table that had three chairs. Few meters away was the living room with a small couch and a sofa with a TV.

Few silent moments laters, something dawned upon her…

How will she explain this to her parents!?

Cold sweat washed over her as she imagined the angry expressions of her parents, especially her mother.

Well, she could lie and tell that she was at Sheri’s or Lisa’s to finish homework and she totally forgot to contact them.

Y/n took a deep breath as she nodded her head in agreement with her thoughts. She looked over to Jotaro as he was done cooking the food and pulled out a plastic pill organizer and took a few pills out of it.

“I’ll prepare us something to eat after I give this to mom.” Jotaro said as he started to walk towards Holly’s room and motioned for Y/n to be quiet. Y/n nodded her head and sat still in silence.

“JoJo dear! How are you?” asked a weak female voice of his mother. “I’m fine, didn’t sleep much… And how are you?” Jotaro asked Holly as he placed the plate with food on a wooden tray and put it in Holly’s lap.

“Oh, you know how I am, JoJo… Oh, and before you go, did papa or Sado send any letters?” Holly asked as she smiled at the thought of her father and husband.

“They didn’t, but maybe tomorrow there will be new mail.” Jotaro said and Holly’s expression dropped.

Jotaro knew how his mom was feeling, he also missed his old man and dad, but he had to stay strong for Holly.

“Alright, I’m going to go to school and I’m going to check up on you after.” Jotaro said as he started to walk away from Holly’s bed.

Her head perked up as she smiled, “Oh! And Jotaro, don’t forget to say hello to the girl that stayed over.” she laughed and Jotaro stopped in his tracks.

His cheeks flared up in a deep shade of red and went down his neck, “I- How did you-” he began but choked on his saliva as he whirled his head around to look at his mom who was smiling with joy.

“Well Jotaro, you two weren’t exactly the two most quiet people, besides I couldn’t sleep so I heard you two bicker.” Holly laughed and Jotaro grinded his teeth together as he nodded his head and swiftly exited her room and slammed the doors shut.

As he walked back to the dining room, he noticed a blushing Y/n sitting on one of the wooden chairs by the table as she looked at him with widened eyes.

They looked at each other for a few moments and all of a sudden Jotaro coughed and went to grab his leather jacket from the bathroom.

“Alright, let’s get going to school.” Jotaro said as he walked to the doors and opened them. Y/n hurried after him as she grabbed her car keys from the pocket of her skirt.

As they exited his house, they were met with Kakyoin, Dean and Michael talking at the fence.

Y/n and Jotaro stopped in their tracks and the guys turned to look at them both. Michael’s jaw dropped as he grabbed Kakyoin’s jacket sleeve for support and Dean and Kakyoin only smirked at each other.

“My my, Jotaro, you had company last night?” Kakyoin laughed with a mischievous glint in his violet eyes.

“Good grief, can you not be annoying so damn early?” Jotaro grunted as he walked down his front yard and onto the street.

Y/n quickly followed and unlocked her car, “...You guys want a ride?” she asked as she rubbed the nape of her neck sheepishly.

“Hohoho! Gladly, doll!” Michael exclaimed as he rushed to her car but was stopped as he was grabbed by the collar of his leather jacket by Jotaro.

“Calm yourself down, Brock.” Jotaro said as he let Michael’s collar down and walked to the passenger's seat and sat down.

Michael pointed his finger to where Jotaro was sitting as he was opening and closing his mouth but no words were coming out.

“He continues to surprise me day out of day…” Kakyoin muttered under his breath as Dean and Michael got into the back of the car. Y/n started the car and began to drive to their school.

Sensing the stares the two of them were getting, Jotaro turned on the radio and turned his head to the side so he was facing the window.

Y/n kept her head on the road and as she glanced at Jotaro, she noticed her school bag in his lap.

“Hey, Jotaro, where did you get those injuries?” Michael asked as he sat in the middle seat. Dean, who was on his right side, raised an eyebrow at Jotaro as he nodded his head.

“Yeah, did you get into another fight?” Dean asked. “Yeah, Tommy’s friends were in town and decided to ‘teach me a lesson’. Fucking bastards had a pocket knife and injured me.” Jotaro grunted and Kakyoin’s eyes widened.

“Fucking shit! If I see them again I’m going to beat them up so much that even their mothers won’t recognise them.” Kakyoin growled and Michael patted his back, “We will do that buddy, don’t worry.” he said with a smirk.

Y/n glanced at Jotaro who only huffed and kept looking out the window. She stayed quiet as she continued to drive her car. After about 10 minutes they arrived at quite an empty school.

“Well guys, this is our destination.” Y/n joked as everyone exited her car. She locked it and wanted to put the keys in her school bag but saw that Jotaro was still holding it.

