#just let me sleep without have to waste my weekend time

[jonstarks]

if i have a remote that could control the time, the first thing i do would be to pause the time so i could have a timeless nap

#nobody need to change no future #or altered the past #just let me sleep without have to waste my weekend time

[lxstfathier]

Mi niña

Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Summary: its late at night, you can’t sleep, and a sudden knocking on your door interrupts your attempts to get some rest.

Warnings: wounds, blood, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f! receiving), loss of virginity, creampie, age-gap.

A/N: i have never played the game, i just have a thing for military men heheh. Also, english is not my first language, so i apologize for any errors. Hope y’all enjoy this! <3

It’s almost midnight. Usually, you would be asleep already, dreaming about pretty animals and cute guys, but today is way different, you’re still awake, looking at the moonlight peeking through your window and a strange feeling lingering in your guts.

You try your best to not think much about it. Maybe is just your own anxiety acting up. So you move on your bed, over and over, closing your eyes and trying to find a comfy position to sleep. But no matter how hard you try, you just can’t get some rest.

It’s frustrating. You mind screams at you to fall asleep already, telling you that you need to get your energy back for another day of hard work around the farm. Come on, it’s your turn to feed the horses and cows at six in the morning, you can’t waste more time like this.

Suddenly, your own thoughts are interrupted by the loud noise of a vehicle pulling up in your property, right in front of your house, followed by the sound of the doors being opened and closed.

Of course, you knew your bad feeling was there for a reason, and now your heart is beating faster than ever. Who would be at your property at such late hour? The police? Robbers? Sicarios from a powerful cartel?. Who knows, but when a knock in you front door breaks the silence you feel as if you were about to faint.

You’re alone, there’s no one you can ask to go see who’s knocking, you can’t yell at one of your siblings to do it. Your family is away for the weekend, so you need to be brave and do it yourself.

You get out of bed and walk all the way to the front door, feeling your legs wobbly and you heart pounding in your chest, finally opening the door with your trembling hands.

Obviously you were expecting it to be some narcos, but, to your surprise, they’re not. Instead you have colonel Alejandro Vargas and his sergeant Rodolfo Parra right in front of you. Of course you know who they are, everyone in Las Almas knows them and admires them. And you would be lying if you said that you didn’t have a crush on Alejandro since you were a teenager, rubbing your clit every night to the thought of him for years.

And now you regret wearing that old shirt and shorts as pj’s instead of something sexier. But you shouldn’t be thinking about that, the only worry right now should be the reason for them to come knock on your door. You’re just a normal family who makes a living selling milk, you don’t have any issues with the law.

“Is there any problem?” You ask nervously, looking at the tall soldiers with their stoic expressions and powerful weapons on their hands.

"Ninguno, bonita. We’re just looking for someone, do you mind if we take a look around your property?.” Alejandro says, charismatic as ever. You could never say no to him, no matter what he asked.

“There’s nothing to see here, coronel, just cows and horses. But sure, go ahead and tell me if you need something.”

They both nod and get back to their job, going away to look around, seeing the empty corrals and the stalls full of sleeping animals, without a trace of the persone they’re looking for. And you stay near the door just in case, still very nervous and anxious even when there’s no reason to feel like that. Your trust them, they’re honorable men, they mean no harm, just let them do their thing and they’ll be gone soon.

A few minutes later, Alejandro comes into your house while Rudy keeps watch outside, checking every single room until he’s sure that you’re not hiding his target. Even though he already knew that you would never do something like that. He’s seen you around town too, always sweet and calm, doing your best to help your family with the little business, always trying to stay away from the violence.

That’s it. His work is done here. He needs to go look somewhere else, but, when he’s about to leave, you can’t help but notice that his right hand is almost fully red, dripping with warm sticky blood, making a mess on his uniform and gun.

“Coronel… you’re bleeding” you say, as if it wasn’t already obvious, and he stops dead in his tracks. How can he be so calm and collected with a wound like that?.

“It’s just a little cut, nothing to worry about” Alejandro shrugs it off. An hour before that’s what he thought, a little cut on his hand, nothing serious, he didn’t expected it to get bigger and become a bleeding mess.

“You should definitely worry about it. Come on, let me help you and then i’ll let you go”.

He can’t say no to you, specially when you’re looking at him with those innocent doe eyes. So he agrees, following you to your room and sitting on your bed, leaving his gun on the ground, waiting patiently while you run to your bathroom to gather all the necessary stuff to take care of it.

Once you come back, you take his hand on your own, cleaning his cut with a wet cloth, disinfecting with alcohol, putting some closure strips and wrapping all his palm with a bandage. You’re no doctor or nurse by any means, but you know how to help your animals when they’re hurt, which gives you at least a little bit of knowledge.

And Alejandro is more than happy to let you work on him. He doesn’t feel any pain, maybe for the adrenaline pumping through his veins, or maybe because he’s so mesmerized by your beauty that he can’t think of anything else.

“This should be enough for the night. The bleeding is going to stop, but you need to go to the doctor tomorrow, i guess you need some stitches” you say, smiling at him, feeling your cheeks burn. You had never been so close to him, and you can’t believe that you just got to help him without freaking out.

“Gracias” Alejandro murmurs, barely audible, looking down at his bandaged hand. “You’re too sweet. You shouldn’t be in this town, you deserve a better place”.

Any other person would have let him go away, leaving him alone to take care of his wound by himself, not wanting to get involved with such a troubled soldier. But you’re different. You’re kind and sweet and the most pretty girl he’s ever seen, so distinct from all the other shitty people in Las Almas.

“There’s no better place for me, i like it here” you answer. “I have my family and my animals… also, there’s no other place where i could find another handsome colonel”.

Alejandro doesn’t get it right away. Are you flirting with him? yes you are. But he’s never been good around women, so it takes him a while to understand what you mean, taking the hint only when you dare to place one of your hands on his thigh, something that he believed only could happen in his imagination, when he thought about you while fucking his fist late at night.

“No digas eso, bonita. I’m no good for you, go and find a nice guy your age” he says, even though he’s dying to kiss you, to feel your gentle touch again, to claim you as his.

“But i like you, Ale”.

“No quiero arruinarte”.

“You would never ruin me” you soothe him, moving your hand to his chest and leaning closer, staring directly at those beautiful brown eyes that you only used to dream about. “Por favor, i need you. Make me yours.”

That’s enough. Alejandro cups your cheek with his gloved hand and pulls you closer, his lips meeting yours, sweet and tender until it suddenly turns into passionate and lustful.

He tastes better than anything you ever had before, like fresh fruits in the summer, intoxicating all your senses. And before you know it you’re already straddling his lap, slowly moving your hips against his clothed bulge, trying to get some friction to relieve the boiling heat in your lower belly.

“I don’t have much time, bonita” Alejandro says, breaking the kiss, knowing that it’s just a matter of minutes to hear Rudy’s voice in his earpiece asking what’s taking him so long. “Take off your clothes for me, si?”.

You happily oblige, getting off his lap and stripping naked as fast as you can, all of your shyness long forgotten, wanting nothing more than to be a good girl for him.

“Qué pinche hermosa” Alejandro groans, admiring every single part of your exposed body, guiding you to the bed again, laying you on your back with your legs spread as he positioned between them, dropping to his knees to kiss your thighs and taste your soaking cunt. “Are you a virgin?”.

You squirm at the sensation of his tounge on your clit, and you have no idea how he managed to know that. Maybe your inexperience is way too obvious. “Si” you reply, tugging at his dark hair.

Alejandro swears that he could cum right there in his pants. Such a pretty girl? untouched? just for him to take? way too good to be true. He feels like he just won the fucking lottery. If he wasn’t in the middle of a mission, he would surely eat you out for hours until you can’t take no more.

But the clock is ticking right now, so he wastes no more time, undoing his pants just enough to free his hard length and then kiss all the way up from your tummy, your tits and finally your neck. “You sure about this?”.

“Si, Ale” you whimper. “I wanna be yours”.

He takes himself in his hand, positioning his hard cock to your wet cunt, the red tip prodding at the small entrance. “This might hurt a little bit, if you want me to stop just tell me, si?.”

You nod and Alejandro thrusts inside you, agonizingly slow, inch by inch, splitting you open until he’s buried to the base. The strange pain making you cry out his name and your eyes fill with tears.

“Fuck” Alejandro breathes out against your neck. “Such a good girl, taking me so well”.

He picks a steady pace, pounding your tight heat as if there was no tomorrow, going way faster than he would like to. But you don’t mind, you let him be as rough as he wants, whimpering as his thick cock abuses your walls, hitting your cervix with each thrust.

“Feels so good Ale” you moan. Now almost all of his weight on top of you, his gear digging into the soft skin of your breasts. The pleasure is too much, and you can already feel the orgasm forming in your belly. “M’ gonna cum”.

“Ah- Fuck” he grunts when your walls squeeze him harder, his gloved hand quickly making its way to your sensitive clit, rubbing it fast. “That’s it bonita, cum on my fucking cock, i wanna feel it.”

His words take you over the edge, squirming and moaning like a whore, your hole spasming around him and your nails scratching at the back of his vest, experiencing the most powerful orgasm of your life. And seeing you fall apart like that, just from his touch, makes him feel really close too.

“Where do you want my cum? huh?” he asks, chasing his high, thrusting harder into your poor sensitive cunt.

“Dentro, please ” you whine, too cockdrunk to think about the consequences.

“Si? you want that? you wanna carry my seed like a good little slut? Fuck- then i’ll fill you up until you’re dripping for days, and everyone will know who you belong to.”

His cock twitches and he comes undone, grunting like an animal, emptying himself inside your pretty pussy, filling your womb to the brim with his hot cum.

You both stay there for a moment, melted into each other, catching your breath. Looking at him with half lidded eyes, you caress his scruffy beard, so in love, hating that he needed to go away after such an intimate moment. And he hates that too, if it were for him, he would spend the night with you, praising your body and making you scream his name again and again.

You kiss one last time and Alejandro pulls out, getting out of bed, immediately fixing his pants and grabbing his gun, ready to leave.

“Will i ever see you again?” you ask. What if he was like those guys who only fuck you and then you never hear from them again?, just thinking about it makes you teary.

“Claro que si, mi niña” he answers, his gloved knuckles brushing against your cheek. “As soon as this hell of a mission is over i’ll come back to you. I promise.”

“Then i’ll be waiting” you whisper, but Alejandro hears it clearly. And once he has eased your fears, he gets back to work, going away as if nothing happened, walking through your home straight to the front door.

“Carajo Ale, por qué tardas tanto?” He hears Rudy’s voice in his earpiece, just like he anticipated.

But Alejandro doesn’t answer. He can only think about you. You got him under your spell and he’s already planning the next time, contemplating on coming back with a huge bouquet of flowers and a beautiful diamond ring to put on your finger.

#alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas smut #cod smut #call of duty fanfic

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꒰ ✮ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟮𝟯 — 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗢𝗡𝗘!

𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! humiliation + "you've made a bunch of men pay hundreds for a piece of pussy? and its not even good!" ꒰ mei mei x dom,m!reader ꒱: ceo!reader, hair pulling, rough sex, p in v, slight dacryphilia, mentions of sex work, humiliation / degrading obvi, reader is hung ꒰ and an ass man ꒱ , slight dehumanization ꒰ its like 2 lines ꒱, oral ꒰ f!receiving ꒱, p in v. her outfit. DO NOT FOLLOW WHAT IS WRITTEN IN THIS FIC, the reader is not an admirable or morally sound person. ꒰ 5.7k+ ꒱

"𝘉𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘴." — 𝘍𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘩 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺. the poster lazily rested against the wall of your grant office. a "motivational quote" for those who walk into your office. yes, the quote was true, but at what cost should you build your own dreams?

a loud groan leaves your lips as you roll your shoulder, your body strangely tense as you sit in your office chair, attempting to cognitively read the contracts sitting on your desk. sipping on your coffee you hope and pray that your buisness partner, satoru gojo, doesn't come bursting in your office for the 5th time this week. he'll send useless mail, terribly delivered and made jokes, and fake motivational speeches. not to mention his mouth never. stops. moving. granted, your sure he's just lonely, or autistic, maybe both. (the call might be coming from inside of the house!)

despite how annoying that stupidly gorgeous man may be has been right the past few days. "your shoulders are tense as hell. their like rocks!" your tense, ridiculously tense and stressed. when you sarcastically questioned him about what you should do to relive the tension, he genuinely responded with, "i don't know. maybe go to a club, fuck a stripper! maybe you just need some good pussy," gojo says bluntly, "take out your frustrations!" his voice turned weird in the last phrase, but you ignore it and sigh. "im not going to a fucking club, don't have time for the tabloids."

however, now as you sit at your desk, swaying side to side in your "rolly chair" as gojo calls it, you think that maybe he is right. a stress reliever could help. but not from a stripper.

well, maybe a... with a huff you pick up the landline that leads to your assistants office. hearing his voice on the other side of phone. "i need you to book something for me..." you speak looking a picture you pulled up on your phone while waiting for his response.

the day slowly ended, and gojo—without fail dropping in to say hi! and make penis jokes instead of working like the ceo he is. along with making jabs at how "terrible" you looked, due to the tenseness. and after he left, do did the sun. the day had thank fully ended and you could collapse onto the soft mattress that is your bed. the material allowing you to sink into it and give your body comfort it hasn't felt all day. you look at the moving ceiling fan, thinking to yourself about your appointed the upcoming saturday. "mm, she's expensive, but apparently her pussy's good," you mumble to yourself, "lets hope i didn't waste my money..."

sleep quickly overcame you that night, despite the massive intakes of coffee you had. it seems the days of overworking yourself had drawbacks. you really should listen to nanami's hypocritic words. and saturday could not come faster!

finally, day off from the stressful work environment. just you, a book, and that sex worker you booked later that night. a yawn leaves your lips your lips as the words on the paper start to become wonky, and you swear you've read the same paragraph 3 times. "time for a nap, huh?" you stretch before bookmarking the page you were on, setting the book down, and curling up on the couch to take a long and well needed nap. i feel like a teenager "catching up sleep" on the weekends...

after the world went black for who knows how long, something in the back of your brain compels you to get up, a nagging feeling that you normally get before a meeting. you sit up to see what time it is, and you understand that nagging feeling. because you do in fact have a meeting, with "mei mei," according to your assistant.

your not an idiot, you've delt with this before and briefly glanced at her. she's pretty popular, but her prices are high, you'd need money to book her. seems its time to meet the celebrity, huh?

in a little under 45 minutes you sit in the backseat of ijichi's car, resting your head on the head rest with your eyes shut, waiting for the the car to stop at its destination. Cursed2, the hotel that you were scheduled to meet up at. you wondered what your chauffeur thought about his boss hooking up with someone. however, you knew he wasn't going to say a thing. he was there to do his job and nothing else. after a moment of calm, you open your eyes and look out of the window, seeing how the streets are lit up in the darkness of the night sky. the car slows as it turns and you see the giant sign that says "CURSED2" on the window filled building next to the car.

moments later, ijichi opens the door for you and closes it behind you. "thank you," you mumble to him with a nod, pulling on the lapels of your coat. "no problem, sir. enjoy your night."

you step through the sliding doors and into the lobby, waiting patiently at the front desk for an employee. when a woman in dark blue and khaki pants shows up, you notice how beautiful and awake she looks for someone doing night audit, you suppsed it fits for the rich air of this hotel. "i have a reservation," you state your name rub the back of your neck, slowly rolling it. the woman soon pulled up your reservation on her screen and handed you a thin keycard with a seemingly knowning smile. "room 369, sir. it seems you have a visitor aswell."

"oh, thank you," you chuckle to yourself and take the card before walking to the elevator, resting against the railing with a small smile. DING! you look at the two doors slowly opening and step out of the moving room. following the signs you end up at the room '369' which you find ironic, but maybe its your dirty mind at work.

the woman in the room hears the click of the door and smiles to herself. you step in the door with a sigh, looking around the room, impressed with the lengths they went to in decoration. then again, this is a suite in one of the most expensive hotels in the area. shrugging off your coat, you hear rustling and look up in the direction of the sound. your eyes are focused on the woman before you, her light blue hair was falling elegantly on her shoulders, partially covering the dark purple lingerie set she had on. the floral pattern lining the lace of her bra and panties, a garterbelt suspender was over the panties which stopped just under her bellybutton, the garter belts connect to the matching thin stockings she was wearing that went just below her mid-thigh. covering most of the set was a dark purple satin shawl. a smile immediately comes to your face at the sight of her, ideas festering in your mind. oh, that's being ripped off.

