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viennakarma · 3 months

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Satisfaction [Part 2]

PART 2 OF SATISFACTION

Summary: Four times Lewis tried to apologize, and one time he didn't need to.

Word count: 4.3k

Tags: female!reader, apologetic!Lewis (finally), physiotherapist!reader, a little bit of romance, Lewis is trying, reader is more forgiving than the author would be, cursing, a bit angsty, happy ending, not beta read

Relationship: Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Note: I'm so sorry for taking so long with this! I had a writer's block specifically with this one. For everyone who sent me asks about it, I read everything, sorry if I didn't reply to all! Luckily, one dramatic anon sent me an ask saying they would graduate college with a doctorate before this came out, and it made me laugh out loud BUT it actually sparked something in my brain and I managed to write, lol. So, thanks, Dramatic Anon, I owe you one :D

I'm sorry if it's rushed or full of mistakes (haven't had the time to proofread).

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“Hey, Lewis! How are you doing?” Angela said as soon as she picked up his call, and Lewis held his breath before answering.

“Yeah, uh, I’m alright-”, he scratched his face nervously.

“I hope you’re not giving Y/N a hard time anymore, yeah?” Angela joked a little, her voice light.

“Oh. You know about that?”

“Yeah, I called her a few days ago to check in how’s the work and she mentioned you were not very receptive,” Angela said and Lewis noticed that, even saying that, you didn’t call him what he was. A complete prick. “And since she didn’t call again, I assumed things got better between you two.”

“Well, about that-” Lewis sighed, not knowing.

“What?” Angela paused, her voice suddenly serious again.

“She resigned. And it was entirely my fault.” He ripped the band-aid off.

“Lewis, what the actual fuck?!”

“I was awful to her. Way worse than I assume she told you. And before you call me every name under the sun, I need to contact her and apologize. Unfortunately, she blocked my number now, so if you can kindly let me know her address, so I can apologize.”

“You better fix this mess, Lewis.” Angela said before ending the call, as less than a minute later, a text popped up on his screen, your address. Which was in London, not very far from his own neighborhood.

Lewis sent flowers to your place with a small note apologizing and asking you to unblock him. When you didn’t answer and didn’t unblock him, he called the florist he had ordered to double check if you had received the flowers. You did. So you just didn’t want to talk to him. He kept sending a bouquet every day for the next three days. On the fourth day, as he was back home, he decided to go to your place himself.

He brought another bouquet, ringing the bell in your house. He rose the bouquet to cover his face, and he heard your voice, opening.

“Hi there, buddy! If I give you a hundred pounds, would you not bother bringing these flowers here? Just- throw them on the bin or something-” You stopped abruptly as the flowers lowered revealing not the young delivery man who’s been bringing flowers to your place every single day, but Lewis Hamilton himself.

“So you’re not even receiving the flowers?” He asked, sounding hurt.

“I got the first one, and I have no interest in anything that comes from you,” you managed to say, looking him straight in the eyes.

You looked exhausted, your hair was messy and your face lacked any makeup. But worse of all, you looked hurt and angry.

“Wait, let me just- let me apologize, I can explain even if it’s not-” He dropped the bouquet, pleading.

“Just fuck off, ok? You have not a single reason to be here today.”

“I was an ass to you and-”

“And now we’re nothing. We are just strangers, nothing more, nothing less. Fuck off!” You said and didn’t even give him a second before slamming the door on his face.

II.

So the flowers were a no.

And he wasn’t sure where to go from that, since he couldn’t come up with any other way to make you at least give him a chance to talk.

He was still trying to think of something when he crossed paths with Oscar Piastri during media day. Lewis stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the rookie driver munching on a little protein bar, the package showing it was the same as you had offered him weeks earlier.

“Hey, there, Oscar!” Lewis greeted him, “if you don’t mind me asking. Where did you get this?” He pointed to the little package in his hand.

“Oh, Lando’s new PT! She’s covering for Jon as he’ll be a few weeks on paternity leave.”

“Oh, is she here?”

“At McLaren, yes.”

Lewis nodded, going straight there, not bothering with explaining why he was there just walking in. He found you in a small room with Lando. You were guiding him through a stretching session with a silicone stretching. Lando was telling you something and you were laughing, a hand on his shoulder as Lando pulled his arms in and out.

“-no way you said that! Poor thing, she must have been scared!” You said, then you two laughed.

You were looking healthier than the last few times he had seen you. You looked like you had been sleeping well, and your hair was pretty, and you were wearing make up.

As Lewis approached, and you noticed his presence, you stopped laughing, face getting serious and focused on Lando.

“Oh, hey man!” Lando greeted him, smiley and unaware of the thing between you two.

“Hi. Y/N, can I talk to you? I just need one minute then I’ll leave you alone.”

You scoffed but didn’t look at him, and Lando looked from your face to Lewis’ confused with the tension suddenly so thick he would be able to cut it with a knife.

“Y/N, can you just-”

“You’re all good, Lando. Tomorrow we do another session an hour before Free Practice, and then a stretching session between FP1 and FP2.”

Lando nodded, unsure of what to do so he just watched as you turned away and packed your bag, leaving with long strides through the door.

“Mate, I don’t know what the fuck you did, because I’ve never seen her be mean ever since I met her. Good luck, though, seems like you need it.” Lando said, leaving to the opposite side.

Lewis muttered “fuck” before going after you. He found you outside the motorhome, and ran up to block your path, but he miscalculated and you ended up running straight into him.

“What the fuck? Dude, just leave me alone!” You tried walking past him but he blocked you again.

“Please, I’m so sorry! Really, I am, I was such a dick to you and you didn’t deserve any of that.”

You didn’t look at his eyes, adjusting your bag as you sighed.

“I just- I don’t understand why you are doing this. I’m no one, I’m nothing. Just go on about your life.”

“No, no- You’re not nothing. I’m really sorry for the way I treated you when all you offered me was kindness.”

“Fine! Ok.” you muttered, seemingly exhausted, “Can I go now?”

He knew you didn’t actually forgive him, so he just let you go because he didn’t want to pressure you into something you were visibly not ready for. It didn’t mean he would give up, just that he needed a different approach.

III.

Lewis managed to find out that you’d stay a few more weeks working with Lando, so he arranged a well crafted plan to have you listen to him.

Desperate times asked for desperate measures.

So he managed to talk Lando into letting him drive you to the track that weekend, you two would have time to talk on the drive. He waited behind the wheel watching as you went to the backseat to leave your bags, then you opened the passenger door, smiling and chatting. But you stopped smiling as soon as you sat down and noticed him.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, sounding more annoyed than angry.

“I’m your ride to the track today.”

“I’d rather not,” you muttered, removing the seat belt you had just put on.

“There’s no one else to take you there, please, just let us go,” he asked softly. You sighed, putting on the seat belt again and he smiled reaching the cup holder and offering you a cup of coffee, “got you a coffee.”

“Thanks,” you took it begrudgingly, but as you took a sip, you noticed it was your favorite, “how do you know I like this coffee?”

“You told me, during one of our sessions.”

“I thought you weren’t listening to a single word I said,” you scoffed, almost disdainful. He took it, because taking your anger was little compared to what he did to you.

“I listened to you.”

“Weird way of showing, then.”

You stared at the road he was softly driving. You didn’t like his company, that much was clear, but he was on a mission, and he would be damned if he wasn’t going to properly apologize.

“I don’t even know why you treated me like trash,” you muttered suddenly, sniffling like you were trying to contain the tears, “just- I was so happy, you know? I’ve always been a fan of Formula 1, watched it growing up and everything. Then I get here all happy to achieve the greatest dream and I just get treated like shit from day one. I tried to be funny, I tried to be kind, I tried to be silent, and none of it worked. I don’t understand what you want from me now! I’m a person too, ok? I get sad and frustrated, and I have my own problems, but I don’t go around making everyone else’s lives shit just because I’m mad!”

“Yes, you are right. I treated you like shit when you never deserved it. I really regret it, for what it's worth,” He sighed, looking at you for a moment before focusing on the road, “my life was shit. I know it’s not an excuse, but it’s the truth. I was just coming out of a relationship that I thought meant a lot to me, and I just lost Angela, who is one of my closest friends, and I was on the verge of losing my seat. It felt like everything was going wrong for a few weeks.”

That made you pause, turning to stare at him.

“What do you mean, losing your seat?” You sounded genuinely curious, and even a little worried.

“The negotiations for a new contract weren’t going ahead, and I was really worried Mercedes was going to get rid of me.”

“But you’re like- one of the GOATs! Why would they lose you?” Now you sounded exasperated, like you couldn't believe that.

“Well, now everything is alright and signed, but it felt like I was really at risk back then.”

You stayed silent for a few minutes, mulling over his words, trying to wrap your head around his excuses. You were thoughtful the rest of the drive, until Lewis pulled up in a parking lot at the track. Finally, you nodded to yourself.

“I forgive you, Lewis. Just- Don’t do that to anyone ever again, it’s not cool,” you said, unlocking the seat belt, “thank you for the ride and for the effort in apologizing. Goodbye, Lewis.”

You took your bags from the backseat and left after waving at him again. It felt like a closed chapter to you, and you could bury whatever resentment you felt towards him. It was freeing in a way.

IV.

Lewis didn’t see you for a couple more race weeks, despite casually walking in front of McLaren’s garage and hospitality. He couldn’t catch a glimpse of you and he genuinely worried that your last goodbye was definitive.

Fortunately he saw you again late at night after a race. Almost everyone had left already, and Lewis had a long debriefing meeting with his team, so it was sheer luck to find you on the way to the parking lot, where you were standing against the wall, hugging yourself under a big coat and holding your bags. You seem worried and unwell.

“Hey,” he said, trying to sound like he wasn’t ecstatic to see you again, “are you ok?”

“Yeah, um- I missed my ride back to the hotel, so I’m trying for an uber or something,” you said, but Lewis unnoticed how you were pale and your lips looked dry.

“Are you sure you’re ok? You look like you’re about to pass out.” He pointed, and you breathed in, slowly. You felt very, very cold, with shivers up your body that you miserably trying to contain.

“I’ve got a little fever,” you mentioned, finally. Lewis raised his hand and touched your forehead, feeling it way more warm than a little fever.

“Little fever? You’re burning!” He exclaimed, putting his own Mercedes coat over you, then taking your bags and putting them over his shoulder, “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back.”

“You don’t have to, really-”

“I’m not leaving you here in the late hours of the night while having a fever! Now, come on!”

He held your forearm, worried you’d stumble and fall or something. With a big umbrella to face the rain, he guided you to his car, where a driver was waiting. The two of you sat on the backseat as Lewis instructed the driver to take you to the hotel.

“Should we take you to see a doctor or something?” Lewis asked.

“No, don’t worry, I already took an antipyretic. It should work soon.”

Back in the hotel, Lewis accompanied you up to your room even when you wanted to refuse, but he said he was worried, and it felt honest, so you let him take you up. He didn’t let you say anything as he pushed the door of your room and walked you inside.

“Are you still feeling cold?” He asked.

“Yes,” you put your bags away, but you watched as Lewis went into your luggage, “um- excuse me?” you crossed your arms, annoyed at him going through your things.

“Change into this, it will keep you warm,” he tossed you a sweater and matching pants, “I’ll ask room service for soup, so you can warm up.”

Huffing, you went into the bathroom and changed, glad because you were in fact a little bit warmer. You wore socks for the cold and got into bed, where Lewis helped tuck you in, pulling the duvet tight around you.

“Why are you doing all this? We’re just strangers, Lewis.” You shook your head, watching as he walked around the bed and sat beside you over the duvet.

“We’re not strangers, and I wanted to help,” he shrugged.

“We are strangers, we know nothing about each other,” you muttered.

“Well, I’m Lewis, my favorite color is purple and I have a dog named Roscoe,” he said which made you chuckle a little, “there, not strangers anymore.”

“Well, I’m Y/N, my favorite color is yellow and I don’t have a pet yet, but hopefully soon.”

Lewis eyed you carefully.

“I know you’re with McLaren on a temporary contract, so I was wondering if you’d be willing to come back to Mercedes after that,” he said, slowly. You sighed, shaking your head.

“I won’t go back, Lewis.” You said softly, for him to know you weren’t angry anymore, but the world had spun, life went on…

“But- Ellie said you were such a big fan! It’s ok if you don’t want to work with me anymore, I’ll understand. But I don’t think it’s fair that you lose your chance in such a big dream because of an asshole like me!”

“There are always other dreams to have, Lewis. When a door closes, others may open,” you untucked your arm so you could hold his arm in comfort. He held your hand, and when he felt your cold hand, he rubbed it softly, to warm you up.

“It’s not fair-”

“Lewis, I’m moving to Madrid in a few weeks.”

He stopped, visibly deflated hearing your words.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve never-”

“Lewis, it’s not because of you,” you pushed the duvet, freeing yourself so you could sit up beside him, backs to the headboard, “I got an amazing offer from Real Madrid. I’m gonna join their PT team.”

“Oh.”

His stomach dropped once again, thinking that life would lead you two different paths, new future, new plans, and Lewis won’t even be able to make it up to you through time as he was hoping for. Lewis expected that, with you coming back to Mercedes, he would have time to apologize with actions, more than just words.

“They’re my favorite football team, and I’ve always dreamed of getting there,” when you noticed how down he was with the news of your departure, you pressed his hand a bit more, “I told you there are many dreams to achieve.”

“You wouldn’t have to worry about it if I hadn’t been so-”

“That’s enough, Lewis, it has nothing to do with you. This is my choice, something that I also dreamed of. It’s not the end of the world. If anything, there are lessons in what we went through.”

He wanted to ask you to stay, to give him and the Mercedes dream one more chance, but he knew it would be selfish of him to ask that. And he wasn’t willing to be selfish with you anymore. He would only have maybe a few more weeks with you, that he intended to nurture a friendship with you.

When your soup arrived, he stayed and watched you eat, and you thanked him profusely as the meds started working and you felt the fever dissipating.

Lewis ended up going back to McLaren to find you all the time. Sometimes he brought a coffee for you, some other times he just wanted to invite you to lunch, or he wanted a protein bar, and after almost two weeks of that, his excuses ran dry and he only said he wanted to check on you. and he had been checking on you for a couple more weeks now.

“So…” Lando muttered with a knowing smirk, “you and Lewis, uh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, as you spotted Lando from behind, analyzing his squats.

“You went from hating him to becoming his friend pretty quickly,” Lando pointed.

“And…?”

“I don’t know but he’s here all the time to see you.”

“Nah, he’s just passing by.”

Lando let go of teasing you and switched topics to talk about something else for the remainder of your session. After you finished and Lando went for the post race debrief, you were getting ready to leave when Lewis found you again.

“What do you want?” You squinted your eyes at him. Lando’s teasing voice still in your head.

“Moody, are we?” Lewis joked, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

“Lewis.”

“Fine, fine! I’m taking you to dinner later today, ok?”

“Are you asking me out or demanding?” You frowned, pretending to be moody.

“I’m inviting you and implying I’m not taking no for an answer,” He winked.

“Lewis, I don’t think we-”

“Think of it as a farewell, celebratory dinner, yes? You’re leaving so soon to Madrid! Pretty please?” He joined both hands like he was begging.

“Fine. Stop pouting.” You rolled your eyes and he giggled, before leaving.

He texted you two hours later saying he was coming to pick you up. You dressed cozy and comfortable, since it was absolutely not a date. He texted you to let you know he was downstairs when you were finishing with your hair. As soon as you got in the car, you checked Lewis’ outfit.

“Is this ok?” You asked, pointing at yourself.

“It’s perfect.”

Lewis drove for forty minutes to the next town over. In the end, he took you to a cozy restaurant, small, a little cramped but so familial and cozy. You two sat in a corner booth, far from the windows. You went over the menu as Lewis explained that this place’s food tasted homemade and they also had vegan options, so he always went there whenever he was in that part of Italy.

You told Lewis everything about your move, how you had found a great apartment close to work, how you had enrolled in Spanish classes to start a month after your arrival, and everything.

After a hearty meal and chatting a lot, you two decided to go for a walk to eat some ice cream. The air was windy but not very cold, so you just walked side by side a little late at night.

“Are you sure nobody will see us?” You looked around to see if anyone had recognised him or had taken pictures.

“Yes, it’s very discreet in this part of town. Besides, it’s a little late, so not many people are around.”

“This is a very good gelato, Lewis! Thanks for taking me out today.” You muttered as the two of you walked around a big, dark park. You stood under a lamp post, finishing the last of your ice cream.

“How are you feeling about Madrid?” He asked you, looking interested.

“Nervous. Excited. I don’t know.” You whispered, smiling, you held the lamp post and let it take your weight as you flung around, all smiley because of the bit of wine you had at the restaurant, “It’s like a new adventure. You know when you’re about to do something that might be risky but gratifying? You’re scared but you have to-”

As you completed a full 360 around the lamp post, you were met with Lewis walking up to you and kissing you. He pressed his lips to yours, firm but tender, and it took you a while to assimilate what was happening. You held his coat and pushed him away only enough to break the kiss. The lime gelato kiss that had your stomach full of butterflies, and your heart beating almost out of its cage.

“Lewis-” you shook your head, still confused.

“Sorry, I- I just couldn’t pass on the opportunity,” he sighed and his breath fanned your cheek.

“We shouldn’t,”

“Why not?” He raised one hand to cradle your face, his thumb running your cheek.

“Because we started too messy. And- and I’m leaving soon. We don’t need to complicate things.”

You whispered, still not pulling away fully. You wanted it, so bad. But you knew you couldn’t get tangled in a messy situationship right before leaving. He was tempting, but you weren’t willing to risk whatever time was left of your silly little friendship.

So you took a step back. Still, you took his hand in yours, letting his warmth engulf you.

“Sorry,” he cleared his throat, but you just smiled at him, seeing how he was memorizing your face, and how your eyes were shining bright for him.

“It’s ok. Just, wrong place and wrong time, right?”

He gulped, nodding.

You didn’t kiss again, but Lewis held your hand the whole drive back to Monza.

Understandably, Lewis didn’t come back for your last week at McLaren. Despite being a little hurt about his absence, it didn’t really upset you, deep down you knew that it was better like this. The distance would make the goodbye easier for the man who wormed his way into your life. The whole team at McLaren gave you a farewell cake, which was sweet considering you were just a temporary hire.

You had tears in your eyes saying goodbye to the team and to the formula 1 track.

After that, you went back to London to finish packing, and shipping a few of your furniture and belongings. The dinner with your family and closest friends was filled with tears, and you finally caught up with Angela, explaining everything that had happened.

When the day came, your parents and siblings took you to the airport and you said goodbye with teary eyes and a heavy heart.

You were about to board when a sudden commotion caught your attention, and from between the crowd Lewis Hamilton emerged, running towards you as if he were in a marathon. Confused and shocked, you waited for him to get closer, and as soon as he stopped in front of you, he held your face with both hands and pulled you in a kiss. After two seconds, you returned the kiss, deepening it by opening your lips. He devoured you for a couple more seconds, before pulling away when you were both panting.

“Lewis? What the fuck?”

“This doesn’t have to be a goodbye, right? We can- I don’t know, we can figure it out,” He muttered, face close to you.

“Lewis,” you hesitated, “I’m moving away. We’ll spend most of out time in different time zones-”

“Wouldn’t you like to try? It’s better to try than spend our lives haunted by what ifs” His argument was convincing. And the fact that he was just centimeters from your face, and the fact that you had just kissed and his cologne was divine… Very tempting.

“Lewis, the next time you cause a scene in front of an entire airport, I’m killing you,” you whispered, pecking his lips once more as the crowd dissipated of people boarding the plane.

“I wanted it to be memorable, like a romcom.”

“You’re annoying, that’s what you are. You’re lucky you’re handsome” You rolled your eyes, but Lewis could still see the big smile on your face, eyes glinting.

“Is that a yes to my question?”

“One date, Hamilton. And we’ll see where it will go from that” You smiled, pushing his chest, taking a step back.

“I’m going to Madrid as soon as the triple header is over,” He promised, pulling you close again by the waist.

“You better! I don’t know, maybe I will meet a handsome Spaniard,” You joked, playing hard to get. You closed the distance so you could whisper in his ear, “You better work if you want any prize, pretty boy.”

He gasped at your seductive words, and you pushed him away. He smiled at you. Pulling one of his necklaces, he put it around your neck, a pearl one, very beautiful. The airport called all the passengers for the flight.

“A promise. Yeah?” He said, holding the necklace softly.

“Yeah. See you soon?” You nodded.

“See you soon.”

He watched as you walked away, and before boarding, you turned around and blew him a kiss. He laughed, pretending it hit him right over his heart.