“Hey, Jotaro, can you give me my bag back?” she asked and Jotaro looked down and saw that he was still holding it.

He walked over to her and handed her bag back to her, “Here you go.” he said shortly and Y/n thanked him with a bright grin.

“Thank you!” she replied back. They started to walk to the school's entrance and Kakyoin, Mihcael and Dean followed suit.

“You sure don’t wanna hang around us, doll?” Michael asked and Y/n shook her head, “I would very much like to, but we’re going to see each other at Frankie's after school anyway.” Y/n said as she waved them goodbye as she headed to her classroom.

After she was gone, Kakyoin, Michael and Dean turned to Jotar with shit-eating grins and evil glints in their eyes, “You already know we won’t let you live this down, right?” Dean sniggered as he rubbed his two hands together.

Jotaro glared in their direction as he just started to walk into the direction of their classroom.

He could hear the howling of his friends behind him, but he focused on the way ahead of him.

*Time skip to the lunch break*

Y/n, Sheri and Lisa decided to stay in their classroom as most of the students went outside to eat their lunch.

“You gotta be shitting me! I knew Tommy was annyoing little fuck, but oh God… He’s just embarrassing himself at this point.” Sheri cackled as she slapped her knee. Y/n nodded in agreement but her expression fell a bit.

“Yeah, but his friends beat up Jotaro behind the cinema…” Y/n said and Lisa spited out her water. “WHAT!? ” Lisa and Sheri exclaimed in the same breath and Y/n slowly nodded her head.

Shivers went down her spine as images of injured Jotaro flashed through her mind, “He was left lying against the brick wall, bleeding all over. We went to his house and I patched him up… and I stayed over for a night.” Y/n said, a bit embarrassed.

“This is so much information to take in- Hold up give me a second-” Sheri sat down on her chair and took a deep breath and fixed her blond hair as Lisa patted her back. Y/n only sat in silence and awkwardly smiled.

“So are you two a thing now or what?” asked Lisa and Y/n almost fell out of her chair. “WHY WOULD WE BE!?” Y/n shouted as blush covered her face.

“Hm, let's see. First you started working at the same place he always hangs around. Second, you always keep glancing at him, and third, you slept at his place yesterday.” Sheri said and Lisa nodded in agreement.

“W-Well, we’re not together. That’s all I’m going to say.” Y/n squeaked out and both girls smirked as they glanced at each other, “Oh? Do you then perhaps have a giant crush on the school's delinquents, Jotaro Kujo?”

Y/n covered her face in embarrassment, not knowing what to say to her two giggling friends. “Guys… Come on…” she groaned as she uncovered her face and exhaled.

After Sheri and Lisa calmed down, their expressions turned into much more serious ones.

“But in all seriousness, if you want to date him, hurry up because his fangirl club won’t hesitate to liquidate you if they find out about your escapades.” Lisa said and Y/n’s eyes widened.

“There are six girls, right?” Y/n asked and both of them nodded, “Yeah, but they also hung around Tommy… They can’t decide who they even want…” Sheri said as she rolled her eyes at the thought of those girls.

“But don’t worry, they’re all bark and no bite, at least for now…” Lisa chimed in and Y/n laughed, “They don’t seem so scary anyway… But one more thing. You know how I, uh, slept over at Jotaro’s right?” she said and both girls nodded.

“My parents don’t know that and I didn’t see them for a whole ass day, so when I come home I’ll be asked where I was that night and I’ll say that I slept over at one of your places, is that okay?” Y/n said.

The girls nodded their heads in agreement, “Of course! I didn’t know your parents were so strict…” Sheri said and Y/n shook her head, “Neither did I, ever since we came here, they seemed to have changed, and not for the good… All thanks to Tommy and his family.” she said with a sigh.

“Let’s just eat our lunches before our classmates come back in…” said Sheri as she opened a bag of snacks.

*Time skip to the end of the school*

“Girls, I have to find Jotaro and that quickly.” Y/n said as she got up from her chair and picked up her school bag.

“Oh? Are you two going on a date?” teased Sheri as she twirled a finger around the lock of her blond hair.

“N-No! We aren’t! I have to find him so I can say that I won’t be able to come to work on time today.” Y/n said as she exited the classroom and looked around the crowded hallway.

After a few moments she noticed Jotaro giving cleaning supplies to Kakyoin from the janitor's closet and shortly after Kakyoin walked away, Jotaro was alone.

“Shit- I have to get to him quickly.” Y/n cursed as she squeezed through the sea of students to get over to Jotaro.

“Hey! Jotaro! Wait a second!” Y/n exclaimed as she finally managed to get to him. He turned around and raised an eyebrow, “Hey, what do you need-” he went to ask but both of them were pushed inside the small closet by the showing students who were walking out.

