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thewritingisconsumingme · 2 months

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summary: kenshi visits kung lao

warnings: suggestive at the end :)

Kenshi breathed in the fresh air of Fengjian, the only sound being the rolling of the suitcase and Raiden’s voice. It was a much needed change of pace from the smoggy air of Los Angeles. He had flown into China a few days ago and taken a cab straight from the airport, but now he was exhausted and in much need of a nap and some good food. Raiden met him at the outskirts of their village, and they caught up as they walked along the unpaved roads underneath the sweltering sun until they both appeared in front of Kung Lao’s house. Raiden pat Kenshi’s back, told him good luck and to not worry, and left to go back to the White Lotus Academy to train the initiates. Kenshi and Raiden had been planning the surprise for a few days now, and Raiden had ensured that Kung Lao would take a break from work today so that Kenshi could show up and surprise him, take him out to dinner, woo him, and then confess his feelings.

Kenshi wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and raised his fist to knock on the door. Rapping three times on the door, Kenshi shoved his hand back into pant pocket and tried to look as nonchalant as possible when he heard Kung Lao open the door.

“Kenshi?! What are you doing here?” Kung Lao sounded very much surprised, and Kenshi could imagine how his eyebrows were raised in surprise.

“Surprise?” Kenshi smiled but internally smacked himself for saying such a cheesy line.

“Oh my god! Let me get your suitcase! Come in! Come in! Shoes off though.”

Kenshi just laughed at the comment and reached his hand out. Kung Lao took it and led the swordsman inside his home. Kenshi could hear Kung Lao kicking around some things on the floor to try and make a clearer path for the swordsman to walk around the home, and Kenshi could feel Kung Lao’s head grow warm and sweaty as though he was embarrassed.

“Sorry about the mess. Um, here, wait on the couch, I’ll bring something for you to eat. You must be starving!” Kung Lao led Kenshi to the couch, throwing something from the couch onto the floor, and made sure that the swordsman had sat down before sprinting over to the kitchen. Kenshi listened to Kung Lao running about the kitchen, opening and slamming the fridge door before opening it again because he forgot something in there. The swordsman breathed in the scent of Kung Lao’s home: it was an earthy smell with a small hint of something spicy. Kenshi couldn't stop himself from smiling. He had missed being around Kung Lao.

“Here, some fruit.” Kung Lao placed a hefty bowl into Kenshi’s lap and the swordsman raised an eyebrow at how large the bowl seemed. “So…why’re you here?”

Kenshi felt the other flop down right next to him and blushed when he felt their thighs squish against each other.

“Sorry, it’s a loveseat. Didn’t think I needed a bigger couch since I’m living alone.” Kung Lao explained, reaching into the fruit bowl in Kenshi’s lap and munching on something crisp. Kenshi gathered his thoughts, trying to ignore how his side was pressed flush against Kung Lao’s and how he could feel the definition of Kung Lao’s muscles through his thin shirt. It didn’t help that the two of them were quite large, and the loveseat was quite small.

“I got some time off and thought that I might come and visit you.” Kenshi replied, feeling around the food bowl and identifying slices of apples, slices of mandarins, and some grapes in the bowl. Kenshi popped a grape into his mouth to try and calm himself a bit more when he felt Kung Lao shift and put his arm on the back of the couch, his arm grazing the back of Kenshi’s neck.

“Oh! I mean- I’m glad you came to me, but, uh, why not Raiden? He’s got a…cleaner home.” Kung Lao’s voice dropped off at the end, and he shifted in his seat a bit uncomfortably.

“I wanted to see you.” Kenshi answered, hoping that the comment would placate Kung Lao and that his face didn’t betray his racing heart. The other man was silent, and Kenshi munched on an apple slice, hoping that the silence meant that Kung Lao was just a bit dumbstruck and not grossed-out.

“I was hoping to take you to Madam Bo’s?” Kenshi mumbled out the question, trying to fill in the silence of the room, but when Kung Lao didn’t answer, Kenshi felt his stomach drop. The swordsman passed the fruit bowl into Kung Lao’s lap and stood up.

“Ah, sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll just-” Kenshi reached for his cane and suitcase, intent on leaving and booking a ticket to go back to LA and drown himself in alcohol.

“Wait, wait! I’d love to go to Madam Bo’s with you! I mean-yeah, of course, why wouldn’t you want to come to Madam Bo’s with me? I’m just that cool, and um…yeah.” Kung Lao gripped onto Kenshi’s wrist and tugged him back onto the couch. Kenshi slowly sat down, a heat spreading across his face as Kung Lao pushed the fruit bowl back into Kenshi’s lap and leaned into the swordsman’s warmth.

Kenshi gripped the bowl tightly in his hands, grounding himself back into reality as the realization that he just scored a date with Kung Lao settled into his head. His mind felt buzzed, as if he had just drank a few shots, and Kenshi fully believed that if he wanted to, he could fly.

“So, um. I’ll take it that means you like me too?” Kung Lao asked in a meek voice. It was so quiet that Kenshi almost missed it. Too? Kung Lao liked him back? Forget flying, Kenshi could ascend to heaven right now.

Without answering, Kenshi turned to face Kung Lao. He placed his hand onto Kung Lao’s chest and felt the Shaolin’s heart pound underneath his fingertips. Gaining confidence when he heard Kung Lao’s breath hitch, Kenshi trailed his fingers up to trace Kung Lao’s neck and then cupped his face. The swordsman leaned in a little bit, a silent ask for permission. Kung Lao closed the distance, his hand flying up to cusp the back of Kenshi’s neck and bring them closer together. Kenshi’s heart was ablaze, like a fire burning in his chest. Kung Lao tasted sweet, like an oasis in the middle of a desert or the best pastry in the world. The Shaolin’s hands were holding onto the swordsman roughly, but his lips were soft and inviting. Kenshi could live like this forever, oxygen be damned. He deepened the kiss and brought his other hand up to hold Kung Lao in his arms.

Distantly, Kenshi heard something clatter to the floor and ignored it, but Kung Lao pulled away at the sound, Kenshi still leant forward to try and chase Kung Lao’s plush lips. He heard a shriek come from the man.

“The fruit!” Kung Lao immediately jumped from Kenshi’s lap, and the swordsman immediately missed the warmth. He could hear Kung Lao pick up the fruit on the ground, before running off to the kitchen and turning on the faucet, presumably washing the fruit of the dust of the ground. Kenshi leaned back onto the couch, pressing the heel of his palms into his eyelids as he tried to calm his beating heart. If it beat any faster, he was going to have a heart attack.

Kung Lao cleaned the fruit and the floor like a mad man, but when Kung Lao was done. Kenshi felt the Shaolin settle into Kenshi’s lap, the swordsman’s hands going to Kung Lao’s waist instinctually. He squeezed at Kung Lao’s waist, still amazed at how slim it was, and Kung Lao yelped, slapping at the swordsman’s chest.

“Don’t do that…please.” Kung Lao weakly protested, but Kenshi had heard the small whimper that had escaped the Shaolin. The swordsmans smiled wickedly and squeezed Kung Lao’s waist again, causing him to let out a small whine and grind down onto Kenshi’s lap.

“How about we skip Madam Bo’s and go straight to dessert?” Kenshi pulled down Kung Lao’s head for another kiss, and the Shaolin melted into the swordsman’s lap.

When Kung Lao came into the academy the next day, his hand interlaced with Kenshi’s and walking a bit funny, Raiden just smiled and clapped Kung Lao on his back.

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fr3sh-tragedies · 1 year

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Requited Love

[Resident Evil: Village] Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: Spoilers for the game, angst, mentions of past trauma, death, anxiety.

[A/N]: This was a prompt swap with one of my friends, and I've written one more from this challenge with her for Samantha Giddings, though I don't plan to post it anytime soon. I have a masterlist in my drafts that lists all of the characters I want to write for, but I'd like to post three stories for each of those characters before I upload the masterlist--that way I can figure out which ones I will actually write for, and which ones I won't.

Enjoy!

“C’mon, Aunt Donna! I’m telling you: if you take her out on a date like that, she’ll have to say yes!” Daniela chirped excitedly from her seat against the armrest of the sofa. Bela elbowed her gently in the arm, scoffing and shaking her head. “Dani, [Y/N] shouldn’t feel pressured to say she feels the same way. She should have every reason to feel comfortable enough to say no if she’s not interested.” She turned to Donna, who had been fidgeting with her fingers. “Of course,” the blonde said in a much softer tone, “I don’t have any doubts that she won’t reciprocate your feelings. I’ve seen just how thrilled and lively she gets whenever your name is even mentioned.” The doll-maker’s head perked up at this, her shoulders tensed as she stared with pure hope behind her veil at the eldest daughter.

Angie jumped up onto the sofa and bounced on top of Bela’s lap. “Really?” She squealed. Bela smirked knowingly at her as she side-glanced at Donna. “Yes, of course.” Daniela leaned forward. “Yeah! She really does love you, Auntie! We’ve all seen it–even Cassandra! Right, Cass?” She turned to her older sister, who was seated at the far end of the couch with her arms crossed, seemingly disinterested. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Yeah. It’s sickening to see how oblivious the two of you are around each other,” she retorted. Bela sent her a threatening glare. “Cass, watch it. It’s not their fault they’re too nervous to confess. Rejection is a painful thing to experience.”

The brunette turned to her. “Yeah, I know, but they aren’t going to reject each other. We all know that.” “They don’t know that. Well, Donna knows now, but [Y/N] doesn’t.” She turned to her aunt with a comforting smile. “I can assure you that the love you have for [Y/N] is requited.” Donna smiled softly under her veil, looking to her lap as the three daughters turned to Angie. “Don’t worry,” the small doll spoke while waving her hand dismissively. “I’ll make sure Donna doesn’t chicken out.” Donna turned to her. “Angie,” she scolded as Daniela and Bela chuckled–Cassandra even snickered a bit to herself from the opposite end of the group

The doll-maker sighed and tugged Angie over to sit in her lap. “What if I mess something up?” She voiced softly after a moment. Daniela stood from the armrest and moved to sit next to Donna, squishing herself in between her aunt and Cassandra. “Hey, watch it!” The redhead ignored her and gently grasped one of Donna’s hands. “You won’t ruin anything,” she reassured in an uncharacteristic tone. “Bela and I can even help you set everything up so you can focus on making the food!” The veiled woman looked to Bela, who smiled back at her. “You two would be willing to do that for me?” The blonde nodded. “Of course. Since it’s warm enough outside, we should be able to stay out without much layering.”

Cassandra cleared her throat, prompting everyone to glance over at her. She stared at them expectantly. When she got no answer, she growled and planted her hand flat against her chest. “Am I just supposed to stay here on my own? Do you three really not trust me enough to contribute somehow?” Bela and Daniela looked at each other with confusion. “We thought this kind of stuff annoyed you,” the blonde responded. “It does, but I don’t like being left out of things. I hate it almost as much as I hate all of this cheesy romance shit.” Bela rolled her eyes and Daniela giggled. “I’m not really sure what you could help with. Dani and I can take care of the table and decor pretty quickly on our own.”

Cassandra growled again, but before she could speak and bicker with her sister, Donna turned to her. “Actually, Cassandra, if you’d really like to help, it might be nice for the main part of the meal to be hunted and homemade instead of being bought from the Duke. It would add a more meaningful aspect to it.” Cassandra’s eyes lit up as she smirked. “Say no more. Name the day, and I’ll be there with whatever you need.” She shifted into a swarm of flies and flew up the stairs, leaving her sisters there to finish planning with Donna.

T////////S

[Y/N] giggled as Donna led her over behind the house to the edge of the waterfall. “Donna, where are we going?” The doll-maker had covered the girl’s eyes with her hands so she’d hopefully be surprised by the setup. “Somewhere special, but not far from home. I…” She hesitated, her hands trembling against [Y/N]’s face. The [h/c] girl raised her own hands to cover Donna’s, gently caressing them with the pads of her thumbs. “Hun, just relax. I’m sure I’ll love wherever you take me.” Donna smiled warmly down at her. Her tensed hands slowly relaxed as they continued walking forward, but quickly grew rigid again as they grew closer to her desired spot.

Finally, after a long while of stumbling and trying not to trip each other, the two women came to a stop. [Y/N]’s eyes were still covered, but she was able to hear the rushing water of the nearby cliff flowing down rapidly somewhere far below them. Donna sucked in a deep breath. “I-I really hope you’ll like it,” she whispered, internally slapping herself for stuttering. Even after failing to steel her nerves, Donna managed to remove her hands and drop them down to her sides, where they only remained temporarily before finding each other in front of her torso to pick at one another. [Y/N]’s eyes slowly fluttered open. They quickly widened shortly after as a small gasp slipped past her lips. “Oh, Donna, it’s beautiful!”

Donna sighed in relief, glancing over to take in the view herself. There, a good distance away from the edge of the cliff, stood a suitably sized table with two seats placed opposite of one another. A pastel tablecloth draped itself atop the wooden surface of the table, the edges rippling with the soft breeze. Resting on top of the cloth was a small vase filled with dicentras as the centerpiece, two plates of lasagne, and a small tray of antipasto. Two wine glasses full of Barbaresco positioned themselves beside the plates, the rims of the glass shimmering underneath the moonlight. Even from where she stood, [Y/N] recognized the craftsmanship of the wood used for the table and chairs–Donna had made them quite a while ago, but she never knew why until then.

Donna stepped forward and softly placed her hand on [Y/N]’s shoulder. She squeezed it to gain her attention, prompting the girl to look up at her. “Do you really think it’s beautiful?” [Y/N] beamed brightly at her, turning to her and grabbing her hands. Donna blushed. “Of course I do,” she responded cheerfully. The ravenette sighed softly in relief. “I’m glad.” They stared at each other for a moment, not entirely sure what to say next. Finally, Angie came bounding from the opposite side of the house. “Sit down and eat before the food gets cold,” she yelled while tugging at [Y/N]’s pant leg. “Donna and the mean sister from the Tall Lady’s family spent a lot of time on it! I’ll bite your ankles if you don’t go sit down.” [Y/N] chuckled. “Okay, okay, fine.”

She and Donna walked over. Before [Y/N] had an opportunity to pull her chair out to sit down, Donna rushed over and did it for her. She thanked her with a sheepish grin and watched as the doll-maker forcefully sauntered over to her own seat. Once they were both seated, they picked up their utensils and hesitantly began to eat. [Y/N] hummed once the flavor hit her tongue. She covered her mouth as she spoke. “Oh, wow, this tastes incredible, Donna! And Angie said Cassandra helped with this?” Donna nodded and blushed. “Yes. She helped hunt for the meat in the dish, and Bela and Daniela helped me set the table, chairs, and decor up. They’re, um…they’re actually the ones who encouraged me to do this tonight.” [Y/N] smiled. “They’re all so sweet, even if they don’t like to show it.” Donna nodded in agreement.

She took a shaky breath, unsure of how to even bring up her confession. Her hand trembled as she continued to take small bites. She went to reach for her glass, but decided against it when she noticed just how badly her hand was shaking. She didn’t want to spill the wine on herself and end up embarrassing herself while ruining the moment. ‘How am I supposed to ask her? There has to be a way to bring it up in a smooth manner.’ Panicked, her mind went back to a few weeks prior when she had been discussing the plan with the Dimitrescu sisters.

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“How do I even go about asking something like that? I don’t want it to be sudden and make it even more awkward than it already will be,” Donna anxiously said aloud, surprisingly not using Angie as her voice. The three sisters all turned to her, each one carrying their own expression: Bela seemed distressed, Cassandra appeared annoyed, and Daniela looked as though she was about to burst with the ideas she had been keeping private about the date. “I don’t want to screw this up–I’m already enough of a screw-up as it is.” The sisters’ expressions all shifted into one of uniformed concern. They sat next to Donna on the bed, Bela and Daniela taking either one of her hands. “Hey, what are you talking about? You’re not a screw-up,” the redhead assured softly. Donna lowered her head in an attempt to hide the tears pricking her one good eye, even though her veil was still covering her face.

“I am. I always have been. I don’t know what [Y/N] even sees in me.” Bela tilted her head as the pad of her thumb brushed over the back of the doll-maker’s hand in a soothing manner. “What makes you think of yourself that way?” Donna sniffled and slipped both hands out of the girls’ grasp, allowing her to bring them up under her veil to wipe her tears and hide her face even further. “I’ve always been able to tell how people think of me,” she started softly. “My parents always favored both of my sisters, and once they passed, they didn’t seem to care enough about me to stay. I remember crying to myself each night–telling myself that, if I had been good enough, maybe they would’ve stayed. Maybe they would’ve loved me more.”

“Oh, Donna, you–” “And then I met Mother Miranda. I thought I could be a perfect daughter, even if I wasn’t fit to be a vessel for Eva. When she told me I was part of the family, even though I wasn’t a perfect fit, it didn’t upset me because I was happy to finally have people I could rely on. But then I read her entries about the experiments she performed on me.” She wiped her face again, her fingernails digging lightly into her scalp. “She…she said I was almost a perfect fit, but she was disappointed to learn that I’m “mentally underdeveloped.””

The three women beside her remained silent, unsure of what to say to comfort her. They listened with disheartened gazes as their aunt began to weep. She curled her legs up onto the bed and clutched them to her chest, allowing her to bury her head in between her knees. “I don’t want [Y/N] to see me as a disappointment,” she finally rasped at length. “She means way too much to me–I can’t lose her like I’ve lost everyone else.” Bela pulled her to lean against her shoulder. “Hey, I may not be able to say anything about what Mother Miranda said about you because that’s out of my control, but I can assure you with all of my heart that [Y/N] loves you. She would do anything for you, yes, but that also means she wouldn’t lie to you about how she feels. If she thought of you in a low manner, you would’ve been able to tell. Has she done anything to make you doubt how she feels?”

Donna stayed quiet for a moment, seemingly thinking back on what Bela had asked her. After a moment, she shook her head. “No, she hasn’t. She actually…does the opposite.” “She does? How so?” “She just–she makes me so happy. She always compliments everything I do, and supports me, and constantly helps out around the house so I have more time to work in the shop. She even,” she chuckled, letting her legs fall back down to hang over the side of the bed again. “She even plays the piano and sings for me while I work so I won’t be alone.” Daniela grinned beside her and gently shook her shoulder. “See? There ya go! Just focus on the positive.”

Donna giggled, and she nodded as she moved to stop leaning against the eldest daughter so she could straighten out her clothes. “I suppose you have a point. I just–I still don’t know how to confess how I feel or ask her.” Cassandra stood and stepped in front of the three, crossing her arms. “Just do it. I don’t see why you’re so anxious about this.” Bela scoffed and stood up as well. “Cass, you need to–” “No, listen to me. I may not understand why people fall in love, but I do know that Aunt Donna and [Y/N] love each other. It’s not a temporary thing–especially for them–so she doesn’t need to worry so much about what could go wrong.” She turned to Donna, who had been listening intently. “She won’t say no, I promise. Just find whatever courage you need and tell her how you feel.”

The doll-maker smiled up at her, though no one could see it, and nodded. “I’ll do my best. Thank you–all three of you.”