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todomochi-uwu · 4 months

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Who (5/?) J. Y & S. M

Pairing: Poly! Jeong Yunho x reader x Song Mingi

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: This content is for a mature audience

Synopsis: You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you.

Other chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

NOTES: This was a nightmare to write, between the holidays and writer’s block, I wanted to die. I hope you like it. If you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee . I promise next chapter will contain SMUT, so beware of that.

“What are you doing, Y/n?” Said Yunho as soon as he dragged you out of the club.

“What are YOU doing, Yunho? How the fuck did you know I was here?” You stumbled backwards, anxiety and alcohol are not a good combo.

“I came to talk, Minho brought me here. I have spent every single day of the last three months trying to find and talk to you, and all this time you were doing this?” Hurt in his voice, his face red and eyes glossy. You examined him for a second, deep dark eyebags sunken his eyes, his lips cracked and pale, and his once broad chest now looked thinner, bony. He looked so different, you almost couldn’t recognize him.

“It’s not like that…” He cut you off.

“Then, how is it? Because to me it looked like you were making out with your so-called best friend. Explain it to me, Y/n.”

“I don’t have to explain shit to you.” You stomped, getting closer, “You have a lot of nerve coming in here and accusing me of anything,” You jabbed your finger against his chest again and again. “We are not together. You drove me away. You broke my heart.” Tears of anger streamed down your face, and your wounded heart disintegrated with each word.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, please come home with me, we can talk and…”

You turned around when you heard Han coming out of the club, Minho right behind him, following a very angry-looking Christopher.

“Bang Chan, calm down!” Said Minho.

“What are you doing here, Jeong?” Chan intervened, pushing you behind him.

“This doesn’t concern you, Chan. Please let me talk to her.” He tried going past Chris.

“Why don’t you leave her alone? She doesn’t want to see you. Fuck off.” Chan’s voice laced with venom, alcohol and rage ran through his veins, clouding his judgment.

“Chan.” The taller man tried again.

“Fuck you, Yunho. Where were you before when she needed you, huh?” Chris pushed the taller man, “Where were you when she spent every single night crying herself to sleep?” Push. “Where were you when she felt worthless?” Push.

“Chan, stop. You are drunk.” Han said.

“That’s right. You were not there, but guess who was? Me. I spent every single minute comforting her, reassuring her that it was not her fault, and helping her move on.”

“Oh, I am well aware of how much you would love for her to get over us, I’ve known it for a long time.” Yunho pushed back, “But I’ll be dead the day I let that happen.”

“Yunho, please stop.”

“I fucked up, okay? I’m not saying I didn’t, but I want to fix it. If I have to get on my knees I will, if I have to beg I will, whatever you want me to do I’ll do it. Please give me a chance.” Yunho said kneeling.

“Yunho.” You said in tears.

Chan scoffed, shaking his head, “Why should you get a second chance?”

Minho physically cringed, he knew it wasn’t about Yunho and Mingi getting a chance to redeem themselves, it was about Chan not getting the same opportunity.

“Chan, buddy, please back off.” He said while grabbing his friend by the shoulders.

Chan shook him off. He looked at you, “Y/n you know best. Please don’t go back to them.” He pleaded with what little strength he had left. But you could only see a begging Yunho on the floor, a mix of emotions reflected in your eyes, anger, fear, but on top of them was longing. He could feel his heart break all over again, he would never be at the receiving of those feelings. The door had closed a long time, and even if you didn’t know it, he did, it would never open again. He needed to get away from the scene. A knot forming in his throat, all his bottled-up love dying in his chest, he was going to throw up.

“Y/n, please come home, we can talk, we won't pressure you or anything, just please, please come home.” Yunho extended his hand your way.

You turned to look at Chan, but he no longer was there. You found Jisung’s eyes, looking for an answer in them. On one hand, your heart craved him, wanting nothing more than for him to take you in his arms. But then the more rational part of your brain reminded you of the hell you went through in the last months. Could you go back to them? And if not, could you live without them? Your best friend looked you in the eyes, worry and uncertainty filled them, but in the end, he simply nodded.

Yunho was waiting for you, silently begging for you to take his hand, to come back to them. And when you finally did, you could see the way his entire body relaxed, you couldn’t blame him, a part of you also felt at peace after all this time.

“This doesn’t mean we are back together; I hope you know that.” You whispered to him.

“I know.” He looked around for Minho, “We are taking a cab, I don’t want to bother you anymore.” He nodded back.

Jisung approached and gently embraced you in his arms. “Call me, okay?”

“Hannie, about Chan…” He cut you off.

“Don’t worry about him, we’ll take care of that.” He gave you a weak smile, before turning to his husband.

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Yunho opened the door as soon as the cab arrived, sat next to you and told the driver where to go. Your heart was almost beating out of your chest, sweaty hands gripped the ends of your skirt, and eyes that didn’t dare look away from the window.

“Are you cold?” He said, already taking his jacket off to give it to you.

“No, no, I’m okay.” Your brain made a connection a second later, “Wait, where’s…”

His phone went off like crazy, texts and calls showed up all at the same time, he pulled out of his pocket revealing the contact, “Shit.” He pressed to answer.

“Hey, Mingi, did you…” You could hear the exasperated voice of the younger man behind the phone, not being able to make out what he was saying.

“No, Mingi, I’m…” Cut off again.

“I know, but please…” Again.

“Will you …” And again.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. Oh, how you missed them.

“Mingi, will you please just shut up?” He whispered, “Listen, go home, I’m on my way there.”

Mumbling.

“You can leave, umm she’s, umm she’s with me.” He said as if he couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.

Mumbling.

“Go home, we’ll meet you there.” He hung up.

An uncomfortable silence filled the car, you didn’t know where to look, or what to do or say. Yunho was in a similar situation. Twice you caught him almost putting his hand on your knee, before remembering the situation you were in, muscle memory it must have been.

You knew the streets on your way to their place, left turn here, right turn there. A convenience store you used to walk to late at night to get ramen when you couldn't sleep. A dog park they swore you would go to with a new puppy when things “calmed down” at work. It made your heart sink to remember what you used to be, what you used to have.

So lost in your head, you didn’t notice the ride had ended, Yunho handed the driver some money and immediately took your hand, getting out of the car. The nerves getting worse each second, you could feel yourself shaking. The alcohol in your stomach bubbling threatening to make its way back up.

And then you saw Mingi.

He was sitting outside the door, his head between his knees, gently rocking himself back and forth, and you could hear some mumbling but couldn’t quite get what he was saying. He looked so small, so fragile, and while it wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. Without thinking you approached him, kneeling by his side.

“Hello, Mingi.” You whispered.

He had been so into his thoughts he almost fell back when he heard you. His chest went up and down quickly, trying not to choke on the anxiety, his eyes doubting who they were seeing, but he tried to compose himself. “Hey, Y/n.” His hands shifted, but he tensed to prevent them from touching you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

A few moments went by, neither of you knowing what to say. “Why don’t we go in? We have a lot to talk about and it's freezing cold out here.” You had almost forgotten Yunho was also there.

“Okay.”

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Minho and Jisung didn’t have a clue what to say on the ride back home. Chan was in the backseat, His head resting against the window, small tears threatening to come out of his eyes, but he wouldn’t let them, not until he was sure no one would see him.

“Chan.” Jisung tried.

“Don’t, just don’t.”

“Chan, you know this is for the best. They need to solve whatever is going on…” Minho started but was quickly cut off by the older man.

“And you were so eager to help them do that, weren’t you?”

“Chan, that’s not…”

“Leave it alone, Minho. You’ve done enough.”

Jisung didn’t want to give up just yet, “Channie, please. Minho would never do anything to hurt you, but you know she’s still in love with them, and…”

“Don’t you think I know that? I have seen it every single day for the last few months. I have seen her cry every goddamn night because she missed them. I’ve seen her reading their conversations again and again. Hell, I have heard everything single fucking detail about those two, I did it then and I did it now. But tonight, for a single moment in almost six years, she didn’t think about them, she didn’t see them in me, it was only me and her. She kissed me. She wanted me. For once, she was mine again.”

Minho felt bad for what was about to come from his lips, but it needed to be done, “Then why did she leave with Yunho?” The car stopped.

And Chan got off, slamming the door on his way out.

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The three of you were sitting on the floor of the living room. Yunho was leaning against an old couch Seonghwa had gifted you when you all moved in together. Mingi was next to a shabby coffee table you used to use as an “everything” table when you couldn’t afford anything else. You haven’t lived here in months, yet it still felt like home.

You had rehearsed thousands of times what you would say to them if you ever were in this situation. All the things that they did or said that made you die on the inside, you would cry and scream all you wanted and they would have to listen. You would tell Yunho how much you hated how cold he had turned. Tell Mingi how tired you were of him always coming home in a bad mood. Tell them how much you had missed them emotionally, and also physically, how they hadn’t stopped to look at you in months, let alone even touched you.

But as opposed to all the scenarios in your head, your mouth was dry.

“I’m sorry.” Mingi was the first who dared to speak, you wouldn’t have been able to hear him if you weren’t sitting next to him. “I’m so sorry about everything we did, I’m sorry for taking you for granted, I’m sorry about neglecting you, I’m sorry I was not there when you needed me, I’m sorry for not listening, I’m sorry for making you leave, I’m sorry for…” And so, the word vomit began, it came laced with months and months of tears Mingi didn’t know he had yet to spill.

“Okay, okay. Mingi, calm down.” You moved closer to him, wiping his cheeks.

“Nothing’s okay if you are not here, Y/n. I’m not okay if you are not here, Yunho is not either.” He pointed to Yunho.

You turned to look at the taller man, only to find him in an equal or worse state than the man in front of you, “I’m so sorry, my love.” He said between gasps.

Seeing them like this was enough to put you in the same state.

“I miss you so much, Y/n,” Yunho said while coming close to you. Both of them surrounded you, trapping you between their arms and sobs. “I’m sorry for being an asshole, for not making you my priority.”

“We will do anything, whatever you want you’ve got it, just please don’t leave again, please,” Mingi begged.

“Okay, let's talk, please?”

They both nodded and so the night began.

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“You have to talk to me about how you are feeling, you cannot bottle up and expect me to be okay with not knowing what’s going on in your life.” You said leaning against the couch, playing with Mingi’s fingers.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to trouble you.”

“It doesn’t bother me. Yeah, I may not know all those fancy law terms you and Jongho use all the time,” He giggled, “but I want to know if things are going well, if you are having trouble with a client or if you are stressed about a case, and not find out by Jongho calling me to tell me how much of an asshole you are being at work.”

He groaned, “That fucking brat always tells on me.”

“And you,” You looked at Yunho, “when are going to stop that childish rivalry with Minho? You are both grown adults, he’s married and you are engaged, for god’s sake.” You spoke without thinking.

“I’m still engaged?” He looked at you, a little smirk on his face.

“You know what I mean.” You nudged slightly. Mingi was looking at you with the same look on his face, making you blush deeply.

Between laughs and memories, Yunho’s bright look decomposed. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips tightened in a line, he straightened himself and cleared his throat, “There is one thing I want to talk about.”

Both of you looked at him.

“Back at the club, and I know I don’t have any kind of right to complain, but,” He gulped, “What is going on with Chan.”

Oh, right. That.

“Um…, I…, um…” Trying to find the right words. Mingi straightened himself, confused about what Yunho was talking about.

“We won’t be mad; I only want to know if something is going on.”

“Well, um…, Han noticed I was a little distracted tonight, he knew I was still thinking about you two. And until that point, I didn’t know if we were over for good. So…” You scratched your eyebrow, “he suggested it may be time to move on, and that Chan could help me with that.” You mumbled that last part.

Silence.

“I thought Jisung liked us,” Mingi said, trying to lighten up the situation.

“And he does, he was just trying to be a good friend to me.”

“Did something else happen?” Yunho said directly. He needed to know.

You shook your head, “No, it was barely even a kiss.”

“If I hadn’t been there to stop it, would it have turned into anything else?”

“Yunho.” Mingi tried to stop him.

“It’s not fair of you to ask me that.”

“So, it would have.”

“Yunho.” Mingi tried again.

“I don’t know, okay? I have no clue what would have happened.” Your voice escalated.

“Did you think about it?” He kept going.

“What?”

“Did you ever think about doing it? Tonight, or any other night?”

“Okay, that’s enough. You have no fucking right to reproach me for anything, we are not together.” You got up, needing to get away from him.

“I have spent every single night crying myself to sleep because you are not here, Y/n. It hasn't even crossed my mind to move on from you.” He stood up.

“Don’t act like I’m the one who fucked up like I cheated or something.” You grabbed your bag and pulled down your skirt, “This was a mistake, I never should have come here.”

That’s when Mingi saw red sirens in his head, “No, no Y/n, please. Yunho, calm down. Please, let’s calm down.” The poor thing was a mess.

“I’m not going to stay here to hear him accusing me of things that never happened.”

“Yunho’s sorry, tell her you didn’t mean it.”

Yunho’s shoulder slumped, defeated, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. It’s… When I saw you two, I thought I had lost you. I saw all my fears from back in college coming true.”

“What fears?”

He looked at Mingi, who only nodded back. “Back when we had just started dating, we were a bit worried you felt like this relationship was… too much. You would want something more conventional. A relationship where people wouldn’t turn their heads to know why three people are holding hands and kissing. Or one where you didn’t have to answer, how does it work? Over and over again.” His voice cracked at the end.

Mingi took over, “You never told us about Chan, we found out because Jisung talked about it once when he was drunk. We worried there was something else there, some unresolved feelings, I don’t know. And that someday you would go back to him. Throughout the years that fear dissolved, but when we knew you were staying with him. Well, we didn’t know what to think.”

“Whatever I had with Chan ended the day I met you, I’ve only wanted you since that night. Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“As you’ve seen, we are not the best at communication.” Yunho let out a nervous laugh. “I’m so sorry, for all the things I said. It wasn’t my place to ask.”

You got closer to him, “I’m sorry for getting so defensive.” You took his face in your hands, caressing his lip with your thumb, “I love you, Yunho.”

“I love you too.”

“And I love you.” You said taking Mingi’s hand in yours, “but I want you both to understand things are not completely okay because I’m here. I need to know what I’m getting myself into, I can’t go back to feeling like that. I need to be sure it won’t happen again, I get you both being busy, but neglecting me is a whole other story. We’ll go step by step, okay?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Mingi, we talked about going slow.”

“I know, I know. I can’t believe you are back here.” He leaned closer, “so, can I?”

And you may be aching,

“Yes, please.” You whispered against his lips.

But you were also weak.

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pairing | yoon jeonghan x fem!reader

genre | fluff, angst, college au, hidden relationship au, non-idol au, comfort

word count | 7k

warnings | use of pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart), kissing, slight harrasment, mention of abusive behavior, alcohol consumption, jealousy, swearing, soft but also sometimes possesive jeonghan 😩 big angst bro-, THE SAINT LAURENT JEONGHAN???? (on my knees fr)

summary: he decided to give you time, to let you feel comfortable with him and everything else. but you don’t want and need it anymore. you want to be visible. you want the two of you to be visible to the others. that you’re his and he’s yours.

a/n: oh my god.. my writer's block really hit me hard like a truck 😭 i’m so sorry for not posting anything for past few months.. </3 however ! here’s the small gift for you guys <3 hope u enjoy !

(i have already planned new jeonghan fanfiction and i’m SO proud of myself, watch me get the writer’s block again and post it after months again LMAOO)

i got you, you got me,

when it's us, babe,

you make me feel complete.

you're all i need.

Does Yoon Jeonghan have a girlfriend?

That was the question which was asked probably the most past days on your campus.

You could hear it everywhere. People were gossiping about in the hallways, in the bathroom, in the cafteria and even during the lectures, trying to get to the truth.

Is he single or not?

This whole situation began when someone from the campus took a photo of him, hanging out with a girl and holding her hand with a big smile on his lips. The face of the mysterious girl wasn’t shown in the picture, which is why they were wondering who it might be and if she’s his girlfriend.

Jeonghan was a 3rd year student and as far as everyone had known, he was staying single for a long time already. But now, nothing was sure.

People had mixed opinions on it. Some were happy for him that he found somebody to love, some were just really confused while not wanting to believe it's true, and the last group was really negative about it (thinking they even had a chance with Jeonghan, pfft).

However, it was obvious that everyone wanted to know the truth.

Does Yoon Jeonghan have a girlfriend?

However, only two people knew the answer to it.

Yoon Jeonghan himself, and you.

Jeonghan came out from the lecture class with his black messenger bag overhanged across his chest while being deeply immersed in his phone, when Seungkwan, campus’ sweet boy, joined him by his side.

“Hello Jeonghan!” he started enthusiastically, “How’s your day? Are you okay?” the boy blinked a few times and sent him a cute smile, while taking a sip of his beloved iced americano.

Jeonghan frowned, looking at him quite suspiciously.

“Hi,” he mumbled, letting out a sheepish chuckle, “Yea, I’m fine. Just finished my schedule, and I’m a bit tired. And you?” Jeonghan asked, continuing the conversation as the two of them slowly walked towards the entrance of the campus.

“Uhh.. I still have one lecture left, so I need to stay.” Seungkwan pouted, making the other boy smile, “Are you meeting someone? Or going home by yourself?” the sunshine boy asked, making Jeonghan stop mid-step, crossing his arms over his chest.

He looked at the younger boy with an amused expression as he snickered, “Seungkwanie, come on. Don’t tell me you’re also into this whole gossip trend on our campus.”

“Oh, hyung! But is that true? Are you seriously in a relationship?” Seungkwan questioned, tilting his head to the side, while wishing to get the answer everyone wanted to know. “Please! I won’t tell anyone.” he pouted.

Jeonghan let out a quiet snort, while looking to the side as he was kind of getting tired after hearing another person ask him that question.

Why was everyone suddenly so curious about it?

“I’m sorry Kwannie, but I won't tell you. Nice try though.” Jeonghan muttered, fixing his bag on his side, “See you tomorrow.”

Then, he turned around and walked out, leaving the younger boy and all of the gossip behind him in that building.

December's cold, evening breeze hit Jeonghan’s face, finally letting him breathe out in relief. The boy placed the hood over his head, tugging his hands into the pockets of his big hoodie.

He did it. He survived another day without getting caught.

Gosh.. it was so hard for him not to react every time he passed next to you in the hallways. To not stare at your beautiful face for too long, to not send you a soft smile, to not yield his food to you at the cafeteria or just hold your hand. He wanted to do it so badly, and many times he caught himself almost doing it.

But at the same time, Jeonghan was aware that even the smallest thing that could have been taken as ‘more than close friends’, might have caused suspicions from your or his friends. Which you two wanted to avoid at all cost. At least for now.

Your relationship had to stay invisible to people around you.

Even though the boy didn’t like that idea at first, after some time you two agreed that for now you won’t show your relationship in public, especially in college.

Jeonghan decided to give you time to get comfortable as it was your first relationship after being in a really harmful and traumatic one in the senior class at highschool. Your ex was a very cute and nice guy at the beggining who later turned into being really abusive towards you, especially verbally. And when you revealed at the beggining, that you two are dating, a lot of people abandoned you, leaving you behind with the problem that after a while you were forced to deal with all alone.

That’s mostly why you weren’t sure if you wanted to reveal your new relationship. And it’s not that you didn’t trust Jeonghan, because you did. You trusted him as no one else. But because of your past, you were not certain if you could go through that all over again.

Jeonghan couldn’t wait to finally see you, after this long and tiring day. He really wanted to hug you close and tell you how good you looked today. Because he missed you. Your voice, your smile, your smell, your warmth and your touch. He missed every single thing about you, and he hasn't interacted with you for only around 6 hours (not counting all of the texts that the two of you shared today).

Rushing towards your apartment with a bag of takeout food that he bought on the way, Jeonghan was already thinking what you two could do tonight. But the truth was that even if you two laid in your bed, cuddling, he was okay with it. Because what mattered to him was spending his time with you. Not the activity you did.

Right after only one ring to the door, you opened it with a tired smile visible on your face. You were already dressed in your kuromi pyjamas (to which Jeonghan had a matching, ‘my melody’ one), wearing fluffy socks.

Your boyfriend giggled, excited about seeing you and finally having you for himself only.

“Hi.” he said gently, with a bright smile shining on his face.

“Hi.” you replied softly, while connecting your hand with his, taking him into your apartment, and closing your door right behind him.

“I brought food!~" the boy cheered, taking his shoes off by his heels. You couldn’t help but melt, and a bright smile appeared on your lips.

The boy swung the bag in the air with a big smile, and you approached him, slowly kissing his cheek while thanking him sincerely. Then, he quickly placed the bag on the floor and wrapped his hands around your waist, hugging you tightly to his body.