"your late. you know that's extra," her smooth and sultry voice fills your ears as she leans against the doorway to the bedroom. "im aware," you smirk and turn your eyes towards your coat as you tug off the second sleeve and set it on the coat rack. "you know, you are an expensive woman to book," amusement and intrigue is caked in your voice as you slip of your "church shoes" and step into the common area of the suite.

a noise of amusement leaves her throat, almost a chuckle, but not quite. "well, you'd pay for an expensive contractor with good quality, wouldn't you? mr. ceo?" you hum and step towards the kitchen, "i suppose i would, yes." you grab the soap and throughly wash your hands before drying them and walking towards her. you stop a few inches before your reach her and carefully grab her hand, kissing her knuckles lightly, your eyes focused on her face. "i apologize for my lateness," you mumble against her skin, your eyes lock with hers as the two of you can see the "intense" intention behind eachother's eyes. "oh? ever the gentleman mr.?" she whispers your last name, smiling at the twitch of your lips against her knuckles.

you sit up and smile. "i pride myself on being one. now, what exactly is the price for my lateness? it was only 5 minutes," your voice is soft and smooth, attention entirely trapped on her. the woman before you hums, "yes, but its my time you know? and unfortunately, i don't own a multi-billion dollar company. a 2,216 yen up charge."

ignoring her little quip, a whistle leaves your lips. "alright. your other prices?" she smiles and turns around, walking into the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed, you follow suit and sit next to her, pulling on the front of your collar before unbuttoning the top three buttons. she gives you a look but doesn't comment on it, only beginning to talk about her pricing. "stillll expensive," you reach into your pocket and fish out your wallet. she chuckles and stands moving to stand in front of you. "you shouldn't book if you can't handle the woman," she responds as she moves, earning a look from you. your eyes trained on her, lips twitching her as he hands touch your cheek.

"trust me—i know how to handle a woman," an intrigued smile finds its way to her face, smiling a bit more as you kiss her palm. her hands gliding along your shoulders and neck, her eyes focused on the check your signing in your hand. once you sign your signature you lift it up and show her the price before setting it on the nightstand along with your wallet.

her eyes drift to the check, eyes sparkling a bit at the amountodf zeros before she turns her attention back to you. "oh? and what all are you expecting for that?" she slowly straddles your lap, thumbs rubbing lightly against your jaw. "a strip tease?" mei grins. "it's extra," you say the words with her, earning a chuckle from her lips. "no, i don't want it," your voice is still calm, although your hands are resting on her sides, feeling her figure through the satin shawl, fighting the urge to speed up this process.

"awh! that's a shame," she fake pouts, one of her hands palming your semi—erection through your pants, hands skillfully unbuttoning and unzipping your pants to grasp your cock. "and i thought the client was the desperate one?" you tease with a smile, your eyes on her face. "i only wanted to...speed up the process. your—friend here seemed so suffocated in these pants. i only wanted to help," a fake pout is sported on her face as she pulls down your boxers, expression changing slightly when she sees your cock. her hand gently grips it, the small smile on her face growing as she brushes her thumb against the vein on the underside of your cock. you watch her reach for a bottle in the nightstand and pour it on her hand.

"oooh? i haven't had cock any this heavy in a while," she comments, eyes trained on your fat tip as she slowly begins to stroke your cock, "i do hope you know how to use it."

her eyes snap back up to yours, her hand moving in a rhythmic motion. "i told you, i know how to handle a woman," the both of you can hear the change in your voice, it's somewhat deeper, filled with more desire. "grower, huh?" she comments with a smile, locking eyes with you before. your hand gently grabs her wrist, stopping her from further pumping your hard length. her eyes snap from her wrist to your eyes, tilting her head a bit to the side without a word. "as much as i appreciate these services of yours, that's not what want," your thumb gently brushes against her wrists, pressing lightly against her pulse, your other hand sliding the satin velour shawl from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. "i want your pussy."

your words are blunt and expresses what you want to her. some clients wouldn't even start with that, let alone let her "play" with them like she is with you. your...different. "oh?" her favorite word. her eyes sparkle a bit while looking into yours.

she feels the hand holding her wrist release its hold, slithering in the gap of her thighs to yours, your fingering pressing up against her pussy. both of your eyes follow the movement of your hand before the two of you lock eyes once more. "a buyer should be able to test how good their product is, yes?" you watch in amusement when her jaw feathers and her lips twitch.

your hand leaves from under her to join your other hand, lifting her up and setting her back down in the middle of the bed. "i didn't receive an answer," your voice is a whisper, but she can hear a sort of warning in it. "yes," she says somewhat sarcastically. she sees you smile, and feels your hands trail from her hips, down her thighs, smoothly uncliping the garterbelt from the stockings, sliding the stockings down as you go. "someone's experienced," you hear her comment. you hum, "i did tell you that."

lifting her hips up with one hand, you unclip the garterbelt suspender and throw it on the floor. your hands rub and squeeze the bare skin of her thighs, moving to squeeze her hips. "it's a shame you hide such a beautiful body under these stupid clothes," you mumble, your grip tightening slightly as you convince yourself not to rip off the no doubt expensive set she has on. "stupid? i got all dolled up for you and you think its stupid?" your fingers hook underneath the thin fabric of her panties, rubbing the underside of the fabric. "its in the way, and im fighting against ripping it off," you lock eyes with her and whisper, "but, because these panties are so cute i'll fuck you with them on. your bra, ehhh, not so much."

a smile is plastered on your face as one hand caresses the triangular gap in the fabric of her pants, just beneath her bellybutton, feeling that she's shaven clean with a hum. your other hand slides up against the curve of her back, undoing her bra with one hand and tossing it onto the floor aswell.

your hands move to her free breasts. your hands squeeze them gently, thumbs ghosting her nipples, as you smile at the breath she intakes. "sensitive nipples? that's a sight," you grin. your touch is soft and gentle, not a word leaving either of your lips as it seems your just admiring her body. "your quite gentle for someone who just wants to check his product," mei's voice is soft, but salty as she speaks. "you don't have to be rough to check a product. you should be glad im being gentle," your fingers gentle glide along her skin and rest above her panties, "besides, i have to make sure you don't break."

"your very confident in your abilities," her sultry voice fills your ears and you smile. your thumb glides over her pussy through the panties, finding her clit immediately and pressing lightly against it. "mm, when was the last time someone made you cum?"

her legs tense when your thumb teases her clit through the fabric. "f—four months," she stutters slightly as she speaks, looking away when she does. "four?" you repeat her words with a chuckle, "damn, how long have you been faking orgasms." she watches your eyes go to the ceiling, seemingly thinking about something but she can sense its sarcastic. you look back down at her. "well, i guess im making you cum four times." you pull her panties to the side and lightly touch her pussy, sliding a finger in between her folds.

"really? you really are confident," she chuckles, which turns into a small moan when you start rubbing against her clit. you smile and take your fingers from her cunt before grabbing the bottle of lube and pouring it onto your fingers. your eyes catch the expression she gives you, seemingly almost surprised. "what? im not fucking a dry pussy. i'm rude, but not that rude."

your fingers push her panties to the side and tease her pussy, swiping your thumb lightly against her clit. "aw, has something i've done got you turned on?" you question when you feel her slick pooling on your fingertips, "or is it something ive said?" the drop in your voice makes her thighs twitch, the slight twinkle in your eyes makes her questionable. although, whatever thought she had in her head was lost when you shove a finger into her, hooking it in her cunt. "oh, fuck," she breathes out, her hands automatically flying to your arm, "thick cock and thick fingers, huh?"

a chuckle leaves your lips at her little comment, although its hard to take her seriously when blush is creeping onto her face, the tips of her ears already pink, matching her peach skin. "mhm," you hum and slip a second finger in.

your fingers caress her walls, occasionally pressing lightly against that gooey ribbed spot in her cunt. her eyes become half-lidded from your languid movements, seemingly being relaxed from how gentle you are despite your previous suggestive words. her hands are still gripping your arm, although her grip has gotten weak, her hands sliding down to rest against her body. "enjoying the treatment?" you question. she hears the amused attitude in your voice and simply glares at you before she feels your fingers pump faster, clearly waking her up from whatever trance she was previously in. her thighs jolt when your free hand pulls back her clit hood. you whistle, "such a pretty clit."

the fingers in her cunt pump in and out in a fast pace, curling against what you find out is her g—spot based on how her eyes rolled when you pressed against it. one thumb holds her clithood back while the other rubs gentle circles against her bare clit. "i don't understand how some men can't find the clit," you frown, keeping your eyes on her glistening cunt that's taking your fingers so well, "it's quite easy."

it irritates her. your lax personality as if you aren't knuckles deep in her pussy. the entire night, you've spoken as if you know everything, as if you know her body. and at at the moment, she swears you do. but no matter how much you irritate her, the feeling of pleasure is going to outweigh the irritation. your fingertips curling against her g—spot, making her lashes flutter and her eyes glossy. "oh, ah...ngh—! awh!" the sounds that leave her mouth are pitiful, whatever image she usually has been thrown out of the window despite one of her hands coming to clamp over her lips.

you smile at her state and decide to ring an orgasm out of her as you roughly rub her exposed clit while curling your fingers against the ribbed spot in her cunt. your eyes watch hers widen and cross. her pussy clamps around your fingers and her thighs desprately shake, the blush moving to her chest as she creams on your fingers.

her eyes are low-liddled, focused on how you lick your lips at the sight of her drooling cunt. "one," you whisper, locking eyes with her. "oral alright with you? i brushed my teeth," you grin and partially show your teeth, "and i already payed you handsomely, sorry—beautifully. that's included, no?" her eyes have an annoyed-like tint to them, but she nods. "you may." a hum of satisfaction leaves your lips as you lean down and press your lips her pussy, your fingers still making languid movements. your lips kiss her clit ever so slightly before licking a long stripe up her cunt. your lips wrap around her clit and suck lightly before leaving a trail of kisses from her clit to her vagina as your fingers slip out.

your lips feel her spasming hole, begging for something to feel it. "desperate slut," you mumble, teasing her pussy with your tongue. one of your fingers is pulling her panties to the side as you kiss and kitten lick her pussy. your mouth moves to devour her before the two of you hear a pop! you glance at your still hooked finger, one of which no longer has a string of purple in the hook because it snapped. "ah, ill buy you another set," you shake it off and toss her panties to the side, smiling at the unamused expression she had, "ill buy the whore more than one if she truly wishes."

she should have known you were trouble. someone who would risk his career for some pussy, was someone to be a bit skeptical of. and the little flags went off in her head everytime you spoke with that soft and smooth voice. however, not much could be thought about how she missed many of your true attributes when your making out with her cunt.

your movements aren't sloppy, they have technique in them, but it feels like its too much. like your devouring her. mei's legs attempted to shake vigorously around your head, although your hands keep her thighs pressed to the sheets at you eat her out. her hands fist the sheets when she cums on your tongue, listening with tears swelling in her eyes the slurping and gulping as you refuse to waste her release. she hears you sigh and watches you sit up, seeing you lick your lips. the same grin finds its way to your face as it seems your dead set on keeping your words true. "two," you chuckle, eyes watching her face. "mm, tears in your eyes suit you. i would slap you, it'd make you prettier and you deserve it. but, im not going to."

she then realizes your personality, how cruel you could be if you wanted to, and how serious you actually are about your words. you really are about to make her cum four times?!? her eyes drift to your neglected cock. your hard. the tip leaking precum onto the sheets in between the two of you. "oh? did you think i was joking?" you chuckle and reach for your wallet pulling out a condom before ripping it open. "when i say something, i mean it."

you scoop up her hips and turn them to the side, making her turn her body aswell so she's resting on her stomach. then, your hands pull her hips up, pulling her ass into the air, bare and smooth. "pretty everywhere, huh?" you mumble and gently rub and squeeze her ass with a smile. she hears you pull the rubber on your cock before she feels the tip press between her folds. you feel her tense when you presss the tip into her pussy, slowly but surely stretching her out. "oh, fuck," she breathes out, her walls stretching to accommodate your size. she's not sure how, but you seem impossibly bigger inside of her than in her hand. and you can tell by the look in her eye she wants to beg for it to be overwith. your hips smack her ass, a smile on your face as you watch the recoil.

as you move to pull out slowly, you feel her pussy tighten around your cock as if to keep it from leaving her cunt. she hears you chuckle, "aw, aren't you a desperate whore?" you hear the squelch of her pussy when you slide out, only to slam roughly into her. "haven't had dick this big in a while, huh? don't want me to leave?" you coo, the sarcastic undertone in your voice evident to her ears. and she understands that feeling she got from you when you first walked in the hotel room.

she hears you hum, as you begin to state your thoughts outloud. "mm, maybe i should put you in a full nelson? mating press? or should i just rail you like this? i could humiliate you more, make you sob?"

you watch her lips open and press the back of her head into the pillows. "ah, that was a rhetorical question," you snap your hips against her ass. your pace increases, a frown on your face as you do. "aH! ngh—! oooh, f—fuck," her moans fill your ears. and despite how pretty they sounded, it didn't make you happy. mei looks back as far as she could, questioning your furrowed brows in her head. you sigh, slamming your hips harshly as if you were trying to punish her for something, her eyes roll as you do. and alarm covers her when you suddenly stop, right before your tip touches where it's needed. "you know, i expected better..." you switch hands and bury your fingers in her light blue hair. curling your fingers around the strands you yank harshly and pull her head up towards you, forming a deep arch in her back as the movement of your hips comes back to life, hard and heavy. you know the pathetic whimper she let out as her embarrassed as the other hand slides down her skin slowly, fingertips resting gently on her clit. your voice moves to a husky whisper with your next words. "you've made a bunch of men pay hundreds for a piece of pussy? and its not even good!"

either the words or the sound of your voice turn her on as she moans and he pussy clenches tightly around you. although, her little moment of "bliss" doesn't last long as your free hand moves. your thumb pushes back her clithood before clamping down on her exposed clit, meeting with your index finger. she practically screams as you do, hips convulsing, tongue lolled out, and her pretty brown eyes rolling to back of her head when she creams on your cock. you just pinched her clit.

"shh," you shush her, fingers still clamped on her clit. "we're going to get a noise complaint." a cruel smile is presented on your face as your practically torture her. "close your mouth, your gonna attract flies."

graciously, you let go of her clit, glancing down at her pussy seeing it puffy and red from your previous abuse. "three," you whisper in her ear and press against the buldge your cock makes in her stomach. "i've wasted my money. and im sure as the money whore you are, you know how irritating it is to waste money on misleading information..." the hand holding her hair lets go to move to her neck. your hand tightens around her neck, giving a non-threatening squeeze. the other hand goes back to her clit, lightly making small circles, constantly stimulating it. "i should get compensation for the terrible service i've received, yes?" you press and rub up on her clit to accentuate your words, her body jolting as you do. your hand massaging her neck, fingers pressing under her jawline. the tears that were swelling in her eyes spill and stream down her cheeks. she looks so, pretty whorish. it fits. and the fact that you've managed to bring this strong woman to tears makes your cock twitch inside of her.

when her shaky jaw doesn't prompt an answer, so you answer for her. "i'll take that as a yes," you push her torso back onto the sheets, "so from now—until i say so, your my fleshlight." you harshly smack one of her ass cheeks, rubbing the reddened skin to soothe it. your words are complete with a smile as you run a hand along her back, forcing her to arch deeper when you press. flexible too? i guess that makes up for something.

a sob racks her frame when you slam into her again. mei swears your cock is penetrating her womb, minutes away from planting your warm seed into her. never has she let a man use her like this. abuse her, like this. it was humiliating. but fuck, her pussy felt good. you were someone who could actually pull orgasms from her, not someone who'd rub her left lip assuming it was her clit. she couldn't help but curse and allow you to fuck her until her pussy was molded to your cock. no one is ever going to satisfy her like you have. you know it and she knows it, despite how cloudy her eyes are. you've ruined her for another man. her brain turned to mush and womb inviting for your big cock. something in her dared to say you've tamed her. and perhaps it was right, because her body obeyed whatever command you issued.

a snap from your fingers woke her up. her cloudy, brown eyes looking back at you. to which she notices, your still fully dressed. you've never taken off a piece of clothing, but she's buttass naked taking your cock like a slut. "pay attention. my compensation isn't going to matter if you can't remember me fucking you near brainless," you smile happily as you say it. as if that's a normal thing to say to a person. she only nods and sobs again when you drive your cock into her pussy.

your hands grab roughly onto his hips. thats going to leave a mark, mei thinks to herself before she realizes what your doing and lets out a strangled moan. your pulling back on her hips roughly, moving her body so she becomes impaled on your cock, over and over and over again. "when i say something, i mean it." your words echo in her head as you really use her as a fleshlight, her face roughly rubbing back and forth against the sheets from your movements. mindless moans leave her lips as she hears herself. not her voice, her pussy. squelching and slick while it takes your cock like a champ. she can feel her previous orgasms rolling down her inner thighs while you fuck her. and despite her not being able to see it, she knows there's a thin white ring at the base of your cock from her. "oh...a—aH! nngh! awh, fuck!" her voice is high-pitched. and she's panting like a dog.

she hears you groan as you speed up the pace. yanking her hips back to meet yours, overandoverandover again. she feels drunk, as if she's consumed too much wine while she takes you. its been years, since she's ever been cock drunk like this. eyes wide and tears rolling over the bridge of her nose and onto the pillows. years since she's drooled over a cock. since dumb and whorish sounds like she's making now, have ever left her lips. she was—a woman providing for herself in this harsh economy. now, she's the whore that everyone calls her out to be.