They all beamed at her warmly. “Of course,” Daniela responded. “So, how’re you going to confess?” Donna blushed, her shoulders growing tense. “Oh, well…I’m not entirely sure. I know you said I couldn’t–and shouldn’t–use Angie, so I’m having to find a way to rehearse what I want to say for myself.” “And what do you have so far?” “Well…”

E////F////B

Donna cleared her throat, twirling her fork around and moving bits of food across the plate. “So, [Y/N],” she mumbled barely loud enough to hear. [Y/N]’s head perked up at the sound of her name. “Yes?” “I-I, uhm…” She glanced up at the girl across the table and blushed once they made eye contact, quickly averting her gaze and staring down at her lap. She looked over to find Angie giving her a thumbs up from several feet behind the [h/c] girl. With a shaky breath, Donna’s hands dropped down to pick at themselves underneath the table. She felt her heart hammering against her ribs, silently wondering if [Y/N] could hear it as well, and she found it hard to breathe properly. She whispered a few words of encouragement to herself under her breath.

Finally, she looked back up, though she couldn’t maintain eye contact, and she felt her arm jerking its way slowly above the table. Her palm presented itself face up–a silent plea for [Y/N] to hold her hand, which she did happily. Donna felt herself sigh. Holding [Y/N]’s hand always calmed her down–she truly felt at peace with her. “Can I be honest with you about something?” [Y/N] squeezed her hand softly, a small smile painting her lips.

“Of course you can. What is it?” Her calm tone felt welcoming–like it had no judgment behind it. Donna cleared her throat again. It felt too soon into the evening to be confessing like this, but she couldn’t wait any longer. She had to know if [Y/N] felt the same. “It’s about why I brought you here tonight. I wanted it to be special because what I need to tell you is…very personal. It’s important to me.” “I’m glad you trust me enough to tell me this then.” Donna chuckled, mindlessly rubbing her face with her free hand as she felt her face heating up even more.

“I have more than trust for you, [Y/N], believe me.” [Y/N] tilted her head, suddenly growing anxious. “Is something wrong?” “No, no, nothing is wrong. I just–” She finally looked her in the eye. “You mean the world to me [Y/N]. You’ve made my life so much better from the moment you arrived. You always know what to say and do to make me feel happy. You make sure I eat enough throughout the day, that I take plenty of breaks, that I get plenty of rest. You always help with the cleaning and cooking, so I have even more time to work on my projects, but you still manage to sit in the room with me to keep me company. I’ve never felt so…loved and important to someone. I truly hope you feel the same way about me.”

[Y/N] was awestruck. Her blush was evident as she responded. “I do, Donna. I do feel the same way. You mean the world to me as well. It might be really corny for me to say this, but I just can’t imagine my life without you. I don’t want to imagine my life without you.” Donna felt the tears already trickling down her cheek and across her jawline. She felt her fears slowly easing up. This was a great sign–she shared the same feelings about how important they were to one another. She smiled, squeezing [Y/N]’s hand even tighter. “I’m so glad.”

They stared at each other for a long while, both too afraid to say anything in fear of ruining the moment. Angie, however, came bounding over and pulled on Donna’s pant leg. “Tell her how you feel already! It’s getting dark, and I’m getting tired!” Donna shooed her away silently, her head perking up when [Y/N] giggled. “Angie, don’t rush her. She shouldn’t feel uncomfortable no matter what she has to say.”

Donna felt her heart beating faster. She stared at her for a long moment, her mind racing. “Donna? You okay?” She jumped. “Y-Yes!” [Y/N]’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at her sudden urgent tone, making Donna blush as she reflected immediately on how she answered. She cleared her throat and covered her mouth. “I-I apologize. Yes, I’m alright.” “Okay, that’s good.” “But what Angie was talking about–about me telling you…how I feel?” “Yes?” “Before I tell you, could I possibly ask if you’d promise me something?” “Of course.” “Can you promise me that you won’t leave me? That nothing will change between us?”

[Y/N] laughed nervously, but quickly composed herself a bit when she saw just how terrified and expectant Donna seemed. “I promise, but what exactly are you wanting to tell me? I’m sure nothing could be bad enough to damage our relationship.” Donna nodded, wiping her tears away and gripping [Y/N]’s trembling hand in her own. “I suppose we’ll see. I just want–I want to tell you,” her voice trailed off, her confidence faltering and crumbling.

“Take your time, okay? Don’t feel like you have to rush.” Donna remembered every word of encouragement from the people who knew about that night–Bela’s, Cassandra’s, Daniela’s, and even [Y/N]’s. She needed to get this over with. The feeling of being a burden returned–she was taking too long to get it out there. She gripped her leg tightly and took three deep breaths. Steeling her nerves, she blurted it out before she could lose her courage and back out of it again–the way she had done so many times before.

“I love you.”

She felt a weight lift off of her shoulders, though it wasn’t much. She still needed to know if [Y/N] felt the same. She pried her eye open and finally darted her gaze back up to find [Y/N]’s, only to discover that the [h/c] girl was blushing profusely. They stared at each other in silence for a long moment, making Donna even more anxious. “Did…did I ruin this?” She asked softly. [Y/N] slipped her hand from Donna’s to wave them dismissively in front of her. “Oh, no! No, Donna, not at all! I’m so sorry, I just—wasn’t expecting you to be the first one to confess.” Donna’s heart fluttered at the statement. She wanted to smile, but she needed to make sure she didn’t misinterpret the last part of the sentence.

“So…do you feel the same way?” “Yes! Yes, I do.” “Say it!” A random voice suddenly called from around the corner of the house. Both women jumped and turned to find Daniela peeking around the corner while Bela and Cassandra tried to pull her back into hiding. “What the hell?” Donna muttered, turning her attention back to [Y/N] when she laughed. “Sorry, they just really scared me,” she said in between breaths. Donna smiled warmly at her and let out a small snicker of her own. “They scared me as well.”

They gazed at each other with love-stricken grins. Finally, [Y/N] brought her hands up and took Donna’s into hers, caressing them softly before bringing her left hand up to press a light kiss to her knuckles. “I love you too,” she confessed. Donna’s heart flipped as a wide smile cracked across her lips. She stood, pulling [Y/N] to her feet, and tugged her into an embrace. “I love you so much. You have no idea how long I've dreamed of saying that to you,” she whispered. The faint sound of buzzing grew louder, and soon, Daniela was beside them, pulling them into a hug of her own. “Yes! See? I told you you could do it!” Bela and Cassandra joined nearby–Bela began to try to pry Daniela off of the two while Cassandra laughed at how ridiculous her sister was being. “Dani, leave them be! You just ruined the moment!” Donna giggled and leaned back from the hug just far enough to look over at her.

“Actually, Bela, she didn’t ruin anything. It’s alright, I promise. It’s nice to see that she’s so supportive of how [Y/N] and I feel about each other.” Bela sighed. “I’m glad, but Dani, you still need to let them go. This is their moment,” she said as she finally managed to yank her sister away from the two. Donna and [Y/N] both giggled at them before turning to stare at each other again. “So what does this mean? Are you two a thing now?” Cassandra suddenly asked as she stepped closer to the group.

The two women glanced at her before returning to each other. They studied each other’s gaze for a while, seemingly communicating without saying a word, and finally turned back to the sisters. “Yes, we are,” [Y/N] announced. Donna looked back down at her, unable to wipe the grin from her face.

“I’m so happy for you both,” Bela replied, softly patting Donna’s shoulder. “I told you this was a requited love.”

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n0v4t33z · 5 months

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The Syndicate - Chapter 7: The Confession

Pairings: Choi San X Female Reader, Park Seonghwa X Female Reader, Ateez X Female Reader

Genre: Lots of angst, Romance, Crime Fiction, Psychological Drama

Word Count: 5.2k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Language, Graphic Violence, Mentions of Illegal activities (i.e Kidnapping, extortion, assassination etc.), someone confesses?, non sexual nudity, flirting, kissing (yk that cheesy stuff couples do)

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Author's Note 💌: Hi, It's been a while sorry! I've been very busy with work due to the holidays and because I'm going through a slight burnout but fear not I was able to prepare this short chapter so I hope you guys enjoy it! I promise I'm still here, just a bit busy! 💜

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The inside of this room was a completely different vibe than the shop, it was like a mini modern penthouse minus the big windows and the big city skyline it was absolutely beautiful and way better than my old apartment. While I walk further inside I see everyone relaxing and doing their own thing then I say in a small voice “Hey guys, I’m back...” They all turn and look at me like they’ve seen a ghost then Seonghwa, Jongho, and Yunho say in unison “y/n?!” Jongho quickly stands up "Wait, you're up and walking? I thought you were under police custody?" Seonghwa walks over to me hugs me tight while the others quizzically hover “How did you find us? I’m glad you’re okay by the way, I genuinely thought we’d never see you again. San told us you ended up turning yourself in.” I painfully smile then I pull back and step back just enough to where I’m at a less awkward distance.

“Somewhat yes, one major thing I got out of it was that I convinced my former partner to avoid having the news of me being alive be spread in the media. Now, how I got here was easy, I still had the phone San gifted me so I called him and he led me here by having one of his associates bring me here.” I pause for a few seconds then before Seonghwa has a chance to answer me back I continue to look around “So where’s San?” Seonghwa’s gaze slightly falls and in a slightly gutted tone he responds “Oh, he’s with Wooyoung.” I quietly gasp “Can I go see them both? Ever since I woke up at the hospital I’ve been worried about both of them” He nods and says “ Sure, I’ll take you to them. Follow me.” Both Yunho and Jongho look at eachother for a few seconds then give me a tight smile goodbye clearly very confused, I give them a small smile and wave at them.

Shortly after I walk after Seonghwa, whom walks down a small hallway and gently knocks once he arrives at the door. He slightly pushes the door open leading into a room which looked like a regular expensive looking bedroom except the only thing that stuck out was the oxygen machine next to a sleeping Wooyoung and San sitting next to his bed. Which reminded me a lot of what Chris did back at the hospital because whether you’re partners or partners in crime, the bond you share with your partner is one of a kind.

I walk over behind him and gently tap on his shoulder and when he turns around his expression was that of wonder then gets up and hugs me tight gently kissing the top of my head and says “I’m seriously so glad you’re okay, for a second I thought I lost you.” I slightly pull back and I look right into his dark brown eyes “I’m glad to be back. I do hope you understood the reason why I got so upset though.” He presses his lips together “Oh yeah, that. I know, I was so reckless and I should have been more careful but I had to. A mole told me Lee was planning on keeping the original and replacing it with a decoy. I know that’s still not a reason to go and be stupid but...I couldn’t let my father’s gift be in possession of his murderer.” I lower my gaze and look over at Wooyoung “But why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped you if you told me the reason why you were doing it to begin with. We could have avoided all of this and here I was thinking you did it because of your ego.” San reaches over to me and cups his hands on my face. “I didn’t want you to get hurt, not to mention the possibility of us getting caught and arrested was still probable. Which you were right about but I just didn’t want you to have your life being ruined by being thrown in jail because of me. You don’t belong in jail. You’re too pretty, too pure.”

Wow, now I feel horrible for getting angry at him when all he wanted to do was protect me. I pull his hands off of my face and hold them tight, I can’t look at him. I judged and assumed he was doing this to feed his ego. “Look, I’m sorry for assuming the worst about you. I was just upset how you wouldn’t tell me why you did it and it came off like you didn’t trust me at all.” He slightly smiles whilst looking deep into my eyes “It’s okay, I don’t blame you for being a little scared and assuming bad things about me. Like I've said before I brought that onto myself so don’t worry about it, I know for sure Detective y/ln is somewhere still in there so I understand it’s hard going from being a good guy to being rogue in a blink of an eye, I know deep inside you don’t want to go against the law. I get it.”

I cross my arms in front of me and shake my head “No, you don’t get it. All this time you’ve shown me how much you trust me and the one time you keep something from me to protect me I begin to assume you did it because you’re a criminal who’s trying to play with my mind. You literally put me in your closest circle despite everyone else disagreeing and by what I know being in your closest circle is damn near impossible unless you have something good to add to the table. I just don’t understand why you even risked it all for a cop you barely even knew. How did you know I wasn’t going to betray you and kill you when you let your guard down?” He grabs my hand again but this time he gently plants a kiss on it without breaking his gaze from mine.

“Well, I let my heart guide me. Just the way you would act around me and seeing how comfortable you got with me showed me that you trusted me enough to let me see your vulnerable side but what tied it all together is your loyalty for me which made me fall for you even harder.” Trying to keep it together and not cry, my lips slightly tremble and I give him a small smile “Choi San, I love you.” He pulls me close while resting his hand on my lower waist and gently strokes my cheek with his thumb “And I love you Detective y/n y/ln.” The knot in my throat grows bigger but I manage to speak through it “Detective?” He nods “Yes, Detective because that’s how I met you. If it wasn’t because of that we wouldn’t have met. Hm, my Detective.” My eyes well up with tears and my vision blurs, unable to hold back the tears I’ve been keeping in for a while.

I hug San tightly and silently cry into his chest. He gently kisses the top of my head and says “Don’t cry, I should be the one crying seeing that I don’t deserve someone who actually worries about me.. I almost lost you today because of something stupid I did and that in itself made me realize how much I need you..” I look up at him with tears still streaming down my cheeks “I’m sorry if this comes off too strong but I just- I love you so much I can’t explain why. It’s so intense I’m afraid I need you too, you’re somehow my lifeline.” I don’t know if admitting this to him and being this vulnerable is a good idea but it just feels right especially after almost losing him. He gently presses his lips on my forehead and pushes a few strands of my hair behind my ears, wipes away the tears under my eyes with his thumb and smiles showing me his adorable dimples to comfort me. “If I’m your lifeline then that means you should be smiling when you’re with me not crying. I can’t stand to see such a pretty girl with the universe in her eyes cry like that.”

I sniffle and nod while wiping away the tears that just wouldn’t stop coming. I really need to stop. I pull myself together after a few seconds and chuckle at his words because although sweet, they still seem so cheesy. “Choi San, It’s scary how good you are at talking to women.” He gives me a shy smile and says “Ah...I uh. Well, you know I learned a thing or two from my dad and the way he’d talk to my mom. He loved her so much he would always remind her how much he loved her, so I guess it stuck onto me.” He really does consider his dad a role model with all his heart despite him being gone now. Which makes it much more heartbreaking realizing how much he probably misses him. “I’m just messing with you, but in all seriousness I’m glad you’re the type to let your heart guide you. A man who can be so vulnerable and sweet like that is the perfect boyfriend. That being said, your father taught you right and if I didn’t show my loyalty to a man like that I'd be a fool.”

San looks at me with a look of adoration then he pulls me close then I put my forearm on his chest gently keeping a small distance between us while I look up at him and point to Wooyoung with my eyes. San embarrassingly smiles and says in a whisper “Ah, I completely forgot he was in here.” I press my lips together holding back a laugh then I say “A friendly hug okay?” He gives me a dimpled smile and nods. “Come here angel eyes.”

He pulls me in for a hug again but this time in the process I happen to look at the door, there I see Seonghwa looking right at me and San. A look of sadness and shock was painted onto his sharp features but just as quick as I noticed it he quickly disappeared into the darkness of the hallway. He saw us. I don’t know if I should tell San or not, he already has so much on his plate from the police being on his ass to his best friend recovering from a gunshot wound to the lungs. Maybe I should handle this one myself instead. I look over at Wooyoung and smile “Well, I guess I’ll let you watch him now, I’ll come see him later when he wakes up. I honestly kind of just barged in here without really saying anything to the guys because I was too excited to come see you.”

While looking at Wooyoung, San nods and sits back down on the chair he was sitting in before. “Oh yeah, go ahead I’ll let you know when he wakes up. Besides I’m waiting for one of our allies to get back to me and let me know how everything is back in Ulwood.” I give San a quick peck goodbye and walk back into the living room and scan the room looking for Seonghwa until I see Yunho and Mingi having a snack together while laughing at who knows what on their cellphone. I walk over to where they were sitting “Hey, has anyone seen Seonghwa?” Yunho looks up at me and nods “Yeah, he said he was going to take a walk he left not too long ago, maybe a minute or so.”

I look over at the sofa and see a nice comfy hoodie and I put it on. Yunho’s eyebrow shoots up and curiously asks “Why are you putting on Hongjoong’s hoodie?” While I walk over to the door I smile “Well I’m going for a walk with Seonghwa.” Mingi gets up and shakes his head “You can’t leave, you might get found by cops if they already called in your disappearance.” I shake my head “Not if I’m wearing Hongjoong’s hoodie..” Yunho pulls Mingi to sit back down and says “It’s fine you can go as long as you cover your head and not let people see your face.” I nod and give him a quick thumbs up and run outside. Frantically looking around I see Seonghwa’s tall and slender figure walking in the distance so I run over to him “Hey! Wait for me!” I see him come to a halt and turn around with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, even from this distance I could tell he was upset.

When I get to a close enough distance to where he can hear me I say “Hey...” He nods acknowledging my words and says “What are you doing outside? You’re supposed to be inside resting..” I fix my hood to cover a bit more of my face “Yeah I know, I’m just going to cut to the chase. I just want to talk to you about what you saw.” Seonghwa looks forward not even giving me a glance then coldly responds “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I sigh and for a few minutes we walk in silence until we get to the park with a beautiful view of a small lake. I noticed the moon reflecting off of the water, it looked so peaceful and serene. A big difference in the environment between me and Seonghwa, you could feel how heavy the tension is. If I’m being honest it was kind of overwhelming, I have to just get it over with. Eventually I decide to break the silence between us “You do know what I’m talking about Hwa. I saw you.”

His eyes completely fixated onto the ground not wanting to even look at me “I really don’t want to talk about this, if you don’t want me to say anything to the others don’t worry I won’t.” My shoulders drop “You’re mad at me aren’t you?” He stays silent then I grab his arm and gently tug on it “Please, are you upset?” He silently shakes his head and almost like a switch he gives me a warm smile and says “No, I’m fine but you should seriously go back inside since you’re still recovering from an Injury let’s take you home.” He begins to walk back while I stay still holding his arm “No, Hwa please I don’t want what you saw to change our friendship.” He looks over at me keeping his warm expression “Nothing has changed don’t worry, everything is okay.” I stand there holding on to his sleeve for a few long seconds until he breaks the ice and says “How about we go get food then? Are you hungry? I’m sure you haven’t eaten in a while.” He’s not going to talk, but at least he’s not going to say anything. Something is off though I feel horrible because I know he felt hurt seeing that, his expression said it all.

I hum loud enough for him to hear and nod then Seonghwa gently pats my head with his other hand “Alright, I don’t want you to get sick or anything since you need the strength to get better.” How could he just switch his emotions like that? Is that how much he’s built a wall around his emotions to where even if he’s really upset he just hides it? Why is that so scary to think about? “So are you just not going to acknowledge what we were talking about a few seconds ago?” he shrugs “What is there to talk about? You and San are a thing.” Slightly taken aback I feel like the wind was knocked out of me with how blunt he is. After quickly recovering I respond “Yeah, but why did you storm out like that?” He smiles and shakes his head “I didn’t, I just needed a breath of fresh air.” I narrow my eyes “You’re such a liar.” He chuckles and starts walking again “We should go now, that chicken place you like is probably about to close.” I grab Seonghwa’s hand and pull him to a halt “Goddammit Seonghwa stop! Why can’t you just be honest with me? I’ve told you everything.”