Jeonghan laid his forehead on your shoulder, “I’m tired.” he murmured, closing his eyes while sighing, “I need to recharge.”

A smile creeped onto your lips as you slowly started to play with Jeonghan’s hair, him still being close to you.

“Don’t worry, baby. We have time.” you smiled, caressing his head. You let him ‘recharge’ as the boy didn’t move away from you for even a second.

“You’re doing a great job, Hannie.” finally, you broke the silence, feeling how he snuggled closer into the crook of your neck. The scent of your body has always had a calming effect on Jeonghan, and it wasn’t different now.

“I can’t believe that acting like a stranger with my girlfriend might be that tiring.” he murmured into your skin, immediately catching you off guard.

Your face saddened in the split of the second, with the feeling of guilt starting to take over you.

“Hannie-”

“No, it’s okay.” the boy looked up at you, with his shining, full of understanding eyes, “We both agreed on it after all. And I want you to feel comfortable when you’re with me. So I won’t pressure you into doing things you’re not okay with.” he added, and gently cupped your face with his hands, admiring your features.

“I’m sorry..” you mumbled, feeling the lump in your throat, “I’m sorry that because of me you have to pretend something you don’t want to, but.. please, believe me that I’m really.. really trying to somehow overcome this-”

Jeonghan quickly placed his lips on top of yours, connecting you in a gentle kiss, while stopping you from speaking more. At first your whole body stiffened, not expecting this. But the feeling of Jeonghan’s soft lips on top of yours started to overwhelm you, making you crave for more of him.

However, before you could even react and reciprocate his sweet action, Jeonghan already moved away from you, sending you a reassuring smile.

“Let’s eat, darling. I’m sure you’re hungry.” the boy suggested, and took the bag from the floor, making his way to your kitchen.

“And then I need to put my baby to sleep.” Jeonghan giggled, to which you quickly responded with a scoff, “I’m not a baby anymore.” you muttered, but the smirk was still present on your lips.

You quickly followed right after him, sitting by the kitchen island as you silently watched him take out the containers with food.

But the slight feeling of guilt hasn’t left you at all, making you stay up at night, tossing around in the bed, overthinking everything, while being tightly hugged from the back by Jeonghan.

Should you finally become visible to people?

Or should you let things stay as they’re now?

“So..” Millie — your best friend, started and you looked at her suspiciously.

The two of you were coming back from the nearest coffee shop after buying a coffee to go for yourselves. This small break was good for you as you still had this one lecture to survive.

“So?”

“I met a guy.” she said while covering her face as she already knew how you’re going to react.

You let out a sigh, closing your eyes whilw tilting your head to the side. “Millie, I swear to god..”

“But listen!” she interrupted, “He’s actually really nice and he cares for the others a lot! He’s the greatest gentleman I know! And you won’t believe me, but he’s actually close friends with Yoon Jeonghan.” after hearing that name, your eyes immediately widened.

You choked on your drink, immediately starting to cough, “Ooh..” you started trying to stabilize your voice, “What’s his name?” you asked, quickly realizing that you sounded too interested about that.

Even though you remembered a few of Jeonghan’s friends as he was sometimes going out or just talking about them with you, you were really curious which one stole Millie’s heart.

She grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly, “Hong Joshua! Can you believe he’s also half american half korean? Just like me!” the girl exclaimed while grinning.

“Yeah, I’m happy for you-” you mumbled while trying to get off her hand, that was slowly starting to make your palm feel numb.

“I think we can even go and meet him now! Joshie said he’ll wait for me by the entrance.” Millie giggled just at the thought of the boy, and already started walking faster, leaving you behind.

You looked at her with some pity written on your face as you shook your head and followed her steps.

A few minutes later, the two of you were already standing by the entrance, waiting for Joshua to join you. On the way, Millie already told you that you’ll have this lecture together.

“He texted me he’ll be here any second!” Millie cheered, showing you the text that he sent her a few seconds ago. And as Joshua said, several seconds later, you two noticed him going towards you. However, he wasn’t alone.

Yoon Jeonghan, who was smiling brightly while listening to Joshua, accompanied him. It made your breath immediately hitch in your lungs.

Oh shit. You haven’t thought about the fact that he might actually come right now with Joshua.

“Hi Joshie!” Millie shouted enthusiastically, waving to the boy to get his attention. As soon as Joshua noticed Millie, his face brightened up as his eyes turned into two small crescents and a cute smile adorned his lips.

But you had your eyes stuck on him. And so did he, with a slight smirk that creeped onto his lips.

“Hi y/n! Millie talked a lot about you, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Joshua greeted you, sending you one of his charming smiles to which you smiled back.

“This is my friend, Jeonghan.” he added, making you move your gaze at the mentioned boy, only to find him already staring at you.

There was a short silence before you decided to make the move.

“Hi.” you finally uttered, smiling gently.

“Hi.” Jeonghan replied, the same way as he had always greeted you.

It was your small tradition that only you two understood. Each of the smallest ‘hi’ you said, also meant ‘i missed you’ or ‘i love you’ at the same time.

“Oh, right, I almost forgot to tell you!” Millie said suddenly, making you twitch.

“Today, together with some other people from campus, we’re going to a barbeque restaurant! If you want to, you can join us. I think it’s going to be more fun and less uncomfortable if you’ll be there.” the girl remarked, and sent you a pleading look.

You looked at Jeonghan, searching for an answer on his face and he silently nodded, “Yeah, I can join you guys. And y/n too.” the boy answered, and shifted his eyes back to you.

“Perfect!” the girl cheered while hugging Joshua’s arm, “Then we see each other tonight at 6PM! I’ll send you the localisation later. But now let’s get going, the lecture is about to start!” she added, and then Millie pulled Joshua to the lecture hall, leaving you two behind.

“Are you okay?” Jeonghan asked, worried by the absent look in your eyes.

You smiled briefly, “Yeah.. I’m just a bit tired. I just need to survive this one last hour. But now let’s go, we don’t want them to get suspicious, do we?” sending a small wink to Jeonghan, you quickly followed your best friend’s steps to the hall, with Jeonghan going right behind you, not being able to hide the smirk on his lips.

When you sat down in the hall room, several students were already there. Millie sat next to Joshua, and Jeonghan decided that you'll sit in the row behind them.

As soon as the lecture started, you placed your arms on the desk and laid down. The feeling of tiredness after not getting enough sleep tonight was taking over you, making it really hard for you to survive this day.

However, it didn’t go unnoticed by Jeonghan that you looked exhausted. Gently, he removed your hair that got in the way, and stroked your back.

He leaned closer and whispered, “How about you rest a bit, hm? I’ll take the needed notes for us, so you don’t have to worry.”

You smiled gently, melting inside from the softness and care that the boy treated you with. Nodding softly, you whispered a small ‘thank you’ to Jeonghan.

Opening your eyes one last time, you saw Jeonghan’s focused face. He was playing with the pen in his hand as he always had to have something in his hand.

As you shifted your gaze to Millie, you immediately noticed that compared to your boyfriend, the girl wasn’t paying attention to the lecture at all. She probably wasn’t even planning on doing it, because Millie was busy studying the boy next to her. Smiling weakly at the mere sight, you closed your eyes, finally drifting off to sleep.

Little did you know, Jeonghan also decided to follow Millie’s steps after some time.

“Hi angel, are you ready?”

Jeonghan peeked into your room as you were finishing getting ready for the night out. You looked up at him in the mirror, and the boy smoothly came closer to you with a smirk playing on his lips. He bent down to be on your eye level, and looked at you from the back by the mirror. The scent of his freshly applied perfume and shower gel hit your nose, showing that he just finished getting ready.

You two came back from the college around two hours ago. At the end of the lecture, the boy patted your arm gently, whispering your name to wake you up. He caught himself smiling at the sight of your sleeping figure, but quickly scolded himself for it, remembering that he has to take notes and act completely unaffected by you.

Not going to lie, it quickly became a big challenge for him.

The boy was wearing a black silk shirt with a deep neckline, paired with black loose pants. His hair was freshly styled, with his bangs resting right over his eyes. He looked incredibly attractive at that moment, making you rethink about how it is even possible that a man and an angel like him is actually your boyfriend.

You, on the other hand, did natural make-up, and wore a black dress that hugged your body perfectly, reaching around your calves area, with a deep cut that reached right above your knee. Your hair was left loose, and with a delicate gold necklace that Jeonghan gifted you on your birthday, your whole look was finished.

It was indeed intentional to choose an outfit that would match Jeonghan’s, and vice versa (but not too obvious). However, the more you thought about it, the more you were starting to doubt if you should go with that dress. Of course you wanted to look elegant and step out of your comfort zone a bit, but you quickly started to think if it was really worth it.

And just as if your boyfriend heard your thoughts, he whispered into your ear, “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” Jeonghan left a sweet peck on your cheek, “You don’t have to feel unsafe or uncomfortable. I promise I’ll be there to protect you everytime, at any cost.” he added, solving all of the problems that you could have been thinking at that moment.

The boy moved away a bit, finally allowing you to let out the breath that you didn’t even realize you’ve been holding the whole time. The scent of him was always really strong and just being by his side, you thought that you might go insane by any second.

Soon later, the two of you finally left your apartment, and sat comfortably in Jeonghan’s car that he parked in front of your house. Your way to the restaurant went actually really comfortably, and even when you didn’t say much, Jeonghan tightly held his hand intertwined with yours, whispering from time to time compliments to you.

When you entered the restaurant, Millie, Joshua and some other people that you didn’t really know were already sitting by the table. As soon as your best friend noticed you, she yelled your name and waved to you. The two of you joined the group, and you sat down next to Millie and a guy that you didn’t know. Jeonghan sat on the other side of the table, next to Joshua, and a girl who was really known in your college, Siyeon.

“I’m glad you guys actually made it!” Joshua cheered, and you smiled at him.

“Why did you two come together?” Siyeon asked, “Are you two dating or something?” she added, gaining everyone’s attention as everyone heard about the gossip.

She always knew how to get people to look at her. Siyeon was not only called the goddess of the campus, but also she made it with her attitude. And even now, she successfully gained everyone’s gaze by looking at her and at you two, while smirking lazily.

Her question made you immediately start to panic inside, but you were trying to not show it that much on the outside. Not knowing how to respond, you looked at Jeonghan, frightened. The boy immediately read from your facial expression what’s happening, and he decided to take action.

The boy laughed out loud, “Oh come on, guys! Does really everything have to be about dating? I just gave y/n a ride because it’s dark already, and she lives near me.”

Smooth.

Jeonghan looked at you, and sent you an apologetic look, “We’re just friends. We’re not in a relationship, guys.” he added, making the others start joking and laughing because of this situation.

Oh.

Even though you knew that the boy did it to protect you, and your relationship, you still felt that stinging pain in your heart.

But actually, what did you expect? Jeonghan did what he had to do to keep your relationship a secret. Something that you two agreed to do, especially because of you.

So why did you feel that way? Maybe.. just maybe, you deeply hoped that he would admit it, and say that you’re his girlfriend.

“Hey, you okay?” you heard Millie’s whisper by your ear, bringing you back from your thoughts.

You nodded, chuckling from embarrassment, “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.” she stroked your arm gently while sending you a reassuring smile, and you sent her a small smile, reaching for your glass of water to take a sip.

When all of you ordered, and the food together with alcohol was finally brought, your group started to eat, while telling stories, joking around, and slowly getting more drunk.

You weren’t really a fan of drinking as you had a light head, so you were always the responsible one for Millie as she always wanted to drink. But even now, when she had Joshua by her side, you still decided not to drink.

Jeonghan always reminded and assured you, that you shouldn’t worry about not drinking anymore. He insisted, that if you’d want to have some fun with friends then you shouldn’t stop yourself, because he’ll be there to protect you and take you home afterwards. But even when you knew he truly meant it, you still decided to stick by your glass of water.

Millie was already clinging to Joshua, already getting tipsy from the drinks she drank. People were laughing loudly at something and you were sitting silently, listening while finishing your portion of tteokbokki that you decided to have. A few minutes later, Jeonghan excused himself by the need to go to the toilet.

As soon as he disappeared by the corner, the boy next to you named Changmin, who also drank a few bottles of soju after the challenges the boys from your college made, turned around and suddenly shouted, “Oh y/n!” what made you immediately look at him, not knowing what was happening.

Then, the boy leaned closer to you, making you widen your eyes and he clumsily sweeped some of the sauce with his thumb, that was in the corner of your lips.

Unfortunately, while being already tipsy from the alcohol, he made even a bigger mess on your face as he not only smeared the sauce to your chin but also some of your lipstick.

“Oops!” he laughed goofily, and some of the boys that were there started to laugh with him.

You just hoped that someone would somehow help you. But Millie was already passed out on the chair, with Joshua being concerned about her. Other girls, including Siyeon, were busy gossiping and drinking more soju. So you were left alone with this situation.

Quickly, you reached for the napkin that was near your bowl, and turned slightly to the side, gently removing the sauce and leftovers from your lipstick. You felt embarrassed because of what happened, just as if that boy fully meant to do it.

But it wasn’t funny to you at all.

Changmin looked at you one more time before smacking your thigh with his palm and squeezing it slightly. You widened your eyes as you were flabbergasted what just happened. And in the split of the second, you pushed his hand away.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you asked angrily, as you immediately felt uncomfortable but also pissed by the boy’s sudden action.

“Aww, poor baby is not in the mood,” he chuckled and reached for his chopsticks to take another piece of the tteokbokki from your plate and put it in front of your mouth.

“We need to feed the baby, say aaaaah~”

You hit his hand away once again, and the boys around started to laugh even more, making you feel ashamed. The tears from helpless frustration started to sting your eyes, but you strongly resisted to open your mouth and eat the tteokbokki that Changmin put in front of you once again.

“Come on, y/n! Say a-”

“I’m sure y/n is not hungry anymore.”

You heard a voice from behind you, and the person quickly pushed Changmin’s arm away. You looked up, seeing Jeonghan’s serious face behind you. He took a quick glance at you, immediately noticing the tears that swelled in your eyes.

Your boyfriend grabbed your wrist and pulled you up, the chair squeaking by the sudden drag.

“Oh come one, dude!” one of the boys shouted, but he was totally ignored by Jeonghan.

He quickly hid your fragile body behind his silhouette, looking into your eyes which glistened with tears.

Jeonghan cupped your cheeks with his hands, “Talk to me, angel. Did he hurt you?” he whispered gently, looking at you intensively.

You didn’t respond to him, tears glistening in your eyes.

The boy cursed under his breath, quickly focusing on you once again, “I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry angel that I left you here alone..” he whispered, gently kissing your forehead, “I’ll take you home now.”

“Jeonghan, dude! Your friend is so damn pretty,” Changmin yelled, lazily getting up from the chair, stumbling over his own legs, “Can I have her number? You know that I like girls like her, especially in bed.”

You could see how Jeonghan’s face immediately darkened, and he let out a loud scoff after hearing the boy’s question. He took a deep breath and grasped your hand.

“Okay, then I’ll text you later!” Changmin shouted.

Not even glancing back anymore you two left the restaurant, immediately getting into Jeonghan’s car.

This time, the silence was really uncomfortable, compared to the time you drove here. The atmosphere between you not knowing why thickened.

During the whole way home, Jeonghan was silent. He focused on the road, still holding your hand, and only taking small glances at you from time to time. There were a few times when you wanted to say something, but as your mouth opened, nothing came out. You thought as if you’re going to explode from the nervousness you felt at that moment.

When you finally reached your apartment, you walked into it silently, taking off your coats and shoes.

You knew that the boy was trying to give you some time and space, but as you’ve already known Jeonghan well, you knew that something was bothering him as well.

The boy muttered something about getting a glass of water for himself, and you, feeling guilty about everything that had happened, decided to follow him to the kitchen like a puppy.

He took a glass for himself and also for you, and poured some water for you to drink before drinking from his glass. But you had other plans than drinking that stupid water.

You knew it was finally the time to destroy the wall between the two of you.

“Jeonghan-” you said, but in the blink of an eye his glass hit the hard surface of your kitchen island and he scooped you up, placing you on the countertop.

Jeonghan’s arms rested by the two of your sides, securing you, as he stood between your legs. He was silent, with his head lowered.

Your heart was beating like crazy and your breathing sped up. You had no idea what you should do in this situation.

“It’s so.. fucking frustrating.” the boy hissed, still not looking at you. You decided to give him time and you waited for him patiently.

Finally, after a while the boy raised his head, looking straight into your eyes. As he was slightly bent down, his eyes were on the same level as your, dangerously close to your face.

“It’s so fucking frustrating, that people can’t see that we are together. That you can’t call me yours, and I can’t call you mine. That I have to tell everyone that we’re just friends. That we can’t have any, even the smallest interactions..” he stopped for a second, being completely drowned in your eyes.

“Please.. y/n.” Jeonghan sighed painfully, “Can’t you see how hard I’m trying? Just give.. us a chance. I will show you that we can be together in the public, and that we can survive by being by each other’s side. Because I love you, y/n.”

And for the first time in your life, you saw Jeonghan's eyes fill with tears, making it really hard for you to also not tear up.

“A-and..” he stuttered, as his voice slowly started to break.

“Recently I’m not even sure anymore if you still love me the same way as I do.”

Ouch.

Just one sentence. Small like a needle, but painful like a knife.

You immediately cupped Jeonghan’s face, wiping his tears away with your thumb. The boy had stuck his eyes still to yours, desperately looking for an answer.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so so.. sorry, that I made you feel that way..” you uttered, “I was blind, mainly following my feelings and needs, while not focusing enough on yours, which you also had.” you stopped for a second, taking a big breath to not let your voice break.

“You’ve always been so patient with me, always honest and so soft with the way you treated me.. You protected me, and was with me when I needed you the most. And I..” your voice broke, and you let out a shaky sigh.

“I gave you nothing back but rules. I feel so stupid because of that..” your eyes shone with the tears that you couldn’t hold in anymore. Jeonghan was listening to you silently, with his eyes still watery, but now you could find hope in it.

“I’m so sorry, Hannie..” you whispered as you brought the boy closer, crossing your hands over his shoulders. He snuggled into the crook of your neck, while holding your waist tightly, and inhaling your scent.

You stayed in this position for a few good minutes, before you finally pulled away, resting your foreheads over yourselves. You had your eyes stuck on Jeonghan’s shining ones, and he had on yours. And at that point, when you were staring at your boyfriend, you'd made up your mind.

You were ready.

“Hannie..” you uttered.

The boy sent you a soft smile, “Yes, angel?” he murmured.

“I want us to be visible. I don’t want us to hide anymore.” you decided, immediately noticing how much you caught Jeonghan off guard by your sudden statement.

On the spur of the moment and Jeonghan’s confusion, you leaned down and placed your lips on top of his, connecting you in a soft kiss.

At first, Jeonghan didn’t react to your action. But then he melted into the kiss, turning it into a passionate and hungry kiss. He quickly cupped your cheeks with one of his hands, holding your face gently while not allowing you to pull away with his other hand that rested on your waist.

You ran your hands through his soft, dark hair. The boy lifted your body from the kitchen island, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss as the boy made his way to your bedroom.

Yeah.

You were sure that you wanted to make you two visible.

The sound of the messages blowing up your phone has been ringing for the past 15 minutes, echoing in your room. Irritated by another incoming call, you finally woke up, and it turned out that it was Millie, the same as all of the messages.

You answered the call and put it on the speaker, placing your phone next to your pillow as you layed back on the bed.

“Millie.. I swear to god, if it’s something unimportant and you woke me up on the day when the lectures start later-”

“Wait y/n! Have you checked my messages?” Millie’s loud voice made you squeeze your eyes from the loudness, as you were still half asleep.

A sigh left your mouth, “Girl be for real. You just woke me up, how could I check your messages?” you muttered while rubbing your eyes.

“Then check it! I think you need to see it!” Millie shouted, and lazily, you took your phone, unlocking it and going straight to messages.

Millie sent you a screenshot with an Instagram post, uploaded by Siyeon. She took a selfie with Jeonghan, who sat next to her (probably not even knowing she was taking photos).

You immediately noticed that this photo was taken at the meeting that you attended a few days ago. Siyeon was wearing the same, short burgundy dress she wore that day, and Jeonghan had the same black shirt on.

But the most disturbing thing was the description she wrote under the post.

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“Can you believe that Lim Siyeon is in a relationship with Yoon Jeonghan?!” Millie squealed on the other side, and she started talking about something, but her voice began to gradually mute. You didn’t respond, being completely stunned by what you just saw.

“Wait. How do you know they’re together?” you asked, wanting to deny Millie’s assumption, “She didn’t say anything about it.”