"fuck," you hiss as the slapping of wet skin fills your ears, paired with her dumb moans. her pussy is so, inviting. you could fuck her for hours and never get tired of its warmth wrapping around your cock. you could practically feel the stress melting off of you and into her gummy walls. all the weight you had resting on your shoulders was being taken out her body. the gentleness and gentleman air you has before was gon and replaced with a tense, lust-filled one. "oh, fuck. take it. ah, take it like the whore you are," you whisper with a hiss, jaw feathering as you degrade her. you were impossibly close, and that fucked out expression she had on her face was not assisting.

"mnh, shit—" you groan and slam her ass flush against your pelvis, making her cunt swallow the entire length of your cock. she's sure she has in imprint of your cock on her tummy. the musk of sex filled the room, as she tightens around your cock. you swear she could break it off from the grip, but that only helped solidify your orgasm. she came for the fourth time that night with a cry. not even ten seconds later you follow suit.

your jaw goes slack as you throw your yes back a bit, eyes rolling as your balls tighten and empty a load into her, well, into the condom you have on. she hears a chuckle leave your lips as you look back down at her. your light pants fill her ears, to her, you don't even sound tired. what type of stamina could you have? "four," you state with a smile, licking your lips with the silent wish that you could see your cum spilling from her cunt and onto the sheets. her ass remains in the air, thighs glistening and pillow soaked with drool snd tears. you hum and slide the condom off, carefully tying it in a knot before tossing it in the trash. your lips part to speak before you hear knockknockknock! at the room door.

pulling up your pants you leave her a mess on the bed and walk to the door, answering it with an amused smile, knowing exactly what the person on the other side is going to say.

its the beautiful woman that was at the front desk, except now blush was evident on her cheeks and she seemed a bit more timid. "yes?" you question, leaning against the door frame. "ah, sir. we're getting some noise complaints, coming from this room. so i ask you to, uh—er, tone it down? please?" she chuckles nervously, looking anywhere but at your face. you respectfully bow. "i apologize, we'll be quiet from now on," you say calmly and smile sweetly as if you weren't fucking a bitch dumb a minute ago. the employee nods, sweat dripping down her forehead before quickly walking down the hallway.

"i told you to knock it off," you say and close the door before walking back into the bedroom, seeing her now resting on her back, fingertips lightly tracing where the buldge from your cock was. "miss it?" you chuckle, "well too bad." you pick up the phone and call what she assumes is your driver as you grab your wallet, leaving the check where it is. she gives you a weird look and you smile. "what? whores don't deserve aftercare, especially after that terrible service." you smile and grab a washcloth, wetting it with warm water and tossing it over her lap. "your leaving, so soon?"

"hm?" you turn to her and smile. "oh, i have a meeting tomorrow, darling. can't stay here, i came for the pussy, that's all." you walk into the common area of the suite and grab your coat, about to slip on your shoes before something crosses your mind. you walk back over to the bedroom doorway. "oh, you can give my office a call. we can meet up and discuss what set you want to replace that one. look forward to seeing you." you wink and walk back. she hears you slip on your shoes and open the door, the heavy room door making a thud! when it shuts.

"asshole."

꒰ n: AFTERCARE IS IMPORTANT. DO NOT FOLLOW WHAT IS WRITTEN IN THIS FIC. i went overboard omg. but this is some good smut, okay. i think. idk y'all tell me in october. i promise yall im not an ass man lmao. however, we're going to ignore the risk of STDs in this fic. they don't exist!! 🙏🏾 ꒱

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[ofoceansandtombsanew]

I Cherish You, Halcyon Days: i.

“You’re gonna die, kid. In the worst way possible.”

tags: afab!reader (she/her), angst, slow burn

pairing: gojou x reader + onesided!getou x reader

summary: You’re 15 years old when you’re told you’re going to die. You’re 17 years old when you realize who your killer will be. And you’re 17 years old when you make peace with the fact you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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"[First]... [First]. Hey wake up!"

You blink blearily, just barely catching your chin with your palm. "Sorry," you mumble, closing your eyes once more. You open them once more when Shoko raps her knuckles against your desk again. "'m still kinda out of it."

Yours was the start to a very trying day.

First and foremost, you overslept and missed breakfast.

You were still tired.

And most irritating of all, you had a headache ー you forgot to drink water before and after going to bed, sue you.

While you're still cognizant, you whip out your phone to text your friends. What a waste, you sigh. There aren't any missions to go on today either. Originally your plan was to head out once classes were over for the day and meet up with your non-sorcerer friends in the city. Eat at Johnny's, maybe go to an arcade and watch a movie with the money you had leftover. With how you're feeling presently though, you much preferred laying down and immediately going to sleep. "This sucks," you fail to fight back on a yawn. "I wanted to see what's been going on with everybody from my old school too." You yawn again.

Me: I'm not gonna be able to make it, sorry. Can we meet up another time instead? Have fun without me (T^T)

Chinatsu: aww that sucks. Do you think you'll be free next weekend? We can do something for your birthday!

Your smile is small yet doubtful as you text back an 'I promised my aunt that I'd visit her next weekend to celebrate so it might be a while til then.'

If there's one simultaneous benefit and drawback to attending Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, it's that your schedule is sporadic enough that you it's never consistent what you might be doing on a day-to-day basis let alone week-to-week. Some mornings you'll find out classes are canceled for the next few days and other times you think you're home free to bullshit for the weekend only for Fujioka-sensei to pop up and say you and Shoko have a mission that'll take up the entirety of your free time. As far as your old friends from Tsubame High were concerned though, you somehow got yourself a scholarship for a bigshot religious school with a limited number of students and hellish expectations for said students.

"Look at [First] getting herself into some fancy rich kid private school," Tooru said when you broke the news to your friends you'd known since middle school that you'd be transferring to Tokyo Jujutsu Tech.

Chinatsu: Look at [First], not having too much time for the little people!

"It's pretty unusual for you to sleep in," Shoko's comment brings you out of your nostalgic stupor.

Me: Yeah who are you again?

"Yeah, I know," once you quickly type in your reply, you finally shove your phone back into your pants pocket. If there's a definitive benefit to attending Tokyo Tech, it's the customizable uniforms. You went for the boys uniform at this particular school. It felt like it would be the most practical decision when you'd be running around fighting cursed spirits. And with it being fall, the winter solstice being a couple weeks away, wearing pants felt like the best long term investment you could have come up with. Not to mention, you looked good in it. "It's not like I had any trouble getting to sleep though."

"Bad dream?"

"I don't know I can't remember it," you shrugged trying to recall whatever it was you were dreaming about. It's all hazy, not even the most significant parts scratching at your brain coming through the fog. "I don't think it was bad though. Maybe it was about my husband. I'm still mad they killed off his character in Anaconda 2 last year, can you believe that shit? He was the finest dude in the movie!" When you hear a snicker coming from your right, you shoot a glare towards the culprit with snowy white hair. "Like Inoue Waka even knows who you are, please shut up."

"At least my celebrity crush lives in my country," Gojou snickers back with a shit-eating grin. "Running into Morris Chestnut in Japan? Doesn't seem all that likely. Ah the delusions of young children."

"You are literally only two days older than me, you are making this way too big a deal."

Although Suguru releases a breath of exasperation, there's a smile gracing his features. "Well you can't be that tired if the two of you can bicker like this. Just try not to tear each other apart next week when the party hits. It's your special day after all."

Ah yes, the party. The brilliant idea that the first and second year teachers, Fujioka and Yaga, came up with on the fly yesterday on December 1st.

When you were told that there was a small number of students at this school, you didn't realize how little there would be going in. Among the first year students, you're quite literally only one of four. The previous second year student, Okita, died two months ago leaving the current number of second year students at 0. There's quite literally only two third year students in Utahime and Mei Mei. And as for 4th year students, there is only one ー Yamada.

The ratio of non-jujutsu sorcerer to sorcerer was shockingly out of balanced if there were only seven students at your school. Because of that, the teachers made sure to celebrate every student's birthday. A party, cake, presents, the whole shebang. No class, no missions. Just a day of setting up the dorms for a party while the one turning a year older had to either leave campus and wander around until it was time for their party, or sit around doing nothing around campus until someone came to get them.

It wasn't too long ago when you were all celebrating Shoko's birthday on the 27th of last month.

It was her party with her cake and her presents.

But you? The teachers had a special idea in mind for you. Because in a school of seven students where two of them were born within days of each other, why have two separate parties when you could make it one and cheapen the cost?

One party with one cake and a mixture of presents for you both to tear open at the same time.

Gojou is December 7th.

You're December 9th.

They'll just celebrate both on the 8th and call it a day.

When it came down to it, you understood the principle behind the plan. You could even get behind it. It's just that if somewhere to ask if you liked Gojou Satoru, your answer would be an irrevocable 'no'.

Hell, you'd answer 'no' even if no one did ask.

Gojou Satoru is impossible for you to like from his stupid sunglasses to his shit-eating grins. Even worse is his arrogance. Because apparently, there's no one in the world of jujutsu you were scouted into that didn't know who Gojou Satoru is. Born merely two days before you, Gojou Satoru's birth changed the state of the jujutsu world. "He's basically like the jujutsu sorcerer version of Jesus," Shoko explained when you asked why everyone seemingly made a big deal over him.

I don't like him at all.

You're the odd man out in your class, though, you begrudgingly force yourself to accept all over again during lunch. Despite your less than stellar review of the boy, Suguru and Shoko got along just fine with him.

Gojou had always been obnoxious about the fact you were born a couple days after him when you found out you shared a month of birth. It is just that with your birthdays being right around the corner of next week, he is being especially intolerable. He even came to wake you up this morning when you overslept, forcing Gojou Satoru and his blue eyes that were partially obscured by his sunglasses to be the first thing you saw that morning. Clearly a premonition that today was going to be a mess when he all but sang "morning, junior, you're gonna be late to class at this rate!"

By the gods, I wanna punch him so much. I don't care if he's Jujutsu Jesus, he just thinks he's hot shit because he has blue eyes.

At the very least, you can rest easy in knowing the fact that the feelings of dislike are mutual.

Gojou Satoru is strong, it's an irrefutable fact no matter how much you'd like to deny it. He's strong and in turn, the strong are the only ones Gojou respects. You apparently don't make the cut.

And that's fine. Strength came in all sorts of ways. (An argument the two of you have already had with one another where Suguru said you both would just have to agree to disagree.) You disliked Gojou Satoru but you could live with the fact that, at the very least, you were going to be stuck together for four years. Because even if he was strong, life sometimes paid you back with small moments of grace where someone put the golden boy of the Gojou Clan in his place.

"Just so you know, Takamatsu Akira is visiting again," Shoko's voice pulls you back into the present.

You raise an eyebrow at the unfamiliar name, "never heard of 'em."

"He's a sorcerer that can see glimpses of a person's future when he looks at them," Suguru answers in her stead over a sip of his oi ocha. "He's apparently at the school today for some sort of meeting."

"Hands off the goods," your eyes widen in amazement as you quickly smack away Gojou's hand from your lunch. "Really? And it's all accurate too?"

"He's a major asshole, though," the white-haired boy hisses with a pout. You roll your eyes. I'm not sure how reliable your words are if you of all people are calling someone an asshole. Your incredulousness must show on your face because Gojou's next words are, "seriously! He only tells people he thinks have interesting futures anything about it."

"And?"

"Satoru's just mad because apparently his future isn't interesting," Suguru smirks, smugly welcoming his best friend's unamused side eye. "He told me about mine though."

You bite back a snort when your curiosity to know Suguru's fortune wins. "What did he say about it?"

Suguru touched his chin thoughtfully, recalling back the day he met the seer. "He said that one day I'll be stuck at a crossroads between two paths and make a life changing decision," he pauses dramatically and you lean forward in anticipation. "That's all he told me though."

Damn it.

The brown-eyed boy chuckles but he shoots you a look of amused sympathy, "he never really tells you too much about it apparently. I was disappointed too."

"Did he ever tell you anything about your future, Shoko?" You ask your class' resident slacker.

Shoko shook her head, bob gently moving with her. "I'm one of the boring ones too," she says with a lazy wave of her hand. "Like Gojou."

"Don't worry, my friends," Suguru places a hand over his chest and bows with far too much grace and humility. "I alone will shoulder the burden of having an interesting future. Unlike Satoru."

You choke, unable to stop yourself from chortling this time. Whatever Gojou sputters in his self-defense, you don't hear it over the sound of your own laughter. "Maybe he'll tell me about my future too," you sigh when your giggles subside. You sincerely doubt it, but it's fun to think about the possibilities. I want an interesting life plot twist, like the reveal I'm actually a long-lost member of some royal family he just won't tell me which one.

"He'll probably stop by because you're here," Shoko rests her chin on her palm. You were the newest in your class, starting a month later than the rest. "He likes seeing if new students will have interesting futures ahead of them."

"Don't get too excited, [First]," Gojou quickly rains on your parade with a lot of arrogance for someone whose future is apparently so boring a seer won't even talk to him about it. "I'm the most interesting person in this place and he won't even talk to me. So who knows what sort of reaction you'll get."

"Oh quit being bitter that your future is gonna be boring, asshole," before any other quips and gripes can be exchanged, the class door slides open abruptly. You look over with a start, wondering if it's your teacher when you see it isn't. The man is a bit younger than Yaga but his hair is already graying and his eyes are a deep green reminiscent of pine trees. You have a feeling you already know who it is and grin. "You wouldn't happen to be Takamatsu Akira, would you? Gojou here was telling me about his boring future soー" you stop yourself with a shudder when you blinked and realized that man was in front of your face and much too close for comfort.

"Now that is something," the man blinks owlishly, eyes almost glowing in his amazement.

Your discomfort flies away faster than a seagull with someone else's lunch, "really?"

The man leans back with a grin and a snap of his fingers, "really, really."

With that you look at Gojou and stick out your tongue and he sticks his tongue in return.

[First] 1, Gojou 0.

Suguru chuckles and Shoko grins and all the while, Gojou flicks your forehead too quickly for you to react. "Look, hater, it isn't my fault that your future's boring, quit trying to rain on my parade," you snicker, batting your eyelashes. "Mr. Takamatsu, I'd really appreciate it if you could tell me about my future if you don't mind. Before the naysayers get more butthurt than they already are."

"You're gonna die, kid."

With four words, your blood freezes and you find yourself blinking once, twice slowly. It's the matching looks of shock and surprise on your classmates' faces that tells you you heard Takamatsu correctly. Stiffly, you look back at the seer hoping for that revelation to be nothing but a joke, but instead you find yourself looking at a maniacal grin. That grin feels more like a knife in your gut. "In the worst way possible."

The knife sinks deeper into your flesh, twisting.

"Hey," out of the four of you, Gojou is the one who finds his voice first.

Takamatsu ignores the boy with snow white hair as if he's nothing but a minor breeze, "But," he beams like he's only told you that he found a discount at the convenience store. "Because I like you so much, I'll let you ask three questions about it."

"O-okay," you stammer almost instinctively. Like a zombie, you find yourself stumbling onto your feet and Takamatsu nods at the door. These answers will be for you and you alone. You aren't sure what expression you wear on your face as you exit, nor the expressions of your peers. You can't bring yourself to look at them as you follow the future-seeing sorcerer into the halls of your school.

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

In the worst way possible.

It's only once you're relatively alone that the seer halts his walking in the middle of the hall to look at you. "Feel free to ask your questions," he tells you. "Your classmates shouldn't be able to hear, even if they keep looking out the door. So ask away," he reassures you, waving his hand nonchalantly.

You glance to your left and sure enough there are three heads leaning out of the door, staring straight at you both. You can't bring yourself to smile reassuringly before you return your gaze to the sorcerer in front of you.

Three questions.

Your first question can only be so obvious. "Howー how do I die?"

Takamatsu's amusement is sapped from his face at that question. "Really?" He yawns with a shake of his head. "That's what you're going to ask? That's quite boring."

Boring? Boring?! It's my life! "Yeah but-"

"You know what, fine," Takamatsu sighs, crossing his arms. He recalls his vision in his mind for a moment before he opens his lips. "You're going to be killed by someone precious to you. Ask me something more… riveting this time."

You blink slowly.

You're going to be killed by someone you care about.

When do I die?

Was it an accident?

On purpose?

Why would they want to kill me?

You don't think those are questions Takamatsu will find intriguing in the slightest. In a panic, you ask the most original question that enters your brain. "Do I die… angry at them?" No. Fucking. Shit, me. "Wait, that was dumb don't answer th-"

"Nope, it counts," Takamatsu clicks his tongue. Maybe it's payback for your first question being so predictable and unoriginal. "And my answer for that is no. Your heart will surprisingly bear no anger towards the person who kills you." A revelation that shakes you to the core. "Well, one question left to go, kid. No more mess ups, I'll take it even if it's something as a dumb as a repeat question."