Almost seemingly like something was triggered his smile vanishes and his gaze darkens. I hope I didn’t piss him off with the way I phrased it. ”Everything except that you were with San.” My hands run cold and my stomach drops causing me to stumble my words. “Okay, I fucked up with that yes I'll admit it but I was meaning to tell you just maybe not right now..” I slowly trail off then I find my train of thought again just as quickly as it went. “Hey, wait. Don’t turn this around on me, spill it. I asked you a question.” Seonghwa looks up at the sky as if to gain strength to speak then he lowers his gaze to meet his with mine and lets out a long sigh "Give me some time. I'll tell you one day but considering the situation right now I don't think it's the right time.” I grab onto his sleeve a little tighter “But-” He then quickly interjects whilst staying gentle “I promise, I'll tell you one day.” He looks away then looks over at the lake gently removing my hand from his arm “Come on, let's get us some food.” I let out a short sigh and quietly follow behind him.

When we arrive home Yunho, Mingi, and Hongjoong see Seonghwa set the food down onto the table quickly get up from the couch and hover over the table to see what he brought. Seonghwa hisses “Hey, don’t touch. That’s y/n’s” Hongjoong gives me an odd look and points at me “Why are you wearing my sweater?” I quietly gasp “oh, I'm sorry. I went out for a walk and I needed something to cover up so I could hide my face.” Hongjoong motions his hand for me to keep it “Just keep it, it's fine.” I shake my head whilst I begin to unzip it “Oh, no. I promise I'll wash it and give it back to you I can't-” Hongjoong chuckles “Keep it, I've got plenty anyway.” He takes a plate and walks over to take his seat.

Seonghwa pulls out a chair for me gently patting the backrest “Come on sit, I know you’re hungry.” Hesitantly I look at him then I sit down. I wasn’t exactly hungry anymore but I don’t want to seem rude. Seonghwa sets my food in front of me then serves himself and sits down letting the guys ravage the rest of the food. While Seonghwa talks to the guys and enjoys his food I sit there in silence eating my meal until I finish. Seonghwa then looks over at me and says “You’re quiet, did you like the food?” I nod and curtly reply “Yeah, it was delicious. Thank you for the food.” He smiles and says “You’re welcome, do you want seconds?” I shake my head and get up grabbing my dishes and heading to the sink “Um, no I’m fine you guys can have the rest. What I really need is to just relax for a bit, I’m kind of exhausted. So much has happened I still haven’t fully processed everything.” Seonghwa gets up and walks over to the sink and takes the dirty dishes from me before I’m even able to put them in the sink and says “Go ahead, I’ll clean these up don’t worry.” I nod and turn my back towards him and somehow, I can still feel him staring at me.

With everything that happened I feel like it sort of tarnished our friendship in a way even if he says it didn't which is why it feels awkward to have him even look in my direction. I need to get over it though because I don’t want to hurt him anymore than I already did, especially if I’m over here making it awkward.

I walk down the elegant dimly lit hallway and step into the tiny bathroom in this windowless penthouse, it wasn’t by any chance super fancy but it was actually looking a little too good for it to be a bathroom in a small hideout behind a tattoo shop. I guess San really wanted everything to be as comfortable for him and his inner circle as possible. I climb into the bath and sit there for a bit staring at the dimly lit lavender candle next to the tub focusing on the small flame. I wonder if Chris is going to convince Captain Lee with that story and if so is he going to get in big trouble for letting me leave. Knowing how strict Lee is I’m sure he will be upset for sure, I can’t be more thankful for Chris, although lying to him doesn’t sit well with me but I’m sure he’d understand that I’m doing it for his safety. If he finds out too early about Lee I’m pretty sure he won’t survive very long before he sends someone on him. I have to tread lightly when, if I do talk to Chris.

I sigh and lay my head back at the edge of the tub feeling the warmth of the bubbly water against my skin and the slight stinging sensation from the bullet wound on my shoulder. I hope Wooyoung will be okay, despite all the stuff he’s done to me he didn’t deserve that. I’m sure after seeing his bestfriend suffer a hit like that San’s definitely going to be out for blood when Wooyoung recovers. That’s also a sign that I need to keep a close watch on him and steer him clear of him doing something that’ll sink his whole plan on eliminating Lee. Eventually I get out of the bath and realize I have no extra clothes so I put on the soft white robe hanging on the door then walk into the hallway and peek my head into the room Wooyoung was in to see if San was there and ask for extra clothes but instead I was met with Wooyoung laying there with the oxygen machine next to him minus San.

I quietly sit on the chair and watch Wooyoung peacefully resting, he looked completely different than what I’m used to seeing from him. I grew accustomed to his looks of disgust and disapproval towards me that I almost didn’t recognize the peaceful man in front of me. I get startled when I notice his eyes slowly opening. Oh no, I know I wanted to talk to him but it never occurred to me that he might not want to talk to me. I nervously sit there in silence until I manage to say “Hey, Wooyoung. How are you feeling?” He stares at me still slightly sleepy and says “Better.” I slowly nod then give him a small smile “I’m glad you’re okay.” His serious expression slowly settles in again “Thanks by the way…You know, for distracting Lee and letting them save me. I appreciate it.” He awkwardly looks away and turns his face away from me. I can still tell he still doesn’t know how to feel about me, but he doesn’t hate me anymore. At least I think he doesn’t.

“Well, I couldn’t let San lose his best friend. I know how much you mean to him so I don't want him to experience another loss, not if I could prevent it at least.” Wooyoung continues to look away and says “Why do you even care though...I’ve treated you so bad since you got here, you could have just let me die you know...” I shrug “I mean as much as I don’t like the way you’ve treated me and humiliated me I care because I’m aware of how valuable a life is and it’s in my instinct to save them even if they haven't been too kind towards me. Despite you hating me I understand why you did it to begin with and it was to protect San because you know how vulnerable he is when he becomes reckless. That’s why I saved you, because despite you being an asshole towards me you don’t deserve your life being cut short and not being there for him.”

He turns his head to face me slightly annoyed “So you like San? Is that why? You saved me to save face with him? Why else would you care so much about him and his emotional state, you do remember it was his idea to kidnap you right?” I sigh and slightly rub the sides of my temple “Seriously? That’s what you got out of everything I said? But yeah...of course I like him, we’re friends. We grew close after he told me what happened to his dad. I kind of felt bad for him, especially the way his father was taken from him, it was very gruesome. I saw the aftermath and I honestly can’t imagine it being one of my family members.”

Wooyoung stares right at me almost like he was looking into my soul “Do you really think I’m that stupid? I knew the moment he told me to stop beating you was the moment he started to like you because I know him so well. San has never told me to do that, ever. When it comes to his line of work he doesn’t care who he has to hurt to get what he wants, we could have easily tortured you and sent your hand to your captain. That’s exactly why I was onto you even more when I managed to get that reaction from him. I knew that if he fell in love with a cop we’d all be screwed considering how reckless he’s always been. He always thinks with his emotions whether it be pride and hate or passion and love. I know. Maybe not everyone else but I know, I also know what you’re doing too.” He pauses and pushes himself up to sit up a little bit “I suggest you stop using San to kill your captain off just so you can benefit from it. Stop using his pain against him.” I blink in disbelief. How could he think I’m this type of person? I would never use San’s feelings against him much less to my benefit. This has to be a misunderstanding.

“No, Wooyoung. You’re misunderstanding me.I didn’t mean for it to come off that way. Once the captain is finished off I will not be returning to the police force, you also don’t have to worry about me staying here either. I’m not trying to use San at all I promise you on my grandfather’s grave. I want this just as bad as he does because I know once Captain Lee is out of the picture everyone will be more relieved, but that won’t happen unless both sides work together.” He silently stares ahead as if he was figuring out what to say then he says “There’s one last thing that I do want to let you know and it’s that I don’t care if you saved my life, mark my words I’ll put a bullet in your head if you betray us Detective.” Well, that escalated quickly. At least I’m safe knowing I don’t have those intentions. I smirk and raise an eyebrow and without thinking I say “Is that a threat? Well, aren't I glad that’s not what I’m intending to do because if I wanted to I could easily kill you and make it look like an accident...” I did not just say that, fuck.

Wooyoung raises his eyebrow and smirks “You wouldn’t do it.” I stare straight into his dark eyes and say with no hesitation “I can, but I won't. I’m better than to kill San’s best friend just to get my point accross. What I do want is that I just want to let you know that you have an ally in me if you ever need my help. It’s fine if you continue to hate me, just stop refusing my help. I really do mean well, whether you believe me or not.” I extend my hand and he stares at it blankly then looks at me and says “Right, I’ll keep that noted then.” I force a smile and awkwardly pull away my hand pretending I didn’t just get my handshake rejected and get up and I head over to the door. Before I leave I look back at him and say “I really hope you get better, I’m glad you’re okay. Please rest well.” He sits there in silence and turns his face away from me. I sigh and close the door behind me and sit outside in the hallway. I have no idea where my room is but i’ll be here in case Wooyoung needs something.

A few minutes after sitting down my eyes begin to get really heavy and I carefully lay down on the opposite side of my injured shoulder. I try to fight my pain medicine induced sleepiness until eventually I fall asleep. When I wake up hours later I notice I'm on a bed, I slightly wince in pain when I sit up from the injury on my shoulder. When I turn to my left I notice San was asleep next to me. He must have found me asleep outside of Wooyoung’s room. Maybe I should wake up I don’t think it’s a good idea to sleep with San here since everything is so compact and it’s harder to sneak around and not get caught. I don't want any issues with anyone else. I glance over the edge of the bed and I notice San laid out clothes for me to wear so I wouldn’t have to walk around with a bathrobe all the time. How sweet.

Once I put on the clothes he picked out let’s just say he worked with what he had which I’m proud of. It was a plain white t-shirt and some black jogger style cargo pants then I quietly head over to the living room and notice no one was awake yet. Hmm, I wonder what time it is? I look around for a clock and and see it’s 5 am. I should try and make something to eat at least. I check the fridge and notice nothing was in there so I sneak back into the bathroom and grab Hongjoong’s hoodie. On my way out I notice there’s a key on the counter by the entrance. How odd how it was just left there, it was probably Seonghwa’s and he left it there when we got home last night. So I decide to take the key and close the door behind me

I look around the dark tattoo shop careful not to trip on anything until I reach the door and unlock it then before leaving I lock it just for safety measures and head over to the grocery shop. I take a basket at the entrance of the store and In the middle of me deciding what meat to get I get a phone call from an unknown number. I answer it suspecting it was Chris but when I answer the phone I’m met with a familiar voice “Hello Detective, this is your captain speaking.”

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leviathism · 2 years

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Greetings ^^ I hope you’re alright,

I wanted to leave a request for obey me for the brothers to be specific, if you don’t have the time or motivation to write all brothers I would also feel grateful if you just wrote Mammon and Satan. I saw that you write aro MC und wanted to ask you how they would react to a ace/asexual MC ?

Like they just confessed their love to each other and MC tells them before they make things official that they’re asexual and don’t plan on ever having s*x with them and if it not sits right with them that they should search for another partner because MC is not going to step over their boundaries for a partner ? (Just a scenario for orientation)

Sorry if it ended up kinda long, feel free to add characters if you want to and have a great day/night :)

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You had been hesitant to tell Mammon.

He had been so, so happy when you accepted his long awaiting confession, so you decided to hold your tongue for a bit. But then you realized you had made a mistake by withholding that information. He deserved to know.

“I should tell you… before we get too serious.” Mammon is immediately ramrod straight, staring at you with a serious expression. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this. It makes you nervous. “Um, I’m not into… the whole sex thing. y’know.”

“Um. No?” He fumbled and you could almost see all the thoughts running through his head. “Do ya not think I’m attractive?”

“Well uh. Not really.” You were brutally honest and you had to be for him to understand. He looked like you just stabbed him in the chest. “Well, you are! Aesthetically. I like looking at you. A lot. You’re my home screen, you know? Just not sexually.”

He stared at you, confused again but slightly less hurt. “What?”

“It’s different for me, maybe not for you.” You we’re struggling to explain this to him without making it complicated. “I just don’t want to have sex. There’s not much in it for me, I guess. It’s really hard to explain.”

“…Ya still love me though?” He asked. You knew he was still confused but you’d just have to sit down and talk to him about it later.

“Yeah, I do.”

He nodded. “Then that’s good enough for me.” He grabbed your hand and shook it as if you two had just made a deal. “You’ll just hafta explain it to me in baby terms or somethin’. Sounds like a word maze.”

With Satan, it was easy to bring it up. You’d know he’d listen to you thoroughly, so you had no reason to worry. But then he had ended up being confused, which you hadn’t been expecting. And it threw you off.

Yes, he had heard of asexuality but only for animals and single called organisms and what not. So, to say he was confused was to put it lightly.

When you tried to explain that it could be applied to humans too, just in a different way, he had jumped to another conclusion.

“Oh, I get it. You’re not asexual, why would you say that?” Satan grabbed you by the shoulders, offering you a sweet smile while his words made your heart drop painfully. “You’re very much so attractive.”

Oh.

“Not like that,” you rushed to say, grabbing his arms so that he could focus and listen for once. You appreciated him being in a rush to try and make you feel better, but you needed him to listen to you. “I mean I don’t feel sexual attraction.”

Satan frowned, thinking.

“And um, I don’t think I’ll ever want to have sex. I understand how that could be a dealbreaker and how you might not want to compromise. But I’m not going to compromise either. You get it, right…?”

“I think I do.” He broke from your grip and you started to think he didn’t want to go through with it. Your mood dropped but before you could say anything else, he grabbed you and pulled you to his chest. “I don’t mind. I think I’d do anything for you.”

Cheesy, but you needed it right now.

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Tangerine Dream

I was trying on the nightgown that arrived in the mail before the telltale sound of his footsteps reached our room. The pink, see-through one had been such a hit that I’d ordered black and red ones, along with an orange one.

“Hey there, my love,” he smiled as he entered our room, catching sight of the black and red nightgown and running his fingers over it.

“So, what have you been up to, darlin’?” he chuckled. He gave me the playful look I fell in love with back in high school.

I was wearing my big, fluffy robe overtop of the orange nightgown. With a dopey grin on my face, I clutched it closed as if I were some pervy streaker ready to flash the next person who walked by.

“What’s with the grin? Smilin’ like that, your face might crack,” he teased, sitting on the bed.

“So— since the pink nightgown was such a hit, I ordered two more – the black one you see here and an orange one,” I couldn’t contain my upcoming embarrassment and let out a round of schoolgirl giggling.

“Babe, clothes on or off, nightie on or off, you look beautiful to me,” he took my hand in his, so I quickly grabbed the center of my robe with my other hand to make sure I kept the nightgown I was wearing a secret for a few more seconds.

“What are you hiding in there?” Jax joked, making a move to open my robe, but missing.

“Well, you liked the pink one, we know that. And you can’t go wrong with black, right; black goes with everything— sexy and sleek. But the uh— the other one, the orange nightgown…” I bit my bottom lip and prepared myself for the big reveal.

“Alright, all this build-up, now I have to see it,” he sat back against the headboard like he was waiting in the movie theatre for the film to start. “I can do a drum roll; do you want me to do a drum roll?” he started tapping his pointer fingers on his leg.

“Oh God,” I rolled my eyes, “And I thought I was the cringey one here. Anyway, here it goes!” I flung open my robe like a stripper on payday. “Ta-Da!”

The room fell silent. Jax stared at me with distant eyes. His smile was half on, kind of like a mannequin. I raised my eyebrows, waiting for homie to say something— anything. Finally, after an uncomfortable pause, he nodded and then burst out laughing.

“Ah, there it is,” I said.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Jax hastily covered his mouth.

“It’s fine, babe,” I could feel myself blushing at the embarrassment.

“No, I’m sorry, you’re beautiful,” he managed to say through his laughter as the robe slid off.

“It’s okay; I’ve been laughing for the past several minutes. I look like a carrot,” I held my arms out.

“Or a pumpkin,” he chuckled, pulling me into his lap. “Do you want to be the jack-o-lantern, and I’ll be the candle?”

I reared my head back and looked in his eyes, “That was stupid, Teller.”

“Yeah, not my best, was it?”

“No, not really,” I kissed his forehead.

“Well, then, let me try again, my little Tangerine Dream,” he flexed his eyebrows at me.

“Okay, that one was cheesy but a little better,” I snuggled up to him.

“Why aren’t you a tall drink of…” Jax paused and did the eyebrow thing again, “…orange juice.”

“And just like that, you’re back to stupid again,” I ran my fingers through his beard with my head on his chest. “I’ll give you Tangerine Dream; that one is nice. Maybe I’ll use it as my stripper name if you ever die doing biker stuff.”

“Stripper?” He looked at me like a mother who had just found a porno magazine under her son’s bed. “Why on earth would you be stripping?”

“What,” I said snarkily, “you don’t think I can?”

“Don’t think you can what? Take your clothes off? Of course, I think you can do that; who can’t? That’s not what I mean—”

“Chillax, Action Jackson, it’s a hypothetical— like if something ever happens to you and I have to make ends meet. I figured I could get a job with Luann or something at CaraCara.”

He just stared at me, as shocked as a priest hearing the most scandalous confession ever. “Girl, you best be kidding, or—”

“Jesus Christ,” I twisted his nipple, “Of course, I’m joking! But I do have a question. Why did all the comparisons you made of me in this nightgown circle around food: pumpkin, tangerine, orange juice?”

“Why? You look good enough to eat,” he smirked, nuzzling my neck.

“And your boobs look perfect, too” he grabbed a handful of one of them, giving it a firm squeeze.

“So, you like it, then?” I asked curiously.

“Hell yeah, I like it.”

“Well, you spoil me daily, so I have to return the favor,” I started sucking on his neck a little.

“Fair enough,” I felt him relax his muscles.

“Oh yeah,” I pushed myself slightly off his chest, “so I was going to cook us a nice dinner, put on a sexy nightgown for you in case you just wanted to snuggle and take a chill night. You sounded like you had a rough day when we were on the phone earlier— but I started trying these all on and lost track of time and well— I didn’t get dinner in the oven.”

“That’s fine. I say we skip dinner and go right for dessert?” he suggested. He gently pushed me to the side and stood up to remove the rest of his clothes.

“You wanna have a little fun?” I asked curiously before he kissed me, getting back on the bed. We moved together in a slow, sensual dance.

“Oh, big papa,” I bit into his neck.

“There’s my Tangerine Dream,” he purred, moving a little harder. He moaned when my hands reached his butt, giving it a good smack. I was really turned on, but I wanted to laugh at the Tangerine Dream comment in the middle of foreplay— but I kept it together.

A little while later, we were in bed, finishing up dinner. Jax had brought home Chinese food. We were cuddled up in each other’s arms. I reached up and gently scratched his beard as he smiled.

“Thank you, my love. This has been wonderful,” he said, kissing my forehead.