“Oh y/n.. the title holds the whole meaning!” your best friend was quick to answer you, “She breaks the radio silence while posting a photo with Yoon Jeonghan. And in the description she writes ‘breaking the radio silence’ which refers to the gossip about Jeonghan’s girlfriend!”

Now it actually made sense, what made you feel even more terrified.

That one scene kept playing in your mind.

“Why did you two come together? Are you two dating or something?”

The girl was planning it from the beginning, making sure that her plan would work out.

Your best friend was still talking about something, but you didn’t really have the time to listen about how Joshua did this and that, so unfortunately you had to cut her off, “Sorry, Millie, but I really have to go. I’ll see you at the lectures later.” and you hung up, quickly getting up from the bed to get ready.

You couldn’t just leave it like that, you had to do something.

But what exactly..?

Your heart was racing and you felt like throwing up. You were waiting by one of the lecture halls, pacing back and forth while trying to calm yourself down. From what you’ve heard from some people on the campus, Siyeon was supposed to finish her lecture now, making it easier for you to catch her and talk with her.

And just as you were coming by the door again, it opened widely and people started to flood out of the room. You waited, standing on the side by the wall, while nervously biting your lower lip. You kept observing when the girl would come out from the lecture hall.

Finally, after some seconds you noticed the familiar face, immediately feeling how your insides start to roll from the stress. Siyeon was talking with one of her friends, not even sparing one glance at you, being deeply immersed in her conversation.

You took one deep breath before following them, and finally calling Siyeon’s name. The girl stopped her movements and turned around to face you, immediately putting the fake ‘shit i have to look friendly’ smile on her face.

“Hi y/n, what’s up?” she asked, trying to sound as enthusiastic as she could. You gulped, feeling how hot your whole body started to feel.

“Hi,” you mumbled, “Could I ask you a favor?” the girl looked at you questioningly.

“Could you delete the post with Jeonghan that you recently posted?”

Siyeon’s eyes grew bigger as her smile turned into a grimace. “Huh why? Is something wrong with that, sweetie?”

“I don’t want you to create confusion and another round of gossip about my boyfriend.”

There you go. You finally said that.

However, the girl pressed her lips tightly, and looked at her friend, bursting out laughing. The wave of coldness ran through your body. That wasn’t something you expected.

“Okay, o-okay,” Siyeon stuttered, trying to calm down from laughing, “You got us. That was a nice one, y/n. Now if you excuse us-”

“I’m not finished.”

Suddenly, your hand gripped onto her wrist, stopping her mid-step from walking away. Siyeon glanced at your hand that was tightened around her forearm. She rolled her eyes, letting out a scoff as she turned around to face you.

Then you finally noticed how people started to circle you, observing what’s happening, some even recording. Your mouth immediately felt dry but you knew you couldn’t give up now.

“I don’t want you to post any more photos that include my boyfriend, while trying to make an impression as if he is your boyfriend. Yes! We might have been secret about our relationship, but it’s not as if we didn’t have the right to. It’s actually none of anyone’s business who Jeonghan is dating, because it shouldn’t be anyone’s main concern. But, when you post a photo with a description that says ‘breaking the radio silence’ as if you’re proposing to everyone, that you two are dating, then nothing else is left for me than to finally reveal the main secret, that everyone has been dying to find out the truth.” you smirked, while letting out a quiet snark.

“Yoon Jeonghan is dating me. I am his girlfriend, and Jeonghan is mine.”

Everyone and everything around you fell silent. The only thing you could hear at that moment was your rapidly beating heart, and your own breathing.

After some seconds, you finally looked at Siyeon, only to find she wasn’t looking at you. The girl had her eyes set on something behind your figure. You frowned, and slowly turned around.

At that moment, you felt as if your heart dropped. Your whole body froze, the feeling of embarrassment and shame striking you right at that specific moment.

Because no one else than Yoon Jeonghan himself was standing a few meters from you, in front of the whole crowd. He had his hands stuck in the pockets of his jeans, head tilted a little to the side while a proud smirk was stuck to his lips.

When Siyeon finally came out of her daze, she hit your stiff figure with her shoulder as she ran up to Jeonghan, pouting. “Jeonghanie! Did you hear what that crazy chick was saying? Isn’t she stupid? How could she even say such insane things! You’re not her boyfrie-”

“Oh, but I am.” he cut her off, with that lazy smirk he always loved to wear.

If your speech made an impact on people who stood around you, Jeonghan’s approval surely caught the whole crowd off guard. Everyone started to whisper, gossip and murmur about something.

“W-what?” Siyeon’s lips started to tremble, “But oppa..” she whined, trying to argue with him, but Jeonghan simply ignored her.

He slowly approached your shaking figure, sending you a warm grin. Gently, he took your hand and connected it with his, intertwining your fingers. The boy left a butterfly kiss on your knuckles, immediately getting sounds of adorations and approval from around.

Your eyes met his, and the boy whispered, “Trust me.”

Jeonghan slowly walked out of the crowd, pulling you out from that corridor. The two of you left the building silently, and finally when you were in the campus’ park, you had to break the silence.

“Hannie..” you removed your hand from his, gaining a questioning look from your boyfriend, “Listen, I’m sorry.. I know I should have stopped myself from doing it, from getting jealous, from confronting Siyeon, and from letting out the secret, but believe me I didn’t do it on purpose.. I-I.. ah..” you stuttered, being lost in your words, “I couldn’t just leave it like that when everyone started to gossip about you being in a relationship with her and-”

“y/n, stop.” Jeonghan’s firm voice ran through your whole body, shutting you up right away.

The boy chuckled, gently cupping your cheeks with his palms, and looking deeply into your eyes with his shining ones.

“Did you really think I would get mad at you for any of these? Angel.. why would I even do that..? You can’t imagine how happy I felt when you finally gave us a green light. But still, I wanted you specifically to tell us about us and our relationship.” he caressed your cheeks with his knuckles, smiling at your pouting face.

“And that moment when you claimed that you’re my girlfriend and I’m only yours? Damn, sweetheart, that was so hot-”

“Yoon Jeonghan!” he immediately got rewarded with a slap on his shoulder as the boy bursted out laughing at your shyness.

“Okay, I’m sorry!” he giggled, and you finally broke the grimace, sending him a soft smile.

“But seriously, you can’t even believe how happy you just have made me right there.” Jeonghan added, and left a sweet kiss on your forehead before conecting your hands once again.

“Hot chocolate?” he asked charmingly.

“Hot chocolate.” you nodded.

Walking down the main sidewalk of your campus, many people looked at you, and specifically at your intertwined hands. With your cheeks burning red, you took your phone out of your pocket, only to find lots of calls and messages from people from the campus. And one of them was Millie.

Millie:

YOU.

bitch

how dare you not tell me anything!!!! >:(

you have LOTS to tell me

and i won’t let you go

oh nononononooooo

so better prepare yourself

cuz i need to know

every.

single.

detail.

EVERYTHINGGGGGG

As you think of it now, while laying peacefully in your bed and having Jeonghan snuggled into the crook of your neck, even if you liked the way you two functioned while being ‘invisible’, you had to agree.

Being visible with Jeonghan was much better.

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A Dramatic Irony

A/n: Trying to combat writer's block so I decided to do this little drabble. Spoilers for the WHB prologue, and also includes my theory that MC will turn out to be God in some form or capacity. Because why the hell else would the angels turn over to our side?

GAME IS 18+ THIS DRABBLE ISN'T, BUT EVEN THE PROLOGUE HAS ADULT CONTENT! MINORS PLEASE BE SENSIBLE!!!

“So, it was you? This whole time?” His lips graze against your throat. He’s warm, of course he is. All that holy light spilling out? He’s so warm it’s almost uncomfortable.

Everything about this is uncomfortable, really. But of course, like always, you’re at the centre of it. Of every situation, from the depths of hell to the cloudy tops of heaven.

“I’m not Him,” you grit out, your body shivering. You don’t dare move. Not with Gabriel, the man who had sworn to kill you, who had chased you over hell with armies of feathered fiends, with his teeth at your jugular.

It doesn’t matter the way he shakes just the same as you. It doesn’t matter that his fingers skim delicately - reverently - across your stomach. It doesn’t matter that those eyes that before looked at you with absolutely nothing inside, now seemed to overflow. With love, obsession.

You know, before all this, you’d been an atheist. Before an unholy angel had crawled out of your computer and a righteous demon had saved you and your best friend’s life, you had thought God couldn’t exist. That the world couldn’t be so cruel if someone like Him truly did exist. That your childhood wouldn’t be mired in tragedy, that you wouldn’t struggle to get out of bed every day. That you wouldn’t have to blink away flashes of the scent of copper and soap.

And of course, then you’d made a deal with the devil. You’d gone to hell. You’d broken countless contracts, and warred against heaven. You’d had to fight for every second of your life, and you’d done it bitterly, angrily.

Angry at this God that had disappeared, and angry at His stupid mistake of making every angel madly in love with him. Angry at how He never thought of the consequences of his actions, of how He never imagined a world He wouldn’t exist in. How just by your birth, you’d been destined to suffer. How your parents would have died no matter what, how you would always have had to walk this thorny path.

How He never seemed to consider what could happen when you created one of the strongest beings in the universe and forgot to give them a fucking moral compass.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he murmurs, ignoring your words. His too-warm body crowding in too close to yours, as your fists curl against his chest, desperately trying to push him away. It’s no use because no matter what’s in your blood, you aren’t strong enough - what is Solomon’s, and what is His.

Because, apparently, those stupid mistakes you’d cursed God for, were yours.

“I’m not Him,” you repeat, hands moving to claw at his throat. He doesn’t react beyond a small sigh of pleasure, curling into your touch like a cat in the sun. “I’m not Him. I don’t have His memories. I’m not Him.”

“I told you, didn’t I? I didn’t have any negative feelings towards you. I’m sorry, I’ll fix it. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Please, just let me stay by your side?”

It’s such a strange dichotomy. The angel who sees this as a beautiful, miraculous reunion. And you, who sees this a tragedy. One you could never escape. The angel from before, swinging his scythe at your throat, and the one who now presses plush lips against that same skin. It’s too ironic, isn’t it? It just can’t be true. It just doesn’t make any sense.

“I don’t want you by my side,” you sob, but he just shushes you, pressing kisses against your head and across your face. He licks up your tears, groaning at the taste.

It’s too cruel. You have to wonder if the old you, the one you can’t remember, ran from this.

His hands tighten around your waist. It doesn’t really matter what happened before, because you know you won’t be able to run this time.

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb gabriel #what in hell is bad gabriel #whb x reader #yandere x reader #yandere drabble #whb gabriel x reader

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heyyy to help u w ur writers block:

spending a lazy day w danny, like either lazing around on the couch in the sun or maybs he’s sticking to his workout regimen and trying to convince us to join? just cutesy domestic shh xx

thank you anon for this, i hope you're still around to read the final product! i kept it short and sweet, wanting to get the simplicity of it all but im proud of it!

MOMENTS LIKE THESE | DR3

daniel ricciardo x girlfriend!reader

warnings: none at all just domestic moments with danny 🫶

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It was vacation time for the drivers and that meant you finally got to spend time with your boyfriend, except for when he went to the gym, which was one thing you didn’t do with him.

“Where are you going?” You asked your boyfriend as he walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.

You had woken up a few moments earlier and heard the shower running. You debated joining him but the water was being turned off before you could make any further movement.

“To the gym” he smiled as he walked into the walk in closet you shared to get dressed

“Can’t you skip the gym for one day” you asked already knowing the answer to the question but decided to ask any way

“No, but I figured I’d go early enough so when I get back we still have the whole day to do whatever you want” Danny told you as he reentered the bedroom, to your disappointment fully clothed.

“Or you could join me” he added as he made his way towards the bed sitting on your side

“No your workout is so intense I’d probably die” you exaggerated as you moved closer to him “Plus you’re so sexy, I’d just be distracted the entire time” you smirked at him

He let out a laugh while putting one of his hands on the side of your face “I wouldn’t mind an audience” he told you as he leant in to kiss you.

You smiled into the kiss, happily kissing him back before he pulled away “I have to go or else Michael won’t let me leave to make up for being late” he told you getting up from the bed, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and heading out of the room to leave

“I’ll be back before you know it. I love you” he gave you his famous Daniel Ricciardo smile before he was gone out of the room.

You just decided to go back to sleep, figuring it’d be the fastest way to kill time before he was back home and your day would start then.

You woke up a few hours after and it didn’t take long for you to realize Daniel still wasn’t home judging by the empty space next to you or at least that’s what you thought.

When you eventually found the energy to get up and leave your bedroom, you were met with your boyfriend making breakfast. You smiled at the site and admired how at peace he looked.

“Morning sleeping beauty” he joked with you once he caught you admiring him.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked as you made your way to sit on the counter, his hands taking a break from fixing breakfast and helping you up smiling at how cute he thought you looked

“It was okay. Would’ve been better with you next to me” you told him as you took a blueberry off one of the plates and ate it while Danny went back to making breakfast.

He had made pancakes, washed some fruit and then he was just finishing up the eggs right now. “How was the gym?” You asked him

“It was okay, would’ve been better with you” he answered you sending a smirk your way causing you to roll your eyes while laughing at him reiterating the same response you had given him.

Once the eggs were done and he plated them for the both of you, you jumped off the counter and grabbed them bringing them to the living room.

You had a routine that whenever you ate breakfast together you’d eat it in the living room, enjoying the calmness the morning brought and enjoying each other's company.

It was such a simple act but with Daniel’s busy racing schedule, you had come to appreciate the simpler moments you got to spend with each other and enjoyed just being able to be with each other.

“What do you want to do today?” you asked your boyfriend taking a bite of your pancakes

“Can we have a lazy day, maybe go for a walk later to watch the sunset” he suggested

“Sounds perfect to me” you smiled at him, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

It wasn't like Daniel to suggest something like this as he always wanted to be doing something but every once and a while he would make this type of suggestion and you loved it because it meant getting to spend the day cuddled up which was something you never took for granted.

When you both finished breakfast and the dishes were cleaned. You made your way back to the living room where you spent a good chuck of your day, enjoying the comfort from each other.

You watched movie after movie, some funny, some scary, it didn't matter, the two of you loved any time you got to spend together.

When the time came, you got dressed in some warmer clothes, put your shoes on and made your way to watch the sunset.

Daniel had his arms wrapped around your middle, his chin resting on your shoulder while you enjoyed the peace and quiet watching the sun set.

It was moments like this that made you the happiest. Getting to spend precious time with the man of your dreams, nothing else compared to moments like these.

Tags: @namgification

I know it's small but I hope you enjoyed it and this was the first f1 related fic that isn't smau style so I hope its okay. Feel free to send any ideas or requests. Look at this two Danny fics in a row, I must be in a Danny mood ☺️

#ssprayberrythings talks #ssprayberrythings x formula one #f1 #f1 x reader #daniel riccardo x reader #daniel ricciardo #dr3 imagine #dr3 x reader #fic rec #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #x reader #red bull racing

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scekrex · 2 months

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YOU ASKED FOR MORE ADAM REQUESTS SO UH HERE I AM

so yk how adam knew angel dust was a pornstar when charlie mentioned his name. uh i have not been able to get that out of my head because he knew him by NAME it wasnt just like he passed by an angel dust billboard cause those are probably fucking everywhere and was like “cool” NO bro looked at it closely enough to know his name by memory— anywaysss what about adam x male reader whos a pornstar cause thats cool dhdkd maybe he sees an ad with the reader on it or something and gets intrigued 😋 anyways have a super silly day

I fucking adore you for that prompt bc the fact that Adam knew Angel by name was/is stuck in my brain too and I've been meaning to write pornstar!male!reader for a while, you simply gave me an actual reason to do so. Also the warmest, cuddliest hugs to @ultimateissuessimp who not only helped me to come up w a plot but also fixed my writers block xoxo to you bro.

Any way you want me, baby, that's the way you got me

pairing: Adam x pornstar!male!reader

warnings: language, smut, sex without consent (it's not Adam guys, chill), mention of sexual abuse, choking (with and without consent), unprotected sex, reader dies (then he ends up in heaven)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Your pimp massaged his temples and sighed, “Stop acting like a fucking picky whore, if you want your fucking money you'll do the job.” You crossed your arms over your chest, you were having none of it.

It had been a couple of years since you started doing what you did, it had been a couple of years since you had dedicated yourself to that fucking asshole who was trying to force you into something that was way outside your comfort zone. So you have learned to stand up for yourself, to say no. And usually that was fine because usually your clients weren't some snobby bitches with an ass full of money. This time your client was exactly that though, and that asshole of boss - at this point you were sure you could call him that - saw the money and nothing but the money. So a ‘no’ wasn't on the table for you this time as it seemed.

“Fuck you, I'm telling ya, I'm not doing that bullshit,” you told the man in front of you. He however simply grabbed your wrist and pulled you in, “You’re gonna drop that fucking attitude of yours right fucking now because you're gonna do it, if you want or not is irrelevant.” You huffed and ripped your arm from his grip, “Fucking fine, but if that whore breaks me it's on you.” At that your boss chuckled deeply as he gave your cheek a light pat, “Good boy.”

So there you were huh? In a room with some asshole you didn't trust the slightest bit.

It didn't take long for the man to not only undress himself but also to basically tear the fabric off your body - quite literally because your shirt was being ripped open and he yanked your pants down hard enough for the stitches to give out on it.

Your mind went blank after that, everything was just a hazy blur as you tried to get it over with. There were cold hands on your body, then you fell, the landing was surprisingly soft.

A scream filled with pain ripped from your throat as the man thrusted in, in, in until he was fully inside of you, no lube, no preparation. A hand was firmly pressed against your mouth and while probably not intended, he also covered your nose leaving you no way to breathe but you took it, what were you supposed to do? Say no? With that hand on your lips? Yeah, pretty impossible. You also doubted that the asshole would care about your wants. It all went down when his other hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed, he didn't even try to ask for consent, he just took what he wanted, maybe needed.

Your hands were on his wrists in an instant, your nails dug into his skin in order to try and push his hands off of you but to no result, he was stronger. And then the hazy blur faded to black.

When Adam read the news about his favorite porn actor being killed he was quite furious.

The news articles all stated the same, that some rich bitch had paid for a session with you - an recorded one on top of it - and had choked you to death. And on top of that the manager of you had published the video, hell Adam was even able to see you die at his hands.

The news articles also blamed you for not giving him any signals to stop, Adam thought that was bullshit. He had followed your porn career for a while now, he had seen interviews too, if only two - it wasn't like many people wanted to interview pornstars on a daily base - he knew you had this little rule about consent and therefore he knew you had given the man signals he just tended to ignore them.

“Can you fucking believe it, Lute?” he asked angrily as he held his phone in front of her face, on the tiny screen there was a news article about your death, a picture of your corpse covered by a white sheet was also featured. Lute looked at it briefly, then shrugged, “Who cares? Just another whore that'll end up in hell.” Adam put down his phone and grabbed Lute by her shirt, “Watch your fucking mouth, he wasn't like the rest of those disgusting sluts.” Lute just shot him a weird look and mumbled a quiet, “Whatever, Sir,” as Adam let go of her clothes.

When the world around you got bright you were confused, what had happened?

You found yourself in someone's office, the walls were painted white and there were golden accents to make the room seem less stirile. “Where the fuck am I?” you asked, visibly confused as three pairs of eyes stared at you, one of them was a small girl, she looked delighted to see you. Then there was a woman, you figured it must have been her mother or something like that, she offered you a small smile. The last one was the face of a man who seemed to be equally confused as you were at first, but soon his expression softened a little.

“Well look who we have here,” the man spoke and got out of his seat to walk over to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he shot you a sharp grin.

“Welcome to heaven, Y/N.”

It took a good while for you to get used to the afterlife you were expecting, it looked like your beliefs had been with you and that God had decided to put you out of your misery and send you to heaven a little sooner than you had thought. Not that you complained though, the company was better than the people that had surrounded you on earth.

Adam and you had grown to be close friends in no time and soon after your bond had increased so much you had asked the first man out. He had agreed and so the two of you started dating.

He was surprisingly soft with you - was it really surprising though, given that he knew how you had died? No, not really. But it was nice that he accepted your ‘no’ without further questions - sometimes, when he was really into something you said no to, he sat down with you and talked it out, gave you all the options to stop whenever it got too much or you simply didn't like it. Consensual sex without fighting for what you wanted and didn't want was new to you, it wasn't something your former boss or former clients had ever given you.

But that all shattered when Adam requested something that really didn't sit right with you.