"Okay, okay," you exhale nervously, biting your lip. I need to think.

You know yourself.

You're selfish at times, who isn't? If it really came down to it though, you know you'd always put someone else's life over your own. You can talk big, you can snort when you watch a movie and say 'yeah sorry, they'd be stuck on their own. I'm not dying in a situation like that, I'd wanna go home'. But you know yourself enough to know that despite thinking it, your feet would inevitably turn towards the other person. Maybe you'd die in the end but you know you'd try your damnedest to get them out.

Why else would you put yourself on the line fighting curses?

Curses were scary.

You'd seen them you're entire life, unable to explain why or what they are to the people around you. Some were tall, some were small and some were so grotesquely horrifying that it made Sadako and Freddy Kreuger look like kittens. Being able to literally shield yourself from them were a saving grace when Rejection came in. Those curses didn't attack often, no they mostly just hung about before choosing some random poor soul to haunt. You just didn't want one touching you or your parents.

Things got a bit better when they sent you to Japan for the summer with your aunt. Apparently that's what happens when you live in a country with a more stable and organized force of jujutsu sorcery. Or maybe it was, begrudgingly, because living in the home court of Jujutsu Jesus kept some curses from wilding out the way they did in your home country.

Either way, your parents relented when you begged for them to let you continue living in Japan with your aunt.

That's how you were prepared for the night your class' test of courage went to shit when a curse showed up and miraculously kept the list of mortal casualties at zero.

But I'd like to think that in a life or death fight where it's me or them, I'd choose me. You shake your head pushing the thought to the side. You almost forgot the most important detail. Your killer will be someone who matters to you. But I won't be mad about it. If it was life or death, I'd choose me. I know that. Stranger on the street or a lifelong sworn enemy. And I know if I was killed by someone I apparently care about, I'd definitely be bitter about it. I'm not that forgiving.

Future you isn't in agreement. Your eyes turn to the ground.

Is it a life or death fight situation or an accident? You open your mouth briefly before closing it again.

They're precious to me.

They're someone I care about.

But I won't be angry.

I mustn't have been trying that hard then, you wet your lips as a light bulb flickers deeply in the recesses of your mind. You couldn't have been. How else could your future self's lack of anger be justified? One day, there will be someone you care for so greatly that even in a life or death battle, you'd still choose them.

You raise your head to look into dark green eyes dancing with amusement, a grin accompanying them. The grin morphs from clear to distorted at the welling of tears in your eyes. I wasn't trying. "I must really love this person, don't I?"

Takamatsu's grin grows even wider, eyes flashing in pleasant surprise. "Yeah," he leans against the wall, crossing his arms. "It seems like you do."

Tears roll down your cheeks like streams into a river yet your arms hang loosely at your side. "That's three questions then," you murmur, throat constricting. You inhale slowly, hold your breath and release before wiping your eyes. "Thank you for answering my questions, Mr. Takamatsu. Lunch is gonna be over soon, so I'm gonna go finish eating now."

You bow before turning on your heel back to your class, your classmates are still there. You don't really care to receive their pity or empathy.

"I'm gonna die, it's gonna suck and that's all he really told me," you say before anyone can ask.

It's hours after classes have ended for the day and you're cooking in the communal kitchen when you see Gojou again.

"Hey," Gojou says and his tone is so serious it startles you. You set your knife down on the cutting board before looking at him. His face doesn't seem right to you and it dawns on you a second later it's because he's frowning and it's not the usual childish frown you're used to seeing. "Don't take what that guy said seriously. Like I said, he's an asshole. He was probably saying all of that to freak you out." There's a pause and Gojou scratches the back of his head, looking uncomfortable in his skin. "So don't, like, cry about it. Takamatsu's a prick."

"Are you," you squint, looking Gojou over suspiciously. "Trying to make me feel better or something in your own weird Gojou way?"

"Someone has to make sure you aren't drowning in their sorrows," Gojou returns to his usual brand of cocky, with a grin. His sunglasses slide down, revealing playful eyes.

"I don't want the comfort then," you roll your eyes and return to chopping your vegetables. "Besides, I don't need it anyways, I'm strong."

"Eeeeh."

Asshole.

"We had this argument before that there's different kinds of strong, you jackass," you argue for argument's sake knowing it's a moot point to argue with someone who vehemently believes otherwise. Apparently he thinks belief in philosophical kinds of strongs is how the weak comfort themselves.

You vaguely notice that in spite of your annoyance, your shoulders aren't stiff and your jaw is loose. Apparently Gojou is good for something, after all. "Strong looks different for different people. A kid is strong when they act tough after tripping. A grown man crying and being open with his emotions is strong," you recount some of the ways you've seen people be strong in your life. You've witnessed strength in various ways in your 15 years of living. "… Even just living despite how hard it can be is strong. But it's whatever, I already know you think that's a load of self-comforting weak crap, don't feel like arguing about it."

Save for the sound of you cutting green celery and the light simmer of the pan, silence falls over the two of you.

"What did you guys talk about when he said you could ask him questions?" Gojou finally asks.

"… nothing important," you mutter back.

ー

When you wake up at 4:30 in the morning the next day, knowing full well there was going to be physical education that day, you decide to ditch class.

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Extra

In the oneshot I somehow fucked up the timeline by one year. In reality, Gojou was a 1st year in 2005 not 2004.

Also, in the oneshot I said the reader was the baby of the class. I was wrong again. Suguru was actually born in '90, not '89, like I originally assumed. Thus, he's actually the baby of the class. So I removed all mentions of the reader being the class baby. Still, you're younger than Gojou by two days so he is still rather insufferable about that, much to your chagrin.

Compared to the oneshot, now that there is more extended time to look into such things, there will be dives into the reader's non-sorcerer origins, family and friends. I would like to note that the reader isn't from Japan originally in terms of her nationality, but that will be covered in future chapters. Regardless, the reader is ethnically ambiguous for the self-insert convenience!

#look she's writing #jjk x reader #gojou x reader #gojo x reader #getou x reader #geto x reader #i cherish you halcyon days

[ohisms]

↪     𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑬 .    (   a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  the  2022  supermassive  game  “ the devil in me ” .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .  spoilers  &  mature  themes  are  present .  ) 

i bet you can see a hundred miles from the top .

you mean you’re not weary of me after an entire day of marriage ?

are we the only ones here ?

that’s no way to run a business .

that’s my [ name ] ,  always finding that silver lining .

my attention was needed elsewhere .

i promise from here on out ,  it will be nothing but silver linings .

today is a very special day for us .

i’m starting to think i’ve gone  &  married a thrill seeker .

are we looking for excitement ?

see what happens when you chase a thrill ?

if you’ll excuse me ,  i have work to return to .

i’m sure we’ll see each other again soon .

this feels like some sort of treacherous plot .

close your eyes ,  &  face the mirror .

aren’t you clever  &  romantic ?

don’t fight it  ...  it’ll only hurt more if you do .

you’re only prolonging the inevitable .

what have you done ?!

you’re wasting your last chance to tell him that you love him .

it’s so good to have company .  for a long time ,  i was on my own .

i can barely recall a time when i was not here .

what good are stories without someone to experience them ?

art can elicit all sorts of reactions .

you’re responsible for what happens .  you’re culpable .

i can’t interfere ,  that’s very much against the rules .

it’s tough being honest when it means everyone just thinks you’re a bitch .

i’m sick of being on my own .

it’s a fucking mess ,  to be honest with you .

i think we’ve heard quite enough .

i was born with the devil in me .

i could not help the fact that i was a murderer any more than a poet can help the inspiration to sing .

just being dead ain’t enough to stop me from killing again .

actually ,  it’s what i can do for you .

do you know where we’re going ,  exactly ?

it was 100% your fault .  you fly by the seat of your ass .

was this part of the plan ?  did you know about this ?

i figured we needed all the help we could get .

downtime ?  why would you want to do that ?

i’ve got a lot going on at the moment ,  [ name ] .

you got any family you can go bother ?

‘ married to the job ’ ...  how’s that marriage working out ?

we agreed to let that drop for the weekend .

sorry for giving you a hard time .

christ ,  what the hell is that ?

it’s gonna be okay ,  it’s all gonna be okay .

i’ll explain everything later .

are you sure ?  ‘cos you don’t seem sure .

i’m charming ,  &  you can hotwire your way past security .

hey ,  can i ask you something  &  get a straight answer ?

shh ,  get down !

this is ridiculous ,  there’s nothing out here .

i heard you were looking for a new place .

if i wanted to go on nature hikes ,  i wouldn’t have moved to the city .

you can do it .  eyes forward ,  don’t look down .

you always knew how to get me through the shit ,  didn’t you ?

maybe this won’t be a waste of a weekend .

i told you this was a good plan ,  didn’t i ?

you’ve been out  &  about all day ,  &  i have to sit here worrying .  gone all day ,  &  not a word from you !

i don’t think we’re the only ones here .

this is my don’t be scared song ,  sing it  &  i won’t be scared long !

scream if you need me for anything .

something about this place makes me wanna use the buddy system .

you talk in your sleep   ...   not sure if i ever told you that .

you’re cute when you’re worked up .

cute ?   ...  you think i’m cute ?

i try to pretend like it isn’t a thing ,  you know .

if my cheeks are red ,  it’s from this wine .

sorry .  didn’t mean to make you feel weird .

i’m fucking with you ,  i’ve been wanting to kiss you for months .

sorry ,  did i interrupt something ?

i can’t find my room  &  i need a fucking cigarette .

i’m not stressed ,  okay ?  do i look fucking stressed ?

this place is massive ,  surely there’s a pack of cigarettes here .

stick with me ,  [ name ] ,  i’m going places .

[ name ] ,  there’s something important you have to understand .

no ,  come on ,  you piece of shit  ...  don’t do this to me !

i’m supposed to buy  “ nothing ”  is eating up at you ?

i still think your priorities are fucked .

what about taking a huge risk  &  just DO something ?

are you trying to butter me up ?

we don’t need to rehash stuff ,  let’s just work .

you’re only asking me ‘cos your arms are too short for a good selfie angle .

maybe we should just add this topic to our  “ discussion no - fly zone ”  list .

shit ,  that scared the fuck out of me .

at some point ,  you have to give up the ghost .

you’ve been doing your research ,  haven’t you ?

are you taking a survey or trying to learn something ?

would it kill you to be direct ?

you want to know what inspired me ?  as if i wasn’t the original ?

you look amazing ,  as usual .

i heard enough ,  thank you ,  i know what betrayal sounds like .

i’m not blind ,  i know what i saw .

this could work to our advantage .

am i the only one that’s getting really freaked out by this place ?

can you stop trying to make this worse ?

don’t come crying to me if you end up dead .

choices ,   [ name ] ,  make better choices .

this is your own damn fault .

it’s all about the honey trap .

you bring me some smokes ?  like i asked ?

that’s what i remember most .  those screams .

you’ll never really know how it feels to watch the fire burn out of somebody .

thanks for that stuff you said at dinner .  it was nice to hear .

we’re all on the same side ,  sometimes we forget .

get me out of here !  i can’t see a thing !

count your breaths .  one,  two,  three,  in  ...

how very rude ,  not to stay for dinner .

i can only observe ,  &  it can be  ...  frustrating to watch .

in some ways ,  i envy you .

something is very not right here .

i’ve been waiting on you for ages to actually make a decision about something ,  anything ,   &  now this is when you suddenly choose to take a stand ?

your delusions make for such great plans .

would it kill you to think positively just once ?

it’s not even the worst idea i’ve had this evening .

don’t go patting yourself on the back ,  i still think your priorities are fucked .

i can care about more than one thing at a time .

working this job has made me really understand what a sociopath is .

you always assume the worst .

help me !   please  --  please ,  i’ll do anything !

maybe you’re right ,  but you don’t need to be an asshole about it .

i guess i was holding out for things to change with us .

i have never once shied away from telling you where my priorities were .

i have to live with it every day  &  now someone knows .

someone WANTED me to find this .

you have to get the fuck out ANY way you can .  just get the FUCK OUT !

are you losing your shit ?  ‘cos i don’t need that right now .

maybe we just focus on one thing at a time .

[ name ]  ...  i found a way out ,  maybe .

i don’t know what i was expecting .

what the fuck is this ?

[ name ] ,  what are you doing ?  just stay back .

no way this is happening .

it’s gotta be fake  ...  a prop ,  or from  ...  an animal or something .

it can be difficult working with someone you’ve been involved with .

i think we can bust through this thing .

i’ve had enough of this shit ,  what the hell is going on ?

the walls are moving again .

i’m not a fuckin’ lab rat here for your amusement !

don’t look at me like that .  you know i’m right .  you get it .

you got to do something that matters .

think of the most profound thing you’ve ever done .

i see the gleam in your eye ,  [ name ] .  you can’t fool me .

there  ...  there you are .  i see you now .

bare hands can feel good ,  huh ?  but the blade makes for such a prettier picture .

how far down does it go ?

there’s blood everywhere ,  &  ...  &  a body .

one of us is going to have to be bait .

you could use that as a weapon if need be .

what an excruciating way to go .

people can surprise you sometimes .

as always ,  i’ll be watching very closely .

hurry the fuck up !

it’s a forest ,  it could be anything .

can you not freak me out even more than i already am ?

i wasn’t expecting you .

you’re a selfish monster  ...  always have been .

predictable little shit ,  i know you .

[ name ] !  i thought i lost you .

all good things must come to an end .

can you find your own way out ?

i have no doubt we’ll meet again in the future .

#yeah okay i got 3/5 of them killed #WHOOPS ? #rp meme #rp prompt #inbox meme #rp inbox meme

[les-pompiers118]

Last call for sin

900 words | rated Teen | Buck angst

A 1x01 coda ficlet for @911hiatus's week one prompt, "hunger." Title from All These Things That I've Done by The Killers, which is a perfect song for pilot Buck (in my humble opinion).

He managed the drive home okay—hands tight around the steering wheel, radio on too loud to keep his thoughts at bay, but he made it. He just put his mind on autopilot and drove. But now that he’s safely on his own front porch, fiddling with the keys in his jacket pocket, Buck feels like he can’t breathe. As if there’s a snake wrapped around his ribcage, squeezing.

He inhales sharply through his nose, then exhales more slowly from his mouth, talking himself through it like he’s his own patient. In… and out. There you go. You’re okay. On the far end of the porch, someone left an empty beer can in the potted geranium that’s languishing between two folding chairs. Buck keeps his eyes fixed on it, both to ground himself while he breathes and to have something—anything—to think about besides what happened yesterday.

He almost lost everything.

In… Out… In… Out…

The front door opens, startling Buck into taking a step back.

“Hey, I thought I heard you pull in,” Kyle says through the screen door. He’s wearing flannel pajama bottoms printed with puffy, cartoon Christmas trees and no shirt. “You okay, man?”

“Yeah, fine. Just didn’t get much sleep.” Buck walks over to the geranium, plucks out the beer can, and hands it to Kyle. “You guys, uh, have someone over last night?”

“Not me. Stayed up late watching a couple movies. I don’t have to work until noon.”

Buck follows Kyle inside, careful not to let the screen door slam. “Sorry if I woke you up.”

“You didn’t. Fucking car alarm next door again. I’m gonna let the air out of their tires next time, I swear to fucking God.”

“I did not hear you say that,” Buck grins, then gestures at Kyle’s pajamas. “Look at a calendar, dude. It’s January.”

“Yeah, so? My mom gave me these. They’re comfortable. Yo, I was about to make some eggs. You want some?”

“Nah, I’m good, thanks. Not hungry yet.”

Kyle gives him a thumbs-up and returns to the kitchen, and Buck goes upstairs to his room. The house is quiet at this time of day, at least on weekdays. Weekends are a different matter. Buck usually comes home to find a few friends-of-friends still hanging around for breakfast. Buck doesn’t care, as long as the mess gets cleaned up and no one has crashed in his bed.

God, he’s so damn tired. It’s not that they had a lot of calls last night; he just couldn’t seem to get his brain to switch off. Four straight hours in his bunk without the bell going off, and he wasted them listening to Chimney snore. Buck drops his gym bag on the floor and kicks off his shoes without looking to see where they land. Clothes are peeled off, replaced with sweats. Curtains get pulled closed. Autopilot. On the way to the bed, he catches his reflection in the mirror hanging over the dresser.

And then he can’t breathe again.

This is not a family.

The next time you screw up, it’ll be your last.

You’re done, kid.

In the dim light, Buck sees all the previous versions of himself staring back at him from the mirror, all with the same birthmark and blue eyes, the same nose that’s just a little too long. Twenty-six goddamn years’ worth of them—and it seems he’s no closer to figuring out how not to screw up his own life.

“I fucked up,” Buck whispers. “I fucked up again, Maddie.”

His reflection pleads with him in the mirror, begging for sympathy, but the voice in his head is brisk, sensible. Maddie’s voice.

Okay? What are you going to do about it, Evan?