#jax teller x disabled reader #jax teller x oc #jax x oc #jax teller fluff #jax teller fanfiction

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babygirlgiles · 2 years

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📓👀

Hello my beloved mutual teatimewithgiles! I have been trying to think of a single idea I have not already told you about, especially bc I know I've told you about all the ones I daydream about extensively lmao.

Anyway! I don't think I've told you much about "How to Be an Empty Nester (And Love Every Minute!)". Basically, it's set after Buffy goes to college and Giles has gotten this parenting/self-help book, which the fic is titled after, about how to cope with your child leaving for college. Each section of the fic begins with a piece of advice from the book-- stuff like "building shared routines or rituals can help you and your child stay connected while they're away" or "don't helicopter: give you child some breathing room to discover who they are"-- and is followed by Giles dramatically failing to implement the advice. Sometimes it fails because it's just ridiculous in the context of their lives and who they are as people, sometimes it's just because he interprets it in kind of a ridiculous way, and sometimes it's just because he tries it and Buffy is like "uhhh what is going on what are you doing why are you acting so weird".

This all comes to a head with the piece of advice that's something like "reconnect with your child through a shared activity: a common goal is a great way to bond!" because Giles interprets that as. Summoning a small, relatively harmless demon :) For them to fight together :) As a bonding activity :)) Let's all keep in mind this is s4 Giles when he is not exactly as his most mentally well lol, he's not making the most sound decisions at the time.

Of course, Buffy finds out that he summoned the demon on purpose, is not exactly pleased about that for many reasons, and they get into a bit of an argument where he confesses that he got this idea from a self-help book (and she's just like ... a self-help book told you to summon a demon...?) and he explains that, no, but he's been trying to follow the book's advice because he feels so disconnected from her but he had no idea how to best reach out to her and stay part of her life. She's still pretty unhappy in the moment so Giles thinks he's really messed things up until a couple days later when (and this is the final section) he comes home to find Buffy in his courtyard with a pot of (atrociously bad) tea and she says something like "you said you have tea down here sometimes so I thought maybe we could... have tea?" as her gesture of goodwill and trying to reach out to him too. And it ends with the final piece of advice which I haven't exactly figured out how to word yet, but it's basically "be yourself: near or far, your child loves you for you!". And it's extra cheesy because being what finally worked for him to reconnect with her was when he was honest <3

Will I ever write this? Hopefully someday...

Thank you for sending me this ask!

Put “📓” or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I’ll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven’t written but daydream about.

#i also should mention that im pretty sure its olivia who tells him to get the book #she's like bestie youre dynamite in bed but girl get your shit together <3 #and ofc consulting a book is his method of getting his shit together lmao #I should also add that the ending was Kyra’s idea (kyra if you see this Hi!!!!)

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Mortal Enemies

James Potter x Slytherin!reader

Summary: James Potter and Y/N L/N. They despise each other. Or that’s what it looks like anyway. (Angst to fluff!) Requests by anon.

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“CALL ME AN IDIOT ONE MORE TIME AND YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO OPEN YOUR MOUTH ANYTIME SOON!” James yelled.

“Awe, would you shut me up with a kiss?” You fake pouted, and James resisted the urge to push you off your broom.

Hate is a strong word and not something you lightly use to describe your relationship with someone. But James irked you to no end, and you returned the favor. If that’s not hate, then I don’t know what is.

Both of you were team captains of your Quidditch teams, which frankly was how the competition started, both literally and metaphorically.

“That wasn’t fair. You basically threw me off!” He had yelled the first day. “It’s Quidditch, what did you expect?” You had yelled back. But that’s a long story.

Right now, you were in the middle of a game and instead of monitoring over what your teammates were doing, you were bickering to each other like kids over candy.

“Keep your disgusting mouth ten feet away from me!” He yelled furiously, his face red of both fury and just maybe, a result of blushing.

You blew him a kiss and flew off to the opposite direction. It goes without saying that the Slytherins won, and it goes without saying James was pissed. -

-Gryffindor dormitory, the next day-

“We need to take down Y/N L/N,” James said for the tenth time.

“I love you, but I’m not getting thrown into Azkaban for murder,” Remus replied, not looking up from his book.

“Speak for yourself!” Sirius had a huge smile when he sat next to James. “But buddy, are you sure you don’t know if you want to kill her? You seem way too obsessed with her. Almost as if you want to kiss her.”

James looked he was stabbed with a knife made of the wood from his own Quidditch broom.

“How can you even- what are you- I’ve got Lily!” He said like a fish out of water.

His friend sighed, “Lily’s been pretty persistent on saying no so far. Don’t you think you should let her go?”

“For Y/N L/N?? The girl who won’t hesitate to kill me in my sleep?”

“Who said anything about the both of you sleeping together?” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows.

“Have you given much thought to the two of you in a bed, Prongs?” Remus added, slightly smiling.

“Go back to your book!” James yelled.

“Okay, hear me out!” Sirius was practically jumping on the bed. “If you aren’t going to ask her out, does that mean I can?”

“No!”

“Bit too quick to answer there,” Remus muttered under his breath, just loud enough for James to make out what he was saying.

“The book, Remus! Back to your book!”

“Why not? Why can’t I ask her out either?” Sirius huffed.

“Because!” James was momentarily lost for words. Wait, why can’t he ask her out? Then his brain woke up, so he started listing off the obvious excuses. “She’s from Slytherin! Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team! My mortal enemy! You can’t go out with my enemy!”

“That’s not your choice to make!” Sirius was getting really good at acting. If Remus wasn't paying attention, even he would have thought he really wanted to ask out y/n and wasn’t doing all this just to get James to confess.

“I’ll ask her,” Padfoot continued. “And if she says yes, I'll go out with her. Unless you like her, or have any other reasonable objections, I’m doing it!”

“Fine!” James gave up. “Ask her out! Date her! Marry her! Help her raise her demon spawns! Don’t come crying back to me when it’s all over!”

Remus frowned. “Why do you guys sound like a cheesy couple breaking up in a very bad cheesy movie?”

“What is the point of holding a book if you’re not reading it?” James tried to snatched Lupin’s book but he raised the book, making James trip over his knees.

Sirius laughed. James stood up and stormed out. - “Mr. Potter, please don’t make this hard. Just take the seat besides Miss. L/N!” Slughorn seemed exhausted and honestly, you felt for him. You also felt a pang of hurt. Imagine someone disliking you so much that they refuse to sit beside you even if it’s the only seat left.

“I can’t, professor.” James said, quite firmly. “We don’t get along and I won’t be able to concentrate on my work.”

“I’m distracting is what I'm hearing.” You said, folding your hands.

“You’re annoying is what I’m saying.” He shot back, anger raw in his voice and eyes.

Even though you had friendly banters before and maybe even not-so-friendly banters, he had never looked at you with that much spite.

Just for a second, a sliver of hurt flashed across your face and he didn’t miss it. He sighed, but you were already packing up your books.

“Lily can switch with me.” You said, trying to sound casual. Dropping your books aggressively into your bag and glaring at James while you did it was casual, right?

“Her partner isn’t much of a git,” you added, purposefully slamming against his shoulder while walking past.

“Glad that’s settled. Let’s start, shall we?” Slughorn said, trying to sound pleasant.

James waited for Lily, a weird feeling creeping in when he saw you and a random Gryffindor working together. You weren’t smiling throughout the class and when it was over, you got out of the class quicker than you could say yeet.

“You’re a jerk, just ask her out.” Lily said, taking her own books.

He frowned, “I don’t like her.”

“You do, but you also happen to be oblivious as hell.” She slung her bag over her shoulders.

“I’m not oblivious, I literally chased after you for years,” James winked.

“Chased. Not anymore. For the last few days, you hardly even looked my way,” Lily smiled. “I wonder why.”

“You’re kidding- I was busy- uh- awe, were you jealous?”

“Actually,” Lily started hesitantly. “I’m happy. I did mean all those no-s. I like someone else and unlike you, I’m actually going to ask them out.”

“Who is it?” He noted how he did not feel jealous even in the slightest. He felt more angry when Y/N was sitting beside the Gryffindor. He had felt more angry when Sirius said he’ll ask Y/N out on a date.

Lily didn’t reply, but she smiled at Narcissa, who blinked cautiously at the friendly gesture, before giving Lily a small wave. The girl hurried out of the classroom with other Slytherins. James looked amused.

“Ask her out,” he said, realizing that he meant it. “She’ll say yes. Just make me the best man at your wedding.”

“Only if you bring Y/N as your plus one.” She stated, and left.

James took a deep breath in. He hated being confronted. He hated how hurt Y/N looked in that moment of vulnerability. He hated how he was the cause of it. Guilt, that was what he was feeling. Such a troublesome feeling to get and when you did get it, it was there to stay. All he knew was that he had to apologize.

- “Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.” James kept chanting your name in an endless loop. He was standing just across you from the Slytherin table and you were pointedly ignoring his existence while all your friends were throwing glares at him.

“Y/N. Look at me!” He waved his hands in front of your face, but you took another bite of your apple with not a care.

People who sat beside you were confused. And they were positively startled when James Potter, the one who spent all his life pranking and disliking Slytherins, came closer to the table until he was standing right beside Y/N L/N.

“I wanted to apologize.” He took the apple from your hands and you took another from the bowl in front of you.

“Scoot over!” He said to the girl beside you, and Narcissa made space for him to sit down, but not before glaring him down.

He took his place, looking extremely foreign among the sea of green clad Slytherins. But he sighed and looked at you again.

“Y/N.” He titled his head to one side, looking at you with his puppy dog eyes. Way too close. Way too cute. You almost looked at him.

“Y/N, I can stay here all day. I wanted to say sorry. I was a jerk in Potions. But you know why I always fought with you on the Quidditch grounds, right?”

Why? you wanted to ask. But you hoped he’d go on without persuasion. He did.

“Because you’re the most talented Quidditch Player I know.” He said softly. “And I can’t bear to lose to you every time. That doesn’t mean- I do admire how talented, determined, brave and gorgeous you are.”

“Gorgeous doesn’t really have to do anything with Quidditch.” You said and he smiled in victory.

“There we go! Just talk to me!” He said happily. “And I can’t just call you ugly when you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, can I?”

He said that so casually. He had practice flirting with Lily over the years. It was second nature to him now.

“You’ve been hanging out with Sirius way too much.” You said, hoping the blush on your face would be mistaken for anger.

“Speaking of Sirius, I’m extremely glad you decided to not date him. He didn't really like you anyway. He was trying to get me annoyed.” He explained, shrugging. “It worked.” James looked like he woke up from a dream and continued, “Anyway, seeing as you’re properly talking to me now. Y/N, I’m a jerk and I apologize for everything I’ve ever did.”

“Now if I don’t apologize, I’ll look like the bad guy.” You noted.

“Yes, I’m a genius, I know.”

You looked at him closely just for a second and after finding nothing but genuine regret there, you gave up. “Fine, I forgive you Potter. I’m sorry for everything I did too.” It did feel a bit good to let it out.

“This is the part where we hug, right?” He asked eagerly and you whipped out your wand.

“Don’t you dare!” You said sharply.

“Fine!” He raised his hands in mock-surrender, slowly getting up from the table now that his job was done. “So we’ll meet up tomorrow like we discussed?”

“What, where? We didn’t discuss-”

“You, me, Hogsmeade?” He rubbed his hair, pretending to think deeply, then nodded. “Yup, we did discuss it. See you then!”

“We did not discuss it-”

“SEE YOU THEN Y/N, IT’S A DATE.” He yelled loud enough for the entire Slytherin table to hear. Spoons froze in mid-air and everyone was either gasping or looking at you like you went crazy.

“It’s not a date!” You yelled back.

“Yes, it is!” He yelled, disappearing into the Gryffindor table.

#james potter x reader #james potter fluff #james potter angst #james potter imagines #james potter x y/n #james x reader #james x y/n #x you fluff #x imagines #fluff #angst #aaron taylor johnson #fancast #astoria writes

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oilivia · 3 years

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"worth the wait" - w/ Gojo

a/n: this ended up much longer than i intended to, but after watching the new JJK op Gojo was the only thing on my mind. no beta and smut after the cut. hope you’ll enjoy it and reblogs are appreciated!

pairing: Gojo x fem reader

tw: teasing, corruption themes, size difference, masturbation, nipple play, knee grinding, multiple orgasms, mindbreak, cum play

word count: 1.9k

You hate that you can’t hate him. You wish you didn’t find his stupid jokes so funny, or the matter-of-factly way in which he says “I’m the best” so attractive. It would all be much easier for you if you could snicker and roll your eyes at his confidence when he’d say “I know you think about me at night.”

Instead, thinking about him at night is exactly what you do. Hand between your thighs, fingers buried in your hole as you get off to the thought of him on top of you, pumping in and out of your tight cunt. You wonder how he’d react if one day you’d reply to his comment with an ‘Yes’. Would he laugh? Would he tease you? Or maybe you’d finally get to taste his lips, to wrap your fingers around his cock.

“What are you thinking about?” you flinch when you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Is it me?” he whispers in a teasing tone, a shiver running down your spine when his hot breath hits your ear. How much of an asshole can he be sneaking up on you like this? Well, fuck it, you think. What’s the worst that could happen?

“And what if I was, Gojo?” There is a short pause and you internally facepalm, maybe confessing it wasn’t such a good idea. But then he laughs and your eyes dart to him.

“So you’re finally admitting it. Took you long enough.” You don’t even get to say a word before his mouth is on yours. With a hand on the back of your head and one on your waist, he’s pushing you until your back is pressed against the nearest wall. He pries your legs open with a knee, pressing it against your crotch and when you whine, he pulls his tongue from your eager mouth with a smirk. “I thought you’d fight back a bit more. But I guess you find me irresistible, huh?”

You feel your skin burning at his words and the way he’s rubbing his knee on your pussy with only a couple of thin layers of clothing separating you isn’t helping. “You’re such a jerk,” you retort, but he just chuckles.

“And you’d like it if this jerk railed you right here?” He gathers both your hands and pins them above your head. Your heart is beating faster, the way he’s towering over you driving you crazy, his luscious lips within inches of yours. You want to give in so badly.

It’s now or never. “Not here,” you whisper, trying to convince yourself as much as him. You’re right in the middle of a hallway at Jujutsu Tech, not the best place to fuck. Not if you don’t plan on finding another job at least. It’s getting harder to hold in your moans the more he’s teasing your covered clit and at this point the spot on his pants that’s pressed on you must be wet as well.

“Hmm, I’ll indulge you since it’s our first time,” he chuckles and picks you up. A few moments later, he gently throws you on a bed “I brought you to my apartment if you’re so shy, though I’d rather have taken you right against that wall.” You know some things about Gojo’s cursed techniques, but still, it never fails to amaze you just how strong it is. Maybe that’s part of the appeal. That, and the few times you had those otherworldly eyes staring down at you.

You don’t have much time to analyze your motivations, not with the man himself climbing on top of you, jacket thrown next to the bed and shirt half unbuttoned. He is going to make you work for it if you want to see him naked. He enjoys seeing the battle within you between your desire for him and your desire to remain unbothered. It amuses him. It’s always fun, making the cool and collected ones lose themselves with lust. Have them crawl to him on their knees. And he knows just how to do it.

“You look so pretty splayed like that on my bed,” he mutters as he runs his hand up your naked leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps from your calf to your inner thigh. “I think we should take these off, they’re drenched,” he coos, tugging down your panties. You whimper when you feel the cold air hit your drooling slit. His lips are closing in to your ear again “And I’m keeping them - a memento of how much you want me.” He loves watching your expressions when he pushes your buttons. It’s easy with you, you respond so cutely to his teasing, so sensitive, so needy. He can’t wait to see how you’ll squirm when he’s fucking you, how your eyes will roll at the back of your head.

“Pervert,” you hiss, but he only chuckles at that. Gojo licks the shell of your ear, hand kneading your breasts. A whine escapes you and you feel the corners of his mouth tug into a grin as he’s planting kisses on your jawline - he’s breaking your defenses, slowly but surely. Why would you be resisting him anyways?

“So you’re into perverts, hmm?” He slips a finger between your wet folds slowly and you moan oh, so prettily for him. “Moaning like this from just a finger, such a cutie. What are you going to do when I put my cock inside you? Good thing the walls aren’t thin.” He pushes in and out of you while he’s lifting your top, planting kisses on your stomach and moving up to your breasts. He frees them from the confine of your bra and latches his mouth on one of your nipples, sucking as he adds a second finger in your cunt. You whine and he relishes the way your walls are sucking in his digits. You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around his cock.

Tingles run through your body. When you do it yourself it doesn't feel nearly as good. But you want more - need more. So when you see him release your nipple with a pop and pull his fingers from your sopping cunt only to stare at you with an impish smile, you can’t help but whine “Gojo, please!”

“Call me Satoru,” he grins “You’re always so formal, even naked on my bed. And please what?”

“Please stop being such a tease and just fuck me already!” Your cheeks are burning up, you can’t believe he’s making you act like such a needy slut.

“All you had to do was ask,” he chuckles, untying his blindfold “I want you to look at me while I make you cream on my cock.”

Gojo’s eyes are just as mesmerizing as you remember and staring into them feels like taking a plunge off a cliff, just to fall into the sky. You bite your lip, you could be so cheesy sometimes. But you can’t stop looking, barely registering the way he takes your hands and places them on his shirt, unbuttoning it with your own fingers and then moving to undo the clasp of his belt.

“Just like this,” he coos, pushing you on your back once he’s done making you undress him. Your eyes widen when you see his cock, fully hard and drops of precum leaking from the tip. “You like it?”

“I-I’m not sure it’s going to fit-”

“We’ll make it fit,” Gojo coaxes, placing your legs on his shoulders and pressing the tip against your entrance. You whine, the way he’s spreading your muscle rim both painful and delicious. Inch by inch he’s stretching your tight walls, your back arching. He’s rubbing against each and every one of your sensitive spots and you’re so close to cumming just by having him enter you. “Oh, look at you, you’re so fucking wet and still so fucking tight.”

He grunts, sheeting himself inside you fully with one deep thrust. He gives you a moment to rest, enjoying the way your walls clench around his length. Gojo had his eyes on you for a while. He saw the way you always hesitated for a second every time he teased you, how you’d fight laughing at his jokes. And how you swayed your hips so alluringly each time you walked away as if spending one more second in his presence would make all your defenses crumble. But he knew it was just a matter of time before you’d fall right into his arms. You were just too cute, too innocent - he had to have you.

“S-Satoru,” you moan his name when he starts moving again. Each thrust is hard and deep and each of them makes the coil in your abdomen tighten. His hands are on your ass, spreading your cheeks. You cry his name over and over. And he just pounds into you, slamming his hips into yours. He isn’t going to be gentle just because you never had a cock as big. He can’t, he’s not that merciful. You’re just too pretty, how you whine and squirm, how your much smaller body shakes when he touches you, when he fucks into you. Your eyes are glazed over, but you don’t close them, no, you’re looking straight at him. Drool is dripping from the corner of your mouth, and slick is running down your thighs.