“Fuck no,” you exclaimed, and got up from the bed, “No choking, not after-” you cut yourself off, you weren't able to say it out loud, not yet at least, “No.” Adam sighed, he wasn't annoyed or frustrated, he was actually able to understand the situation you were in quite well. “Babes, I’m not gonna hurt you like that bastard did,” he explained himself while also giving you the space you needed, otherwise you'd feel cornered and that was the least thing he wanted you to feel in that moment.

You knew that, in the name of God, you fucking knew Adam wouldn't choke you unconscious and he most importantly wouldn't kill you again by doing so but it felt wrong to let anyone grab you by the throat with the slightest bit of force. “Adam,” you pleaded, your eyes begging him to drop the topic. Adam's body language softened and he patted on the bed, a nonverbal request for you to sit down again. You hesitated for a moment, then you sat down again.

His wing wrapped around you immediately and his arms pulled you to sit on his lap. His chin was resting on your shoulder as he softly spoke, “I’m not asking you to live through a full fucking session, I'm asking you to try it, to let me show you how it's properly done. You can always tell me to stop and I'll be off of you in an instant. I won't ask you to ever try it again if you don't like it.” The brunette's hands rested on your chest, one of them slowly moved upwards to caress your neck and acting out of instincts you leaned into the soft and warm touch of his.

You thought about it. You thought about it for a while and you came to the conclusion that Adam was right. Trying was okay, trying meant you were allowed to hate it. So you hummed in agreement adding a quiet, “Okay.”

Soft lips were kissing your throat and you tilted your head upwards to offer Adam more excess. The first man gladly took it as an invitation to leave hickeys on the soft skin of yours which earned him a throaty moan. “Someone’s fucking horny,” Adam grinned and pressed his palm against the slowly growing bulge in your pants. You immediately lifted your hips to chase the friction that was given to you, a deep groan was ringing through Adam's ears, fuck he could listen to the sounds you were making all day. “You’re one to talk,” you breathlessly countered and lifted your knee against Adam's crotch. The taller man's hips stuttered and his wings flapped in excitement at the newfound and unexpected friction. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled against your throat as his fingers clawed at your shoulders and his nails dug into your skin, the pain it caused was different than the pain men had brought you back on earth, the pain Adam was giving to you always felt so deliciously holy and you could drown in it.

You have had sex before with all kinds of men, rude and harsh ones, shy and soft ones, ones that took what they wanted and then left without the slightest thought of satisfying you. But with Adam it was different, Adam always made sure you were feeling as much pleasure as he was experiencing and if he were to get too caught up to jerk you off, he'd blow you afterwards.

Your fingers itched towards the hem of Adam's robe and pulled the soft fabric up until his lower half was exposed. “Get that stupid shit off, it's cockblocking us,” you growled with lust audible in your voice. That was something Adam was quick to do, he was always so eager to get undressed for you, no matter what, no matter when.

Once Adam's robe had hit the floor, your clothes were joining it in no time. Your naked bodies were pressed together, his lips never left your skin long enough for you to actually miss them, they were on you constantly. “Gonna fuck that brain out of your pretty head babes, it'll be all you will be able to think about for the entire week,” the first man whispered in a deep, aroused voice that gave you the most pleasant kind of goosebumps you've ever had and your body shuddered against his lips. “You gotta try real hard for that, you sure you can fuck me that well?” you teased, very much aware that, yes, he was able to do as he had just said, he had proven it before and he'd prove it again. “Watch it, whore,” he grinned up at you and then your nipple disappeared between his lips and another moan tore from your throat to let the first man know what an incredible job he was doing.

Back on earth you had disliked, maybe even hated the term. It was always used as an insult that was supposed to play down what you were doing but when Adam said it, it sounded like the most beautiful thing to achieve, to be called whore by Adam was something you took with pride, something that made your body heat rush to all the right areas.

“Nah,” you replied and even though it was more of a whine than an actual statement, you confidently continued, “You like it when I use my mouth and we both fucking know it.” Adam's wings twitched at the thought of you sucking him off and his eyes revealed that he liked the idea - not for now though, now you two had other plans. “Sure do, babes, sure do,” the brunette agreed as he reached for the bottle of lube that he had placed on the bedside table earlier.

That was also another thing you appreciated about the sex with Adam, while he made sure you were feeling that holy version of pain earth could never compare to, he was also gentle, well as gentle as someone like Adam could be. But he prepared you, always did, and he was the type of guy who'd rather use too much lube than not enough.

At first it had been weird for you that Adam knew about your carrier, in the name of Lord above that motherfucker had seen you die because of that stupid porno. But it turned out to be quite useful for him to have all that knowledge about your past, that way he knew how far he was allowed to go without constantly having to ask you. He did check on your well-being during sex though, a thing you appreciated very much. He also knew about the things you were into, figuring his kinks out was as easy as breathing, the first man did nothing to hide the things that turned him on.

Adam covered his fingers in lube, waited a moment for the liquid to warm up and then slowly started to push his index finger inside of you. Your back arched and your hips rocked down on his finger, taking it like it was a daily thing - maybe because it was. “Gimme the second one,” you breathed out and watched as Adam moved his hand a little, his index finger almost slipped out and you were about to complain but before you had the chance to, two fingers were thrusted inside of you and you groaned, “That’s what I'm talking ‘bout, pretty boy.”

“Just look at the filthy little slut you are,” his hand moved up and down your side before it stilled on your hip bone, “So fucking eager to take the first dick ever made.” You nodded, “And so fucking ready too, so what ya waiting for, big guy?” Your lips had curled up into a shit eating grin as you challenged him, “Scared you'll hurt me?” Oh and that made something inside of Adam snap.

He quickly withdrew his fingers, causing you to complain about the emptiness you were left with. “Adam,” you whined and wiggled your ass closer to his hips, “I can take both, your fingers and your dick.” That earned you a light slap on your hips, “Don’t be so fucking impatient, you'll get what is needed to shut your mouth.” “I think it'll make me open up instead, moaning yo-” you cut yourself off with a loud moan because the brunette had just bottomed out inside of you without any kind of warning. And the burn that came with it from how wide his dick stretched you was beautiful through and through.

“Don’t just fucking talk about moaning my name, do it,” he demanded and gripped your hips firmly to keep you from squirming, he didn't move however, gave you the time you needed to get used to the feeling. Oh the self control this man had was driving you insane. “Goddamn it, fuck me already, what use is it to have the first dick inside of me when it doesn't fucking do shit,” you whined as you threw your head back into the pillows.

Adam didn't move his hips, however he leaned over you and wrapped his left hand around your throat, there was no pressure at all, just the feeling of his hand. For a moment panic flooded your brain and your body screamed at you to make him stop, to tell him not to fucking touch you like that, but then he spoke up and his voice was so soft, sounded so worried, “You decide when it is too much, if this is too much you simply say so and I won't touch you like that again unless you ask for it like a good fucking boy you can be.”

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and relaxed, his hand was still on your throat but you relaxed. “No, it's okay,” you whispered without looking at him, then added, “Now get to the fucking point and fuck my brains out like you promised.” And then there was pressure on your throat but at the same time the brunette started to move his hips, the pace at which his hips slammed in and out was bruising but it was exactly what you needed. You bared your throat as much as you could, showing him that it was okay, showing him that you trusted him with this, “Fuck, Adam.”

The sound of Adam's balls slapping against your ass filled the room and while one hand was firmly yet not painfully wrapped around your throat, the other slowly slid up your torso until it reached your nipple, the skilful fingers of your lover twisted it in such delicious ways that moan after moan spilled from your lips and Adam admired it, admired you. He was purely enchanted whenever you got vocal during sex - which was quite often.

“Fucking right, whore, moan for me ‘n’ my dick,” he hissed before he caught your lips in a bruising kiss, your back arched off the mattress even more, your hips tried to chase his whenever he pulled out only to slam himself back in again a second later. A whine fell from your lips and seeped into the kiss, your wings closed around his back, trapping the both of you behind feathers but neither of you minded, you were both too caught up in pleasure to care about such things. “Adam, please,” you moaned as your hips helplessly moved in sync with his own, “Fucking touch me.”

Normally Adam would make you beg for it, deny you your orgasm for as long as he could, but not that day. You had been doing so well for him, had tried something that neither of you were sure you would like. You had given him your trust by allowing you to touch in ways no one ever touched you with consent and he wanted to reward you for it, wanted to give you what you so desperately graved. As he attempted to let go of your throat you stopped him. Your hand tightly gripped his wrist in order to keep his hand where it was and you looked him in the eyes as you said, “I fucking dare you to stop choking me, use your other hand to jerk me off.”

He couldn't help the chuckle that rumbled through his body but he did as he was told and once his hand had started to stroke your dick, it only took you a few moments to reach your climax. The white wetness covered your stomach, a few drops even reached Adam's chest but you were too fucked out to pay any mind to it, all that you were able to focus on was Adam, Adam, Adam. Adam, who was fucking you through your orgasm to chase his own, Adam who didn't take much longer to reach his peak, Adam who filled you up with his cum until it started to leak.

The first man breathed heavily on top of you as he pulled out, a weak snap of his fingers cleaned both of your bodies before he fell into the sheets beside you. Well to be fair he had landed on your wing instead of the mattress but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You turned around to face him and curled up against his chest, Adam wrapped his entire body around you in order to keep you warm and protected.

“Thank you, Adam.”

He kissed your head softly.

“Anything for you, babes.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you #smut

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thatoneapollokidevan · 11 months

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heard you were suffering from writers block so I am here to ask for a fix :)

imagine:

being Pavitr’s friend for YEARS. I’m talking since diapers. Only to see him run after the same girl, Gyatri. You encourage him, of course. But, one night when he comes home with flowers, you attempt to cheer him up, assuming Gyatri rejected him. When in reality, he bought you flowers with her help and even prepared a little speech so he can finally tells you how he feels.

(I have a Hobie idea that is similar to this as well that’s more abt babysitting Mayday.)

i love this idea so much

since you didn’t request gender it’s gonna be neutral

no pronouns used for reader (as usual)

btw English isn’t my first language so it might be some grammar and spelling errors

• You’ve been his friend for as long as you could remember your earliest memory is when you were 5 and your and his family were having a dinner together

• there’s even pictures of when you two were in diapers together

• and you might have developed a teeny tiny crush on him

• but you’ve never acted on it bc of his crush on Gyatri

• Tbh it was a little sad seeing him being so hopelessly romantic for her but you were his best friend (sorry Hobie)

• You didn’t want to end your friendship bc of a stupid crush

• So no matter how sad you were you were always by his side

“Tonight is the night I’m going to tell her how i feel” he said

“Yeah at least I’ll finally catch a break from you straight up simping for her” you said jokingly

”I’m not simping” he said jokingly offended

“whatever help’s you sleep at night” you said and Pavitr slightly elbowed your side

• little did you know is that the person your best friend had been obsessing over was you and Gyatri had helped bim trying to confess to you

• but he made sure never to lie

•whenever he said that he was gonna tell her how he felt he meant tell her how he felt about you

• It was the next day aka Saturday

• he picked this day so he could confess to you during the sunset

• he had called you to sit by your favourite place

•it was a tall rooftop with an entrance that was almost secret

•you first thought that he was rejected bc he sounded a little more nervous and shyer on the phone

• never in a million years would you imagine that he was there with flowers…. For you!

“What the heck is all this” you said with a small chuckle

“Hi there, Y/N,

I've known you for what seems like an eternity, but even in all our time together, I've never been able to put into words how I truly feel about you.

Every time I see you, you make my heart skip a beat. Your presence alone makes me feel at ease, no matter what troubles I face in life. Being with you is like being in a warm embrace; I feel safe, protected, and loved.

I cherish every moment we've had as friends, but what I really want is to explore something more with you. I want us to be more than just friends. I want to be your partner, your lover, your everything.

No matter what happens, I promise to always be there for you. Whether we live on the same planet, or in different galaxies, my love for you will never fade.

Will you be mine?”

• You looked at him blushing like crazy

“y-you were into me this hole time!”

“Y-yes heh suprise!”

“please don’t just look at me like tha-“

•you interrupted him by hugging him

“Yes, I’d love to be yours” <3

#spiderverse x reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr my beloved #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr x reader #atsv x reader

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mrz-fushiguro-types · 3 months

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HI keep up the good work! I’m so proud of you I hope your doing great I had an idea I would LOVEEE to share I was wondering how the jjk characters would be like if the reader is like famous ( actor, singer, model etc) and if it the premier on the carpet how would they be like (also this is optional too but like the process of them getting ready YK) this is just an idea I had. I hope you have an amazing day and stay safe!❤️

Walk the run way

A/N This is going to be my best give or take of this idea but thank you so much for requesting this story-whoever you are! You guys never fail to keep me from writers block! Thank you as well and I will try to be safe, this actually hit me in a soft spot because I’m writing this in a hospital as we speak 😭 one thing I do wish, is that when people send me requests they also tell me the characters they’d like for me to put in the story! But I love to freestyle as well so I don’t mind! Thanks for requesting! And thanks for reading! ❤️

Summary: I will be doing a few characters, such as, Gojo, Geto, Toji, and I’ll end it with those three, I don’t want to be writing for DAYS but if you guys want other characters pov, don’t ever be afraid to hmu! 🩷

A/n Ended up writing for days I’m ready to get this out my draft

Warnings: cursing, smut and as I said wayyyy before Toji is a warning himself

Gojo

quickie in the limo

Getting ready for a premiere has never been an issue for me, doing my makeup, fixing my hair, finding an outfit; all seemed very Taboo to me. But Getting ready for a red carpet event? I couldn’t help but feel butterflies build up in my stomach.

I take stand to pull the black dress up on my body turning to watch how the dress perfectly captivates my curves.

Satoru walked into the room buttoning up his shirt as he watched me turn from left to right his shoulder pressed against the door frame. “Satoru..” I call walking over to him turning.

“Can you zip me up?” I ask and he smiles pulling me closer by my hips, Gojo was a model himself and you could obviously tell, the male was breathtakingly gorgeous.

He pauses before pointing to a hickey he made on the side of my neck “you aren’t gonna cover that?” He said gently causing my face to get hot immediately. “My hair is going to cover it, cmon Gojo Zip me up..” I say tapping my foot.

He simply chuckles pulling my zipper all the way up sliding his hands down my waist, “you look beautiful baby..” he compliments kissing my cheek before walking over to our walk in closet, “red bottoms?” He calls.

I smile putting on my necklace “yes please, wear your red bottoms too..” “I was planning on it,” he said coming out his fingers hooked on the back of my heals as he placed them in front of me.

“You look nervous..” he pointed out as he held my hand as support while I slip on my heals, “I’m very nervous..” I admit placing my hand over my chest, Gojo had been in the modeling industry for years, so this was all easy for him.

He stood straight after putting his shoes on flashing me his know it all smiles, “well, you have nothing to worry about, all of the attention will be on me anyways~” he said jokingly causing me to playfully push up against his chest “shut up..” I mutter as I grab my red fur coat placing it on my shoulders pushing my shades on my head.

Satoru then fixes his jacked black on the outside but on the inside a velvet red. “Ready?” He ask pushing his head on my waist as he pushed his shades up on the bridge of his nose “ready as I’ll ever be..” I call as we make our way out into the limousine.

Flash Flash Flash

The sounds and bright lights from the paparazzi that stood outside of the gate to our house made my mind foggy. While my boyfriend rushed me into the car, after he waved everyone off he sat next to me with a sigh.

“So intrusive. I can’t believe they found out where we stay..we mind as well start looking for new homes at this rate.” He turned his attention to me, my hands shaking from my nerves.

This would be my first red carpet event, what if I fell? What if I’d get to overwhelmed. Too many things were happening at once and it made my heart pound.

Gojo grabs my hand redirecting my attention, “don’t worry you’re going to do great..” yet when he saw my eyes water he sighed and curved his finger pushing his knuckle up under my eye to stop the tears from falling.

“What if I fall?” I say sniffling and that causes him to cackle wiping his own eye, “you are too damn funny,” “I’m glad I amuse you..” I say with a pout. “Aw baby..don’t pout..~” Satoru then pulled me ontop of him, this being easy for him to do so considering how strong he was.

I gasp at the sudden movement but once I gain my breath back I fix myself straddling his hips, “I think I know something that can calm your nerves hm?” He said softly leaning up pushing his lips against mine causing me to kick my heels off quickly, already knowing what was up.

Without wasting much time we were fighting each others tongue Satoru pinning my hands behind my back as he used his other hand to hold my head in place his eyes not leaving mine.

I push up against him my dress sliding up on my thighs as he lets my hands go, involuntarily sliding his warm hands up my thighs into my dress, “just tell me what you want..I’ll give it to you without a second thought..~” he said in a hushed tone his lips brushing against my neck as he let out a breath full of excitement.

Of course this was daily activities for me and Satoru, we fucked too many times to count just in one day, yet he knew dirty talk wasn’t something I enjoyed doing.

But Satoru didn’t care one bit, and he knew if I really wanted it, I’d speak up. I whine at his request scooting closer to him just to be met with his hard on that pocked at me through his pants. “C’mon princess..it’s simple..” he instructed his large hands squeezed at my ass causing me to bite hard on my lip so the drivers wouldn’t hear.

“You already know what I want..and I’m tired of waiting..” I say looking down at him with slutty eyes. He huffs out a sexy chuckle. “Close enough..” His long slender fingers pushed my soaked underwear to the side as I reach my hands down unbuckling his pants just for him to pull his own cock out rubbing from base to tip not breaking eye contact.

His precum already painting the base of his cock as it slowly dripped down.

I shiver at the sight wrapping my arms around his neck leaning my head against his shoulder. Satoru hums and without warning he thrusts up into me wrapping one of his arms around my waist causing me to scramble covering my mouth.

The way he opened me up without warning made me want to do nothing more than scream his name. He was so fucking deep. I lean my head against his as he uses his other hand to press on my lower back as he pounded up into me letting out soft breaths into my ear as he grunted with each breath taking thrust.

I swallow hard trying my hardest to not get any of my makeup or lipstick on him, I then slide my tongue from his neck to his ear moaning out softly “Go faster...~” I whispered, lifting my head up to push my cheek against his, smearing my lipstick on the side of his face.

I could never explain sex with Gojo but I could say this, he made me crave for more, he always changed any thought I had before to only focus on how good he made me feel now.

The way he pounded up into me made me completely forget that, just in under 20 minutes, there would be flashing lights and shouting fans. At this rate, I looked a mess, and so did he.

I flop down hard pulling back to admire my sexy boyfriend, Satoru looked at me as he held my hips, panting tiredly as I began to rock my hips back and forth with his dick still inside of me.

the size of his cock filled me up completely to the point where just sitting there rocking back and forth was enough for me, I throw my head back letting out a shiver and a shaky breath, "don't be selfish..~" he said in a sexually frustrated tone, wrapping his arms under my thighs lifting me up.

The action caused me to jolt forward my forehead pressing against his, Satoru then began to start thrusting at the same pace he was before not slowing down at all.

I curl my lips back to fight the moan he obviously deserves "I wanna feel good too.~" He said in a taunting tone letting out cum hungry grunts with each piercing thrust.

so much at once, that’s what I was feeling, my mind and body felt like they were going to melt into a puddle together, I was close, my limit was exceeded very quickly, "Satoru...~" I call in a warning tone and he pants out a chuckle, "me too..~" he said reassuringly and instantly after that he thrusted once more causing the both of us to Cum quickly.

Satoru's hand over my opened mouth muffling my moans as his head was leaned back on the headrest, his hand that covered my mouth shivering as he was panting. After a bit, I lift off of him, quickly coming down from my high, after catching my reflection in the window.

I was indeed a mess. “Fuck it..” said Gojo as he fixed himself, “let’s just go back home even if we miss it we’ll still be famous tomorrow, what do you say?” He said wiping the lipstick from the side of his face.

I sit back my body completely overstimulated, it was like Gojo to ditch something this important, I look at him unsure and he just smiles, "Babe, even if you miss this one you'll still be famous tomorrow.." he said with a shrug.

I huff shrugging as well “then I’m just as careless as you..” I add with a smile and he chuckles. Satoru tapped the sliding window that connected us to the driver, when it was pulled back he said, “something came up, you mind taking us back?” Causing the driver to chuckle shaking his head.

He pulled to the U-turn lane, taking us all the way back home. I’ll still be famous tomorrow.

Geto

Take it all off

Most of the songs I wrote were inspired by my boyfriend. Suguru had the purest heart, no one could take that away from him. He would listen to every song, and my first song that was about him that got famous, he replayed it everyday.

Soon my songs got more popular, people could relate feeling the love I felt for him and now I was going to my first walk on the red carpet.