“Next time don’t block the hallway, dumbasses!” shouted a student as he walked away and somebody closed the doors since they were blocking the others from walking.

The closet was in complete darkness, except few slits on the doors making the light barely seep through.

There were shelves with supplies on the left and right side of the wall, leaving the front wall empty.

Jotaro’s back was facing the empty wall, but he had to hang his head low since there was a lighting bulb hanging from the ceiling. As for Y/n, she was pressed up against Jotaro with her hands on his chest.

She gulped nervously as she looked up, barely seeing anything, but once she did she was met with Jotaro’s widened eyes.

‘Fucking shit- Why does this always happen…’ Y/n thought as she went to back up but stumbled over a lying broom and just as she was about to fall back Jotaro caught her with his one hand and brought her closer.

“Good grief, I know you can’t see, but don’t just go parading around.” Jotaro whispered. The sea of the students going home could still be heard from the outside, and if they walked out right now, others would think that they were doing… something else.

Even if now they couldn’t see each other, the both of them had a fiery shade of red covering their cheeks in huge embarrassment.

“A-Anyways- Why did you need me?” Jotaro asked quietly as he felt just how close Y/n was to him.

“Uh- Yeah- As I was saying, today I won’t be able to come to work… So you would tell that to Susan?” Y/n asked Jotaro with a shaky voice.

“...Sure, now can you just-” Jotaro said as he slid his arms around her waist to switch their positions so he could lean against the doors to see if the students disappeared. But just as he was about to lean against the doors, somebody opened them.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT-” shouted out Kakyoin as he dropped the cleaning supplies on the floor as he flung open the doors, making Jotaro fall face first to the floor too.

Now, from Kakyoin’s point of view, it looked like he just caught them in the middle of doing something in the janitor's closet, but in reality, it was just an accident. But who would believe that?

Y/n rushed out in panic with widened eyes, “Are you okay Jotaro?” she asked hurriedly as she picked up the cleaning supplies from the thankfully empty hallway floor.

Jotaro got up, without any scratch and coughed, “Yeah.” he said as he glanced at flabbergasted Kakyoin.

“We can explain!” both Y/n and Jotaro shouted at the petrified Kakyoin. “And you still continue to say that there's nothing happening between you two.” Kakyoin said as he shook his head and ran a hand through his cherry red hair.

“Me and the guys are waiting for you at the entrance to go to work… I’ll give you two lovebirds a few more minutes.” Kakyoin said as he fixed up his black leather jacket and walked away from Jotaro and Y/n.

“We should get going then… Y/n said as she picked up her school bag from the floor and looked at Jotaro. He only nodded his head and they started walking towards the school's entrance.

Neither of them said a thing, too embarrassed by the previous events. After they walked out of school, they saw Dean with Dany by his side, Michael and Kakyoin waiting by the gates.

Kakyoin noticed them walking down the concrete stairs and whispered something to the guys and they all laughed.

“Good grief, he already told them…” Jotaro groaned as he glared in their direction and they bursted into cackles and howls.

“They’ll probably forget it by tomorrow…” Y/n awkwardly laughed as she took out her car keys and unlocked her car. Jotaro rolled his eyes, “Knowing them, they’ll never let me live this down.” he said with a sigh.

“Well then, see you tomorrow Jotaro…” Y/n said as glanced at Jotaro who stood next to her.

He looked at Y/n and nodded his head, “Yeah, see you tomorrow…” he said quietly as he adjusted the collar of his leather jacket and walked over to his now calm friends and they started to walk away.

Y/n got in her car and put her school bag on the passenger's seat. After a few moments she hit her head against the steering wheel, “Why does this shit always happen to me…” she sighed out tiredly as she turned on her car and took off in the direction of her home.

Once she arrived, locked her car and got inside her house, she was met with her mother and dad watching TV on the couch.

“Hey mom… Hey dad…” Y/n greeted her parents and M/n sprung out of the coch and rushed to Y/n.

“My darling! My baby! Where have you been!?” M/n exclaimed as she hugged Y/n and almost squeezed her to death.

“After work, I’ve slept over with my friends since we had a project to finish and I forgot to call you.” Y7n said as M/n let her go.

“Thank goodness… We were seriously worried for you!” F/n scolded Y/n and she laughed in embarrassment. “Next time, I swear I’m going to call you.” Y/n said and both her parents nodded.

“Oh! Before I forget! We're going to a fancy restaurant with the Williamses this evening!” M/n cheered and Y/n’s face paled. “WHAT!?” Y/n exclaimed as her eyes widened. She really didn’t need to see that fuckface right now…

“What’s the matter? I thought you liked him?” F/n asked as he raised his eyebrows.