“You’re such a mess. Such a pretty fucking mess,” he smirks and thrusts harder. Your hands grip the sheets. So desperate, so needy. You need to hold onto something to keep you from bursting. But when he leans on you and his lips wrap around your nipples once more - you can’t hold it anymore. The coil snaps as your mind goes blank, your body frantically trying to pull him deeper inside you, squeezing, milking him.

He’s panting as he keeps fucking you through your high. He’s chasing his own release, trying to decide which part of your body he should mark with his cum. Your bouncy tits? Your pretty face? Or maybe he should just finish inside you and watch as it drips from your well-fucked hole. He’s close, so close. And you’re still cumming - is it the second or the third time? It doesn’t matter.

Pulling out of your velvety walls, he strokes his cock while rubbing your clit. He wants to see you squirming for a little while more. His body jerks and with a grunt he sprays his cum all over your stomach and breasts, a few drops landing on your face as you’re cumming again from the pressure on your clit.

He’d ask you if you’d be able to fuck another man after this, but there was no point. You are so out of it, your walls clenching around nothing and body still shaking - you couldn’t answer him anyway. Gojo will just have to wait until you’re coherent again. He knows you won’t be able to stay away from him anymore, you’ll just be crawling on your hands and knees back to him, begging for his cock. And he’s going to give it to you, he’s going to fuck you in every corner of the school. It seems the wait was worth it.

#jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo imagine #gojo scenario #♡.cherry

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shina913 · 2 years

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Gradation, Part 9.5 | JJK

Gradation, Part 9.5

gra·da·tion | \ grā-ˈdā-shən , grə- \

Definition: 1a: a series forming successive stages 1b: a step or place in an ordered scale 2: an advance by regular degrees 3: a gradual passing from one tint or shade to another –Source: Merriam-Webster

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Pairing: JJK x Fem!reader

Rating: M (🔞); NSFW

Genre: BF2L; slow burn; fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 6.8K+ words

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF--you could bounce off it; some alcohol consumption; excessive cussing; extreme cheesiness; grand romantic gestures; protected!sex; exhibitionism; oral (F-receiving); body worship; praise kink; dirty talk; vulnerable confessions

Summary: On your wedding day, your fiancé leaves you at the altar. While reeling from the embarrassment and heartbreak, your best friend, Jungkook, wants to do everything that he can to help you heal.

A/N: I can't believe this is the second to last chapter! Being off work for the last couple weeks has given me a LOT of time to think about JK and YN so I had to split this monster in two.

Events take place right after Part 9 so please read that first before jumping into this--unless you'd prefer to get right to the good stuff.

Please let me know what you think or feel free to send questions 📩

Thank you for all the love you’ve shown Gradation!

Dinner goes by like a breeze–he ended up helping you prepare and cook the soup.

Jimin was right–there were no awkward, getting-to-know you conversations. And just as Jungkook said–things didn’t have to change. You were still friends but with a little extra something mixed in.

At some point during the course of the evening, Jungkook declares that he wants to take you on a real, legitimate date.

You argue that this dinner should already be considered a date but he disagrees. It’s a prelude, at best but not a date-date.

You’ve been privy to some of his first date stories and from what you’ve gathered, he wants to leave a good impression especially if he’s really into somebody. It’s different now, though…because he wants to impress you.

You finally relent and let him sort out the details.

“You know you can just take me for ramen or something. I’m a cheap date and all I want is good food.” You kept trying to argue as he walked you to your car.

“Psh…” he dismissed you. “That wouldn’t fly with me. I want to plan something that will blow you away. And I think I might have an idea already.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You eyed him suspiciously. “Fine,” you roll your eyes. “Just let me know when.”

“Yes,” he pumps his fist as if he won some competition.

“Okay well…I’m up for a hellish few days at work and I might even have to be on-call over the weekend so whatever you think you might be planning, just keep that in mind,” you warned.

“Of course. I’ll check in with you to make sure the timing works out.”

You retrieved your keys, preparing to unlock your car.

“You got everything,” he asks.

You hummed and rocked back on your heels.

He moves in closer and you meet him halfway, tilting your head to the side as he pressed a kiss on your lips, stopping short of deepening it.

When he pulled back, you sighed, suddenly feeling bereft.

“Text me when you get home?” You bit your lip and nodded.

He stood and watched as you drove away.

For the first time in a while, you didn’t need to look over your shoulder, or wait for the other shoe to drop. Your mind was clear and thought that you had truly opened yourself to possibilities of happiness.

“Do you need me to help you pick another outfit,” Taehyung laughed.

“I think I can manage,” you said as you took a sip of your drink.

“I mean–if that dress that we picked for Jin’s party was any indication, you could go for something similar,” he teased. “Instant bo—“

You shrieked. “Oh my god, Tae–stop it!”

He doubled-over in laughter.

“Besides, if I picked something similar, I would freeze to death,” you said, blushing.

“You know, Jiminie was right. You and JK–it just makes sense. It doesn’t have to be complicated all the time.”

“Yeah. I mean–there’s a lingering fear but whatever happens happens,” you shrugged.

“That’s true. I might be jumping the gun here but—I’m happy for both of you, really,” he says with his signature boxy smile.

You smiled at him warmly.

“And not to beat a dead horse but—I just want to see you happy,” he said while fidgeting with your discarded cocktail umbrella.

He sighed deeply. “Seeing you break down in the chapel that day…it haunts me every now and then. For one person to feel all that at the same time? I can’t imagine it.”

“Tae…” You blinked away tears.

He takes a cocktail napkin and dabs it away.

“But you came back from that, YN. You did it!”

“Not without a lot of help,” you said with a crooked smile.

“Still. You’re here. It means there’s hope for us all.”

You both chuckled.

“Fuck, I can’t believe you made me cry. And now I can’t show my face here again,” you glanced at the bartender.

You both laughed as you caught up over another round of drinks.

It’s finally here, your first official date with Jungkook! On the days leading up to this, you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t stress and just wanted to relax and have a great time. No expectations! And yet here you are fussing with your dress.

You kept asking Jungkook for hints as to where he was taking you. You reasoned that you only want to dress appropriately for the weather and location.

The only clue that he gave away was that it was indoors. Real helpful. So you decided on a lightweight wool sweater dress that had an off-shoulder, asymmetrical neckline. It could work with warm or cool weather.

You accessorized with a belt around your waist and decided on black tights for bottoms and leather boots that stopped right below your knees for comfort.

A buzz on your door tells you that Jungkook is right on time. You finally stop messing with your outfit to answer the door.

As soon as you open it, you are greeted with ‘side-brushed hair, button-down shirt, black jeans, and combat boots’ Jungkook. You gawked him while he eyed you with the same amount of hunger.

When did it get hot in here? And he left the top two buttons undone? What does he want from you?!

“Wow, you look beautiful,” he interrupts your dirty thoughts.

“You clean up well yourself,” you managed to say.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, I just need to grab my coat and my purse.”

You both make your way down to his car. He opens the door for you, like the gentleman that he is.

As he gets in the driver seat, he reaches back to retrieve something.

“For you.” He presents you with a single, red, long-stemmed rose. You bring it to your nose to smell it right as you accept it from him. He’s already racking up points and the evening just started.

“And…I’m going to need you to put this on.” He shows you something that looks like the eye mask that you use when you go to sleep.

You look at it incredulously. “A blindfold? You’re not trying to get kinky all of a sudden are you,” you teased.

He laughs at the thought then turns serious quickly. “Who says I wasn’t to begin with,” he says, raising his pierced eyebrow.

You sink into your seat hoping it would swallow you up right now.

“It’s only for a few minutes. I just don’t want to spoil anything. I promise you’ll like it…and if you don’t, I have chocolate-based desserts ready.”

You eye him suspiciously for a second but acquiesce and put the blindfold on.

It felt like a 10-minute drive on the highway and judging by the constant stop-and-go motions, he had gotten off an exit and took some side streets.

You continue to make casual conversation in the car the whole drive until you feel the car slow down and slightly dip as if he was descending into a parking structure.

The engine turns off and you hear rustling as Jungkook pulls his phone out of his pocket.

“I just need to make a quick call.”

“I swear to God, Jungkook. If this is some sick kidnapping kink, I will cut you.”

Jungkook starts howling. “Dude, can you just be quiet for a minute and let me make this phone call?”

You groan in response and relent.

You hear a deep voice pick up on the other end.

“Hey…we’re here. I parked in the back like you said. I saw your bike so I figured we were in the right place…Right by the door?...Alright, cool…See you in a bit.” He ends the call.

“Alright, it’s a short walk but I want you to keep the blindfold on, okay?”

“Do I have a choice?”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “You know, you’re going to regret all that attitude once I reveal this location.”

“Okay, okay. Putting it away now.” You hated surprises because it made your mind race and guessing drove you crazy.

“Good. Let’s go, he’s there and just opened the backdoor for us.”

Jungkook carefully helps you out of the car and you walk a short distance to whatever backdoor this is.

“Jungkookah,” a deep voice greets him.

“Hi, hyung. Thanks for this huge favor.”

“It’s no problem at all,” the deep voice responds. “I hope she likes it. I strategically turned some lights off to change the vibe a bit,” he chuckled. “Anyway, I’m rambling. Just follow me.”

“Oh, right on!”

“Uh, hi,” you utter. “Sorry, I can’t see you right now but thank you for doing this.”

The deep voice laughed amusingly. “Happy to do it. There weren’t any events today so Jungkook asked at the perfect time. I also owe him a favor or two.”

You walk through what sounds like an underground structure with the way your voices echo. You also hear fans whirring, which makes you think that you were next to a boiler room or industrial passageway.

After walking through another set of doors, the echoing ceased and the room sounded calm. You moved a few more steps further until Jungkook and the unknown voice deemed you to be in an optimal position.

“Alright, well…here you go,” the deep voice says.

“Ready, YN?”

“Yes…” you say in anticipation.

Jungkook gently pulls the blindfold off you and you gasp as soon as you recognize where you’re at.

Soft blue and purple shades radiate around the space to enhance the centerpiece of the room—a huge coral reef that houses thousands of tropical fishes of different species native to the Asia-Pacific. You have been to this place multiple times before but you always had to contend with tourists or school children on field trips.

You were at the City Aquarium. You stand in awe at this magnificent view.

You spun around until your eyes found him. “Oh my…Jungkook! This is amazing,” you gasped.

He stands there with a huge grin on his face, clearly pleased with himself.

“How did—“

You glanced over behind him and guessed that this was the man with the deep voice who guided you through the bowels of this aquarium.

“YN, I don’t know if you remember one of my clients, Namjoon-hyung.”

“And a good friend, too.” He walks up to shake your hand and gives you a dimpled smile which you thought was charming.

“Yes, of course. I’ve heard so much about you!” And possibly a little more than you know, based on your last exchange with Lisa.

Jungkook gives you a baffled look since he doesn’t remember bringing up Namjoon that much in your regular conversations. He thought you were just being polite.

“So good to see you again. I thought you worked at the City Museum?”

“I do, but I have a small office space here as well for research. I’ve always had a keen interest in arthropods–focusing on crabs–and mostly advocating for sustainable fishing methods to maintain the healthy population in the area.”

You could see why Lisa was clearly enraptured with him. The man just screams range!

“Wow, I don’t know how you juggle it all. Thank you for accommodating us.”

“Pleasure’s all mine. When Jungkook called me and talked to me about this whole plan, I was a little skeptical at first. But one day a month, we close down a bit earlier for inventory and some maintenance. Some of the researchers get some quiet time as well. Tonight happened to be one of those nights.”

“I hope we’re not imposing, hyung.”

“Not at all,” he laughs. “It’s mostly quiet and we have a small team working this evening but they’ll be mostly glued to their computers trying to finish their research so you’ll have this area all to yourselves. The maintenance crew finished ahead of schedule as well so you two are lucky.”

“Thank you so much!”

“Thanks again, hyung.”

“Of course! And I asked my assistant to help set up this little area as well. The caterer pretty much had everything ready to go.”

You turn around to see which area he was referring to and see a small table with two place settings, lit with tea lights. Some cut flowers adorn the center of the table as well.

“Alright. Well, just give me a call when you guys are done. I’ll be upstairs in my office.” You bid your farewells to Namjoon for now and thank him once again while he retreated to his office.

You walk over to the table and see that it is set up right next to the leafy sea dragons—your favorite attraction.

“Kook, this is insane! How did you pull this off?”

“Hobi’s not the only one with connections that matter.”

“I’m…very impressed.”

Jungkook tilts his chin up proudly. “Good. That’s what I was going for.”

It turns out that the caterer was one of Hobi’s connections. They had done small events for him in the past so he got them connected with Jungkook.

You both gab away during dinner then after dessert, you go for a leisurely stroll to view the other attractions at the aquarium.

About two hours pass and Jungkook asks you if it was alright to call Namjoon. Even though he said to take your time, you didn’t want to take advantage of it even though it was such a great opportunity to explore the museum freely.

Namjoon arrives about the same time the caterers return to pick up their supplies. You exchange thank you’s as Namjoon walks you back down the same path that you took coming in here. He explains that it was indeed the staff entrance.

“You caught me at a perfect time, man. This might be one of the last times that we see each other,” Namjoon said.

“What do you mean? Are you going somewhere?”

“Somewhat. I, uh, took a new position. In Paris,” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Wow, hyung! Congratulations,” Jungkook exclaims.

“Congratulations, oppa! How exciting!” You smiled, knowing exactly why he was moving.

“Yeah, I’m leaving in a month. Just waiting for the visas and whatnot to be mailed out. But uh, yeah. I’m very excited!”

“Aww man…It’s gonna suck not getting to work with you anymore but I’m happy for you,” Jungkook says, giving him a quick bro-handshake.

“Thanks. We should schedule a meeting soon, discussing contact turnover and all that.”

“Of course, of course! Just email me, yeah?”

“Will do. And good seeing you again, YN.”

“Thanks, Namjoon-oppa.”

Before you head over back to Jungkook’s car, he offers you both another tour, during the daytime, before he was due to leave and he’d be happy to oblige. You made a mental note to send Lisa a message later to get all of the juicy details.

Afterwards, you drive back to your place. The rose in one hand and the other laced with Jungkook’s hand. You look at each other and smile warmly at how beautiful this night turned out to be.

*******

You walk hand in hand down your hallway towards your door. As you turn around to face him, he asks if you had a good time.

“God, no! It was terrible,” you said sarcastically.

He laughs as he wraps an arm around your waist while pulling you close to him. He knows that sarcasm is basically your second language.

You then instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. “I had an amazing time, Kook. I’m not gonna lie but that blew me away. Might be hard to top that one,” you tease.

“Ahh…just wait and see. I’ve got more up my sleeve,” he teases as his face inches closer to yours. He looks into your eyes, down at your lips, then back up at your eyes.

You take the hint and tilt your face up closer until you’re nose to nose. He closes the gap as his lips gently brushes yours and finally kisses them.

This wasn’t necessarily your first kiss but it sure felt like one. Although it was just a slightly long peck to your lips, you instantly feel as if hundreds of butterflies had just emerged from their chrysalis and taken flight. It gave you that familiar tingle down your spine.

You never thought you’d get this feeling again, much less from your best friend. However, any remaining apprehension that you had about pursuing a romantic relationship with him fades with this kiss. The butterflies don’t lie.

You open your mouth slightly and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in. You tighten your grip on his neck as your kisses deepen. Tongues dancing in each other’s mouths, he squeezes your hip with one hand while the other is resting on the small of your back—respectfully resisting the urge to squeeze your ass and grind his hips into yours.

You wished you had the same amount of self control.

When you both finally come up for air, you feel your heart racing. As you rest your hand on his chest, you feel his heart flutter just the same. He rests his forehead into yours as both your breaths stutter, trying to get them under control.

We’re in trouble here.

“Just to remind you…I don’t have sex on the first date,” you manage to say between pants.

He pushed his lower lip forward in a mock pout. “Then you should have worn a different dress.”

You tried so hard to keep a straight face but crack when you see his lips twitch and it’s not long before both of you burst into fits of giggles.

He then sighs and looks up at you with hooded eyes. With a low voice, he asks, “Does this mean I get a second date,” and finishes it off with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

You need to put a stop to this right now before you drag him inside, rip his shirt open and watch those buttons fly.

Instead, you settle with smoothing non-existent wrinkles on his shirt. You stand your ground and respond with a simple, “Yes.”

He gives you a wide grin and nods, “Good. Did I tell you that you look really beautiful tonight?”

Heat rises to your cheeks in embarrassment. “Mm-hmm. Several times.”

“Okay, just making sure.” Now it was his turn to get all bashful.

You look away to dig your keys out of your purse and turn to unlock your door. You turn back around to face him and tell him you had a really great time and wish him a good night.

He takes the opportunity to give you another kiss. This time, it was open-mouthed, without tongue but it lit that same flame in your belly that warmed your chest like a smooth shot of tequila—equally giving you the same dizzy feeling.

“Call or text when you get home?” You pull away.

“I will,” he promises. And unlike other dates you’ve had, you know that he’s good for it. “Goodnight.”

“Good night.” You watch him walk towards the elevator and push the down button. He looks down at his shoes and puts his hands in his pockets as he waits for the cab to arrive at your floor.

As the elevator dings open, he holds the doors so they don’t close on him. He looks back at you, smiles, and nods ‘goodbye.’ You give him a small wave back and bite your lip as he steps into the elevator. With a small thud, the doors shut.

“Well, it’s about damn time,” Hobi exclaims on the phone.

“Oppa, you too?! Am I like, the last person on earth to pick up on this,” you asked.

“I have to say, sis—you’re very observant and have great instincts but you definitely glossed over this one. I mean, Jungkook did too, but the point is, this is finally happening,” he reveals excitedly.

“Wha—“ you pout. “I feel like it would have saved me a lot of grief and not to mention saved mom and dad money if you had spoken up about this before and I wouldn’t have wasted my time on Derek.”

Hobi has always been protective of you. That’s what brothers do. They feel that they have the sole right to annoy you but when they sense other dudes sniffing around their sister’s perimeter, they turn into defenders of their universe.

He has never hovered or meddled in your relationships. He offers advice when you ask for it and keeps a respectful distance and tries to be neutral and reserve judgment until he needs to call bullshit out.

Somehow, this is not the case when it comes to Jungkook. It sounds like he’s been rooting for him this whole time. And that is something foreign to you because although he showed Derek respect while you were together, there was an underlying hint that Hobi did not like him. And your brother liked everybody.

“Ah, c'mon, YN. You guys had to come to it on your own time—when you were both on the same page. If you do things before you’re ready, it would feel forced. Contrived. And then it would have just turned to shit,” he explains further.

You nod at your brother’s words even though he can’t see you through the phone.

“So you think dad won’t try and put on his Vito Corleone impression if I brought him over for dinner? ‘You come into my house…’” you trail off in your best Godfather voice.

Hobi roars into fits of belly laughs while on his car’s bluetooth speaker as he comes to a stop at the light. The driver in the car next to him eyes Hobi strangely as he loses his shit. He doesn’t have a care in the world. He will laugh with his whole body if something is legitimately funny—he just won’t hold back.

“Aahh…YN,” he sighs as he catches his breath. “It warms my soul and my lungs to hear you make jokes again.”