Suguru couldn’t stop talking about it, I was relieved that he was just as proud as I was. I turn my attention to my boyfriend, as I wait for his opinion. “Hmm..” He hummed his finger rested on his lip, “I like the royal blue..” he said his eyes darting to the long royal blue dress I had been avoiding.

I shake my head and he chuckles, “why not? You don’t like my taste in clothing?” He asked slouching his legs of course being apart, he always sat like that, the posture was so, sexy to me.

“No it’s not that! I’m wearing heals that dress is long and you know how clumsy I am Su’..” he tilts his head “I think the dress looks good..it shows a good amount of thigh..” he says with a small smile.

I shake my head going over to him as I sat down on his lap causing him to wrap his arms around my waist sitting up laying his head on my back. “I give up..” I admit and he kisses my shoulder.

“If not the royal blue go for the hot pink dress you put on first, you look beautiful regardless baby.” He compliments planting a soft kiss on my ear causing me to shiver. “Thank you Su’..” I say standing and he stays seated.

“I’d really prefer if you stayed here..” I say looking down at my boyfriend sympathetically. I knew he was tired, now Geto had a wonderful singing voice and I even used him to help with some of my songs but he chose a different route and he works so hard wanting to become a doctor.

I hated that he worked himself, but when you live a lifestyle like that most of your life it becomes tiring but easy to bare with. Geto caught my eye still sitting back, “what are you talking about?” He asked fixing his position sitting up his arms rested on his spread knees.

I sigh turning to pull his head into my bare stomach, “you just got off from a shift..you work day in and day out..we’re going to be at the shoot for a while, I think you should rest and stay here..” I say while he kisses my stomach, before he shook his head back and forth nuzzling his face into my stomach.

“As long as I’m around you I’m in comfort..it’s true I had a hard week but I sincerely want to be there to support you baby..” he replied his hands wrapping around my thighs. I giggle, he was like a child at times and I loved when he was.

But there were most times where he could be so sexy.

I lean down and he swallows me in his arms before my lips could even touch his, pulling me back into his arms until I sat like a baby. “Suuu!” I call as he smothers me in kisses.

“Plus why would I ever miss this! My baby made it!” He said his forehead rested on mine as he chuckled. I smile pulling him closer our lips pressed together causing him to groan his large hand creeping up my bare stomach.

Suguru knew how to manipulate my body to wanting him to fuck me immediately. He knew how to caress and touch me, he had a caring heart and mind, but once he became lustful all of that left, and he treated me and my body Like a slut.

And I loved it.

I shiver under his touch sliding from his lap to the couch my legs wrapping around his hips, he smirked “right now?~” he asked sliding between my legs hovering over me, “calm my nerves..” I insist.

He let out a deep and soft chuckle before leaning down to my ear whispering, “only because you asked so nicely..~” he teased nibbling on my earlobe his hand sliding down my stomach to my already aching pussy.

I whine opening my legs for him as he kisses down my neck his two fingers rubbing my clit through the cloth, hearing my clit already make noise caused me to blush Turing my head.

Geto let’s out a breath he got so sexually possessive over my body, I could tell that, just using his fingers gave not only me but him, the upmost pleasure.

Suguru sits up spreading my legs with his other hand just to watch my panties get soaked while he creeped his index finger into the corner of my panties causing my hips to jerk he pushed his fingers against my twitching bud.

Leaning down to slide his tongue over my covered clit, his tongue sliding into my underwear from the corner moving my panties to the side with his tongue holding it out of the way with his index finger.

And then, his tongue made contact with my clit flicking it gently sparking electricity up my body. “Su! Don’t stop..~” I shiver out holding his head, my legs twitching. I look down at my boyfriend who looked up at me with low eyes pulling me forcefully by my hips burying his lips and nose into my pussy.

I squeal out as he moves his head, letting out soft groans as if I were the best thing he’s ever tasted.

He pulls back panting our eyes locked onto eachother I use my feet pulling at his sweat pants hearing him let out a soft chuckle pulling at the rope pulling both his pants and boxers down, his cock to spring out, causing him to sigh from the relief.

I sit up on my elbows whining getting antsy, Geto looked at me with soft eyes positioning himself between my thighs before he says “I’m sorry I kept you waiting baby..” before he instantly thrusted into me holding my leg up as he did so.

“Ngh! Su~” I moan out grabbing at the couch cushion, his dick instantly hit me in spots I couldn’t reach with a toy or with my fingers, he filled me up without a problem. I reach up for him and his harsh sexy Gaze softened as he leaned down to my touch, I wrap my arms around him as he lets my leg fall and in instinct they wrap around his hips.

He starts to thrust his breath hitting my ear as my walls closed around him. I burying my face into his neck giving him hickeys causing him to pick up the pace, his shirt lifting up with each thrust.

Suguru then starts to push into me harder causing me to throw my head back against the couch my eyes rolling back “fuck fuck fuck!~” I cry out clawing at his arms as he fucked me mercilessly.

I gasp once more before he kisses me sloppily capturing the breath I tried to let out, I whine in his mouth as our tongues move messily against eachother. He pulls back panting against my lips as he moved his hips perfectly into my spot receiving slutty moans and mind fucked words to pool out of my mouth.

“Please please! Deeper Su! De-ah!~” my mind faded and any thoughts left as he pounded harder and deeper into me causing me to squeal and clench tightly around him.

“Calm down my pretty baby..~ I’m sure you can take it..” he whispered his hips not slowing down a bit, I in fact could not take it.

I tap his chest repeatedly as my mouth hung open reaching my climax already my body shivering as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, “thaaat’s it pretty girl~ you don’t mind cumming again do you..?~” he cooed still thrusting nonstop into my contracting cunt.

I turn my head so he couldn’t see the lewd expression that was plastered on my face, but Suguru simply grabbed my chin and turned my head me being met with the same lewd expression, his long hair falling off of his shoulders slowly as he rolled his hips into me roughly. “Don’t hide from me..I wanna see that pretty face of yours each time you cum..is that okay? Can you do that for me baby? Just look at me..” he whispered pushing his thumb into my mouth.

Without second thought I wrap my lips around his thumb quickly to quiet myself feeling myself quickly come to my climax again, as Geto grit his teeth, I could tell he was close too.

I shiver as he pulls his finger out of my mouth holding me closer to his heaving chest, I moan loudly into his chest before I finally feel him twitch inside of me and let out his load into me hearing him let out a shaky sigh and a couple of curse words.

“Fuck baby..~” he whispered slowly pulling out of me watching it then pool out of me with a small smile as he brushed his thumb across my cheek whipping away the tear.

“Shit..” I pant out looking at my Apple Watch, “I have to shower..” I announced looking up at him, Causing us both to burst out into tired laughter.

“So what dress are you going to wear?” He asks lifting me off the couch making his way to the bathroom with me.

“I think I’ve decided to go with the Royal blue..” I whisper nuzzling into his chest, he then shoots me another satisfied smile as he closes the door to the bathroom.

I love making him happy.

Toji

Don’t entertain them.

Flash flash flash.

Every damn second of today I’ve had a camera flashing in my face, and of course Toji witnessed the uncomfortable look I had on my face, we left early because, Toji punched a male paparazzi in the face blacking his eye.

And of course the whole ride home he’s said “it’s not my fault, he was getting too close.” While staring out of the window not making eye contact, I’m guessing.

He was mad at me too.

Once we stepped into the house that’s when the silent game really started while I slammed my purse on the table walking to take this stupid dress off.

Being an actress in this time and day was hard, no one really accepted pure acting skills. It took me for what seemed like forever to gain the fame I have now, and the only thing in my mind was that everything that was starting to slowly go up, was quickly going down.

As if life had it’s own gravitational pull.

Toji puts his hands in his pocket resting his shoulder against the wall as he watched me try to take off the dress, my face red and flustered I was pissed.

“So you aren’t going to talk about what happened..” “I’m sure that’s all people are talking about.” I snap ripping the zipper off of the dress growling in annoyance.

Toji’s gaze hardened “maybe if you didn’t go dressed like that,” “I can go wherever I want dressed however I please.” I say getting out of the dress.

He follows me grabbing my wrist, I try to pull away but he flips me and slams my back against the wall, “then it will be more situations like this! That fucking perv was trying to take a picture under your dress.” He said my eyes not leaving him, as I stared in horror.

Toji looked down at me with a “I told you so” kind of look, and I hated when he looked at me like that, it made me feel so small.

Past tense

“I don’t know how supportive I am of this” he said his arms crossed watching me get ready, I look away from my mirror and eyeliner glaring at him, all week he’s been doing this shit. “Somethings wrong with your eyes.” He said, my glare reflecting from him.

“It isn’t..but why can’t you just support me..” I say looking back into the mirror. He sighs “that isn’t it..” he admits his head held down a bit before looking back up at me.

“Then..?” “I don’t support the creepy men you attract. The instagram comments say enough about that doesn’t it..?” He said causing me to look at him.

Lately I have been receiving both Great but mostly pervy comments and a lot of even creeper dms. I understood his concern. “But..” he starts “I support you, you’re doing something you love and I will never not support you or step in your way. But I will always be protective of you..” he said rubbing the back of his neck “I can’t help that..I refuse to let anything happen to you.” He said looking down at the ground chuckling a bit.

I smile looking at him, “I know..that’s why I’m never afraid Toji..I’m the same way with you,” “but you aren’t the same as me..” he said walking over to me rubbing my back as we both gazed in the mirror.

“I don’t just want to fight for you, I need you to know that I’ll kill for you too..that being said, I don’t support this dress, it’s too much skin and it’s calling for creeps to come..” he said, I tilt my head looking up at him, “but it’s okay mama..I trust and support you no matter what, you’ve got a personal body guard..” he whispered kissing me softly.

He always made my heart flutter.

Now.

I push past him, I hated knowing he was right even the slightest, sure call me immature but it felt like he was always right.

He grabs my wrist pulling back, “[Name] this shit is serious! Did you forget what I told you?” He said his cold gaze locked on me, “no, but this could ruin my reputation!” “Getting pictures leaked of your underwear could too..” he said his hands sliding up my bare arms.

“Please calm down, I’m sorry for ruining your day..I mean that..” he brushed my hair out my eyes with his bruised hand, kissing my forehead.

Of course I melted.

At that moment I didn’t care about my reputation, I ended up feeling bad for not seeing it in his point of view, I simply didn’t care to until now, “are you calm..?” He asks to which I nod grabbing his hand turning it over to inspect it. “Are you in any pain..?”

But he simply shrugs it off, “my adrenaline is still pumping I can’t..feel anything right now” I look up at him before walking past him, this whole day was a mess, my mind everywhere. As I wander over to kitchen.

Toji watches me, “[name]?” he calls walking up to me stopping me holding me from behind, his large figure pressed up against mine and instantly warmed me up, he calmed me down, but now that he did I couldn’t help the feeling of dread, “the last time you were this quiet you scared the shit out of me…” he says softly holding my waist.

“Can you do my a favor..” I ask turning to look up at him, his eyes softening, “of course mama..what is it?” He asked, “distract me..” I say softly causing the room to get quiet.

He walked so he was in front of me lifting my head with his palm on my cheek, “are you sure..?~” he said his gaze never leaving my eyes, I hum wrapping my arms around his neck, “please..” I beg before he instantly picks me up taking me to the room, the blanket falling.

It has actually been days since Toji touched me, or made love to me, or fuck the slut out of me..how ever you want to put it, it hasn’t happened in a while, me so focused on the shoot and him focused on the kids and work, we barely had time alone unless it was sleeping.

But now I was eager, I wanted this man to blow off whatever steam he had left and then some, Toji was the only one who could restrict my walking.

I groan needily as we make out, Toji placing me on the dresser after knocking everything off. He swirled his tongue around mine holding my head steady with his hand rested on my cheek.

I wrap my legs around him, unsnapping my bra quickly pushing myself up to feel how hard he was, his lips part of mine and start attacking at my neck with soft kisses and pecks, I focus my attention to his pants my fingers guiding over the obvious lump in his pants, I shivered at the thought that, he wanted me too..

I really wanted him in my mouth the need became so strong that my mouth started to water, “Toji..~” I breathed out not even realizing that his whole hand was between my thighs rubbing my pussy through the cloth, my panties getting drenched in the action.

I open my legs a bit biting hard on my lip as he stared down at me his scar on his lip turning up right as he smirked, his thumb pressed softly against my body that called for him.

Toji lifted my body pulling off my panties my ass smacking back down on the dresser, I shivered at the cold gaze he peered down at me with.

And without warning he pushed the tip of his thumb into me causing me to jump shivering out a moan, “deeper..~” grabbing his wrist forcing his thumb deeper into me, I sigh out staring into his eyes as I rode his thumb.

Toji bit on his lip sliding his tongue across my open lips, I whine wasting no time to suck on his tongue wishing it was something else, and he could tell the way I gazed up at him after pulling off his tongue.

But I could tell that set off something in him, he pull back his finger quickly leaving me before he picked me up setting me on his lap as he sat on the love seat, his hands tracing my thighs.

“Your mouths watering..isn’t it?~ you’re excited for something..”I look him in his eyes sliding from his lap to the floor. “So come on, I’ll give you what your body’s begging for..~” his taunts made me even more eager without a problem.

Finally I slide my hand up to his thighs whining “then why are these still on..” he chuckles before standing pulling down his sweats along with his boxers and just like that his cock sprung out the tip softly touching my nose.

“Why is your mouth still closed..?~” he cooed out causing my entire Body to heat up as I open my mouth pushing my tongue out looking up at him, but without warning Toji pushed his dick deep into my throat causing me to gag instantly.

He pulls back looking down at me with a grin before he bit his lip as I wrapped my lips around his cock bobbing my head not being able to take the slowness.

Toji lets out a soft groan his large veiny hands clamped tightly on my pony tail as he began to ease himself into my mouth before he breathed out “put your hands behind your back..” and in submission I did so.

“Keep them there..” he whispered his hands tangled in my hair as he thrusted into my throat not giving me a chance to catch my breath.

My eyes rolling back at the mere pleasure I felt knowing he was using me to make himself feel good could make me cum right here.

He lets out a hushed breath pulling his cock from the back of my throat my chest heaving as I let out a breath my hands falling to my sides.

He looks down at me with an enthralling expression “fuck you look like a mess right now..~” he said with a sly smirk, I swallow letting out a sigh of desire, “cmon pretty girl stand for me..” he asked and without thinking I stand up just for him to push me into the love seat my arms rested in the cushions my ass in the air.

He roughly slapped my ass pulling my hips over to him receiving a hushed moan from me, he teased my entrance before without warning pushing himself deeply into me.

I squeal covering my mouth with one hand but he grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm behind my back slamming into me my head falling Into the leather seat.

“Toji!~” I moan out as he pinned my arm behind my back his cock slamming in and out of me as he rolled his hips at a quick pace and I loved it.

“I told you not to go out looking like that..now you have to accept your punishment..~ stop squirming..” he held my hips still thrusting into me shifting his thrust to find and hit my spot, and of course he found it.

I whine my eyes rolling back at how good this whole situation felt, the sounds of our skin slamming against each other caused my face to get red God forbid anybody could hear us.

Suddenly he pulls out flipping me on my back before he spread my legs pushing himself back into me causing me to shiver out a pent up moan reaching out for him and he chuckles, his hips rolling as he leaned into my touch, sure I could take being fucked like a slut, but I felt so much better when it was passionate.

I wrap my arms and legs around him as he pounded into my clit causing my legs to shake uncontrollably the knot in my stomach bursting without warning, “fuck! I’m cumming!~” I moan out giving a late warning.

Toji continued to thrust leaning his forehead on mine to share one more sloppy kiss his hips picking up speed before I hear him groan out “shit..~” he lifted pulling out and instantly his cum painted my stomach as he bared a fang.

I shiver feeling his warm liquid hit my stomach, then we sat there panting.

“You learn your lesson..?” He said with a small smirk causing me to giggle. “Actually I dunno, can you run that by me again?~” I ask causing him to shake his head roughly pulling me over by my legs.

As long as he’s fucking me like that? I’ll never learn.

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jongsie · 4 months

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DISTANCE — G. SUGURU

🎧 synopsis — Geto is upset because you won't be there to celebrate your 4th anniversary with him.

🎧 au — actor! geto x gn! reader |🎧 ft — fluff!! a little bit of angst if you squint your eyes, and long distance relationship | 🎧 cw — geto calls reader baby, that's it though I think | 🎧 wc — 1194

🎧 raven's note — Look. I know Gojo won that poll... but I wanted to post for Geto. also going through a bit of a writer's block atm so this isn't the best 😞

The actors moved quickly on the set, getting to the correct positions before speaking their lines. But something was amiss, Geto didn’t seem as enthusiastic as usual. Everyone on set could tell his mind was focusing elsewhere and not on acting.

“Go talk to him,” Shoko nudged Gojo’s side.

“No,” Gojo said, “I said hi to him this morning and he gave me the nastiest side eye.”

“I would too if I had to see your face in the morning,” Shoko replied, earning a dramatic and loud gasp from the man beside her. “What could he be thinking about?”

The two of them watched as Geto sat on the chair placed near a camera. He was scrolling through his phone, a small smile spreading onto his face before it was replaced by a look of sadness and longing once again.

Shoko and Gojo tilted their heads at the same time. Trying to guess what could be troubling their dear friend.

“You both are idiots,” came Nanami’s voice from behind them. Both of them whipped around with a scandalized look on their faces.

“I am not!” they both exclaimed. It was kind of scary how in sync they were.

Nanami only moved to stand next to them. “It’s nearly Y/n and Suguru’s anniversary. He’s upset since she won’t be here because of her university.”

It felt like a light bulb appeared on top of their heads; everything fell into place.

You and Geto had been together for nearly four years, and your anniversary was in five days – this Friday to be exact. Usually it would be spent together, but because the university you went to was overseas the two of you hadn’t seen each other for a while.

It also meant because of the situation there was a high chance that your anniversary would be spent apart.

“Hey I know what we can do!” Gojo exclaimed suddenly, making Shoko and Nanami look at him with their eyebrows raised.

— ☆

“And cut!” The director’s voice sounded throughout the set. Maki and Nobara relaxed their forms at his voice. The latter rushed to go hug the former complimenting her on how cool she looked.

“Geto and Mahito we’re gonna do your scene next so ready up,” he said, turning to face them. The two nodded their heads before moving to see the stylists in case anything needed fixing up.

Today was Friday and Geto was especially glum. More glum than he had been all week. He hadn’t even had the chance to hear his girlfriend’s voice over the phone yet either. Sure, the two of you did text each other, but it wasn’t the same.

Even if you had called, it still would’ve been different because you weren’t here with him.

Geto knew the consequences to having a long distance relationship, both of you did. But the both of you also knew that you loved each other too much not to try it out. So you did and it worked out pretty well most of the time.

Even if there were moments when all you wished for was to be in the arms of each other, to fall asleep next to one another, to feel your partner there physically, and when every once in a while an argument happened, to make up face-to-face.

But sometimes you have to give up something to get something else. In this case it was being close to one another.

The sound of the director’s voice broke though his thoughts as he nodded before walking to get into position. Just before the scene started he saw Gojo running to get somewhere.

— ☆

You put the mask on your face before taking a deep breath. “Okay how do I look?” you asked, turning to face him.

He fixed the cap on your head before nodding at you. “Perfect, let's go inside.”

When you didn’t budge from your spot Satoru put his hand on your head giving it a pat. “Relax, it's going to be fine.”

“I know,” you said. And you did. But still that didn’t mean that you weren’t nervous, it had been months since you saw Suguru in real life. Plus he didn’t know you were coming over because it was a surprise and maybe just maybe a little part of you was anxious about how he’d react.

You hoped he would be happy.

“Let’s go,” you said, beforing making your way to the door and twisting the handle to open it. Gojo followed behind closely, eager to see his best friend’s reaction.

You walked closer and closer to where Geto was recording, the mask and cap hiding your identity in case any one noticed you. Finally you and your boyfriend’s best friend stopped a few meters away from the set.

Your eyes roaming around Geto’s figure as he did his job. The urge to run to him and hold him was so strong but you held yourself back not wanting to ruin anything.

You watched as Mahito said his lines and before Geto could reply to him he looked into your eyes.

It felt like everything had slowed down as you watched your boyfriend run towards your direction. Everyone looked at him confused, cameras that were recording capturing everything on them.

Stopping just a few centimeters before you Geto whispered your name.

“Hi Suguru,” you said, and that was all it took for him to pull you into his arms.

Butterflies raised a storm in your stomach from how hard they were fluttering, you melted into the hug leaning all your bodyweight onto Geto. His head rested on top of yours which was in the crook of his neck.