He hasn’t seen her in years. It’s painful to think of her, still patching up idiots like him in the ER and then going home to her dickhead husband. At least she has one less thing to worry about with her little brother out of her hair. Buck hopes she’s okay. Maybe even happy.

It’s hard to imagine her happy.

It’s been five years since he left Hershey, hungry for something he couldn’t even name. So hungry it hurt. But now he understands what he was seeking as he was crisscrossing the country in her old Jeep: Purpose. Something he could hold up with pride. And people who gave a shit about him. He knows this because yesterday he almost threw all those things away for a couple of meaningless fucks. Jesus.

So. What is he going to do about it? The first step is obvious. Buck sits down on the edge of his bed and begins deleting every dating app off his phone. He’s done. He has to be done.

He makes the mistake of opening the last app. Four messages. Buck scans the profile pictures, his breathing picking up. God, it was an actual nightmare of a shift. That little girl dragged out of her house, bullets—actual fucking bullets—pinging off the fire engine. In two days, Buck’s going to be right back there, facing all kinds of awful shit again, having people’s lives in his hands. And then there’ll be the consequences of his screw-up to face. Bobby’s probably gonna have him scrubbing floors for a month.

Buck lets his thumb hover unsteadily over GirlOnFire94’s picture. The name feels like fate. He clicks.

One last time. He needs this.

His hands don’t stop shaking for a long time.

#911 #911hiatus2023 #evan buckley #911 fic #my writing

[alreadyjackbestfriend]

can you write something about the reader and jack getting into a super bad argument about fame getting to his head? let’s say he’s treating the reader differently, not prioritizing his family, etc. (not that he’d ever do that ofc 🥰😂)

just another celebrity

GENRE: angst

i think i didn't really like how this turned out, but i really hope you do😭

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“I’m so sorry Maggie” you told your mother in law after you finished your second glass of wine.

she sighed, "it's not your fault, dear"

“I still feel guilty, it was my idea”

“this is only jack's responsibility" she reaffirmed, putting her hand on top of yours on the table, giving you a warm, but sad smile.

A few days ago it had been Jack's birthday, and you thought that the best thing was that he celebrate that day with his friends, and that on the weekend, he could have a quiet dinner with the two most important women in his life: his mom and you.

Thing is, Jack hadn't shown up.

“should we order?” Maggie said, taking you by surprise. You had thought that after her son stood her up, she would just want to go home.

“oh, I thought you wanted to go home" you confessed.

“we are already here, y/n, in nice dresses, in a nice restaurant, let's not waste the opportunity”

You smiled sadly at her, “okay” you nodded.

after having dinner with jack's mom, and doing your best to keep it from being a sad evening, you came home exhausted and upset. This wasn't the first time Jack had failed you in this way, and you were starting to get frustrated. Also, you never imagined that he could also fail his own mother.

--

You were already sleeping when you felt Jack's body fall onto the bed with a thud, not caring if he woke you up or not. You didn't turn around anyway, and when you felt him kiss your hair and wrap an arm around your waist, you could only clench your jaw and force yourself back to sleep.

The next morning, Jack was still in the same position, and you removed his arm from your waist without any delicacy, however, Jack continued to sleep as if nothing had happened.

you showered, put clothes on and went down to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast. when you sat at the kitchen table and started looking at your phone while you ate, you came across some photos that made you abruptly drop your spoon.

Last night you had felt anger, but now you could feel the sadness closing your throat. As you watched Jack surrounded by celebrities at what appeared to be a second birthday party, you wondered if that man smiling in the photos was the same man you fell in love with.

You began to remember the last few months, all the times that he had been late, all the greeting kisses that he had returned without taking his eyes off his phone, all the nights that you had slept alone because he was at a party that he couldn't miss because there would be that celebrity and that celebrity.

all those times it hurt, but never like this. You know it was DRAKE, you know it was DOJA CAT, and a bunch of other celebrities, but were they more important than his mom?

you kept looking at the photos in case you found Urban in any of them, or if he had taken some, or maybe some members of PG, but nobody was, so... his best friends weren't invited either?

“morning baby” Jack's voice made you jump, and he kissed your hair without even realizing it, quickly turning to the fridge to get something to eat.

“where were you last night?” you replied, not bothering to greet him. You could see his brow furrowed as he looked back at you.

“in a party?”

“And, by any chance, did you have your phone with you?”

“where are you going with this?" he asked, as if he was already bored with the conversation.

“we had agreed to have dinner with your mom last night, jack. we waited for you for almost three hours”

“I don't remember when we agreed on that, y/n, but I'm sure mom will understand, I'll call her in a bit”

“yes, she will understand, but not me”

“please, y/n, let's not make this bigger than it is” he replied, rolling his eyes.

you opened your eyes wide, not believing what he was telling you. "You really don't care about standing us up for hours? Don't you feel even… a little bit of guilt?" you said, gesturing with your hands.

"I'm sorry, babe" he said, but anyone could tell that he was just saying it out of commitment, you didn't see a bit of regret in his eyes, he wasn't even trying to sound believable.

"I... I don't think I recognize you anymore, jack" you said almost in a whisper, and you saw how he snorted.

"you're really making a drama, y/n"

"I don’t think so. The Jack that I knew had his mother as his number one priority, he had his usual circle of friends that he took everywhere with him, if he had commitments with the people he loved, he would arrive on time. The Jack that I met at least took his eyes off his cell phone when he greeted me"

"I'm still like that, y/n, I can't believe you're doing this scene for one mistake!"

"one mistake? one mistake?” you said, beginning to breathe heavily, as you stood up from your chair “and what about everything else I just mentioned? what about dinner with my parents a month ago when you were an hour late, or when I broke my foot three months ago, but you found out the next day because you didn’t answer the damn phone?!" you said, touching his chest with your index finger with each word, in an accusing way. After months, your frustration causing you to vomit words without being able to stop, “oh! and how to forget when you arrived drunk at your brother's birthday and fell asleep on the couch because you had been celebrating I don't know what with fucking Adam Levine! can't stand that guy, by the way” the last part almost made jack laugh, you were so angry that you didn't even care anymore if you mentioned things that had nothing to do with the matter, "oh, are you amused? So you still don't understand everything I just told you?"

Jack had never seen you like this, and with your last sentence he began to realize the seriousness of the situation, but not completely. he tried to hug you and tell you he was sorry a thousand times, but you didn't let him.

“This is not going to be fixed with a couple of kisses and a gift, Jack... I think I've put up with too much… you are not the person that I fell in love with, the kind, the humble and nice man that I fell in love with. Now you're... now you're just another celebrity” you said, before walking out of the house, leaving Jack confused and heartbroken on the kitchen floor.

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i think i found out yesterday about adam levine's infidelity… i live in a country that hates him so, DID WE LIE? 💀

#jack harlow fic #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow angst #requested

[xoxoavenger]

Drunk Under a Streetlight

pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

summary: But I knew you/Dancin' in your Levi's/Drunk under a streetlight, I/I knew you/Hand under my sweatshirt/Baby, kiss it better, I/And when I felt like I was an old cardigan/Under someone's bed/You put me on and said I was your favorite

word count: 961

warnings: drinking

cardigan masterlist main masterlist

That night, they get absolutely wasted. It's mostly because JJ knows Y/N wants to be able to forget about what her parents have done to her, to numb the hurt of their betrayal, but instead of depressingly getting drunk alone at the Chateau, they go to Charleston, just the two of them. They take the ferry and walk to one of the bars, laughing and reminiscing about how they used to come with their fake IDs, finding the places that didn't card and taking everyone and going crazy on weekends. Sometimes they would fall asleep in a park, waking up to officers telling them to leave, but sometimes they would rent a hotel room and continue drinking until morning.

"Maybe you should slow down." JJ says when she nearly falls of a chair finishing her drink. He's laughing though, and when she leans against him he knows it's time to pay the tab and find a hotel room. He doesn't think they'll continue drinking, not this time, but Y/N's had a rough day and he wants her to have the comfort of a bed tonight.

But it's too late in the night, and without them knowing everyone else has left and they're being kicked out of the bar. They stumble away, laughing and leaning on each other. JJ has halfway forgotten about his plan to get a room when Y/N runs ahead. 

"I have a song stuck in my head!" Y/N yells, one hand around the lamppost as she twirls to the music in her head.

"Oh! Oh! Let me guess!" JJ screams, grabbing her hands and spinning her around. It's two AM, but they are near a park, houses far enough away that they won't hear the couple's screaming.

"It's Taylor Swift!" She tells him, causing him to gasp dramatically and drop her hands, swaying away.

"I wanted to guess!" He wines, causing her to laugh.

"She has like, a million songs! I wanted to make it easier for you!" She laughs, falling to the grass on the other side of the sidewalk.

"I'm about to read your mind." JJ says, the street light making his light hair practically reflective and his eyes the brightest shade. Y/N is about to doubt him, tease that there is no way he could know that, when he stars singing. "I like shiny, yeah, but somethin' paper rings, uh huh you're the one I want!" He calls, and she can only laugh as he hums and dances, a splash on his jeans illuminated as it catches the light. She can't remember how it got there, but she smiles all the same.

"How did you guess?" She asks, letting him pull her up to her feet, the two of them singing out of tune and the wrong words as they twirled around, kissing in between words.

The truth is, she actually had Getaway Car stuck in her head. But it was cute that JJ started singing Paper Rings, or at least trying his best. They get halfway through Lover, which is easier to sing, before they collapse on the ground and fall asleep in each other's arms.

This time, they wake up abruptly not to a police officer but the sprinklers. They scream and stumble away, noticing that they've only been asleep for a short period of time; the sun had barely risen and the air was still cool, despite the summer. The couple grumble and take the first ferry home, sitting close to each other. Y/N was wearing JJ's sweatshirt that he had shoved in a small backpack that had shielded it from being wet.

As their headaches settled in, all Y/N could think about was her previous night. She left home. And sure, she hadn't been sleeping there for a while, but her parents hadn't actually kicked her out. All she could think of is that her mother didn't care, just yelled at her as she left.

"Baby," JJ was wiping her tears before she even knew that she was crying. She looked up, letting him put his arms around her.

"I'm sorry," She was glad that in the morning the ferry was only full from the OBX to the mainland, plenty of people going to work there. Not as much so vice versa. "I was just thinking about how my mother didn't even care that I was leaving. She only wanted to save face, that's why she didn't kick me out sooner." JJ's hand went to her waist, under her sweatshirt to rub circles on her skin.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. It's your parent's fault. I don't know why they wouldn't like someone like you." He comforts, pressing kisses to her cheeks and then one to her lips, even though their breath was sour.

"Probably because I was a terrible daughter." Y/N frowns. Maybe, if she hadn't pulled so many stunts, if she had tried a little harder, then her parents would have cared.

"Hey," How JJ knew what to say Y/N had no idea, because JJ never had the best parents either. "Parents are supposed to love unconditionally. They were like this before you started acting out. It's the same with my dad." He kisses her forehead and pulls her closer, hands caressing her skin. It's almost like he read her mind.

"Your dad is worse by a mile." She tells him, because it's true. But they both smile, if only because they don't have to deal with Luke anymore, and Y/N can't help but feel the love she has for JJ blossom in her heart. Her mother made her feel useless, weak, but JJ? JJ made her feel needed. She was important to him, and the fact that he made sure to tell her made her fall even more in love.

//

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj x reader #jj maybank imagine #obx imagine

[shina913]

On Tilt, Part 2 | KNJ

On Tilt, Part 2

Definition: a poker term for a state of mental or emotional confusion or frustration in which a player adopts a suboptimal strategy, usually resulting in the player becoming overly aggressive.

On Tilt Masterlist

Pairing: Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞

Genre: idol!AU; strangers-to-FWB-to-lovers; toxic relationship; angst; fluff; smut

Warnings: unhealthy/toxic relationship dynamic; cussing; pining; unrequited love; vulnerable confessions

Summary: You’ve said time and time again that you wouldn’t lose yourself to him. You were in control now. You were going to make better choices. For a minute there, you were able to keep up with it. It wasn’t ‘til Namjoon’s extended break that you found yourself falling into old habits. Will you ever learn to quit Kim Namjoon?

Word count: 3.3K words

A/N: You'll need to read Part 2.1 as I make some references to past conversations there. This chapter is pretty SFW. I don't go into the timeline specifics too much (in case I lose track and it bites me in the ass in future chapters 😂) but, let's just say Joon and OC have known each other for at least 5ish years. They've gone through this whole back-and-forth thing for a while so...it's shit-or-get-off-the-pot time!

“What about next week?"

“No, Namjoon.”

He grumbled on the other line. “How come? I can fit you in—“

“I don’t want you to fit me in.” You interject, not bothering to hide your exasperation.

“Well…how much time do you need?”

With a growl, you snapped into the phone. “As long as I want!”

“C’mon, you’re not being fair.” His tone was accusatory and a little whiny. It only agitated you further.

“Oh, and you are?”

That shut him up for a few seconds. Then, you hear a familiar creak in the background…it was the sound his chair made whenever he reclined it at the studio.

His voice softened. “Can I please just see you so that we can talk about this?”

“No,” you say decisively. “I need time to think and clear my head. In order to do that, I need a break from you, Namjoon.”

******

You told Lani about your much-needed Namjoon hiatus. You felt as if you were losing control again. You were back to setting expectations and getting disappointed and you couldn't help it.

“I thought you said you guys were back to…I don’t know…just having sex?”

You sighed deeply. “I just wanted to keep it simple. Now, he says things like, he wants to take me away for a weekend by the coast…alone.”

Lani snorted. “Welp…it’s not like that’s not happening anyway.”

“I know that,” you sighed again. “Is it bad I feel guilty for pushing him away?”

She smiled softly at you. “YN…you and Namjoon…I don’t think I can ever imagine a scenario where you guys don’t end up together.”

You scoffed and picked at your cuticles. “Jia would beg to differ,” you muttered.

Lani rolled her eyes at you. “Jia has her own opinions about Namjoon. She’s never seen how you guys started out. She’s never seen the friendship you had…and that bond.”

You and Jia met while you were interns at the same company. You and Namjoon had been sleeping around for a year at that point.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah…I remember she found it really strange that Namjoon and I would just meet up, sleep together, and then hang out like nothing happened.”

She laughed. “But that’s how you guys are. Jia has a whole concept of what a proper relationship should be…what normal dating looks like; true love and soulmates. I swear to god, those romance novels that she reads are getting to her head.”

You fell silent for a bit. Although, Jia made a fair point when it came to her thoughts about dating. She’s all about commitment, monogamy, having a clear set of rules…and love. There had to be love or a potential for it. Otherwise, it’s a waste of time.

“She cares, though.”

“Oh, I know,” Lani agreed. “We just want you to be happy, YN. She thinks you’d be happier without Namjoon since he’s so flaky.”

“And what do you think?”

Lani propped her elbow on the back of the couch and leaned her head against her hand. “In my opinion, I think that you and Namjoon want the same thing but you’re both scared to take a chance. But…what Jia and I think don’t really matter. At the end of that day, it’s what you want and your choice.”

She stares you down silently where you sat on the couch.

After a beat, you swallow the lump in your throat. “I love him, Lani…fuck.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you threw your head backwards, holding back tears. You’d been in denial for so long.

She scoots closer, pulling you into a tight hug. You rest your chin on her shoulder. “I know. I’ve known for a while,” she says softly. “Took you long enough to say it.”

When you pull away from her, your shoulders slump. “I don’t know what to do. I want him but…everything’s just so complicated.”

She then looked at you sternly. “If you want him, tell him that. And I sure as hell know that he wants you, too. I honestly don’t know why he’s being so cagey about it.”

Namjoon always played his cards close to his chest. One way or another, you’d get him to reveal his hand. It was time to sweeten the pot and hope that your gamble will pay off.

******

“Uhm–a-are you gonna get that?” Your client awkwardly asks.

Your eyes momentarily drift to your phone that keeps blinking from several incoming calls that you’ve been rejecting.

It was Namjoon. Again. He wasn’t deterred by the ‘do not disturb’ notification that had you blocking calls and texts from him.

He gave you space…it lasted…all but two days before he cracked.

“Nope,” you respond, picking up your phone and shoving it in your top drawer to avoid any more distractions. “Sorry about that. I should have done that in the beginning.”

He chuckled. “Looks like somebody needs to get a hold of you desperately…” Then they look around your office, which currently contained five different arrangements of gardenias, including a potted one. “Or…they messed up big time. Besides, isn’t it a little too cold for these to be in season?”

You responded with a tight smile, guessing that Namjoon found some obscure nursery that had temperature-controlled greenhouses. “Someone’s just very grateful for the book advance that they received from us,” you lied.

“Ah,” your client mouthed. “Would I be getting that same deal?” He asks hopefully.

Before you could answer, the office assistant, Emily, knocks at your door. You look up to find her with another vase of gardenias in her hands.

“Hey, YN. I’m so sorry to interrupt. These came in for you.”

You apologized again to your client for the interruption then walked over to your door to take the vase. You plucked the card out of the arrangement and flipped the top to read it. It only contained one word–’Please.’ With a huff, you set the vase next to one that you already had on one of your shelves.