You smile into the phone once more. “And to answer your question, to be real—there’s a small chance that he might try it just because circumstances have changed between you two. So, if he does try, just humor him, yeah?”

You roll your eyes at this. “Fine,” you relent.

“C’mon, don’t be so pressed. Dad loves Jungkookie. But dad wouldn’t be dad if he didn’t try and make his baby girl’s boyfriend squirm first.”

Hmm…boyfriend. You blush at the term.

The light turns green and Hobi proceeds to turn towards the parking structure where his next meeting is located.

“Anyway,” he pauses to grab a parking pass, “He and I spoke a couple days before your date…I don’t know—trying to get my permission or whatever. I just laughed at him. I told him, ‘Listen, bro. You don’t have to ask me if I was cool with you dating my little sister. You’re not a stranger to me.’

Besides, I already gave him the whole spiel when you guys were teenagers with his raging hormones. So far, he’s made good on that promise and I just reminded him that all of that still stands…even 10-12 years later. And I don’t care if he works out more than I do now because I can still do painful things to him.”

He pulls into a spot then turns off his engine. “I say, enjoy it. Have fun—but spare me the details, okay? You’re still my sister and he’s like my default brother. I don’t need to know what all goes on behind—“

“Okay, Hobi! I got it,” you cut him off abruptly.

He laughed. “Alright, YN. Good talk. Love you!”

“Love you back!”

“How’s that proposal going, YN? Will that be ready for me to review for quality assurance at the end of the week?”

You look up from your notes to give Yoongi an update. “Yes. We’re just waiting on one more letter of commitment from a subcontractor and the final numbers from the budget team. Both of those are expected by close of business today.”

“Excellent. Well, thanks, everyone! It’s going to be a busy next few months so I appreciate you getting ahead of the game. See you all at the next check-in. If anything comes up before then, you know that my door’s always open.”

The team murmurs their thanks and the staff meeting officially adjourns.

“YN, can I have a quick word?”

“Sure. What’s up?” You took a couple of steps closer to Yoongi after picking up your laptop and printouts.

“Are you doing alright?”

“Yeah,” you beamed. “Lots of exciting opportunities are coming in.”

“Good. And everything else,” he gave you a knowing smile.

You chuckled. “Everything else is amazing, Yoongi.”

“Seems so. You look…different.”

You furrowed your brows. “Different how?”

“I don’t know how to describe it. It’s like a huge weight was lifted off you or something.”

“Oh,” you laughed. “I mean—I guess you could say that.”

You felt lighter, indeed. Still coming down from a high after making things official with Jungkook. I guess when you radiate happiness, everybody else could feel it.

“I won’t pry but I’m glad to hear it. I thought this might be the perfect time to share some news with you.”

“News?”

“I know your annual review isn’t officially for another week but I wanted to unofficially welcome you to the senior staff group.”

You gasped. “Oh my god! Yoongi! How? I-I thought I had to be leading three projects for at least two years to be considered?”

“Well, the board and other powers-that-be were very impressed with your performance at the convention so they decided to make an exception,” he said smugly.

Your jaw dropped as you were utterly speechless. “Would it be incredibly unprofessional of me to hug you right now?”

He pursed his lips then sighed. “You know that I am not a hugger–“

He quickly glanced to make sure that nobody was standing or walking by the conference room.

“But…fine, hurry up while the coast is clear. And nobody can know about this!”

You squealed and quickly wrapped your arms around your boss. “Thank you so much, Yoongi!”

You felt his hand lightly pat you in the back.

As you pulled away, he gave you a gummy smile. “Congratulations. You deserve it, YN.”

“You gave me all of the tools to succeed. This is as much your success as it is mine!”

He nodded in appreciation.

“And YN, it goes without saying that this is company confidential until I meet with all of the directors next week to certify it. I also don’t want Andy to find out early—not that I give a shit since he doesn’t directly report to me”

You both chuckled.

“Alright. Back to work!” With a wink, he walked out of the conference room.

As you walk back into your office and settle back into your desk, you pick up your cell to share the happy news with Jungkook.

After you hit ‘send,’ you glance up at your bulletin board and see three strips of photos of you and him that were taken many years ago at a photo booth.

The first two were variations of you contorting your faces at the camera and laughing but the third strip of photos was what caught your eye.

You reached over to unpin it from your board to take a closer look.

He was facing you and you were facing him. The photo set looked more like transition shots–like neither of you were ready. But it was the way you looked at each other in those photos that held your attention.

Jungkook was always first on your call list—it wasn’t your mom, your dad, or Hobi.

It didn’t matter whether you had happy news or sad news—he was always the first to know. The first to tell you, ‘Congrats, let’s celebrate!’ or ‘I’m sorry, that sucks. Wanna talk about it?’

And maybe you didn’t think much of it until now but looking back at these photos, you realize that after all these years and everything that you’ve been through together, he was there for every important milestone. It wasn’t by default or out of convenience—but because you specifically chose him to be present in every moment to share it with you.

[Jungkookie] 10:37 AM: FUCK, YEAH! CONGRATS!!! You deserve it, bub! Let’s celebrate!!! 🍾🍾🍾

And with that, it wasn’t difficult to discern that you were in love with him, too.

Over the weekend, you decided to go with something a bit more low-key following a grand, breathtaking first date from the previous week.

You found a drive-in movie theater about an hour away and proposed to go there for your second date and celebrate your promotion.

Although most of the theater’s features were fairly vintage, the concessions had both classic and contemporary offerings from popcorn and candy to made-to-order snacks and even included some food trucks that had a variety of cuisines.

“You know, we could have gone to a nice restaurant and ordered some champagne,” he said glumly.

You both settled into the back seat, with the front seats collapsed, after you both picked up your food.

“What? You don’t like tacos and wings,” you asked while you took a bite out of your food held on a cardboard serving tray.

“Well…yeah but not for a date,” he sulks.

You took his chin and turned it towards you.

“Hey—it’s me. I don’t need to be impressed. You, most of all, don’t need to impress me, okay?”

“Fine.” He gave you a small smile.

“Good.” You crane your neck up slightly to give him a peck on the lips then munch on a chip.

“Can I get another one of those?”

“Oh, here—“ You offer him your tray of chips.

He rolled his eyes. “No, weirdo!”

He tilts your chin up and lowers his lips to kiss you.

This was going to be a normal occurrence now. It wasn’t like before where you had to steal them behind closed doors. He could kiss you wherever and whenever he wanted.

You pull back with a soft moan as you feel that familiar heat pooling between your thighs.

“Easy there—that car is literally right next to us,” you pointed out.

“My windows are tinted,” he argued while he pulled your mouth back into his, slipping his tongue in.

You pulled away again, giggling. “I know and don’t get me wrong—while this is on my bucket list, I’d rather it be in a dark, quiet spot where we’re completely alone and I can shamelessly scream your name over and over.”

He grinned at the promise of future car sex with you. “I won’t forget that you said that!”

You enjoyed the rest of the movie, mostly keeping your hands to yourselves apart from picking off each other’s food.

*******

When you got back to your place, all bets were off.

Your lips were locked from the moment you walked through your door until you both settled into your couch.

You quickly break your kiss and turn to straddle his hips. Sensing his apprehension, you put him at ease.

“Kook, I want this. And I want you. Will you take me?”

He cups your jaw and brushes your cheekbone with his thumb. “I’ve never wanted anyone or anything in my life more than this.”

He pulls you back into his lips to kiss you deeply. You roll your hips closer to his, grinding over his hard length in the process. He lets out a soft groan.

Suddenly, you feel yourself lift off the couch. Your eyes fly open to find that you are still in Jungkook’s arms and making his way into your bedroom.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you, baby. I just wanna do this right.” He plants a soft kiss on your lips and sets you down on the edge of your bed.

He straightens up to grab the hem of his shirt and pulls it off over his head. His bare torso in full view. And that sleeve…God damn that sleeve…

You sit there aghast at his audacity. “Are you deliberately trying to torture me?”

“Oh baby, you have no idea—“ as he looks down at his crotch, “what torture is.”

His cock is visibly straining against his jeans. You lick your lips then catch your lower one between your teeth.

“So…are you going to teach me a lesson or what,” you challenge as you take your own shirt off and lean back on your elbows. The peaks of your breasts pushed up nicely by a lacey, demi-bra that you purposely wore should things escalate tonight.

He gives a low, soft growl while he leaned down on the bed, his lips less than an inch from yours.

“As much as I want to ravage you in every way possible–I just want to take my time with you tonight.”

Your breath hitched as he nuzzled his nose onto yours. You tilted your head back to kiss him again. His hand cupped the base of your head, deepening it further.

You barely felt your back hit the mattress as he lowered you carefully without breaking contact from your lips, while your nails grazed the length of his back. Your kisses were soft and slow. You gently tugged on his bottom lip and teased him with the stroke of your tongue along his, eliciting a low moan from him.

He pulled back and you looked up at him–deep, dark eyes staring back at you. His fingertips brushed your temples, your cheekbone, and down to your throat. He tipped your chin to the side and pressed gentle kisses along your jawline.

He continues to kiss you down your neck, and between your breasts–his hair tickling your exposed skin. You feel him pull down the cups of your bra as he slowly suckled on each nipple.

“Kook…” you gasped.

He moved lower and planted kisses on your rib cage. He undoes the button and unzips your jeans and proceeds to rid you off your bottoms.

He sucks on your hip bone, making you buck your hips in anticipation. He gets a glimpse of your exposed ass cheeks from the g-string that you wore.

“Fuck. I swear, you’re trying to kill me,” he mutters under his breath while you gave him a sly smile.

But he kept his control and maintained his slow, even pace. He slowly tugs at the useless piece of soaked material covering your crotch, urging you to lift your hips.

He spreads your legs, fully exposing you for him while he settles between them.

Dizzy with arousal, you lean on your elbows, wanting to watch him work. But instead of going right for the target, he alternated kissing and sucking on your inner thighs.

You groan in both pleasure and impatience. “Now you’re trying to kill me,” you breathed.

He chuckled in response then took you by surprise by licking one, long, lingering strip on your aching slit.

“Hah,” you gasped loudly and your elbows buckled but you kept them steady, determined to keep watching him while his mouth was sealed around your clit.

He locked eyes with you while he kept up his steady, leisurely oral assault on you. He inserts one, then two fingers into you–pumping and teasing your inner walls.

Your breaths become shallower and he feels your walls tighten their grip around his digits.

“Fuuuckk, Jungkook,” you whined, “I’m close.”

“I know, baby. I know…I can feel it,” he said as he slid a third finger in you while the tip of his tongue kept teasing your clit.

Just then, your jaw went slack and you threw your head back as your body went rigid from your orgasm rippling through you.

As you came to, he wasted no time sealing his lips on yours again–tasting traces of your arousal from his tongue.

“You look so beautiful when you come undone for me,” he utters.

“Please–I’m so ready for you,” you mewled after coming down from your high.

He glances away at you and you follow his line of sight to your nightstand. You nodded, confirming his unspoken question.

He briefly slides off the bed to reach over and retrieve the condoms that you kept in your drawer.

He sheds his jeans and boxers in one swift motion and steps out of them while you unhook your bra and toss it to the side.

After he slides the condom down his length, he returns to press his body against you once more–kissing and savoring you. He urges your legs to wrap around him while you lay your back flat on the mattress.

You moaned at the feel of the tip of his cock brushing your entrance. He breaks your kiss to briefly lock eyes with you while he gradually pushes every inch of himself into you. He hissed while you fought the urge to roll your eyes to the back of your head from sheer pleasure.

He started rolling his hips–each move was calculated and torturous. You moaned as your previously gentle raking on his back now had you digging your nails and leaving crescent-shaped dents all over his skin.

He picked up the pace and thrusted harder and deeper, the tip of his cock meeting the edge of your cervix.

He takes your hands from his back and holds them down on the mattress, over your head, lacing his fingers with yours without missing a beat.

“You feel so good, baby. So fucking good for me,” he moans in your ear and nipped on your earlobe.

Your walls instantly contract around him. “Fuck…yesss…” you hissed.

Your climax continues to build up as he continues his relentless pace.

“Oohhhmygod…don’t stop, Kook. I’m close, I’m close,” you chanted.

He pressed his forehead against yours. “C’mon, YN…cum for me,” he urged.

“Yes, fuck…ahh,” you yelped as you came in a violent rush, lungs burning as you tried to desperately catch your breath.

Suddenly, he sits up, resting on the back of his heels as he grips your hips and tilts you at an optimal angle. He continued to roll his hips into you, making you whine at your current hypersensitive state but also because of how much deeper he was. Your insides continue to clench, extending your orgasm further.

A few more thrusts from him and he was groaning your name repeatedly–as his own orgasm possessed him. He shuddered as he emptied himself into the condom while his sweat dripped on your bare skin.

He gingerly pulls out of you and discards the condom in the wastebasket by your bed.

As he lays back down next to you, he takes your hand and puts it over his chest. You were in a dazed, fucked out state but you felt the steady thump of his heartbeat.

“Only for you, YN,” he gasped. “Just you.”

*******

You lay in bed together naked but with the sheets on. Your arms and legs entangled, no words exchanged. The occasional soft kisses, fingers brushing each other’s cheeks, chest…listening to the rise and fall of the other’s breaths. You laid like this for a few minutes after you both came down from your orgasmic highs, enjoying each other’s presence.

“Kookie,” you break his reverie.

“Hm?” He hums in response.

“I’m so happy that you’re back in my life.”

He cocks his head back to get a look at you. “Well…I technically never left.”

You traced random patterns on his bare chest with your fingertip.

“Yes, but you know what I mean. I know that we already talked about this but remember our last fight? How angry you were?”

He didn’t really want to think about it anymore–that feeling of resentment towards you.

“Mm-hm,” he responds tentatively.

“There was one thing that I said to you that I couldn’t get past. I remember saying, ‘Why are you standing in the way of my happiness?’ And up until we started pursuing this relationship, I’m now having a better understanding of it. Hindsight can be a good thing every now and then.”

“Uh huh…” he says, urging you to continue.

“I realize now that you were not standing in the way of my happiness.”

Your fingers stopped fidgeting and you smiled warmly at him.

“Instead, you were trying to show me that it was right in front of me this whole time. It just took me a while to realize it.”

He regards you closely, taking in this revelation.

“I love you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s heart soars. His smile was like a ray of glee breaking through overcast skies that hung over you.

His thumb brushes your lip. “I love you…so much.”

You tilt your chin up to give him a kiss. He smiles into your mouth and lightly chuckles.

“What is it?” You ask curiously.

“I’m just happy.” He grins in his big, bunny smile.

You beamed at him. “I love you,” you say again.

“I love you, too,” he responded, nuzzling his nose on yours.

You can’t explain it but you’re pretty sure that this is what pure bliss feels like.

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cobrakaisb · 3 years

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5 times robby fell in love with you + 1 time he actually said it

requested: no

a/n: hey besties it’s been a hot minute! i promise that part two of modern day romeo and juliet is in the works but here is a little robby imagine because i have been in my robby feels lately. :)

summary: read the title besties :) you and robby are already dating in this imagine.

word count: 1832

one: wheel training

“i don’t know about this mr. larusso,” you mumble as you take your sweatshirt off to climb into the pond. robby was already in there, shivering from the coolness of the water. “you’ll be fine y/n,” mr. larusso says encouragingly. you nod, slowly entering the shallow pond with robby’s help. together the two of you approach the wheel in the middle, each of you on your respective sides. “okay now climb on,” mr. larusso instructs, and you look nervously at robby, who just nods. together the two of you climb onto the wheel.

after countless tries and many failed attempts the two of you were able to perform the technique semi-decently. “we did it!” you shout as you come up from the water. robby and mr. larusso laugh at your excitement. you splash some water up in the air, laughing as the droplets hit your skin on the way down. robby looks at you adoringly, a smile on his face. “alright you two, that’s enough for today. i’ll see you tomorrow,” mr. larusso says, smiling at the two of you as he walks towards the house.

once he’s inside the house, robby wades through the water to you. “we did it robby!” you cheer, throwing your arms around his shoulders, a proud smile on your face. “yes we did baby,” he answers, resting his forehead against yours. “just imagine us doing that in a fight! we’d be unstoppable!” you exclaim and robby just nods his head. he wasn’t really paying attention to what you were saying, instead he was thinking about how happy you made him and how contagious your smile was.

two: during the mall fight

“get behind me,” you instruct demetri, pushing the tall boy behind you, while sam took care of the others. “back off,” sam tells hawk, and you nod your head, getting into your fighting stance. hawk scoffs at the three of you. “i don’t want to have to hit a girl,” he says, looking between you and sam. now it was your turn to scoff. “funny how you think you’d even stand a chance against us,” you say confidently. now robby was beside you, the three of you covering demetri.

“five against four. more like three and a half,” hawk remarks, nodding towards his friends, signaling the start of the fight. you were fighting off two boys in the back while robby was fighting off two of them in the front. sam was taking care of some boy towards the middle of the group, while demetri just stood in the center, not fighting anyone. slowly, one by one, you and your friends had taken down the cobra kais, well all of them except for hawk.

you look over your shoulder to see hawk charging towards you robby, who was cornered up against a table. you knew that robby could handle himself, but a wave of protectiveness washed over you. the next thing you know, hawk was lying on the floor of the food court while you stood in front of robby. everyone ohed at the sight of hawk lying on the ground, but you didn’t pay them any mind. you turn to face robby, grabbing his face in your hands. “are you alright?” you ask, looking over him worriedly. robby chuckled at you, pulling you into a tight hug. “i’m fine baby, thank you,” he answers with nothing but admiration in his voice as he kisses your forehead.

three: he catches you singing

robby jogs up the stairs to your room. today the two of you were taking a break from karate and planning on watching a movie together. robby knocks on the door, but there was no answer. he cracks the door open and sees you jumping around your room. you were wearing one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, your hair brush in your hand, as you belted out the lyrics to teenage dirtbag. “oh yeah! dirtbag!” you sing along with zayn malik. robby smiles as he watches you sing and dance around the room.

now you were standing in front of your mirror, pointing to yourself as you sang, completely engrossed in the song. at one point you tilt your head back, really getting into it. robby continues to watch you sing the song, a loving smile on his face the entire time. he only makes himself known when he claps his hands once the song ends. you freeze, turning towards the door where your boyfriend is clapping. a blush immediately coats your cheeks, as you throw your hairbrush on your bed.

“i didn’t take you as a singer y/n,” robby points out, stepping into your room. your blush turns an even deeper shade of red as you look away from his hazel eyes. robby closes the distance between the two of you, placing a loving kiss on your lips. “i thought it was cute,” robby confesses once you seperate. “especially since you’re wearing my shirt,” he continues, a giggle escaping your mouth. “stop being cheesy,” you say, pushing him away from you. “but you love it,” he remarks, sitting down on your bed. you roll your eyes, “i guess.”

four: your date at the roller rink

it was 80s night at the roller rink, and you and robby were long overdue for a date night. you and robby decided to go as people from the outsiders. robby as a soc and you as a greaser. “an enemies to lovers typa beat,” you explain, fixing his jacket. robby just nods along, too busy admiring you in your ripped jeans and leather jacket.