“I missed you so much,” you mumbled out, arms tightening around his waist.

“I missed you too baby,” he said, before pressing a soft kiss on your head.

Everything felt so peaceful at the moment.

But Gojo Satoru just had to open his mouth. “Ew couples.”

“Not our fault you have commitment issues Toru,” you said, sticking out your tongue at him.

Geto let out a laugh at your response. His heart felt much lighter than it had all week. You were with him and that’s more than he could’ve asked for.

— ☆

Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji were hunched over looking at Nobara's laptop as she scrolled. Every few seconds they would stop to read something before a sound of amusement left them.

“What’re you three laughing at?” you asked, trying to take a peak. Geto stood to your left, his arm around your waist as he also tried to look.

“Here,” Nobara said, before holding up the laptop for you. Taking the device from her hands you click on the video that was displayed.

It was a video of Geto running to you on the day you had decided to surprise him. As you scrolled down the comments and retweets under the video made you let out giggles of your own.

“Who uploaded this?” Suguru asked curiously even though he had a person in mind.

“It was Gojo,” came Shoko’s voice from behind. And that was all the confirmation he needed before running to hunt down his best friend.

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impishjesters · 4 months

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Touch-starved Moon

CW// non-sexual touching, teasing, no actual sexual content notes: Sun and Moon are separate animatronics, not mentioned but implied that the reader is already dating the boys A/N: I don't know what to call this, a preview? Snippet? Drabble? Either way, late last night I got on the topic of touch-starved Moon with my friend, which led to me typing up bits at a time to send them. They were my magical muse because I've been having writer's block, so I just find it funny that I wrote up a bunch via Discord messages versus my usual setup...and on my phone of all things. Maybe I'll do this more to try and get out of my writer's block, definitely seems to be doing a better job than forcing myself to write shit up. But yeah, since this was written up on my phone I've gone through and fixed all my 2 am sleepy typos and grammar mistakes, obviously this isn't finished. Again why I said I don't really know how to label it. Maybe with enough interest, I could pick it up and flesh it out a bit more. But it wasn't intended to be this long, just like the first bit then a jump to the reader touching and over-stimming Moon and junk 💀

“Hm, Moonie?” Your hand drifted down his chest plate before giving the elastic of his pants a quick snap.

Moon hummed, gaze still locked on your face. “Yes, star?”

“What did I just say?”

“What?”

“Oh my, Moonpie were you distracted?”

“I was listening.” he hissed. Moon’s chest plate rumbled with annoyance but grew warm under your touch.

“Mhm, and what was I saying?”

Moon froze and sent your hand a glance, watching as your fingers walked their way down his stomach. “D-daycare..”

“Daycare? Mm, that’s a pretty broad topic.”

“Cleaning..” he cleared his throat. “Cleaning the daycare..”

“Moonie… It’s morning, the daycare is already clean.”

Shit.

“Seems like someone hasn’t fully booted up. I’ll overlook it this time, try not to get distracted with the kiddos, okay?”

Moon forced himself not to chase your hand as it left him, forcing out a grunt in agreement.

“Well,” you stretched and turned to look out into the daycare. “I’m gonna go find Sunny and ask him for his thoughts on what I said.”

He flinched. Did you ask him for his thoughts on something? For the daycare? Moon held back a whimper as you left, crimson eyes trailing the hand you used to touch him, now being used to wave Sun down. The same hand used to touch him now rested against Sun, and it made his chest ache and stomach churn.

Why did you stop touching him?

The rest of the morning was spent with the feeling of eyes on you. Every curious glance resulted in catching Moon’s gaze on you instead of the children he was supposed to be tending to. And without fail, every time he was caught he’d look away and find a way to excuse himself to a different place in the daycare.

By nap time the staring didn’t let up, even Sun had commented, questioning why Moon was so out of it and staring at you.

Moon silently stewed in his emotions, irritated at every touch between you and Sun. You’d yet to touch him again, in fact, you’d gone out of your way to avoid touching him.

During lunchtime, you’d made sure to avoid his touch while handing out the lunch trays, only to touch Sun’s by “accident”.

What made Sun so special? Was it because he’d spaced out earlier? Were you upset? Oh, what he wouldn’t give to be in Sun’s place right now.

Should he apologize? If he was going to he needed to think fast, you’d turn away from Sun and were headed straight for…him?

“Hey Moonpie.” You whispered, careful of the sleeping children, and sat beside him on the floor keeping a decent distance between the two of you. “Feeling better?”

Moon’s voice box rumbled. “Peachy.” Despite the darkness, he could see the gap between the two of you clear as day. Normally you’d sit on his lap with him during nap time while Sun took to doing a mid-day clean up.

“Is that so? I’m glad.”

The glow-in-the-dark stars of the nap room alongside Moon’s dimly lit eyes gave you just enough lighting to see the gap between you two. His leg twitched and you took to distracting yourself to look at a nearby napping child—time to see how the event from this morning would unfold.

The two of you sat in silence aside from the music box playing away in Moon’s chest. Careful to keep your eyes elsewhere, you’d occasionally catch the gap between the two of you growing smaller and smaller.

“What do you think of a sleepover tonight?”

Moon flinched, pausing mid-movement to process the question. “Sleepover? Tonight?”

“Mhm, I talked it out with Sun. Use the theater room and get pillows and blankets to cuddle up together.”

Harsh red lights lit up your face, nearly blinding you and risking waking the children. You slapped a hand over his eyes and they instantly dimmed. Well, that’s new.

You’d c-cuddle them? Of course, you’d done that before but that was…well before his current predicament. No, wait focus.

Your hand lingers on his eyes despite the light dimming, watching those tiny pinprick pupils stare at your hand. Oh right, it probably doesn’t feel great having someone’s hand on your eyes.

Before your hand can fully pull away and lose all contact Moon grabs it, shifting it to his cheek instead. It’s at that moment you feel his leg touch yours…he closed the gap you’d intentionally placed between the two of you.

Such a touchy little Moonpie.

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #five nights at freddy's #fnaf dca #moon fnaf #moondrop fnaf #moon x reader #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant x reader #sun fnaf #sundrop fnaf #sun x reader

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urwifebabes · 1 month

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A/N: hi! it’s me again, please like and request! nothing is too much or too crazy and I mean ANYTHING. I love ya, sweets, have a good day.

“Heretics.”

Relationships: catnap x player!reader x Dogday 🔞

Warnings: degradation and smut

you had just found Dogday and he begged you to leave him but you couldn’t.. how could you leave someone you loved so dearly in the past? it broke your heart to see your pretty boy all torn and tortured. before the mini critters could come, you shot the fire bullets(?) in the holes while you unchained him.

As soon as he fell on the ground, you were quick to pick him up and head down the tunnels. the critters were after you both and you ended up falling on your face through a tunnel and Dogday picked up your slack. using his hands, he ran away. when you two got to the escape point, you both worked together so you both could get across, leaving the cute but ruthless critters on the other side.

Dogday let out a whimper before you could finish. you were fixing him up. making sure to be extra sweet to everything you touched, only being firm when you absolutely needed to. in no time, he was up and happy, his tail already wagging excitedly. you smiled, happy that your joyful boy was back to himself or atleast a little. his voice.. it was..sexier now? the way he called you Angel had your head reeling.

catnap watched you fix Dogday up from the shadows. he allowed you to do that, he didn’t accept it but maybe he can convince you two that you need to follow his lord and savior, the prototype.

a little later during the game when you two took a little rest and sat down, catnap had came abit closer to hear everything you both said. “I missed you, Angel, so much..” Dogday said as your hand caressed his face (he had been leaning down.) you softly nodded, understandingly. a sudden rush came to you as you kissed Dogday, your mouths fighting for dominance as the kissed deepened progressively.

before long, Dogday had you almost completely naked, before a figure stepped out the shadows. Dogday instantly went to cover your body to shield you away from the prying eyes. but catnap had already seen what he wanted, no needed.

Catnap had kissed Dogday. Dogday tried to fight back but he melted. and before long, the two were making out right in front of you. your pretty pussy was slick at the sight. you couldn’t help feeling a little needy. you had shifted your weight and made a slight sound, Catnap instantly putting Dogday in position.

Catnap had ripped your clothes right off your body, having no other thought than have you and Dogday yearning for his lengthy cock. catnaps tail had already been fucking into dogdays puffy and wet hole. letting you listen to Dogdays panty groans and the little moans he let out as you listened and attempted to praise him.

“you see this? you see how easy I make you two fold, you heretics? stop trying to play hero and come with me.”

Catnap said sternly as he thrusted his cock into you, harshly. you let out a loud scream that you predicted almost all the toys could hear in the factory. catnap fucked you like he was the dog. ruthless and brutal, thinking about his own pleasure. you moaned out and opened your eyes, watching Dogday getting fucking into the floor by catnaps long tail which only heightened your hormones. “awh, lil bitch gets wet off seeing puppy fucked, hm?”

You could only moan and cry out each time his hips slammed onto your behind. before long, catnap had you both cumming with a loud scream. he chuckled as he fixed himself before he walked back in the shadows. you both knew he wasn’t really gone. he was never really gone so you both felt content in passing out right then and there.

A/N: hi! I made this for @2faced-fairy since they have writers block and a lot of requests.. I hope you guys enjoyed!

#smiling critters x reader #dogday x reader x catnap #x reader #reader insert #dogday #catnap #smiling critters #smiling friends #smut #use me however you want #want him #mine

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whateveriwant · 8 months

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The Scenic Route

Modern/Non-Military AU

Summary: You, your boyfriend, and his best friend go on a road trip together. One night, when his friend's asleep in the backseat, you and your boyfriend get up to trouble in the front.

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Word Count: ~1.0k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (fingering, vaginal sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism – both include an unknowing/unconsenting party)

A/N: Hello! This scenario actually came to me in a dream lol. I'm sorry I haven't posted much as of late, but I've been trying to get over a nasty bout of writer's block recently. This drabble is the first thing I've been able to finish in months, so as always, I hope you all enjoy! :)

Just imagine it: you, your boyfriend, and his best friend are on a cross-country road trip for the summer. After miles and miles traversing winding roads and visiting quaint, historic towns, what started out as a fun adventure has become… mmm, less so. Because the days, maybe weeks, stuck together in a metal box with wheels has left you feeling a little… frustrated, if you know what I mean.

It's no one's fault, really. That's just the nature of extensive group traveling. But your poor boyfriend's friend, bless his heart, has really received the brunt of your ire.

Though it's not technically his fault you're all pent up, you can't help but feel a sort of unjust bitterness towards him. It's just that all the times you and Simon have tried to sneak away for a little 'alone' time, his friend was always hot on your trails, interrupting whatever tryst you two were trying to engage in.

So now, well over a week into your trip, Simon can tell you're about to explode. Trust him, he feels the same way as you, so at the first opportunity he sees, he takes it.

One night, when his best friend is fast asleep in the backseat of the car, Simon suddenly pulls over on a stretch of deserted highway. You think he's stopping because maybe there's something wrong with the vehicle, but then he's leaning over the center console, pressing his lips urgently to yours.

Immediately, you startle and try to push him back. "What are you—?"

"Shh," he hushes softly. "It's alright. He's asleep." He points his chin towards the snoring passenger.

And though a quick peek for yourself confirms Simon's words, that doesn't stop the concern from rising within you, especially as he undoes both your seatbelts. Even if his friend is dead asleep, he's still sitting just a few feet away in full view of everything. The proximity as well as possibility of him waking has you flooded with anxiety, and with your eyes locked on the sleeping figure, you try to protest your boyfriend, whose lips gently suck the hinge of your jaw.

"He could—"

But then Simon's big hand is down the front of your pants, swirling quick, tight circles around your neglected clit. You choke on a moan as he presses his fingertips hard against you, grabbing his collar when he dips lower, smearing them through your slick.

It feels so good yet so wrong all at the same time. But despite the guilt weighing on your conscience, ultimately, you can't help but be swept up in the moment.

Gaze still fixed on the man in the backseat, you let your boyfriend play with you however he wills. You twitch and groan, trying to keep your noises to a minimum, but it's difficult with how terribly brilliant he is at this.

He's smirking, the bastard, as he takes you apart right there on the side of the road. And when he stuffs you full with two fingers, causing your voice to suddenly pique, Simon urges with a low purr in your ear, "Shhhhhh... Don't wanna wake him, do you?"

~OR ALTERNATIVELY~

Simon, feeling like the third wheel on you and your boyfriend's road trip. Even though this trip had been planned for months and even though you two try to include him in everything, he can't shake that feeling of a deep tension directed towards him, from you in particular.

While you're not outwardly hostile to Simon, it's the little things he's picked up on. Like how multiple times he's caught you staring at him in the rearview mirror, or whenever he's accidentally brushed against you, you've reared back and caressed the spot like you'd just been burned.

And he gets it; he's not the most convivial of traveling companions. A few weeks crammed together can strain even the best of relationships, and especially so when you two weren't particularly close to begin with.

So imagine Simon's confusion when one night he's awoken by the gentle sway of the car rocking back and forth. At first, he thinks it's just the normal movements of a vehicle in drive. But then he hears something – the unmistakable sound of a woman's breathy moan – and his senses are suddenly on high alert.

With the motion of the cabin around him and the crude noises in his ears, it seems obvious what the two of you are getting up to. But they wouldn't, would they? Not when he's sitting right here.

Peeking one eye open, Simon's suspicions are confirmed as he sees you straddling your boyfriend in the driver's seat. Your arms are wound around the headrest, your face twisted up in pleasure, and Simon can just make out the naked skin of your hip as you bounce in his best friend's lap.

The sight is such a shock to the system that Simon's first instinct is to freeze, both lids flying open without thought. You two must've noticed him asleep and taken a chance to steal a quick moment together, and now he's an intruding third party who's become witness to something he was never meant to see.

Realizing what he's doing, he's about to feign sleep and pretend like nothing happened tomorrow. But before he can act, your eyes suddenly connect with his, and he finds he's hopelessly rooted to his spot.

Are you about to scream? About to cry out and call him a pervert?

So many possibilities run through Simon's mind, but what actually unfurls is even more surprising than anything he could've predicted.

Rather than being angry or shocked to see him peeping, you seem almost… amused. Aroused, if he didn't know better.

Keeping your gaze locked with Simon's, you flash a pleased, little smile, and continue eagerly fucking yourself on his best friend's cock. You toss your head back, grope your chest through your shirt, really put on a show for the man in the back all while the one in the front remains completely unaware.

And Simon, for his part, can't look away from the scene. Whether it's out of confusion or sheer curiosity, he watches on, keeping his eyes firmly glued to your figure.

Will either of you mention this come tomorrow morning? It's hard to say in the moment. But for now, as he's kept rapt by your performance, Simon's content to sit back and let this road lead him where it may.

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A/N: I'd love to know what you thought! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley fanfiction #simon riley fanfic #cod x reader #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #female reader

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cuubism · 15 days

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I wanna know about Michaelangelo's hands 🥺🥺

ohhh, one I was actually working on today 🥹 it's only been in progress since October 2022 XD but it's a slowburn after episode 6 exploring Dream's difficulties with rebuilding the Dreaming, because I felt dissatisfied with how the Dreaming just sort of got fixed off screen in the show. It's kind of about writer's/artist's block, and overly-identifying with your work, and Dream confronting his relationship with creating, and learning how to take a break, maybe.

“You would try to console me, when it was you who had the nightmare?” said Dream, as Hob went into the kitchen. “The nightmare was about you, so yeah.” “I see.” Dream was quiet while Hob put together the tea. Then he said, “What do you fear for me, then?” Hob passed him his mug, sat down on the couch beside him. He took a sip, then sighed, trying to work through the wording of it. “You hurting yourself,” he admitted. “Intentionally. Incidentally. Any way it might happen. Hearing you talk about how hard it’s been to create recently… that gap between expectation and reality, that can really wound, you know? Especially if you don’t give yourself grace. Which I suspect you don’t.” Dream took a slow sip of his tea, then said, “Grace is for those with room for error.” “Grace is for you because I say so,” Hob said. Dream seemed startled by this response. “Because you say so?” he repeated, at length. “Yes,” Hob said, with determination. He hadn’t let death stop him, and he didn’t intend to let Dream’s rules stop him either. “I’ll give you grace, if you won’t give it to yourself.” Slowly, Dream leaned over, and rested his head on Hob’s shoulder. Hob’s breath caught. He carefully put down his tea. Wrapped a hesitant arm around Dream’s shoulders. Ran his fingers through his hair. Grace. Such an easy thing for Hob to give, and such a hard thing for Dream to accept. “I do not know that I can give you what you are seeking,” said Dream quietly. Hob could just feel his breath over his skin. He made a questioning noise, not understanding Dream’s words, and Dream elaborated, a hush of breath: “Love.” “Oh.” Hob was still for a moment, because wasn’t this love? Dream close to him, and coming back to him? “No, darling, that’s not what I meant.” It could be, he’d love if it was, but— “I don’t have expectations of you. I just wanted you to know that I care for you. That’s all.” “Ah,” said Dream. He seemed to think for a while. “It is not that I… couldn’t,” he said at last, with some grief, and Hob’s breath caught, a sudden lurching what if lodging there. “It is that I have not succeeded in the past, and I do not expect that to change. Especially now.” “I understand,” Hob said. You could try, he thought. It doesn’t have to be the way you’re thinking. It doesn’t have to be in the form that you failed at. Hob didn’t like to be a grumbling “kids these days” type of old person, but he did sometimes feel that people nowadays put too many boxes around it. Hob loved him the way a knight knelt before his king, the way too long-parted friends would kiss, the way lovers drew each other to bed and the way he might tempt a starving animal in from the cold; he would have Dream visit his pub once a century or live with him forever, whichever suited him. If the type of commitment that Dream had tried and failed at in the past could not work for him, then they would do it a different way. “I think,” said Dream slowly, “that you understand me quite well, indeed.” “Oh, I wouldn’t dare,” said Hob, which brought a half-smile twitch to Dream’s lips, Hob felt it against his skin. “But I think, perhaps, that we’re hardly strangers anymore, you and I.”

#another longgg snippet #god this thing will need so much editing #michelangelo's hands #my writing #ask #thestarscanalwayslookatus #thank you! :)

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homeslices · 1 year

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I’m Sorry

A/N: Guess who’s backkk. Sorry for taking so long again, school has been stressing me out. Also my newest hyperfixation is The Last of Us (naturally) and so I’ve decided I want to write for it tooooo. I am still writing for Alice in Borderland but writer's block kinda hit me with that (I’ll be up and writing for it soon and I have all of your requests already in mind). I realized there was very little Ellie x a maternal figure fics and decided I needed to change that.

Summary: A little pre-apocalypse the rest post-apocalypse, you comfort Ellie when she has a nightmare. Ellie may be a little ooc but I tried my best.

Pairings: platonic!Ellie Williams x motherfigure!reader, Joel Miller x wife!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Spoilers for season 1, mention of Sarah’s death, David, mentions of attempted SA

You have always wanted children, wanted to be a mother.

And you got that chance once before in what feels like another life.

You’re step-daughter Sarah, who you helped raise and thought of as your own, was the light of your life.

You, having recently moved to a new neighborhood, couldn’t help notice your neighbor struggling to take care of his baby daughter by himself. You could tell he was running on little to no sleep and when he about had a fit trying, and ultimately failing, to put in a car seat into the back of his truck you finally stepped in and helped him.

All of the pieces soon fell together afterward. You helped him when he needed it, babysitting Sarah when he was about to collapse from sleep deprivation, teaching him how to put in a car seat correctly, and bringing over dinner when you could tell he had a long day at work. Similarly, Joel also lent you a hand when needed as well. Fixing your car when it wouldn’t turn on, helping repair your new house, and also listing that same house when you fell in love and moved into his home with his daughter. That same daughter whose second word was mama- dada obviously being the first.

The day that Joel proposed to you was the same day that Sarah asked you to be her mom officially, by adopting her. Your wedding was when you all decided to sign the adoption papers, and you legally became not only a wife, but a mom as well.

Life was blissful. You had the family you always wanted and were the happiest you could ever be.

But then the world ended, literally.

The day of the apocalypse officially starting, was the same day that a piece of you died inside.

Your daughter died in Joel and your arms that night terrified, calling out for you and her father to make the pain stop.

It changed the both of you.

The person that brought you both together, was now gone, and all that you could do now was hold on to each other.

So when your friend Tess, your husband and you went to see Robert about the car battery, you were also roped into smuggling a young girl to another firefly base across the country.

You tried to keep her at an arm's length. Ellie reminded you so much of your Sarah, the humor, the attitude, the persistence, and you didn’t know if you got close to her and she suffered the same fate as your daughter, that you would be able to recover again.