You thanked Emily and returned to your desk, choosing to focus on finishing up this contract negotiation rather than allowing yourself to be distracted by the heavenly scent that currently surrounded your office.

******

Namjoon had stopped calling after that last gardenia delivery. You got through the rest of the afternoon at work without a hitch and headed straight home after your meetings. When you get out of your car, you find a familiar black SUV by the curb.

Just when you thought you were home safe. You curse under your breath.

You hit the ‘lock’ button on your key fob and proceeded to walk up to your building’s entrance. As you close in, the passenger side door opens and out steps Namjoon. He was dressed casually, in oversized jeans and a lived-in sweatshirt that had the hood pulled all the way down to where it stopped right above his eyebrows.

“YN–”

“What are you doing here?”

“Can we…can we please talk inside?”

You weren’t ready yet. You had a half-baked plan in your head and you didn’t want to fuck this up. “Namjoon, I really—“

“Please?” He looked around your block to make sure that the coast was clear. “Or–we can talk in the car? I can tell hyung to give us some privacy,” he says, referring to his driver.

You sighed. Lani was spending the weekend at her parents’ on account of her baby niece’s first birthday. Suddenly, you wished that she was here so you’d have an excuse to make him leave.

Instead, you relent and you take the elevator up to your apartment.

You tossed your coat and keys on the couch but left your heels on. You never thought you’d find Namjoon standing in the middle of your living room again. You purposely didn’t bring him to your building anymore in case some crazy fan takes a snap and posts it all over social media.

You stood facing each other–him, closer to the doorway and you, by the couch. You crossed your arms over your chest and waited for him to speak.

“Okay—you wanted to talk. So…talk,” you say with a hint of impatience.

He opened his mouth briefly but shut it again to gnaw at his bottom lip, looking conflicted as to how he should start this conversation.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry about what happened last weekend. It’s just that one of my producers called to tell me that this artist whom I’ve been dying to work with was in town and had a small window…It was such a huge opportunity and I…” he stopped mid-sentence. “Look, I’m really sorry that I had to cancel on you. Could we—“

It was the same tune, each and every time. You shook your head.

“You don’t have to explain it to me. That’s your job. You work odd hours, all hours–and you love it.” You sounded resigned. He always proclaimed how much he loved music and that he was living his dreams.

He shifts his weight on his feet. “Did you get my flowers?”

You rolled your eyes at the subject change. “Yes, but you didn’t have to go overboard and make my office look like a whole botanical garden.”

“Because you haven’t taken my calls or answered my texts. What was I supposed to do?”

You shrugged. “Go about your life like you normally do? I don’t know!” You stare at each other silently for a few beats before you let out a heavy sigh and grip your forehead, a migraine building up. “Look…can we just do this some other time? I’ve had a really long day–”

“So have I, but at least I was grown up enough to pick up the phone,” he retorts.

You scoffed at him. “Don’t start that shit with me, Kim Namjoon!” Your pulse rose along with your voice. “What part of ‘I need time to think’ didn’t you understand? Your response to that was disrupting my work week with your nonstop calls. And the flowers–” you groaned, regretting telling him that they were your favorite. “Now here you are, showing up unannounced at my place–”

“I needed to talk to you, YN! I wanted to make sure that we were okay.”

“‘Okay?’” You repeated with a sharp edge in your voice. You chuckle bitterly. “Namjoon, this isn’t exactly new for us. You live on airplanes and hotels for months at a time. And then you come back to town, hit me up, we fuck…” You throw your hands up then drop them to your sides. “After we’ve had our fun, we’re back in that same cycle.”

Years ago, you struggled with that. Were you lovers? Were you in a relationship? What were you to him? What was he to you?

“What are we doing?”

Your question seems to take him aback. “W-what?”

“What are we doing? What is…what is this?”

“We’re…” he stops, his mouth partially open, as if there was something that desperately wanted to jump off the tip of his tongue…but he just held it there. “We’re f-friends. Really good friends.”

You swallow dryly. “It might have started off that way. And sure that was all fun…when we were younger. But we’re way past that, don’t you think?”

He stared at you blankly as he let your words sink in.

You lifted a shoulder. “For years, we’ve done this whole dance. Are we or are we not in a relationship? We always table that conversation. But you know what? I’m really getting tired of it.”

You see his eyebrows crease from beneath the shadow of his hood.

“W-wait…? Tired? What do you…what are you saying?”

This was much easier the first time. You were dating someone else and it had the potential to grow into something more. You had a backup plan then. Not this time. There was no one waiting in the wings. No safety net.

It was just you and him.

“I’m saying that…” you sighed deeply, knowing that this could change things between you two. After taking some time to think about it, you’d made up your mind. You square your shoulders, straighten your stance, and look him straight in the eye. “I want more, Namjoon.”

He regarded you intently. You see his facial expression change, his jaw ticking furiously. It’s not like he didn’t want to give you more. But things were complicated…and this whole time you gave him an out for that.

After thinking about it, you decide—not anymore. You knew that he was capable of giving you more but you didn’t know why he was holding back.

It wasn’t the band or management. It was something else and you were determined to find out what that was.

He scrambles for an explanation. “The extended break is going to give us more time together. I’ll try to work on that, I promise.”

“I don’t want you to ‘try’. I want you to want to do it. Because if you can’t…or won’t…then we need to end this now.”

Panic spread throughout his face. He pulled off his hood, making his hair flop over his forehead and took two strides to close the gap between you. He placed his hands on your arms.

“Look…don’t…don’t end this, please. Please, YN…”

“Why shouldn’t I? Give me a reason.”

You awaited his answer but he seemed to struggle with his words. You shrug off his hold and turn around to walk into your kitchen. You grabbed a glass from the cabinet and pulled out the bottle of vodka that Lani kept in the freezer and poured yourself a shot, which you downed swiftly.

You turned to face him again to find him standing behind you. “Do you ever think about the future, Namjoon?”

You were met with silence again.

“Because I do.” You felt your nose sting. “I used to not care so much about it years ago but I’ve thought about it recently. A lot, actually. I picture myself a year or two from now. What I’d like to be doing…and who I want to be with.” You sniffled, in an effort to keep the tears at bay.

“Do you think about things like that?” Your chest rose and fell, your anxious breaths filling the silence in between.

“All the time,” he answered confidently.

“Really?” You watched him take careful steps towards you. He takes the bottle and pushes it into the far corner of the kitchen counter, away from you.

“Yes. I’ve always thought about the future…” He gently reaches for your hand to rest it on his chest. “And how much I really want you to be part of it.”

You sighed. “That’s not enough to make me stay.”

“I know.”

“So, how? How can I be part of this future when you won’t meet me in the middle?”

His grip tightened around your hand. “I’ve been unfair to you. Somehow, I always felt like you’d always be around and–that was stupid of me to assume…especially…that first time.” The first time you ended things.

“We needed some time to grow. I needed time to grow and I just felt like…I was stuck since I didn’t know what my place was in your life.”

“And I never meant to make you feel that way…that I hold you back.” He added immediately. “That’s why…” he sighed heavily. “That's why I didn’t really say anything before.”

Your mouth drops slightly as realization sets in. That was why he stepped aside. You thought that he didn’t care because he let you go so easily.

“You let me get away with half-assing things with you when I really should have been putting in the same effort…or more. It’s what you deserve.” His eyes flicked downwards and he hung his head.

“Hey, look at me,” you demanded. He lifted his head. “From now on, I want us to have an open and honest conversation about this relationship. I’m done with your whole spiel of, ‘I don’t want to define this because it adds undue pressure’ and all that bullshit. If you want me to stay, I want you to tell me…” you tilted your chin up. “Give me a reason,” you punctuate each word, repeating your earlier question to him.

The corners of his lips twitched. “You want to hear me say it?”

You didn’t flinch. “I do.”

“You want me to say how I’ve felt about you all this time?”

“Yes, damn it! Tell me!”

“Alright,” he says after a beat.

His chest lifted, releasing a sharp breath. “You matter to me, YN. You are,” he moistened his lips, “…one of the most important people in my life, if not the most important. And that’s not just a superlative,” he quickly added.

“The reason I’ve avoided the conversation is because…what I feel for you is so strong that it scares me, honestly. So I thought, if I didn’t define this…the stakes would be lower and maybe…it’s less likely that I’ll fuck this up.” His lips twisted wryly. “That worked out great, didn’t it?” He says sarcastically.

He exhaled again and raked his fingers through his hair. “Do you remember, years ago? When you first asked me what this whole thing was between us?”

You nodded.

“I meant what I said that night, years ago…that I didn’t want to disappoint you. But I did and that’s why you pulled away. You were right to do it. I was struggling to find a balance and I didn’t want to drag you down with me. After I thought about it more, I realized that if I ever got another chance with you, I promised that I would work my ass off to keep you in my life.”

Now it was your turn to be speechless. You’d told him as much the first time you ended things. You didn’t want to keep filling those gaps that he left.

You weren’t that young, bright-eyed university girl anymore. You were more experienced now and practical. Was it really going to be that easy for him? You couldn’t help but be slightly skeptical.

“What about your career? Don’t you need to focus on your solo album?”

“I do…but I will find a way to figure things out for us. I’ll talk to management and since the members and I are taking a break from group schedules, I only have myself and my own work to consider. I’m sure they’ll allow me that privilege after all the years I’ve given to the group, to the company…not to mention all of the money I helped bring in,” he finishes smugly.

So, was this it? Was he really going to try this time?

“The group, my album, my career…those are all important to me. But you are, too–on a whole different level. I don’t want to lose you again and I will do everything that I can to keep you.” He kept his gaze at you then let out a nervous breath, “As long as you haven’t fully given up on me yet? Can I please get another chance to make things right with you?”

You were apprehensive, but this was more than he had ever given you before. Much more.

It was enough to reassure you. You nodded softly. “Okay,” you agree cautiously.

His mouth curved into the biggest smile ever. The joy in it could only be described as the look a kid would have as they walked into a room full of presents on their birthday.

In his excitement, he dipped his head to kiss you but you immediately put your fingers over his lips and tilted away from him.

“Nah-uh!” you tutted. “Not so fast, Kim! You’ve got to work for it first. You said so yourself!”

His dimples deepened as his lips moved against your fingertips. “Oh, you know I will,” he said before he nipped at them.

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[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ( 18+)

CW: Pregnancy, adult topics, cheating

I didn’t think I’d get so jealous. But it’s my own fault I would say. 😕Nobody forced me to come here, where my ex and his (Ex) -fiancée lived together...

Nico: Sorry. But I put away almost everything that was possible. Her furnishings I can’t just let disappear overnight.

Me: What?... Um, no! I-... I don’t mind those furniture she bought or all that stuff. It looks great. Tbh, this is perfect! I just wonder, why didn’t it look like this in our apartment back then? I couldn’t even buy a new couch, without you starting to discuss with me. But you allowed her to change everything here.

Nico: Didn’t you listen to me a few mins ago? She bought all this shit here without my permission. I had no idea about it! I was playing soccer abroad. And you got a new couch back then. Just remember how many times I painted the walls for you. Hm?

Me: All this here looks pretty expensive, compared to our apartment. I kind of feel like she’s.... like Isabella.🤑

Nico: Isabella?... Hell, no! ..And she’s not wealthy like Isabella, if that’s what you wanted to know. Actually, she’s like.... you. Self-conscious, anxious, indecisive, a bit shy and.... sad. 🫤

Me: You must have a weakness for depressed women, ha?

Nico: You know what I meant. But she's not hooked, she has other serious..... issues. Just she’s not as cute and hot as you are to me.

Me: Yea, sure.... I just don’t understand why you moved in with her? I mean, you have a house! A pretty big one! An apartment was not really necessary. 🤨

Nico: Excuse me?.. Why would I live with my mother? You and P. also had plans to move together. Why is it allowed for you, but not for me?... Yes, he told me you chose him, when I visited him at his fucking college. So I had to move away, to avoid the two of you! But this here isn't her place. I was here before she and I got....well, serious.

Me: Sorry. I didn’t mean to. And I didn’t really choose Philip. I thought I had it, but.... no. I lied to him and myself. I always felt bad about you and he too! That’s why it was so easy for me to fall in love with Daniel. Frankly... I was glad that it was over with Philip. I didn’t want anything to do with you two, after I was with him abroad. 😒

Nico: That wasn't my fault, his ... Natasha bitch. I never did such a shit to you. But to be clear, I’m not blaming you for my own mistake! I’m sorry I asked you to sleep with him. I never admitted it, but.. the first time I saw you & him together,..... I wanted to kill P. ... Yea, now it’s out. I was jealous. Even though that damn thing was my fucking idea.🤷‍♂️

Me: And still, you insisted that I continue.......Hm? You know? But that spa-weekend was pretty nice. We should definitely repeat this. Just the two of us, of course!! Without Philip...... So sorry, N.

Nico: And I'm sorry for being crazy. I was so stupid to share you with Philip and pass between the two of us. I thought that would help you and I trusted P. Never thought he’d take you away from me. I was sure you would choose me if necessary.

Me: I chose you, but I couldn’t tell anyone. I didn't want to hurt P., so I went nuts and told my Dad.🤦‍♀️I told him the last 3 weeks alone with P. were hard. He locked me up not to relapse... and that you couldn't leave me alone, bcs I started using. I said all this to him... I wanted my Dad to get me out of that mess. Not really, I just didn't know what to do?...I was so unhappy bcs you had to go back to Italy. And at the same time afraid to lose P. But my crazy Dad sent you away, not Philip.

A bit later....

Nico: That movie sucks, babe. You really wanna keep watching this crap?... I’d rather continue with you.😏

Me: I gotta tell you something... Something serious. (🍼🤰 )

Nico: Daniel?? 🙄

Me: Agh, no... Anyway, let's talk later. I want you, too N.

Nico: From now on, you stay with me.

Me: She didn't even really move out here.... but I'd love to stay with you. 🩷

Nico: Then you stay, babe. No time to waste. I have so many plans for you. But most importantly, you divorce Daniel.

Me: This time, I’m not questioning what you’re up to.. I’ll do whatever you want. Besides, I have plans for you too. (😬🍼) And Daniel took off anyway. He doesn't want me.

Nico: His mistake, my gain. Such an moron!

And that's N.'s (ex-) fiancée. Stephanie.🤨 Don’t worry, she didn’t catch us in bed!!! But she was there! I didn’t see her myself the moment she came. I was sleeping. Nico was up. She came by to pick up her stuff, he thought. But she also wanted to talk to him and did not intend to leave. He didn’t tell her I was in his bedroom, he just asked her to leave. Nico told me she was crying and wearing... sleepwear?