“i’ll go get the skates. wait here,” robby says, kissing your cheek as he walks towards the rental counter. shortly after, robby comes back with two pairs of skates. “thanks robby,” you say, placing a chaste kiss on his lips as he sits down on the bench next to you. “okay ready?” robby asks, and you nod, grabbing his hand as the two of you head over to the roller rink.

together you skate leisurely around the rink. laughing and singing along to the 80s songs that the dj is playing. while the two of you are skating hand in hand when the song i would die 4 u by prince comes on. “oh my gosh! i love this song!” you cheer, excitement all over your face. robby chuckled at your words, “i know. i may have put in a request with the dj.” you smile so big when robby said that. “you’re the best robby,” you say, and robby could tell that your words were genuine. robby just smiled at you, listening to you sing along with prince.

five: midnight baking session

you couldn’t sleep. it was 12:00 at night, and you could not fall asleep. robby on the other hand, was fast asleep. well you thought he was fast asleep when you left your room to go to the kitchen. it turns out that robby wasn’t asleep because he was now standing in the kitchen, watching as you grabbed different ingredients. “what are you doing y/n? it’s twelve am,” robby asks, a tired yawn escaping him. “i couldn’t sleep so i decided to make some brownies. want to help?” you ask him, and you're practically begging him with your eyes to say yes. “why not,” robby mumbles, joining you.

“yes! okay so can you go get the medium saucepan? it’s in that cabinet over there,” you instruct, pointing towards the cabinet. robby nods tiredly and gets you the pan, wrapping his arms around your waist once he brings it to you. “tired?” you ask him, measuring out the flour. “just a bit,” robby replies, resting his head on your shoulder, kissing your neck. you giggle, moving your head away from him. “stop that tickles,” you say, looking at the snoop dogg cookbook.

about forty minutes later, you and robby are sitting on the couch watching friends and eating brownie sundaes. “these brownies are so good,” robby says, basically moaning at the taste. “yeah babe? do you like them?” you ask, cuddled up to his side. robby nods vigorously. “they are so good. you better make these more often,” he says, looking at you. “i will,” you promise and robby nods gratefully. the two of you continue to watch the show and eat your ice cream.

“hey i’m done. do you want me to put your bowl in the sink?” robby asks, sitting up from his spot on the couch. “yes please,” you respond, handing him the empty bowl. robby takes it from you, but not before placing a kiss on your cheek. “what was that for?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “you had some chocolate there, and maybe i just wanted to kiss you,” robby replies and a huge smile encompasses your face.

it was now three am and george lopez was playing. you were asleep on robby’s chest, while he was watching the show. “i love you robby,” you mumble tiredly, cuddling into his chest more. robby tenses at your words, but he smiles and places a kiss on your forehead, quietly repeating the phrase back to you.

one: when you visit him in jail

you sat down at the table, waiting for robby to come out. you were fidgeting with the tupperware of brownies you brought for him. even though you had come to visit robby multiple times, you always got nervous waiting for him. the door opened and teenage boys were walking into the room. your eyes immediately searching for robby. he saw you right away, and walked over to your table.

“hi robby,” you say quietly once he sits down. robby gives you a small smile, “hi baby.” it was quiet for a minute, but you quickly broke the silence by shoving the tupperware container towards him. “i made you brownies. the snoop dogg ones because they’re your favorite,” you explain and robby smiles widely at you, grabbing your hand that was resting on the table.

“thanks. i’ll eat them as soon as i can,” he says truthfully. “are you okay? they haven’t been bugging you have they?” you ask him quietly, looking over his face for any bruises or cuts. robby chuckles at how worried you are. “i’m fine y/n, i promise. you don’t need to worry about me,” robby says and you roll your eyes at him. “i worry because i care and because i love you,” you answer, casually slipping that three word phrase in there. robby sits there in shock for a minute before an even bigger smile takes over his face. “i love you too y/n,” he says, squeezing your hand. a smile as big as robby’s takes over your face too.

“so what’s been going on?” robby asks and you immediately jump into a ramble about the newest book that you’ve been reading. meanwhile, robby just smiles, proud of himself for finally telling you how he feels.

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hollandsangel · 2 years

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nye | tom holland

happy new year everyone!! sending sosososo much love and light to every single one of you, i hope this year brings you all the good things 2021 forgot to

in honour of welcoming a new year, i wrote a lil fic (fiercely and in bed im sleepy but didn’t wanna forget my idea, even if its super cheesy and predictable) i hope you enjoy !

summary: tom helps you with your little dilemma

warnings: super short, bestie tom, mentions of alcohol

dear god i’ll never get over him in this shirt

there were five minutes left. five minutes left before midnight and you were standing in the middle of the living room stirring your drink aimlessly, looking around to see if anyone else was just as desperate for a new year’s kiss as you were. you had very little luck.

two miners left. two minutes left and the panic was starting to settle in. more people were starting to crowd into the room with crystal glasses filled with champagne. with a sigh you weaved your way around the dancing bodies (who were grinning, you were a little jealous) and to the kitchen, deciding maybe champagne wasn’t such a bad idea.

behind the kitchen counter stood a devilishly handsome tom. he decided on leather pants for the occasion, having told you “i don’t wear them enough, tonight is the perfect excuse” when you complimented them upon entering the party. clinging tightly to his arms and chest was a soft, red collared shirt. his curls were a bit unruly, but it made him look a little more relaxed and grown up (and maybe it tempted you to jump him, maybe.)

the moment his eyes land on you he’s flashing you a toothy smile, eyes glistening as he raises a nearly empty glass in your direction. you return his smile, because how could you not, and shuffle across the kitchen towards him.

“champagne m’lady?” he offers, setting his glass down and pulling a vet expensive looking one down. you merely nod, already feeling a little bit better with his smiling face so close. albeit you haven’t 100% recovered, and tom notices.

he hands you the glass and inspects the emotion draped over your features. “everything alright? you don’t think my party’s boring do you?” he adds with a playful lot in his voice.

you smile again and shake your head. “no, no your party is great tom, i just…” you shake your head, laying a little too much attention to your finger tracing the rim of the glass he's handed you. “it’s stupid.” you sigh.

“nonsense, tell me what’s going on up there.” he gently taps your temple, downing the last swig of his beer and peering at you over the rim of his glasses.

you sip at your sparkling drink and sigh again. “i just…i really thought i was gonna get a new year’s kiss this year.” you say it sheepishly, as if it’s the most embarrassing confession he’s ever heard.

tom sets his glass down, eyes on you for a moment before they dart to his watch and then back up. “c’mon.” he nearly grunts, reaching for your wrist at pulling you up from the leaning position you had taken against the counter top.

“what’re you-“ tom is dragging you through the living room, and you’re cut off when he stops abruptly and you walk right into his chest.

fifteen seconds left. he’s staring at you, a little giddy but you tell yourself it’s the alcohol.

ten seconds. people start counting down, chanting numbers with the mad grins spread across their lips, taking up all the space in their features.

tom is no exception.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you ask as he steps closer to you.

“because the new year starts in four seconds, nd i don’t have a new year’s kiss either.”

and then there’s no time left, and his hands are on the sides of your face to lift your lips to his and he’s kissing you.

at first you’re a little bit startled, because this is not how you thought you’re conversation with tom about having no one to kiss would end, but then you relax and the feel of his hands drowns out the sound of everyone’s cheers.

he’s flushed and smiling when he pulls away. “happy new year y/n” he beams.

you’re still reeling from that kiss. it was desperate and needy and rushed and longing, maybe even a little warm,. but you’ll have to finish evaluating it a little later.

“happy new year tom.” you beam right back.

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the-goings-on · 2 years

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How You Met/Started Dating JJK Characters

Pairings: Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Inumaki Toge, Zenin Maki x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None really, very light swearing, gn! reader (mentions of reader being able to get pregnant in Inumaki’s)

Notes: Part one of ? I’ll make another if people like it

This is my first headcanon, please be gentle

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Itadori Yuji:

You came with Megumi to look for Sukuna’s finger

You saw him when he stood up for his friends (despite that being a really dumb thing for just a normal kid to do) and immediately knew he was something else

He thinks your hot from the first time he saw you

Definitely thought you and Megumi were a thing though

When he found out you weren’t: instant simp

Either you both started obviously crushing right away;

Or you both danced around each other for so long someone else had to push you too together

If it’s the first one, he asks you out very eagerly within the first few weeks, and it’s smooth sailing from there (well, as smooth as a first relationship can be)

If it’s the latter, after one and a half painful months of watching you two fumble around asking each other out, Nobara convinced Megumi to help get you too together

There was definitely some white lies and and a closet involved, but after a mutual confession and maybe a kiss, you two had no trouble forgiving them

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Fushiguro Megumi:

You are a first year he picked up after Nobara

You were VERY excited to start your time at Jujutsu Tech, so you didn’t really try hard to make a good first impression

He was aloof right from the beginning, but you couldn't help but find him endearing

After a little while, he would let you play with his demon dogs, and if he thought you were strong enough, let you take the lead on fighting curses (now that’s real love)

I feel like he is demisexual, so he wouldn't fall in love immediately, it is more of a gradual thing, the longer you two are friends, the more attracted to you he becomes

Super nervous to ask you out

Has no idea how to go about it

But, the only person who he thinks would know what to do, is Gojo

Instead, he watches romantic movies and YouTube videos to “research” (definitely not because he’s a sucker for a good rom-com)

Everything he says and does is super cheesy and awkward, but it doesn't matter, of course you’re going to say yes

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Kugisaki Nobara:

You met on your first day of class

Complications with your application caused you too be later to arrive than the other first years, so you made the night before and past out

So, when you walk into the classroom in the morning, the other three are shocked to see you

At first you felt left out, even though it was only a few days more they had known each other, they had already gone on adventures

That doesn't last long though, since everyone takes various degrees of liking to you pretty soon

Yuji is a bit of a himbo (but is good at making you laugh), Megumi kis quiet and serious (but is good to have deep conversations with), and Nobara is super attractive

She’s pretty, and honest, and has a great personality, you can’t stop thinking about her

Turns out you and her are dorm neighbours, which you both think is nice because you can have sleepovers (she definitely does you makeup and makes you try on cute clothes)

It doesn't take long before you gather the courage to ask her on a date, you want to go shopping with her

You end up going to a trendy café and picking out complimentary outfits to wear on your next date

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Inumaki Toge:

You’re both members of well-respected Sorcerer Families, so you met when you were young at some kind of meeting

He was really shy when you met, and it made you think he didn’t like you

In reality, he was just really afraid of hurting you with his power, at the time he still didn't have perfect control of it

It took years before you even saw the bottom half of his face (which you thought was adorable and badass)

Both families were worried when one or both of you started showing interest in the other

The Inumaki bloodline carried with it a cursed technique much more curse like than others, therefore the family had been trying to end it

Your family had similar concerns, not wanting you to potentially bare a child with the “Eyes and Fangs” symbol, and the ability to harm others with words alone

Did that stop either of you though? Of course not, you are in love with each other

A classic childhood-friends to lovers stories, with a bit of forbidden love thrown in for flavour

He wrote you out a several-page love letter when he finally confessed, detailing all of the things he had waited to say to you since you met

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Zenin Maki:

Like Toge, you met when you were both children

Your family was looking for a way into the Zenin clan, so they brought you in as either a future partner or a friend for one or both of the twins (most likely a partner if you are male, the Zenin’s don't seem all that progressive)

So you spent a good portion of your childhood together, and when Maki decided to leave, you went with her

She told you it wasn't necessary, that you didn't have to sacrifice your relationships to both families because of her, but let’s be honest, you were smitten (besides, you liked her much better than the rest of her family anyway)

Both of you enrolled at Jujutsu Tech, and even though you were lovesick, you didn't say anything

The reason being, you had no idea how she felt about you

Of course you were friends, she had a good amount of respect for you, but love? You weren't sure the word love was in her vocabulary

But she did, obviously, even if it took her a while to figure out what she felt was love

She was super blunt asking you out, but sincere and you could tell this was the most vulnerable she had felt in a long time, you end up sparing as a date

It wasn't the most romantic, however it did end with you two cooking together and a very short, very sweet kiss

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How do we feel about this?

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seungs1ks · 2 years

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can I request seungsik fluff where, after talking with his members, he proposes to you? Thanks!!

hi, thank you so much for requesting! i hope you like it :)

forever. (k.s.s.)

{fluff}

pairing: kang seungsik x gn!reader

warnings: none, just lots of victon banter

word count: 1.9k

“Close the door!” Seungsik hissed at Hanse through gritted teeth. The younger member quickly did so and joined his friends, who were gathered in the middle of the living room. Seungsik was on the couch, looking visibly stressed out. Next to him were Subin, Seungwoo and Byungchan. Sejun and Chan were sitting on the floor.

Hanse pulled up a chair and joined the huddle. “What’s going on? Why does Seungsik look like he’s about to shit himself?”

Subin burst out laughing, and Seungsik ignored him. “I have something to tell you guys,” he began. “It’s been killing me and I’m so nervous and so emotional about it, it’s been driving me crazy for weeks and I feel like I’m going to explode.”

Everyone leaned in closer with near-perfect synchronization. Of course, a few of the members couldn’t wait to venture their guesses.

“You’re not leaving Victon, are you?” Subin pouted.

“Was it you who spilled coffee all over my bag last month and you’re finally confessing?” Seungwoo questioned.

“Are you--” Chan cut himself off with a loud gasp, punctuated by everyone else’s exclamations of pure shock, when Seungsik took out what looked very much like an engagement ring box from his pocket.

Everyone just stared at it for what seemed like minutes.

Seungsik groaned. “Say something, idiots! I’m already so stressed.”

“Whoa…hyung…” Byungchan whispered, mouth hanging open. “You’re gonna propose?”

The older member nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while and it feels right. I want to spend forever with (y/n).”

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” Sejun squealed, getting up from the floor and practically pouncing onto Seungsik, wrestling him with the roughest embrace. “This is so amazing I am so happy this is so great can I be your best man,” he prattled on, making Seungsik huff out a laugh and finally easing his tension a little bit. The other members cheered and joined in on the pile, burying Seungsik with love and congratulations.

When the hug ended, everyone went back to sitting in their original spots. Seungwoo tenderly fussed over Seungsik’s hair,which had been messed up in the commotion.

“What are you so nervous about, hyung?” Hanse asked.

Seungsik sighed. “Everything? I don’t know. I just want this to go right. I’m so scared I’ll mess something up, or something will go wrong… I don’t know, this is just the biggest, most important thing in my life -- after debuting, of course -- and I just want it to be perfect.”

Byungchan squeezed Seungsik’s leg to comfort him. “Don’t worry about it so much. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“(Y/n) could say no,” Chan observed. Everyone groaned. Seungsik fell back onto the couch.

“Heo Chan! Seriously?” Seungwoo scolded. Chan covered his mouth in embarrassed laughter, and Sejun couldn’t help but laugh too, slapping his hyung’s shoulder a few times.

“Okay, let’s completely ignore that,” Hanse rolled his eyes. “They’re not gonna say no, let’s just get that out of the way. How are you gonna do it? When?”

“I was planning to do it where we first met. At that one bench in the park, by the river. Well, first I was going to sing their favorite song. Is that too cheesy?”

“No.”

“Nah.”

“Nope.”

“A little.”

“Lim Sejun!” Seungwoo glared.

Seungsik was too nervous to even acknowledge that comment. “But yeah, I was going to do it tonight, actually. It’s the fourth anniversary of us meeting at that bench.”

Subin squealed. “Hyuuunnnggg that’s so cute and thoughtful! It’s gonna go great. It’ll be perfect. Is there anything we can do to help?”

The older member chuckled. “Don’t show up, I guess?”

Everyone laughed. “Fair,” Hanse smiled. “We promise we’ll stay far away.”

“Yeah, unless Chan is overcome by a sudden urge to dance by the river,” Sejun smirked, earning howls of laughter and a sulking Chan.

Seungsik sighed when the noise had died down. “So you guys don’t think I’m crazy for doing this, right? Should I do it? What if they freak out?”

“You worry too much, hyung,” said Byungchan.

“You should totally do it. We all know how much you love (y/n) and you two are perfect for each other,” added Sejun. “I know you think through everything a lot before you do it. So trust that this is the right decision, hyung.”

The others nodded in agreement. Seungsik took a deep breath and tucked the ring back into his jacket pocket.

***********

You smiled as you felt Seungsik squeeze your hand tighter, and responded by nuzzling your head against his shoulder as the two of you walked by the river. He’d taken you out for a really nice dinner at a cute place, and now you two were on a romantic walk. It was so beautiful with the lights, and the tranquil atmosphere, coupled with Seungsik’s fingers laced with yours, filled you with a sense of calm and happiness you only felt when next to him.

Suddenly, Seungsik stopped walking. You looked up at him and tilted your head. He giggled. “You’re so cute. Wondering why I stopped?” You nodded your head yes. “Does this place look familiar?”

Curious, you looked around and noticed the bench -- your bench -- and gasped. “Oh, babe, it’s our meeting anniversary, isn’t it?” You pouted. “I’ve been so busy with work, I completely forgot, I’m sorry--”

Your boyfriend laughed and shut you up with a soft peck to the lips. “Please don’t apologize. You don’t have to remember every little thing; it’s been so long.”

“But you do.”

“Well, I have a really good memory.”

“Is that what this romantic dinner and night walk was for?”

“Yes…but you know none of that is enough to show you my love, or how special you are to me.”

“Silly, I don’t need much. Being yours is more than enough for me.”

Seungsik beamed at you, and his eyes sparkled under the street light. He looked so effortlessly handsome, so content, and you felt your heart swell. He took your hand in his and led you towards the bench. “Sit with me?”

It seemed silly to even entertain that question, but you said yes nonetheless. Both of you sat on your bench, and sat there for a little while in comfortable silence, enjoying the light breeze that grazed past your forms. You leaned your head against his chest, and he enveloped one long arm around you. You noticed that his heart was beating at an unusually fast pace.

“You okay, babe?”

“Hm?” Seungsik mumbled.

“You worried about something?”

He exhaled, and you heard his shaky breath. Concerned, you sat up and were about to ask him what was wrong, but he held up a finger to you. He was looking deep into your eyes, and his own held something all at once genuine and loving, but there was something else there -- nerves, uncertainty, maybe? You weren’t sure.

“Love,” Seungsik said. “You’re everything to me. Actually, ‘everything’ doesn’t even cut it. You have been the biggest blessing in my life, and I’m so lucky to have you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but the past four years have felt like a dream to me. I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else but you. I know in my heart that you’re my person, and I’d be beyond honored if you happen to feel that way about me too.”

Where is all this coming from? You just stared at him, trying to ignore the tears that were threatening to spring into your eyes. “Seungsik, wha--”

“I love you so much. I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love anything, or anyone,” he continued, and when he got up off the bench to get down on one knee, you almost screamed, but your hands flew to your mouth. Now the tears began to flow like a waterfall.