But somehow, Ellie wormed her way into your heart, and there was no going back now. You love that girl, just as you love Sarah, and the maternal urge to protect her from any harm overwhelmed you.

So when you found out that you weren’t able to protect her from a twisted individual that wanted to do something worse than kill Ellie, it made you see something more violent than red. You could’ve burned the world down with your rage, and honestly you still could.

You blamed yourself in all honesty. Because both Joel and you were injured, Ellie wanted to protect the pair of you. In doing so she got captured and not knowing where she was, you and Joel found her only after she walked out of a burning building, covered in that monster’s blood.

As you take watch a few weeks later, your attention snaps over to Ellie as she mumbles in her sleep. You’ve been more hyperfocused on her ever since him, making a promise to both her, and yourself, that you’d never let anything like that happen again.

With a sign, you return your attention to the darkness surrounding you and the people you care about. Joel was sleeping next to you, still recovering from his injury, and Ellie was on the other side, moving and muttering every once and a while.

However, the sudden jerk of Ellie and the distressed scream she let out in her sleep immediately made you jump in surprise and scramble towards her.

Her eyes were screwed shut, eyebrows were furrowed, and her breaths were coming out in hard pants. She was terrified, you could tell, and the second her mouth parts again to let out another petrified cry you firmly, but gently, try to shake her awake.

“Ellie,” you say in a low tone. “Wake up, it’s just a dream.”

Her eyes immediately fly open, and out of fear and what seemed to be the cloud of sleep plus the threat of her nightmare still hanging over her, she flips open her knife that she recently started to sleep with and slashes it blindly towards your hand.

Realizing your mistake, you quickly pull your arm away, but not before a gash forms on your hand drawing a hiss from you.

Ellie’s eyes were no longer affected by sleep and panic, but now were filled with horror at her actions.

“I-” she chokes. “I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-”

You cut off her apologizes with a gentle hush.

“Ellie it’s okay, it was an accident.”

Moving slowly, like you would with a wounded animal, you gently remove the knife from her grip, then hold her hands in your own- albeit after you wiped the blood from your hand on your pants.

“Are you alright?” You ask, scooting closer to her not in a hovering manner but more so she knows you’re there mentally, emotionally, and physically.

“I’m the one who should be asking you that. I hurt you, almost stabbed you! What kind of sick-”

You interrupt the young girl off once again.

“Ellie it was my fault I shouldn’t have woken you up like that.”

She doesn’t reply to that, instead her eyes were focused on your still bleeding hand.

“It’s not bad at all, just a flesh wound,” you try to comfort her. “Doesn’t even need stitches.”

Ellie looks away from you, however, you could hear her mumble, “but it could’ve been,” in reply to your first statement.

Raising your uninjured hand, making sure it’s in Ellie’s line of sight so she doesn’t get startled, you comfortingly rub her arm. Her body seems to relax from her tense state slightly, shoulders drooping as proof.

“I’m sorry,” she says once again, voice small and eyes glassy.

Ellie was emotionally stubborn, similar to your husband, and seeing her like this broke you. You have only seen the girl in this vulnerable position a handful of times before, and it always made you want to hold her close and never let go.

“Ellie listen to me,” You make eye contact with her, just so she can truly understand what you’re about to say. “That was not your fault. You had a nightmare and I startled you.”

You pause for a second trying to figure out how to word the next part of your reassurance.

So with a gentle voice you finally start speaking again.

“I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure nothing like that ever happens to you again and-” your voice cracks with emotion. “I’m so sorry Ellie. I’m so sorry that I wasn’t able to stop him, and I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there for you when you needed me the most.”

Her eyes that were previously glasses were now overflowing and falling down her face.

Then, in a blink of an eye, the young girl that you’ve grown to love like another daughter, crashes against you. Her face pressed against your left shoulder and her arms wrapped around you tightly as if you would make her let go. Not a chance in hell you would.

Your arms surrounded her and at this point, her body was shaking due to her tears.

Soon you heard Ellie’s muffled, shaky voice speak out.

“It wasn't your fault. It was never your fault.”

At that point your tears were falling down your face as well. Gently, you rub your hand in comforting circles on her back and sway the both of you back and forth.

Ellie’s shaking soon died down. It took some time but exhaustion finally hit her, so now she was fast asleep in your arms, snoring softly.

You let out a watery chuckle, emotions still running high, as you continued watch with Ellie in your arms.

The sun soon rises a few hours later. Joel’s eyes flicked open ready to wake up and start the day’s journey. Nevertheless by doing so, he was met with the familiar sight of his wife holding a sleeping young girl, eyes focused towards the sun in the distance, and couldn’t help the small smile that crossed over his face.

Both Joel’s and your thoughts were very similar at that moment.

You’d both do anything to keep your family safe.

#ellie williams x mom reader #ellie williams x platonic!reader #ellie williams x platonic reader #ellie williams x mom!reader #ellie tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller #ellie williams #tlou #the last of us #joel tlou #tlou hbo #tlou x reader #tlou x you #tlou x y/n #ellie x platonic reader #joel x reader

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arent-i-the-fairest · 10 months

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Could I request some enemy-rival for the best grades in class to lovers with Azul, Riddle, Jamil, and Vil. (It's ok if you don't do the last two).

𝐀+ 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

author’s note : i’ve finally finished something!! i’m very sorry for being so inactive everyone, writer’s block has had me by the throat orz

azul ashengrotto

azul is an entrepreneur, and you learn very early in the business world that you’ve got to be competitive; and he is just that.

we all know him, he does some shady shit. you would think with an academic rival, he would try and pull something like getting you expelled or finding some way to nuke your grades— all while somehow managing to stay in the bounds of what’s legal.

but despite you two’s thick rivalry, azul wouldn’t do anything of the sort to you.. if you were anyone else, he would. the truth is, he’s got a little crush on you.

“i really don’t think getting me a tutor is necessary, professor.”

crewel looks up from his paperwork, unconvinced. “your performance has been dropping, prefect. quite significantly. i wouldn’t be doing this if this if you were just experiencing a small bump in the road. i’m worried about your comprehension.”

“.. i guess i have been having trouble understanding what we’ve been learning,” you admit. “anyways, you mentioned already selecting a tutor for me. who is it?”

“azul ashengrotto.” crewel replies cooly. you choke. of all the possible people—

“why him??” you barely breath out.

“he’s one of the finest student-alchemists in the school, that’s why. i would’ve asked one of the other top alchemists to tutor you, but they were all busy. besides, the pup seemed enthusiastic at the idea of tutoring you.” crewel explained as he stirred his coffee. “i know you don’t like him, but you’ll have to put up with it until your performance starts picking back up. do your best not to maul him during you two’s sessions.”

a knock on the door momentarily pulled you out of your misery.

“please excuse the interruption!” a familiar voice chirped. you sighed; it’s azul. and just like that, you feel miserable again.

“ashengrotto. thank you for taking up the tutor role. show some gratitude, prefect.” crewel orders.

“thanks, azul.” you grit out.

“of course! i’m willing to help you fix your shortcomings any time,” azul flashes an admittedly charming, but at the same time irritable smile at you. “anything for a beloved friend.”

your eyes twitch at his insincerity. “so what are you here for?” you ask.

“i actually came to take you to the library. that’s where i’ve decided we’ll be holding our tutoring sessions.” he smiles.

the realization of something makes you raise an eyebrow. how did he know you were in here? you didn’t tell him (or anyone else for that matter) that you would be seeing crewel after school. you haven’t talked to azul since class that morning, when you chewed him out for indirectly calling you dumb.

“.. i see. we should get going then.”

the two of you walk in blissful silence until azul disturbs it.

“just so you know, prefect— me tutoring you means you are in debt now. i’m a busy man, you know. and i’ll be having to pay jade and floyd a couple madol extra for running the entire lounge theirselves for an hour and a half each day i’ll have to tutor.”

“debt?!” you sputtered. “i didn’t even get a choice in this! crewel just sprung all this on me today, literal minutes before you joined our convo,” you stop firmly in your tracks. “if you tutoring me is going to get me in debt, i’m not going. i can study on my own.”

“oh please, being in my debt isn’t so bad!” azul snakes a hand around your arm before dragging you in the direction of the library. you try to break free, but he’s got an iron grip. “and i happen to be very fond of you, so i won’t make you repay me with anything too costly.”

“knowing you, you definitely are!”

having azul as your tutor is emotionally grueling.

it’s not the way he teaches. he’s not like teachers that have thin patience and are just all around terrifying— the worst you get is the occasional quip, but that’s expected of your rival. aside from said quips, he’s actually quite kind. and helpful. the grueling part is trying to come to terms with the fact that you fell for him.

you were practically vibrating with happiness seeing the score on your report card. “finally! i’m back at a high A again! i’ve got to tell azu..” your voice trailed off as you remembered earlier today, he asked you to come to the mostro lounge.

he was gonna make you pay your debt today.

. . .

entering the establishment, you were taken aback to see the place with not a single customer. it’s after school; the time mostro lounge is usually it’s busiest. and as far as you know, there’s nothing special going on today. besides you having to pay your debt.

“did he close for the day because of me?” you gulped as you looked around for azul. out he came from the VIP room— dressed not in his dorm uniform, but in a rather fancy outfit. apparently he wants to collect his pay in style.

“prefect,” he greeted, seeming oddly nervous. “your payment is..” azul cuts himself off, like he’s struggling to speak. his face is flushing at an indescribable pace. meanwhile you’re nervous out of your mind; even more so confused at why he looks like he’s about to pass out.

“go on..” you urge.

“having dinner with me.”

“.. oh! wait wh—”

riddle rosehearts [!!! — burnout]

it’s not being competitive that’s bad; it’s being the annoying type of competitive that is. and riddle is certainly giving off that annoying-competitive vibe to you. but whatever! you’re willing to compete against him, it’ll just push you even harder to aim for the top. and it is genuinely fun to compete!

— until you get burnt out.

turns out juggling personal problems, other people’s problems, 20 others things as well as keeping your grades high is not easy. at some point you begin to crack; your energy deteriorates, and so does your grades. and who is there to point it out? your beloved rival, of course.

the grades you see on your report card right now are not the worst thing you could get. not by a long shot! (just take a look at ace and deuce’s grades.) but it still stings to get when you’re usually so much better.

you used to have high A’s— even a few A+’s! but now you had low B’s in just about every class.

“i did all i could. all that effort, just for me to end up sinking.” you crumple up your paper up in frustration then toss it behind you, not even wanting it to be in your possession.

it landed right in front of riddle. he unfolds it and sneers as he makes his way to your seat.

“what happened to your straight A’s?” the boy asks, sliding the report before your hunched-over form. “don’t tell me you’ve lost some of your work ethic?”

“no,” you sluggishly sit up, shaking your head. “at least, i don’t think so. i’ve been working as hard as i can. i don’t understand how my grades plummeted despite that.”

there’s a look of concern that crosses riddle’s face for a moment, but you don’t catch it. he immediately dons a scowl once again.

“hmph. well, if you want to get back to the respectable place you once were, you’d better work even harder.”

you, drowning in self-loathing over your grades, decided he was right. so you worked harder. you worked so hard in fact, you ended up ill.

“when i told you to work harder, i did not mean half to death. what were you thinking? neglecting sleep, a proper diet— essentially every necessity of having good health? i’m disappointed, prefect.”

riddle’s harsh tone is making your tension headache intensify. your head pounds with every word he says.

“listen— i know it wasn’t smart of me to let my health go to shit. but let me do something right for the first time in like, a month, and nurse myself back to perfect health,” you throw your blanket over your head. “which starts with getting some rest. i appreciate the visit and the scolding— now please leave.”

riddle scoffs as if he’s offended, tugging your blanket right back down. “i am not leaving! i’m going to help you,” he stops, his irked expression turning into a somber one. “i owe you it.”

“.. explain?” you ask, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. he sits on the edge of your bed, back facing you.

“i’m the reason your sick, aren’t i? inadvertently of course, but still.” he stares down at his lap in shame. “i felt that i was only looking out in your best interest when i told you to ‘work harder’. i didn’t want your grades to end up dropping even lower— and for you to end up even upsetter than you already seemed.”

the corners of your lips twitch up. “so what i’m getting from this is.. you care about me?” you ask. he confirms it with a nod.

“i didn’t want to show back then, but i’ll admit it to it now. i do care about you.” he is so glad he has his back to you right now, because he’s sure his face is bright red.

he’s praying that his words are mending your relationship. (lucky for him, it is. your heart is pounding, and it’s not from whatever overworking-induced disease you have.)

“that’s really sweet, riddle.” you sit up and scooch over to give him a half-hug, which he returns clumsily. “also, just so you know, i don’t blame you for getting me sick or anything.”

he lets out a relieved sigh as he turns to give you a full hug, burying his face in your neck. a 180 from the way he was so stiff just seconds ago. then he suddenly recoils as if he’s just snapped out of his euphoria.

“would now be the right time to ask if we should start dating?” you ask.

“it would. i’d love to be a relationship.” he smiles. “now, let’s get you some rest.”

jamil viper [!!! — chapter 4 spoilers]

this rivalry is unique to the others; that is because of the fact that jamil can’t make above average grades. not because he’s got average intelligence, but because his grades have to be underneath kalim’s. servitude sucks. (you two are still competing to be smarter than each other, so it’s still considered academic!) (.. right?? idk the rules)

you and jamil are quite close— not that either of you will willingly call each other a friend, but you are friends. despite that, you know way less than you feel like you should about him.

he’s so secretive about himself, it just makes you want to know more. but at the same time, you don’t wanna show interest. so you’re stuck wishing for a chance to learn more about him without seeming like a simp. and your wish came true.

despite all the times you’ve been over, you haven’t gotten a proper look at scarabia. (sure, you were here for all of winter break, which is a solid amount of time to be locked in a dorm— but it was hard to pay attention to the interior design with the whole jamil-going-insane saga.)

so today, you decided you were gonna walk around and really take the whole place in— and god, this dorm is gorgeous.

“i’ll have to thank kalim for letting me explore. and to make him give me some tips on how to decorate ramshackle..” you mumbled to yourself, turning to leave the storage room you just finished observing.

you’re slightly alarmed at the sound of the door knob being vigorously shaken. the door flies open, and now you’re suddenly face to face with a thoroughly upset looking jamil.

jamil curses under his breath. this room is empty for nearly 24 hours all 7 days of the damn week. the one time he comes in for solitude, there’s someone in here. but strangely, he doesn’t hate having you in his presence right now.

“are you okay?” you ask, concerned. he stays silent, hesitant to reply— half of him wants to just say ‘yes’ and walk away right now, while the other wants to unload all his feelings.. which is so unlike him. yet that out-of-character half wins.

“.. i’m exhausted.” jamil quietly admits, shutting the door so any passersby can’t overhear the sensitive conversation. he leans backwards onto the wall and he slides down to sit on the floor against it.

“oh.” you slide down next to him. “i’d be exhausted too if i had to do all the shit you do around the dorm.” you attempt to cheer him up.

“it’s not because of dorm duties,” he chuckles wryly. “i’m sure this is nothing you want to hear about as we left this back at the winter holiday, but i can’t help but rant about it now. i’m exhausted of holding back to kalim. holding back to everyone, really. but especially him.”

“i thought you didn’t feel that way anymore! didn’t you get counseling to work that mindset away?”

“i did get counseling. but please, as long as i’m a servant to the al-asim family, these horrible feelings won’t be going anywhere. regardless of how much counseling i receive.”

you wanted to help him, so you tried to think of something you could do. then came the question — what could you even do? it’s not like you could just pull him and his family out of servitude. nor ask him to just go wild and do whatever he wants with his life. whatever you do, it’ll just have to be small scale.

you wracked your brain for a few days before hatching a plan; a plan that in retrospect.. was not that great. the gist was : on an upcoming test, you would purposefully get a lower grade than him because the high of being better seems to be one of the things he wants the most.

as you intentionally penned in several incorrect answers, you sighed to yourself. this is dumb.

would purposefully getting a grade lower than him even make him feel the slightest bit better? it’s kalim who he’d want to get a higher grade than. but you’re also a rival to him— of course, a much less serious one— but a rival nonetheless! so maybe he’d still be happy..?

the more you thought about it, the more holes you found in your plan.

this most definitely has more cons than pros. to name the two big ones— a low grade on your track record of otherwise perfect scores would scar your soul. and jamil.. you don’t even know if he’d appreciate this. if anything, this would give him a laugh.

you looked up from your test and a few seats ahead of you, where jamil sat. to others, he had the same neutral expression he always wore. but you could notice he still seemed a little down.

.. even if this just gave him a small laugh, it would be worth it.

. . .

“this was not worth it.” you clasp your hand over your mouth in embarrassment as jamil snickers. the thought of this low C dragging your grade down by several points is giving you physical damage. you’ll be making an A+ on every single future assignment to cope and rebuild your grade. “anyways, shouldn’t you be thanking me or something for this hit to my grade i took for you?”

“.. you’re right. i should thank you. i don’t know many people who would willingly take such a large hit to their grade just to make me feel better.” jamil says before smirking.

“what’s that face for?”

“i was just thinking. knowing how much you care about your grades, you wouldn’t do this for just anyone. i must be special to you.” he says jokingly.

“you are.” you reply not jokingly. both of you freeze. jamil is shocked, processing what’d just happened. and you’re mortified you just accidentally confessed— you almost consider bolting while he’s still stunned.

“.. you’re special to me too, prefect.”

vil schoenheit

you’re a top student, exceptionally attractive, have shining potential, and much more. you know what all that makes you to vil? a threat. you get rival status.

you never wanted a rivalry with anyone, let alone vil fucking schoenheit!! he’s scary!! you just wanted to make good grades in peace, but he dragged you into one anyways.

to tell you a secret : vil lowkey liked you from the jump. he valued a lot of things about you. from your intelligence, to work ethic, to your personality, you were charming. he also had this itch to curate you to your full potential. but he held back— he shouldn’t help his proclaimed rival. (you might rise to his level if he does!)

one day, the great 7 frowned upon you and you were assigned to be partners with vil for a project. a project that required the two of you to work together over the course of an entire month. during this, his love would grow and eventually be requited. and that journey started with him doing exactly what he said he wouldn’t : trying to curate you to your full potential.

“what time do you normally go to bed?” vil asks, taking your attention off of your work.

“oh, i don’t usually check the time before i go to bed, so i can’t give an exact answer. but definitely past 10 or 11pm most nights.” you admit. the way he furrows his eyebrows is a sure sign that he disapproves. you’ve gotten horror stories from epel about the routines vil makes everyone in the dorm follow, and you’re hoping they’re not about to extend to you.

“it must be quite late, because i can see some dark circles.” he says, prodding right under one of your eyes. his bluntness makes you sputter. “now tell me, what skincare brand do you use?” oh boy.

“… that cheap one at the school store.”

he clicks his tongue. “that won’t do at all. i’m not even sure what janky brand you’re talking about, and also extremely concerned that you can’t remember the name of it— but whatever it is, it’s not doing justice for your skin.”

“hey, i’m just working with what i can afford.” you mumble. he waves it off.

“i have plenty of other questions, but i doubt any of the answers will be what i want to hear. after we finish this project session, come with me to pomefiore. i’ll put you on some beauty and health routines that’ll get you glowing results by a week.”

“what? that’s sudden..” though the thought of looking like a new person in just a week is tempting. “also, that’s really nice of you to do for your rival. this is something you’d do for someone if you liked them.”

vil turns away to obscure his face from you. “that is not why i’m doing this,” he clarifies. “i’m only doing this because you’ll be more interesting to compete with you once you’re not so much of a spudling. i need you to become more of a challenge.”

yes, that’s why. there is no other possible reason he would reach out to help you improve yourself. this is totally not him denying he’s doing this out of affection.

so that was a lie. it was totally out if affection. (also, yes, you did get great results by the end of the week as promised. for a while, you were concerned he was actually setting you up and the opposite would happen.)

the two of you started spending time with each other outside of project sessions and sure enough vil found himself falling harder. he wasn’t thrilled about this at first, but eventually he started thinking.. you two do make a nice pair, don’t you?

there was even a shift in his behavior towards you. of course, there was still a flair of that sharper side of him— it wouldn’t be vil if there wasn’t. but he was noticeably less standoffish and condescending. he became all around much kinder towards you. his behavior even bordered on affectionate, at times.

he did fear this romance was unrequited though. despite his change in behavior, he’s worried you’re still off-put by him for the way he used to act towards you, among other things.

meanwhile, what you were really feeling was : you very much have feelings for him, but him being so sweet lately cannot mean he likes you back, right??

you’re in for a shock when vil inevitably confesses. he can’t stand pining for too long.

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