“N-No, it’s not that- I’m just surprised.” Y/n quickly replied. “Well then, we’ll be going at 7:00 p.m. so you have plenty of time to get ready, and! Bucky is waiting for you in the yard.” F/n said and a smile came on Y/n’s face.

She rushed into their backyard and was greeted with overly excited Bucky, “Hey there buddy! I missed you so much!” Y/n gushed as she crouched down and Bucky ran into her embrace and nuzzled into her.

“I know, I know… I missed you too…” Y/n whispered as she kissed the top of his head. As she let him go, Bucky ran to retrieve his toy and brought it back to Y/n.

“Well, I do have time to spare.” she said as she picked up the toy and threw it across the yard.

*Time skip to 7:00 p.m.*

After Y/n and her parents got ready, they headed to the restaurant which wasn’t that far away from their house.

M/n noted the restaurant was quite fancy and they couldn’t just go in there with jeans and a dress shirt, but more formal attire.

Which is why Y/n was wearing a f/c knee length dress with a pearl necklace with flats. Her parents were also dressed rather fancy, and it felt a bit weird seeing them like this since they only dressed like this maybe a few times.

Once they arrived at the restaurant, Y/n could see Tommy’s family waiting by the red carpet that led to the entrance of the restaurant. As they walked towards them she noticed Tommy’s smile widening.

“Hello there! Nice to see you three!” Dianne greeted Y/n and her family and they politely smiled, “Hello to you too! Ah, It’s been so long since we’ve been anywhere like this!” M/n laughed as they began to walk down the red carpet.

Y/n and Tommy were behind their parents and Y/n only stayed quiet.

“I actually got to pick the place we were going to eat at! And don’t worry, my dad’s paying.” Tommy laughed as they entered the fancy restaurant.

“Williams reservation, please.” Tommy’s father said and the receptionist nodded his head as he escorted them to their table.

Once they sat down and ordered their food and drinks, they began to chat.

Fortunately Y/n got to sit between her parents but Tommy was sitting in front of her. She wanted to roll her eyes and get away, but her parents were here alongside his.

“Tommy here was so excited about this dinner with you three! He was so excited to see Y/n again.” Dianne laughed and Tommy’s face went red.

“Mom, I said that you call me Thomas!” Tommy groaned and Dianne rolled her eyes, “You’re our son, we get to call you whatever we want- But anyways! How’s the job doing F/n?” Tommy’s dad changed the theme.

As they talked and talked, the food arrived and they all ate and chatted. Few times Tommy nudged Y/n leg with his shoe and she looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “What do you want?” She mounted to him and he only laughed.

‘It’s like I’m speaking to a five year old toddler…’ Y/n internally groaned as she tried to eat her food in peace.

Once they were finished and Tommy’s dad paid the bill, they headed home.

After the both families arrived, Y/n headed to her house but was stopped by Tommy as he grabbed her hand, “Hey! Before you go inside- I wanted to ask you if you would like to go home with me tomorrow?” Tommy asked and Y/n’s eyes widened.

She couldn’t miss another day at work! And certainly not because of him again…

“Ah, I’m sorry Tommy, but I have work…” Y/n said as she tried to get her hand out of his. Tommy’s grip hardened, “That’s no problem! Everyone knows me at the Grand Star Cinema!” he laughed, but his laugh was quite forced.

‘He really hates being told no it seems… Classic spoiled brat…’ Y/n thought as she finally tore her hand from his. She certainly couldn’t tell him the truth that she works at Frankie’s so she will have to make something up.

“Listen, I want to focus on working and I don’t think that you would help. And if you would excuse me, I would like to go home and sleep.” Y/n said and Tommy slowly nodded his head.

“Alright, whatever… But my offer still stands!” Tommy smiled and Y/n nodded her head, “Good night, Tommy .” she said, purposely calling him by his real name.

“H-Hey! I told you to call me Thomas!” he exclaimed in frustration but Y/n didn’t listen to him as she got in her house and slammed the doors.

“Finally… Peace and quiet…” Y/n muttered as she went to her backyard to give Bucky fresh water and food. As she went upstairs, she got ready to sleep and put on her pajamas.

Just when she laid on her bed, she thought of the previous night that she spent at Jotaro��s. While her bed was much bigger and softer, it didn’t bring the same warmth as his did.

Y/n hugged one of her many pillows and sighed, her heart picking up a pace as she thought about Jotaro.

“I can’t possibly have feelings for him… Can I? ” Y/n whispered as she gripped her pillow much tighter. She closed her eyes, letting her tiredness take over her.

But what she didn’t know is that Jotaro was having much similar dilemmas as her…

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