Your boyfriend started to cry too, which made things only worse for you as your shoulders started to shake from sobbing. “I love you,” he barely managed to blurt out, his lip quivering, eyes brimming with tears. Seungsik took a small velvet box from out of his pocket and opened it to reveal a stunning diamond ring. You audibly yelped, which made Seungsik giggle through his tears. “Will you marry me?” He breathed, looking up at you with a loving gaze like you’d never seen before.

“Yes,” you somehow were able to croak out, muffled by your hands. “Yes, yes, Seungsik, I’ll marry you, oh my god,” you cried, removing your hands from your mouth and wrapping your arms around him. You felt him melt into your arms, and he stood up, helping you up at the same time. Both of you stayed like that for a while, arms wrapped around each other, crying softly.

Seungsik pulled away from you and he was grinning, his cheeks stained with tears, his eyes puffy, still looking so handsome. With a shaky hand, he slipped the ring onto your finger.

“Ah, babe, I was hoping I wouldn’t cry,” he laughed, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “Sorry I couldn’t keep it together.”

“Don’t you dare apologize when you just proposed to me, Kang Seungsik,” you blubbered, trying to dry your eyes with the back of your sleeves. The way you said it made him chuckle.

“Kiss me,” he mumbled, and you gladly obliged, and you placed your lips on his, mouths melting together perfectly -- it was such a passionate and loving kiss you swore you were getting dizzy.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better proposal, love. Or a better soon-to-be husband. You’re my forever, and I always knew it,” you smiled at him.

“I was gonna sing to you, but I was so nervous I don’t think a tune would’ve come out,” Seungsik admitted.

“Aw, baby,” you cooed. “Maybe at home you can treat me to that private performance.”

“I think we might be doing other things later,” he winked at you.

Suddenly, you heard whooping and cheering behind you. You and Seungsik whipped your heads around to see the members literally appearing from behind a tree, running towards you, making way too much noise as usual.

“Oh god,” Seungsik threw his head back and laughed. You couldn’t stop laughing either. Seungwoo was the first to reach Seungsik, and he gave him the biggest hug. Byungchan, Sejun and Subin joined in, and Seungsik had the biggest smile on his face as he cried out for help.

Someone tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned to see Chan, with open arms. “Congrats,” he beamed at you. You thanked him and gave him a hug.

Hanse, entering the scene fashionably late, ran over to give you a hug as well. He shook his head as he looked at his friends burying Seungsik in a suffocating embrace. “We promised him that we’d stay away, but…you know us.”

You chuckled. “Don’t worry. I know he’s secretly happy that you guys were here to see this.”

“Why were you so late?” Chan questioned the rapper.

“There was a stray cat in the parking lot.”

“You’re so disappointingly predictable.”

You let them bicker, and Seungsik bounded over to you. You smiled, noticing his eyes were still a little puffy. Of course, he read your mind. “My eyes still puffy?” He grinned, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. You nodded.

“Well, so are yours,” he smirked before grabbing you by the face and kissing you deeply.

“I can’t believe you’re my fiance,” you breathed, admiring the ring on your finger. “And this ring… it’s perfect, babe.”

“I remember your eyes lingering on it once when we went shopping in the city.”

Your jaw dropped. “What was that, like, a year ago, Seungsik?”

“Yeah…I have a good memory.”

He kissed you again. It was like he couldn’t stop. Not that you minded. You and him had forever.

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French Class [7]

A/N: AAAH I apologize in advance for this part bc I feel like it's kinda messy :/ I hope you still like it though?? Lmk what you think! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, angst, H/N is a jealous and drunk fool :/

words: ~ 3.7 k

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H/N’s POV:

Maybe I’ll come ‘round, your text had said. How did you expect him to enjoy the party if you wouldn’t be there? H/N used to make fun of guys who ran after girls like lap dogs. And yet, over time he had become one of them, if not worse. Every text, every possibility of seeing you had him on the edge of his seat in excitement. There was nothing he cared about more than spending time with you. When at first it had been sexual attraction – an obsession with your body and the way you turned him on with the most subtle words and touches – it had changed into something entirely different. The relentless hunger was now occasional, ever so often interrupted by a dire wish to see you smile. A wish to hold you, and to kiss you out of the blue – something he wasn’t allowed to do if it wasn’t for the two of you hooking up. The stupid agreement you had made was starting to feel like torture instead of heaven. He was lucky his poker face was professional, and he had years of practice in flirting and sounding casual even if his heart was beating up to his neck. There was no other way he could have concealed how infatuated he was with you, otherwise.

“H/N, come help me set up the snacks!” Korain shouted from the kitchen. H/N’s friends were throwing a party at their place, and he had shown up early to assist them in preparing everything. With you on his mind – as always – he trotted into the kitchen where a row of bowls was standing out on the counter.

“Just open and pour the bags into the bowls, will you? I still need to get ready,” Korain said. “Chohee said she might be here a bit earlier, and I don’t want to look like this when she’s going to look amazing.”

Korain gestured to his bed hair he probably hadn’t brushed once since getting up and then tweaked the fabric of his sweatpants and his old, baggy tee. H/N wanted to argue that if Chohee really liked Korain, she wouldn’t mind seeing him this way. H/N, for one, couldn’t care less what you wore tonight. As long as you showed up at all, he would be beaming. Strictly speaking, at times when he got to see you wake up, sleep in your eyes and your clothes in a disarray, it spun his head in ways no little black dress could ever do. When he saw you make breakfast in his kitchen, in his shirt, he could barely contain himself.

His daydreams of you were once naughty and gave him boners at random times of the day – and don’t get me wrong, they still were, sometimes – but it was when the domestic dreams had begun, that he realized he was screwed. He didn’t need anybody to tell him how he felt, nor did he have some crazy moment of clarity. There came a point in his days where he didn’t just notice his non-sexual daydreams of you, he invited them. His brain was imagining things like setting up a shared table for dinner or kissing the back of your hand in the dark of a movie theater or playing you a cheesy song that reminded him of you. He wanted to hold your hands from across the library table and have his arm around your shoulders to show you off to the entire campus. But none of it could be real. It all went against the rules.

“Will Y/N be here too?” Korain asked and pulled H/N out of his daydreams. God, I hope so, he thought.

“She said she might be here,” H/N answered.

“Chohee’s always talking about her. And you. About how she thinks Y/N has a crush on you, but she always denies it, saying you’re just friends. Maybe you could try and bring that up tonight?” Korain said, as if discussing your feelings for someone was as easy at conversing about the weather. “Alright, I really have to go get ready now.”

“I’ve been thinking, I might- “ said H/N, but Korain only pat his shoulder.

“Let’s talk later, at the party, okay?” he said, and walked out the kitchen. I might like her, H/N had been meaning to say. I might like Y/N. No. I’m in love with her. No maybes. He could bet all his money on it, that’s how sure he was. But his friend had disappeared and now it was on him to wait until the party began. Left alone with his thoughts.

Of course, you would deny having a crush on him. Because you probably didn’t, he thought. Wouldn’t you search for a smart guy, someone your mother would approve of, and someone who understood your endless talks of nerdy topics? Although sometimes he had no idea what you were on about, H/N was captivated whenever you gave him a lecture about something you had learned. And when he asked you to explain something one more time, you never hesitated, or judged him for it. Your kindness made his heart swell, and only when the first crowd of party guests arrived did he realize he had spent half an hour daydreaming about you. Again.

With the way he kept the front door in his sight at all times, one could have wondered if he was a highly wanted criminal on the run, afraid the cops could barge in at any moment. Some of the girls who tried to flirt with him even asked him about it, but he wasn’t going to confess he was waiting for the love of his life to walk through that very door. With little conviction he returned their flirting. He hated himself for the thoughts he had. Thinking that should you not arrive, he could console himself by taking one of the other girls home instead. They didn’t deserve to be used like that, but he was bitter and so, so in love with you. It was hard to pay any attention to the other girls at all, no matter how sweet they were being.

Flirting back at them, however, came to him as easily as the words to his favorite songs. It posed no challenge, like it did with you. When he had to try hard to make your cheeks heat up, or to lure out a shy smile instead of your genius, quick-witted remarks. There was nothing more exciting to him than to invent new ways in which he could make you flustered.

Right now, it was his turn to be flustered. Because his ex had approached him and was reciting some of her favorite memories she had of their relationship. “Remember our third date…the one that ended with us squished in that tiny dressing room at Victoria’s Secret?” she asked and blinked at him expectantly. He went along with her words and replied something not too direct, but still enough to make her giggle like a little girl.

It was his own fault she was so intent on talking to him. While you had been on your date with the economy-major-guy, H/N had tried to contact his ex again. In hindsight, he thought it pathetic and extremely stupid at that. Nothing would have come of it, anyway. Not while he felt the way he did about you. So it was only lucky his ex hadn’t been free that night. Then he had gotten dangerously close to drowning his feelings in the vodka in his kitchen. Thankfully he had refrained from this, too, because you had shown up afterwards and you had ended up having mind-blowing sex, and he knew for a fact that had he been drunk, he would have blurted out some crazy sentiments he would have regretted saying in the morning.

Sometimes he tried to signal you his emotions, ever so subtly. Waving off your claims when you called him the campus fuckboy or telling you he wasn’t really hooking up with anyone else besides you, it all was an attempt at making you see what he felt for you. He would tell you that you looked pretty, not just so you would understand he liked you, but simply because it had to be said. When he regarded you fixing your hair in the mirror with a frown, he could barely believe you didn’t know how beautiful you were. And he had gotten closer to you during sex. Whether it was voluntary or an instinct that came with being in love, he wasn’t certain. There was nothing like kissing away your moans while he fucked you into a mattress.

He was about to text you – the urge to see you getting unbearable – but didn’t want to sound clingy when you strut through the door. No slow motion or fan blowing your hair around dramatically would have made you look more perfect. The ridiculous pang he felt in his heart when he saw you hug another guy only reminded him of how whipped he was. He reminded himself that he had no right to be jealous. You weren’t his girlfriend, after all. When you then made eye contact with him and made a beeline for him, he was worried he’d be short of words. He needed to pull himself together.

“Hi,” you said, and your smile was magical enough to stir up the butterflies in H/N’s stomach. You pointed at the empty spot on the sofa between H/N and another guy you didn’t know. “Is this seat taken?”

“No,” the guy said, before H/N had time to speak, and the stranger smiled at you in a way that could only mean he wanted to get to know you. But H/N caught your attention by swiftly putting his arm around your shoulder, making the stranger back up and divert his eyes the other way. He had never meant to be the jealous type. It was just that you were finally here, and he was so happy to see you, he couldn’t bare the thought of you running off again. Only when you gave him a funny look H/N realized he needed to calm down if he didn’t want you to get annoyed.

“So, what did I miss?” you asked.

His ex was approaching from across the room again, and before he could have stopped his mouth, he said the stupidest thing. “Kiss me.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, but he was intent on it. “Please. Kiss me. Quick.”

There was a strange emotion that crept over your face, and you seemed to have no clue why he was so set on it. Nevertheless, you did as he asked. Your mouth tasted of watermelon bubblegum, so sweet, so perfect, and he was flying on cloud nine for the short while it lasted. It wasn’t real, though. The thought stabbed his brain like a dagger. When you pulled apart you were grinning, and his ex wasn’t in the room anymore.

“Care to explain why we just did that?” you asked. “You’re diminishing your chances with the ladies in the room.”

He rolled his eyes. “My ex has been trying to get with me again, and I hoped she’d let off if she saw us kiss. And she did.” Then his eyebrows raised. “What do you mean by my chances with the ladies? I was hoping we could go home together.”

“I can’t tonight,” you said, and he had to fight to keep his face straight. “I’ve got to get back to studying first thing tomorrow morning. I just came here to hang out, for a while.”

“Oh,” was all he could muster without sounding like you were ripping out his heart. It wasn’t even your fault. He would never try and get between you and your studies. But what if he could be there? What if he could be the one staying in bed, watching as you climbed up early to bury your head in books? He’d watch you through tired eyelashes, and you’d ridicule him for being so starry-eyed when looking at you. Later he’d bring you tea or coffee and remind you to take a break to eat. Was it ludicrous to obsess over something so domestic? He didn’t feel guilty for it.

All at once, your laugh pulled him out of his daydream, and into a funny story you told him. Over-consciously, he noted how your arm went around his shoulder lazily. And for a while you sat and talked. Occasionally a flirty remark slipped over your lips, and he would always return it. It was idiotic, but he was already worrying about how much he would miss you once you went home. Perhaps his plan of consoling himself with another girl hadn’t been so bad, after all. Just as he had finished the thought, a familiar face walked by and noticed him. The alcohol in his veins made her seem perfectly inviting as a distraction, for later.

“Oh, hey. Y/N, this is Minji,” he said, pointing at the girl. “Minji, this is Y/N. She’s…just a friend.”

Instantly, you removed your arm from his shoulder. There was hidden pain in your gesture, or was it merely wishful thinking on his side? Minji nodded and greeted you, but you only waved her off with a polite smile.

“I’m going to get a drink from the kitchen,” you announced, and before he could have stopped you, you had walked off. For a while he chatted with Minji, because he had no good reason to run after you that wouldn’t create awkwardness. His patience lasted approximately ten minutes. Luckily, a friend waved at Minji from across the room and she excused herself. Although he would never wish her ill, he was glad she was leaving.

Quickly, he made his way to the kitchen, where he found you talking to a guy. Without thinking, H/N smiled at you as he came up to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. He hadn’t meant to look so intimidating, and he hadn’t meant to be an asshole either. Yet, the guy across from you appeared scared and when you turned your attention to H/N, the guy slowly retracted into another circle of chatting people. Guilt crept in on H/N. He was tipsy, and although he knew his drunkenness wasn’t an excuse, it made him want you so much more. Perhaps it was also insecurity making him act crazy. There was always a glimmer of hope in the back of his mind, that you might just like him back. So long as you hadn’t confirmed the opposite, he would live in constant terror that someone else could steal your attention and make you theirs before he could.

“Come with me,” you muttered in his ear. Your hand was around his wrist, and he had no choice but to trot after you like a child. At first, he thought you were going to take him out the front door, but then you made a turn for the stairs. He didn’t need to be a fuckboy to know what it meant when a girl walked him up the stairs. From one second to the other, his mood changed into gleefulness. Had you changed your mind? The mere thoughts of what could happen upstairs could have given him a boner, had he pondered on them for longer. You said nothing, only driving him more insane by the second. The first open door was good enough for you, so you pulled him inside and closed it behind you. Smirking, he reached for your waist, ready to pull you into a kiss.

“Don’t,” you hissed, and he flinched at your angry tone. He kept his hands to himself, kneading them nervously. Shit. This was the clear opposite of what he had anticipated. The two of you had never fought, and hearing your voice, sounding so deeply upset, scared him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked.

“I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to make out- “ he said.

“I don’t mean just now. I mean…what is it you’re trying to achieve by acting all possessive over me in front of random guys? Pretending I belong to you? But the second a pretty girl is in front of you I’m just a friend, aren’t I? What’s that about?”

There was no explaining this, and he knew it. Yet, he would try, pathetically. “I just thought you didn’t want those guys bothering you.”

“I can handle a guy by myself, thank you,” you snapped. “If I needed help, I’d ask. Like you did. Apparently, I’m good enough to be used as an escape from your ex, but when hot Minji came around you wouldn’t even blink when I got up and left.”

“Usedas an escape?” he asked in disbelief. “You didn’t have to kiss me, but you did anyway.”

“That’s because I was trying to be a good fucking friend!” you yelled now, sounding over the music from the party.

“You used me too, don’t you remember?” he countered. “Or did you not show up on my doorstep after your terrible date so I would fuck you and make you feel better?”

You looked taken aback for a moment, knowing he was right, in a way.

“It’s like you’re always trying to get away from me, but you can’t,” he said.

“Oh, fuck you!” you said, every trace of guilt washed away. “Get off your high horse! Isn’t that the whole point of us? That we’re using each other for sex? Nothing more than that, right? If I walked out now, you could go and find the next girl in line to take over instead of me. Didn’t you try to see someone while I was chatting to the guy I went on a date with? It’s all about using people, isn’t it? If things with the guy had gotten more serious for me, you’d have her, ready for you. Don’t you think that’s a little messed up? Leading someone on like that?”

There was truth to your words. He had tried to find someone to date, should you have found someone too and your friends-with-benefits relationship had been over. But he hadn’t led her on. He had been honest in letting the girl know he wasn’t sure if he wanted anything serious. His chest was hurting, and the pain was only making him more furious.

“Yeah, I could have switched you for her,” he said coldly. Was he only trying to hurt you now? Perhaps, but you had hurt him first.

“Right, because that’s all I am to you,” you said, quieter than before.

“That was our plan! You’re my fuck buddy, nothing more!” he raised his voice now, tired of your empty words and signs. “You have no right to accuse me of anything when I’m playing by the rules. The rules you made. Maybe we should go back to the beginning. Start the game over. I don’t even know what we’re arguing about right now.”

“Start over?”

“Go back to when we were just horny for each other and nothing else,” he said, as if that would be possible. As if he could ignore the way your eyes shined, even in the dim light coming from the streetlamps outside. Like he could pretend he didn’t want to hold you and make you forget all about this terrible fight.

“Fine, let’s try,” you said, and he watched in astonishment, as you closed the gap between the two of you. When you tilted your head, he gave you permission by doing the same. When you kissed, with teeth clashing and exhausted sighs mixing up, he swore there were bombs going off somewhere in his head. Alarm bells, too. This was by no means a great idea. But what could have stopped him and his hungry mouth? He backed you against the wall and pressed you into it, hard. Before he had registered it, his hands were pushing up the fabric of your dress and you moaned, sounding so beautiful he could barely believe it. One of his thighs forced its way between your legs while he gripped your waist like his life depended on it.

But then, just as rapidly you had begun to kiss him, you pushed him away. His lungs felt tight when he noticed the affliction and confusion on your face. He wished he could make it go away. But he had caused it, so now his presence only made things worse.

“No- no, I change my mind. This is fucking stupid,” you said. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Y/N,” he said in a gentle tone. Somehow, it seemed that his careful voice hurt you most of all.

“I think we should stop. All of this,” you said. He was beginning to shake his head in disbelief, but you cut him off. “We said there wouldn’t be jealousy, but there obviously is. We should have stopped long ago.”

“But what about starting the game again, from the beginning?” he asked, too afraid of what you would say to even look at you. If you were going to rip out his heart you should have done so quickly, when he wasn’t paying too close attention.

“The game’s over. This is going over both of our heads,” you said. “I- I’m going to go home now.”

So this was heartbreak. H/N had never considered that it could be meant so literally. But he could swear that the muscle inside his chest was convulsing and shriveling as if you had stolen the blood that kept him alive right from his arteries. The pain was sharp like a thousand cuts had been inflicted on his skin, and he struggled for words like your words had taken every of his most elemental abilities.

“I’ll walk you home,” he said.

“No,” you said. “You’re drunk. You’re the one who could need someone to walk you home. And I don’t want you around me right now. Get home safely.”

That was it. No hug. No last, longing look. Just your words stabbing like knives and your ethereal beauty as you turned on your heel and walked from the room, leaving him behind, bleeding out by himself. What had he done?

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