He seemed worried and was somehow.... weird to me after she showed up at his place. I had the feeling, he didn’t want me anymore? 😞 All though a few hours ago, he wanted me to stay with him. He wanted me to move in with him. You know? However, I asked him to drive me home to my parents. I had to change & shower, so yea, he dropped me at my parent's house and said, that he would pick me up in 2 hours. I was so relieved that he wanted to come back. I was afraid to lose him a second time. Besides, I was pregnant. I mean, I haven’t taken a test yet, but I just knew it. Something changed in my body, I could literally feel it. It was like the last time I was pregnant. And btw, I told Nico what happened to me last year, about this whole annoying issue with my contraception. He reacted totally relaxed. He said, if I want a baby, he wouldn’t use protection. I really didn’t expect that!! 😲 I knew Nico never wanted to have children. At least not at this point. I was about to tell him, I was very likely pregnant, but I wanted to take a test first, to be absolutely sure!! I was so happy about N.’s composure on this subject. I already imagined our future with our Baby and all this. 🩵 Just as I mentioned before, the next morning, all this seemed to be in danger, bcs of that girl, Stephanie. 😓

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[cinnajun]

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a/n: i'm writing smth kinda long rn but i didn't want to go too long without posting so here this is!! if you have any shorter things/hcs you want me to write, feel free to request them as i slowly work through my other project :))

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mark

it’s 12:30 a.m, and your friend has just fallen asleep. you’d fallen into a habit of sleeping over at her place recently, and, without fail, she fell asleep before you every single night. this was a bonus to you because when she fell asleep it meant one thing, and one thing only: you could hang out with mark. you can’t remember how long you and your best friend’s brother have been sneaking around, and, by this point, all you want is for it to be something more. you want to finally tell your friend that you and mark go on dates every saturday in a town an hour away, that you facetime every night you’re not at her house, that you drive around the city at three in the morning and visit little spots mark and his friends used to go to. you want to tell her about the trip to the french riviera that you and her brother have planned out, the future you’ve planned out. but, for now, you’ll have to settle for your secret outings until the time is right. maybe that time will never come upon you, but at least you’ll always have mark when your friend falls asleep.

renjun

it’s your last year of high school, something you’ve been looking forward to since you started three years ago. you’ve spent the previous few years slaving over your textbooks, getting 100 after 100 on your tests, and ranking within the top two in your entire school. but, this third year seems to be your unlucky one. not only are you in the same class as your academic rival, but you also sit right next to him. what’s worse than that is that you are absolutely, utterly smitten with him. you’d never really spoken to huang renjun before this year, but now, you wish you had. the way he smiles at you, lends you pencils when you need them, explains to you the concepts you can’t grasp…it’s exhilarating. you thought you would hate him to pieces, but all you are is enamored with him. and now, as you sit next to him in the library, you wonder what his hugs would be like, what his kisses would be like, what you both could be if you dared to ask him out. it truly is a shame that you don’t notice the way his friends tease him when you come around or the way he so desperately wants you to understand that he feels the same way about you, too.

jeno

you’re not exactly the most popular person. in fact, you might be the exact opposite of the word popular. your friend group is small, your university prospects are wide, and your weekends are, for the most part, free. so, when lee jeno, the captain of the football team, asks you out on a date, you can’t say you’re not a bit shocked. so shocked that your only response was “what?” and a confused stare until he gave you a time and location. for the next few days, you drowned in absolute embarrassment while your friends lost their minds over the fact that the lee jeno had asked you out. they rocket-launched questions at you, things like “have you ever had a class together?” or “have you ever spoken before?” to which the answers were always no. even now, waiting uncomfortably at the designated meeting spot—a park in the middle of seoul—you were drowning in a pool of embarrassment and confusion mixed. meanwhile, jeno is across the street with haechan, getting the most intense pep talk he will ever receive in his life. he’s had a crush on you since your first year, and, to be honest, he’s a little shocked you even showed up. but, he won’t let this chance go to waste; after being in love with you for years, he’s not going to let this fade without at least three dates.

haechan

your childhood best friend is a lot of things: annoying, stupid, boring, a loser, and other such adjectives. so, when you and he started to escalate to being more than friends…you were a bit surprised. after promises upon promises saying you would never, ever fall in love with him, you even felt a bit guilty. maybe those promises are the reason you both haven’t made a move to make anything official, even after all the kisses you’ve shared and the sickening pet names you call each other. or, maybe it’s the fact that neither of you wants to admit that, yes, you’re actually in love with one another, because what if it ruins the decades of friendship you’ve built? the unbreakable trust you’ve fostered? what if you have a bad breakup, and your only support system falls away because of stupid, youthful decisions? you don't want to confront that, not now, not ever. so, until the day lee jeno catches you two being a little too comfortable with each other, you’ll ignore the talk you need to have, and pretend like most friends are madly in love with one another.

jaemin

summer vacations are supposed to be fun. they’re the place you meet friends you’ll never see after august 21st and live a life that’s not truly yours, where you shed all worldly attachments in favor of those few people you met three days ago. you’re not supposed to begin one of those cheesy, romance-novel summer flings where both people end up agonizing and depressed in the end. except, that’s exactly what has happened between you and na jaemin. the clock is ticking, and you’re both due to return to your respective homes in two weeks, but neither of you has acknowledged it. instead, you’ll act like nothing is wrong, and you’ll spend every waking moment with one another, cuddling on the beach and watching sunset after sunset. you’ll share room service meals and sit at the edge of the closed pool, quietly wondering what will happen when this is all over. you might have each other’s socials and phone numbers, but that doesn’t mean this will last after july ends. so, you’ll try to make the most of each other while you have the time, knowing that this is all finite and your chances of surviving together rather than separate are slim to none.

chenle

your life over the past few years has been insane. not only did you—a normal, commoner nobody—manage to receive a scholarship to the richest private school in south korea, but you also somehow ended up dating the richest boy at that school, zhong chenle. things happened so fast that you’re unsure as to how or why it might’ve happened, but, now, you spend time with him and his friends doing the most insane stuff. meaning, he’ll sometimes whisk you off on a plane to god knows where, happy to know that you’re there and with him. he gives you sweet presents you could never afford and treats you paying for meals like it's a sin to the highest degree. he’s almost perfect, to you, showering you with compliments and never letting you feel out of place in high-society situations. he holds your hand through every stressful event and helps you with everything you’d ever need. his parents love you, shockingly, and everybody he introduces you to seems to love you as well. he’s living a life with rose-colored glasses, and he’s letting you see into that life as well. so, while you think it’s too early to definitively say it, you’re somewhat sure zhong chenle is going to be the boy you marry, and you don’t think you can ever let him go.

jisung

you don’t like coffee. it’s bitter and gross, and it only tastes good when it's 90% sweet, vanilla cream and sugar packs. however, the boy behind the coffee shop counter must be the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen. so sweet that you can drink any amount of plain, black coffee you need to in order to keep seeing him. your friends make fun of you for your infatuation with the barista boy, but you really can’t help it. he smiles so politely and always makes kind small talk with you while you wait for your drinks since you’ve grown accustomed to coming in while the shop isn’t busy. he’s memorized your order now, and you’ve noticed the way his eyes seem to light up whenever you come into the café, even when he’s not taking orders at the counter. and, every day your conversations get a little bit deeper, a little bit more personal, you deliver the news to your friends with a smug look on your face. one day, park jisung will be yours, you’re sure of it. as long as you keep pushing, keep coming up with the $5.50 it costs to get your drink every day, he’ll hold the title of your boyfriend in no time. for now, you just need to persist—you swear you taste your coffee getting sweeter every new time you order it.

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[weird-is-life]

Missing you like crazy

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You surprise Steve, by coming home for the holidays

Warnings: a few swear words, fluff

Words: 1.2k Masterlist

(English is not my first, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes)

Studying at the university in a different state was hard for Steve and you. You were able to see each other only during holidays and sometimes on the weekends.

You missed your boyfriend like a lot and he was pretty much a lost cause without you.

So when you called Steve, saying, that you couldn't come home for the spring holidays, it crushed him. He was so excited to be with you after months of not seeing you.

You had a great deal of things to study for, you were already so behind your assignments, that you couldn't just afford to go home and take a break.

But hearing Steve's broken 'okay, it's alright, we can figure something out after the spring' broke your heart.

You couldn't leave him sulk and be like a kicked puppy the whole spring break.

I mean, Robin already called you like 5 times in a week to complain about him.

He was miserable, so you decided to surprise him.

You pulled a few all-nighters, by a few i mean like a whole week, and worked on your assignments. By the time you finished everything you needed to, you were absolutely drained.

You gathered all the strength you had left, packed your things and got on a bus first thing in the morning. Thankfully the bus drive was like 10 hours, so you had a plenty of time to sleep.

Before you left, you called Robin to find out where Steve would be. She told you he was going to be closing the store, so you decided to wait for him in his house.

When the bus finally stopped in your hometown and you were shaken awake, it was already dark outside. You spotted Robin waiting on you at the station

"What are you doing here?" you asked and gave her a tight hug.

"Well, we can't have you walking home alone now, can we?" she beamed at you.

"So what? You are going to walk me to Steve's house?" you gave her a confused look.

"You don't have a license or a car. "

"Of course i'm not walking you home, dumbass, " she playfully punched you in the arm, "we have a taxi waiting for us."

"Oh right, i didn't think of that" you chuckled with her.

"Come on, let's get you home" she took your hand and dragged you towards the car.

You flopped yourself down on his bed and watched some movie, while you waited on Steve to get home.

You were still exhausted, even if you'd slept through the whole bus ride. You tried so hard not to fall asleep. But eventually your eyelids got heavier and heavier until they fully closed.

Steve came home worn out, angry and frustrated. The custumers were pain in his ass the entire day, also he managed to spill his drink on the floor, which he had to then clean and above it all he missed you like crazy. He had such a bad day, he wanted nothing else, but to just go to bed.

He locked the door and kicked his shoes in such a hurry, that he hadn't even noticed your shoes laying by the door.

He loudly made a late night snack in the kitchen and made his way to his room.

But when he heard noises and saw the light come from his room, he almost dropped the food on the floor.

Slowly, he opened the door and was prepared to face whoever or whatever was in his room.

He wasn't expecting to see you there. This time he did, dropped his food.

He wasn't sure if you were really there or if he was hallucinating from the exhaustion.

It took him a few seconds to realise, it really was you, peacefully sleeping on his bed. His eyes got glossy and he didn't waste a second and immediately took you in his arms.

"Uhmm, hi Stevie" you sleepily said to his chest, when you woke up. You knew straight away it was your Steve.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing here? I thought you couldn't come" he pulled you away from his chest to look at your beautiful face.

"Just wanted to surprise you" you mumbled, still half asleep.

"Wait, what?" he couldn't comprehence, that you were actually there, in his room. He thought his heart was going to explode from all the happines.

"I said, i wanted to surprise you" you giggled at his confused face.

"But i thought you had too much work in school" he was baffled.

"I may have pulled a few all nighters" you sheepishly looked at him.

"You did?"

"Yeah, i couldn't let you be upset the whole break and i missed you too much" he was left for words. He couldn't believe you were really in his arms.

"You did it just for me?" he asked.

"Yeah" you blushed. Steve just gave you the brightest smile and started peppering your face with kisses.

"I guess you really missed me, huh?" you teased him.

"I sure fucking did. I always miss you when you aren't here" he wanted to pull you back to him, but you stopped him.

"You should go change this horrible uniform and shower" he really didn't want to do that, but he knew you were right.

"Rude" he said, "i just want to hold my girlfriend, who i haven't seen in months and she tells me to leave her alone" he fake frowned. You were trying not to laugh at him.

"The faster you get there, the sooner you'll get to hug me again" you pointed out.

"Ugh fine, but don't go anywhere" he still wasn't really sure, if it was indeed you there or if it was just his mind playing games .

"Before i go, i need a kiss" he smirked at you.

"That will be no problem at all" you smiled at him and leaned to brush his lips with yours.

"There" you pulled away with the biggest smirk on your face.

"Uh Uh, that wasn't a kiss" he was literally pouting. He was desperately trying to kiss you, but you kept avoiding his kisses.

"C'mon love, give me a real kiss, please" he tackled you under him in a playful way.

"No" you said in serious voice, but after you saw his poor face, you couldn't help but to laugh.

"You are so mean" he started to tickle you until you were begging him to stop.

"Will you give your desperately in love boyfriend a kiss now?" he looked down at you with pleading eyes.

"Come here" you gave in. You wanted to kiss him so bad, but it was fun to tease him for a little.

This time he didn't give you the time to try tease him again, because he immediately deepened the kiss.

The kiss mirrored what you were feeling. The longing for each other, the ache of missing each other, the love and the happines of being finally together.

By the time you pulled apart both of your hair was a mess and your lips was swollen from all the kissing.

"I miss you so fucking much" you softly spoke against his lips.

"I know, i do too. But we can do this, right? Just a little longer and we will be together for 2 month "yeah, you couldn't wait for the summer to finally start.

"Yeah" you nodded, "i love you."

"And I love you" he smiled at you.

Steve forced himself out of you embrace to go shower after god knows how many minutes.

But he was, not even 5 minutes after back in the bed, snuggling you close. You both fell asleep fast, very content to finally be together.

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Hey guys, thank you for reading. I think this is probably one of my favorite things i've written. Feedback is always appreciated. Also if anybody is interested in being my beta reader for Stranger things fics, dm me please.

Have a great day and stay safe everybody. Peace out ☀️

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[foreverfallingforthestars]

Going to You

I wanted to make this a longer project, but I don't have the time nor the energy to add to my WIP lmao. But either way, I really hope that people enjoy this cute little (not so little?) story about long distance friends meeting!! Also the banners I'm making for these are so trash but I'm rolling with it lol. As usual, let me know if you'd like to be added to my tag list for TOG!

Word Count: 2729 CW: cursing Read on AO3 Rowaelin Month 2022 Masterlist

Day 3 of Rowaelin Month Prompt: Travel/Vacation

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>> Look, it’s you! I appreciate you. *Attachment: a picture of a hawk trying to pick up a tortoise with the caption: ‘HAWKS. Born to make you feel smarter’*

<< Aelin. 

>> Yes?

<< Shut up.

Aelin laughed out loud as she locked her phone and tucked it away into her pocket before walking into the conference room for her meeting. It was always nice to get a laugh in by teasing her best friend when her day was dragging , especially when she knew that he wasn’t going to get his feathers ruffled just from a simple joke. 

Even as the thought crossed her mind, Aelin had to suppress another laugh. She wished that she could’ve seen his reaction in real time but alas, that was the way things worked with them — texts, phone calls, the occasional video calls. 

She had met Rowan Whitethorn accidentally a year ago, and if she were being honest, she felt as though the fact that the two of them had met was simply a stroke of fate, not an accident. 

It was one of many late nights that Aelin had been spending at work, waiting for a client to respond to her email, when she decided to waste time on Instagram, and as she got further and further down her scrolling spree, she came across book editor Rowan Whitethorn’s page about current popular books on social media and how social media was causing waves of trends amongst the book community. She messaged him about the video, something that she normally didn’t do. The most Aelin would do to interact with others online was like the reels and posts she would see.

She still didn’t understand why she had decided to click on his profile and message him, but that was what kickstarted their friendship. The four hour time difference between Terrasen and Doranelle made it so Aelin’s late night was merely Rowan’s early evening, and somehow they made it work. The single message had spiraled into a conversation that lasted for hours, and Aelin had left at nearly eleven that night, despite finishing the last bit of work an hour earlier. The next morning, she had awoken to a few more messages from Rowan, seeming incredibly hesitant as he wondered if they could continue the conversation. 

Aelin wholeheartedly agreed.

Soon enough, the conversation had moved off of Instagram to texting as they shared phone numbers, and then whenever Aelin was driving home from work, she’d call Rowan and they’d talk on the phone, and on weekends, they would video call too. Within a year, everyone around Aelin had spoken to Rowan at least once and they all knew that he was her best friend. They were essentially penpals, but it was also so much more. Rowan was her rock, her home away from home, and every day she would look forward to the moments when they could get a few messages in. 

To be fair, half the time the messages would involve Aelin teasing Rowan for being such a fussy, old man — she didn’t even care that he was thirty years old, four years older than her twenty six. There was one time where Aelin was sick enough to sleep through the day, and Rowan swore he thought she had gone up and died without telling him. Needless to say, he now had her cousin, Aedieon’s, phone number, and she had gotten herself a worrywart across the ocean. 

It wasn’t as though she would trade that for the world, though, because even though she had never met Rowan in person, she was fairly sure that he was her favorite person in the world, and the feeling probably extended past friendship, but Aelin would be absolutely batshit insane to ever tell him that, especially over text . 

But despite everything, she wanted to do something special for the two of them, so ever since Rowan had mentioned that he needed a weekend off away from his normal life, she decided that she would take it upon herself to plan the perfect little weekend vacation that they could use to meet up as well.

Aelin had booked the tickets to a small group of tourist friendly islands called Mistward last night and was waiting for the perfect time to forward the ticket information over to his email, and what better time would it be than to do it when he knew he couldn’t call her and chew her out because she was going to be in a meeting? Deciding to bite the bullet, she opened up her email, entered Rowan's email address, and hit forward before setting her phone on vibrate and pulling up a notes app on her tablet as the meeting began.

Sure enough, within minutes, her phone started vibrating. Discreetly looking down at her watch where the notifications were also coming through, all she saw was her name coming from Rowan, and she suppressed a smile at the thought of how angry he would pretend to be.

It took longer than expected to get back to Rowan thanks to the meeting running longer than the allotted forty five minutes, but Rowan had responded as soon as she did.

<< Aelin.

<< Aelin.

>> I thought you told me to shut up, so I did!

<< You did not just pay for two tickets to an island destination for this weekend.

>> I most definitely did, buzzard.

<< I can’t expect you to pay for me like that

>> Get used to it because if it were up to you, you’d never take a break

>> Says the woman working sixty hours a week?

<< Shush this is my moment to make sense

<< Just accept it! This is our moment to meet, Rowan

Aelin had to wait a couple of minutes before Rowan responded, and the entire time she was waiting, she tried not to chew her thumbnail down to the very nub, and thankfully she succeeded, but just barely.

>> Fine, but I’m paying for dinner.

<< It’s a date.

~*~*~*~*~

In mere minutes, she would be seeing Rowan Whitethorn for the first time.

In mere minutes, she would be touching Rowan Whitethorn for the first time.

In mere minutes, she would be with her best friend for the first time, and Aelin absolutely could not deal. 

She never realized that it could be strange, the feeling of meeting someone for the first time despite having known such deep and sincere things about them. 

She had known the pain of loss that he had felt when Lyria had died, just weeks after getting engaged to her, and he had understood the guilt she felt when Sam had died due to a drunk driver because he was trying to pick her up from a party one night. 

Aelin knew Rowan, but it was incredibly weird to think about how she didn’t really know him at the same time? She didn’t know if he cracked his knuckles frequently like she did or if he liked to twitch his leg; however, she desperately hoped all of that would change over the course of the next two days.

The two were expected to land within thirty minutes of each other (which was a miracle in of itself considering the time difference of leaving on a Friday afternoon) and had decided to meet up at the baggage claim area, and so there Aelin was, sitting on her suitcase with her phone in hand as she scrolled through Rowan’s Instagram pictures, trying to visualize his small photos as a real, live human before deciding that the entire idea was stupid and she needed to get her shit together.

He was going to be here in…three minutes, and she felt the pterodactyls rushing her stomach. Oh god, she could not throw up here. That would be such a bad way to meet someone for the first time. Instead of thinking about all of the nerves, she focused on looking at her notes app and checking through the itinerary of what they were planning on doing. As soon as they got out of the airport, the plan was to get to the hotel that Aelin had booked where they had connecting rooms and immediately go out walking without a plan to find the little nooks and crannies of the area with the restaurants without lines going out the door. Those places tended to be more authentic and not geared towards tourists. Obviously, they were going to do all the touristy things later on during the rest of the weekend before they had to leave Sunday night for the flight. It was in the plan that they would be going to the Oakwald Wilderness Park and swimming in the local waterfalls. After that, they would also be going to the beach and just spending a while tanning in the sunlight, but for the most part, Aelin wanted the chance to relearn her best friend in person . 

She was so lost in looking at her phone that she jumped when she felt someone touch her shoulder. Whipping her head around, she startled as she took in the man standing in front of her with a slight nervous smile. His tan skin was a contrast against the silver hair that Aelin had only seen through screens. The tattoo running down his left arm was exposed as well, another thing that Aelin had only seen in detail through her screen as he showed it to her through the camera. Finally, she looked into his pine-green eyes, and it finally hit her that the man in front of her was Rowan. 

Her Rowan.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, standing and turning around at the same time, nearly tumbling off the suitcase. Rowan grabbed her gently by her forearms to steady her, and they stood there for a moment. Aelin was aware that they probably looked like a pair of idiots pretending to be in a movie, but it felt as though time had stopped for her as she took in Rowan until she had the presence of mind to speak.

“Hi, Buzzard,” she greeted with a smile, her heart filling up with emotions she was starting to parse through and understand was excitement and happiness and the nerves of seeing a man she liked. Rowan let go of her with a laugh, but he didn’t go far. 

“Hey, Fireheart,” he greeted back, and she let out a laugh of relief. He was in front of her, and they were going to do this. 

At first it was a bit strange to be talking to each other in person, but eventually they fell into a familiar rhythm of teasing each other and talking about literally anything. Even as they got settled into their respective hotel rooms, they left the connecting door open to scream across as they unpacked. Eventually they made their way out of the hotel and started walking around. There were moments that she wished Rowan would just take a hold of her hand, but the more rational part of her brain knew that it would be weird. 

“So, this is weird, right?” she finally gave in and asked as they continued to dodge other tourists walking around the pathway as the sun was slowly setting, casting an orange glow over the buildings.

Rowan looked down at her with a smile. “Yeah, but it’s a good weird.”

“How is weird ever good?”

“I mean, you’re weird.”

“Excuse you,” she retorted in an offended tone and a hand on her heart. Rowan just laughed again, and Aelin couldn’t get over how rich it sounded in real life.

“I can’t get over how I can just reach over and touch you,” he explained, a genuine wonder in his expression as he poked her cheek gently with his index finger. 

Swatting his hand away, Aelin hummed in agreement. “I’m mad that you’re so much taller than me.”

“It’s amazing how you’re so small, honestly.”

“I’m tall for a woman my age!”

“Is five feet tall?”

“You’re an asshole. I’m five seven!”

“Yeah, tiny,” he retorted as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side to avoid a bike rider that she hadn’t seen until he was basically past them. “And blind, apparently.”

A meek, “Shut up,” was all that Aelin could manage after being pressed up against the hard muscles and ridges of his body. She didn’t immediately move away, but he also didn’t let go of her as they finally found a small cafe type restaurant without too many customers inside. 

Dinner was full of brushes of their hands as they passed dishes amongst each other, partially because it was accidentally, but also partially because Aelin still couldn’t believe he was in front of her. She had a sneaking suspicion that Rowen felt the same way because as soon as they stood up after he paid, he had laid a palm on the small of her back, and slowly, very slowly, the hand had moved to rest around her waist. There was a hesitation in his motion, as though he were waiting for her to move or to say something against it, but there was no part of Aelin that was against it. The lights of the night sky on the island, the fresh breeze, and the scent of the snow emanating from Rowan had her feeling the most calm and comfortable that she had in weeks. 

They didn’t feel the need to spend the walk back to the hotel by talking, and instead just basked in the others’ presence. The rest of the trip followed a pattern where they would talk when they had things to talk about but it wasn’t as though they were under an obligation to fill the silence. The new thing about the two of them, however, was the touching. It was normal for Aelin and Rowan to leave calls or video calls on when they ran out of things to talk about, just to have companionship, and obviously they couldn’t touch through a screen, but Aelin wasn’t expecting that she would constantly be looking for an excuse to touch him. Rowan never said, either. They walked arm in arm through the Oakwald Park, and the thought of the lingering touches to her bare waist as they went swimming through the waterfall still brought heat to her cheeks. 

When it came time for their Sunday night flights, Aelin didn’t want to go, but more importantly, she didn’t want to let Rowan go, either.

“I had a great time,” she said as they stood in front of a Starbucks in the airport. “I wish this weekend weren’t ending.”

Rowan raised his hands to cup her cheeks before softly rubbing circles with his thumbs. “Me neither,” he quietly said. 

“Is it bad to say that I’ve had more fun with you over the last two days than I have in a really, really long time?” 

“No,” he answered with a smile. “I did too. I also…don’t want to let you go. I want to keep you by my side.”

“Then don’t,” she responded with, as a last ditch effort. “I like you, Rowan. I really like you,” Aelin confessed. 

Her heart filled with hope as she took in his responding bright smile. He didn’t respond, though, with words. The pterodactyls were back as his lips brushed hers gently once, twice, before pulling back when they called boarding for his flight.”

“I’ll see you soon, Aelin. I promise.”

He smiled at her before kissing her forehead and squeezed her hand once before he walked away, taking a part of her heart with her. 

Until a minute later her phone pinged with a notification. Pulling it out, she let out a loud laugh as she looked at the email notification.

Congratulations, Mr. Whitethorn! We are happy to officially extend an offer for you to work in the Terrasen branch of our publishing house, starting in two weeks.

She didn't even finish reading the rest of the email before texting the man.

>> Rowan.

>> Rowan!

<< What?

She could practically hear the laughter in his voice. 

>> You couldn't have told me this sooner?!

<< It was too much fun seeing you upset over me.

>> Rude.

<< I'll see you soon, Fireheart. Have a safe flight.

Aelin snorted even as she tried to stop herself from bawling like a dumbass in the middle of a very public airport.

>>  You too, Buzzard.

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#rowaelin month 2022 #rowaelin month #aelin galythinius #rowan whitethorn #romance #best friends to lovers

[larabiatasstuff]

I dont supose you could write a naughty shower story with max parish please? reading your stories makes my day way better x

Aahhh of course you can have naughty Max in the shower anon! 🔥I mean who wouldn't want that? 😏Thank you for your request and your lovely words. That really means alot to me 🙏

Max and I had finally a free weekend after working overtime for a few weeks. It was Saturday morning and still kind of early. I looked at my sleeping boyfriend and couldn't help but smile he looked so peaceful. I got out of bed and went to kitchen to prepare some coffee, there was no need for me to be silent cause Max was a very deep sleeper. There could be an alien attack and Max would sleep through it. I turned on the coffee machine and decided to take a shower so I went to the bathroom, took off my sleeping clothes and turned on the shower. I stepped under the water and closed my eyes. Suddenly a pair of arms were wrapped around my body "Good morning hot stuff." he whispered in my ear. I turned to look at him "Oh Mr. Parish you're up early, how come?" "Well, I had two options. Staying in bed and thinking about doing naughty things with you or join you in the shower and do naughty things with you." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Excellent choice if you ask me." I said and started kissing him nice and slow but it got more and more and more demanding. When we broke the kiss he looked deep into my eyes "God babes you'll be the death of me." I smiled "That was just a kiss baby let me show you what else I can do with these lips." with that I pushed him against the shower wall and got on my knees before him. He was already half hard and it just took a few gentle strokes with my hand to make him rock hard. Cute little moans escaped his throat and he was breathing heavily. I loved seeing him that way he looked gorgeous. Without breaking the eye contact I slowly started teasing him with my twirling it the tip and giving him small kitten licks along his length. I heard him muttering something under his breath. "What was that baby?" I asked giving him my best innocent look. "Shit babes I do anything, literally anything but please stop teasing me. I... I can't...please just..." he was a mess at this point and I felt a little pride in my chest, I barely touched him and he was already wax in my hands. "Awww so impatient? But how could I say no since you asked so nicely." without wasting time I took him completely in my mouth. Hearing Max moaning in response "Oh shit babes, that's so good." I started with slow motions and got faster every second, using my tongue to give him extra pleasure. His hands were buried in my hair holding it in a strong grip,his whole body was shaking. "Please, don't... don't stop babes I'm so close." his voice was shaky and sounded so desperate, hearing that was so incredibly hot. I increased the speed and started sucking till he came with a loud groan. I got up from my position and wrapped my arms around his still shaking body." You look like you need a break baby." he pulled me close to his chest, kissing the top of my head. "Jesus babes that was... that was amazing. You are amazing. Give me just a few minutes and I..." but I stopped him by putting a finger on his lips. "Don't worry about it baby. We have the whole weekend and you deserved to relax a bit after all the hard." "You're the best girlfriend in the world babes. I love you so much." "I love you too Max"

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #max parish x reader #max parish

[cognitiveleague]

Cut for work venting / length / sleep deprived ADHD run-on sentences. Basically just using Tumblr as a journal for stress relief since I’m awake

Goddddd it’s past 3 AM on a damn Saturday and I’m trying so hard not to spend half the weekend trying figure out any response to an upset client’s most recent email other than like.

“Hon, I think you may have mistaken my polite tone and commitment to engaging with you in good faith with decency and transparency for some kind of inclination to bend over backwards if a client is not happy for any reason? But I think my colleague and I have both been pretty straightforward with you about what kind of help we can and can’t offer in this situation and Karen-ing about it at this stage isn’t going to change that, especially since we have legal obligations to your insurance company to actually charge you what they have put toward your deductible costs for this year, so instead of stamping your feet about not being happy with the cost (which I *understand* is a lot and we’re all broke and tired and it hurts, and which I fundamentally believe a just world shouldn’t place on the patient, but we live in the world and the country we live in for now and you are older than my thoroughly grown ass so we are both going to have to be adults and deal with that part) please fucking work with me here so Incan at least give you all the patience you need and the assurance that your credit won’t be affected as long as you stick to some type of payment plan or at least keep in communication with us about any issues with the plan, or it WILL become my job to send your case to a collections agency, which exists to try and get your money without giving any kind of a fuck and will ABSOLUTELY both add 20% to your already difficult to bear balance and immediately report the debt to credit agencies without batting one goddamn eyelash, and under no circumstances do I want to have to do that any more than you want me to so please help me have another choice in the matter”

Or, less charitably, “oh my god I’m so sorry, I thought you told my coworker you were upset to receive a bill for [pre-expected write off amount] because you were confused, but if you ‘already know how to read a statement and know the actual balance is [much smaller amount] and that’s what [you’re] upset about’ then you must just have been trying to intimidate the entry-level worker with the wrong number on purpose to see if you could guilt her into doing her job wrong and getting in trouble for you, my bad!” or “look, it sucks, but management is not going to view the one mistake that was made on our end as one on the scale where it would be appropriate to respond by lowering the balance significantly, like if I stuck my neck out even further than I already have for you there’s a slim chance I could get you a small courtesy write off but it’s not too damn likely and would be small enough to feel like more of a slap in the face than just saying ‘no, the balance is correct and I’m afraid it isn’t something that’s negotiable at this point’ , and since you’ve been sort of a dick to my colleague and me so far (because you seem like the kind of person who thinks it’s appropriate to throw a fit at underpaid employees until someone kisses your ass and pretends the client is always right, but unfortunately for you my instinctive reaction to rudeness is not to kiss ass, it’s ‘oh that’s how you want to play? Let’s fucking dance, then, asshole’), I’m not sure why I should waste more of my limited time and annoy my bosses for the slim chance of a small change that would still leave you furious and dissatisfied anyway”

or “I think there may be some kind of error on the alleged list of practices your surgeon gave you for the mental health clearance, because if the other practices can actually provide this evaluation at the out of pocket price point you insist were on that list, I will eat my fucking hat. Like at this point it’s cost our practice more than that much to buy the blank forms needed for your evaluation, submit them for you, and pay me personally (even at the mildly insulting rate I get paid) for the amount of work hours I’ve spent reviewing your case, talking to office management to see where I could get them to compromise for you out of the goodness o my heart, and making sure my colleague’s and my own responses to you have all had the right balance of ‘compassionate and polite but setting clear expectations for what’s realistic to be asking at this point’ and you haven’t even paid us a damn cent of it yet?”

Or “look, I owned up to the one small contributing mistake on our end in the interest of being decent and honest to you and being able to grant you SOME ground in compensation, and I really do get where you’re coming from, but in total fairness here, even the least competent member of our billing team on a bad day would have easily caught that and cleared it up for you before services took place if you had made any attempt to ask *us* (the people whose job it is to know jack shit about insurance) what it was going to cost prior to your appointment, but what you did was wait until you were already in session and then ask the guy who, I cannot stress this enough, is a wonderful person who is great at the things that are his job but has a doctorate and decades of relevant experience in *psychotherapy and psychiatric testing*, not any sort of financial field, and works for a practice where someone else handles the accounting and insurance stuff for him, so why the fuck would *he* have been able to instinctively notice that the numbers looked wrong the way we would have in the 5 seconds of your appointment time he could spare to check on them for you???????? How was asking *him*, during the appointment, ‘doing your due diligence to research the costs in advance and make an informed decision’, you absolute turnip?????”

#work vent #long post #personal #at least the office job means I can make whatever faces I want and take a few drafts to get the email right #instead of having to deal with this shit in real time where the client can see what my face is trying to do #on the other hand I would love to see her have to look me in the goddamn eye #and tell me that a single easily made non-malicious paperwork error #is worth compensating for with a write off large enough to mean the practice would lose money on her services #even before paying the actual fucking provider for several hours of highly specialized work #look right at me and pretend that is a reasonable ask that I should be able to accommodate #for fuck’s sake

[stormboundscholar]

An update

Days 35,36,37,38,39/100 of Productivity

Hi everyone, welcome back to my blog! I missed a couple of posts again (sorry for that) so I have a lot to talk about! The last couple of days were nicer to me so at least this one won't be too much of a downer. I am going to split the post up into two parts so that it's easier to read, let's get started.

Part 1:My day to day

I was feeling a little down the last time i posted. It's often hard for me to lower my expectations. Still, I think that it was important for me to realise that I may have been getting in over my head. Thanks for your support, I haven't figured out how to talk with commenters or reply to comments so I couldn't tell this without a post, but I wanted to tell that your words were encouraging to me.

It was still a little sad. I had school on Friday, so I went to bed and tried to sleep it off. I am happy to say that it worked.

Friday was pretty nice. They send us home a bit earlier on Fridays so I got home at 3, and I started studying right away . It was a bit boring but it was still really nice imo, as I actually finished all my assignments that night. I was free to do whatever I wanted in the weekend.

I am a bit sad to say that Saturday and Sunday went a bit worse than I expected them to go. I didn't actually have anything to do so I decided to study some maths. I took my study books and workbooks and I started to revise some topics that were challenging for me.

I couldn't do that for long though, chores interrupted me a couple of times, and I couldn't get back to work. I just got caught up with social media and also wasted some time playing a game that I found online.

I think that it should be OK to spend some time online but sometimes I get a little worried. I used to have a very bad Internet addiction and I have to control myself to avoid returning to my old habits. I think that everything is under control for now though.

Monday and Tuesday were just average. School days are usually pretty routine as I get home late and school isn't really a place to do anything fun. Still, it is a bit easier to concentrate on my studies in a boring environment so I managed to do a lot of work!

That's all for now. I have written how much I studied below like usual, so you can take a look if you want to. Good night everyone, and good luck!

Part 2:My Studies

Friday:

1 Hour of Geometry

1 Hour of Literature

3 Hours of Maths (Integral Equations)

1 Hour of Philosophy

Saturday:

4 Hours of Maths(Derivatives)

Sunday:

6 Hours of Maths( A mix of some topics, revision)

Monday:

1 Hour of Biology (atp production, fermentation etc.)

1 Hour of Literature

1 Hour of Maths (Binomials)

3 More hours of Biology (Plant Biology)

Tuesday:

1 Hour of Biology (Ecology)

1 Hour of Literature

4 Hours of Organic Chemistry

Overall pretty nice couple of days. Saturday and Sunday were a little bad but I think the weekdays made up for them!

#diary entry #self improvement #studyblr #productive #studying #100 days of productivity #online diary #100dop