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kleem-o · 10 months

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Choose me her : Gojo x reader

a/n: ok i keep seeing gojo (basically jjk) everywhere and i noticed i haven't written any angst yet so here y'all go <;33

"oh come on Y/N, you're being ridiculous!!"

Were you though? Was it so wrong for you to feel jealous, upset, betrayed when his "girl best friend" was all over him? And he let her be? It has always been like this, way before you and Gojo started dating, he was already "close" with the woman you wished to be would go away. You tried so hard to stop the disgusting green envy, the feeling of your heart dropping to your stomach, the feeling of starless lonely nights. But you just can't. Several times Gojo would tell you it was nothing, several times he said he would always choose you over her. Why should he have to choose in the first place? Why was she an option? You finally had enough earlier this day when you saw her all over your man, hugging his chest while laughing at some stupid joke your boyfriend made, at a little get together you, Gojo, and some of his friends had. You always felt left out. As if you were just some bystander, watching him have the time of his life, without you. But you fought, you fought hard. You tried so many times to get along with everyone, to get along with her. And many times you failed. It was as if there was some barrier you couldn't cross, a special bond that "best friends" had. When you and Gojo finally arrived at your little apartment, you decided to confront him about it.

"Is it so hard to just tell her to know her boundaries- our boundaries?! You know damn well what you and her are doing!"

"What the hell are you talking about?? She's my best friend of course we're close, look baby I know you think there's something more, but there really isn't! You're just overthinkin-"

"Don't you dare Gojo Satoru... Don't turn this on me! Stop acting like I'm the crazy one when you guys are borderline cheating!!" Your vision was starting to blur with tears, years of frustration finally coming out. You felt small, a small voice in your head questioning you was this really something worth fighting about, what if you really are overreacting? But an even bigger voice tells you that enough is enough.

"Okay look, you're just tired okay? We can talk about this tomorro-"

"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS TOMORROW, WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS NOW!! I spent YEARS putting up with this Satoru, YEARS!! And you can't even spend a bit of your time to talk about this right now!??"

"Look this isn't getting us anywhere, we're both tired. I'll listen to you tomorrow, let's just" you flinched away from his touch when he tried to pull you to go to the bedroom. He looked shock, only proving that he didn't know how hurt you were, how small you felt, how unimportant you felt. "Do you like her?" You were now crying, your voice shaking, though you try your best to hide how weak you felt right now, you tried your best to preserve what little pride you had. "What the fuck?? How many times do I have to tell you I DON'T. She's just a friend!"

"You're always with her!! And the way she's literally all over you??"

"That's how we've always been! Y/N, I knew her way before I knew you-"

"So what??? That gives her a pass to act like your girlfriend??"

"She's not acting like my girlfriend, god Y/N, we've been together for years, you still don't trust me??"

"Stop gaslighting me!!"

"I'M NOT!! I'm literally just telling you, this. is. insane. We've been through this a million fucking times, and maybe if you just listened, and trusted me, this fight wouldn't happen."

Your eyes widened as you couldn't believe what you were hearing. This is crazy. Every moment that goes by feels like daggers to your heart, every breath you take feels sharp, it feels like you could fall anytime now. "Is it that hard to just listen to me? Is it that hard to respect me?" You wiped the tears falling on your cheeks, you refuse to let him see you like this, you refused to bow, just like how you were doing all these time. Gojo brought his hand to his face as he let out a frustrated sigh.

"You're the one not listening. How am I supposed to avoid her when she's one of my best friends?? Aren't you asking for too much? I love you but I can't be friends with anyone else? Isn't this too much?"

"Friends don't act like that. I bet if someone was acting like that to me, you'd be upset too, but noo I wouldn't dare try to hurt you the way you hurt me." You were starting to shake with frustration? Anger? As your tears continued to fall. He took your arm to try and hug you "Come on Y/N, we can talk about this in the morning"

"friends don't act like that, why don't you choose her as your girlfriend instead"

"Yeah, WELL MAYBE I WOULD'VE BEEN BETTER OFF WITH HER THAN YOU"

Gojo shouted as his patience ran out, feeling nothing but frustration, why couldn't you get it? He loved you not her. Did you not trust him? But just as quickly as those words left his mouth, he realized how contradicting it was. Gojo felt nauseous as panic made his heart feel like it was running a marathon. Regret was evident in his eyes, while resolution was evident in yours. You had enough. The room was silent for what felt like an eternity, none of you moved, it felt like something was gonna swallow you both whole if you moved, like nothing could ever fix the damage done. You felt empty, relieved in a weird way, now you know how he really felt. The relief of your paranoia being justified outweighed the pain of being disregarded. But Gojo was the complete opposite, he's so scared. He couldn't lose you, he really did love you, so so much. He knew he fucked up but he'd do anything to fix it, he'd even stop talking to his girl best friend, even block any girl for you. He had to fix this. "Baby-"Just as he was about to reach out to you, you quickly left the apartment. Just like that. No words, no goodbyes, just shattered feelings but a head held high, you refuse to be stepped on any longer.

As you exited the apartment, Gojo was left all alone, and the apartment filled with loving memories of you and him felt suffocating. And maybe, for the first time in a poetic fucked up way, he knew how you felt, small.

Part 2 here

a/n: could y'all tell this was a bit from experience? lol

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cobaltperun · 3 months

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i have a request if possible ? for a tara carpenter x reader , or any jo character as you see fit , but in my head , it’s always been tara and no gf au-

so basically , if you’re familiar with 5 seconds of summer , every time i listen to them (their self titled album, specifically heartbreak girl) i always come up with like scenarios of r, mindy, amber and wes being 5sos basically and having r write that song about tara and how she’s always calling/texting r about the problems she’s having with chad without realizing that r is in love with her

which ofc leads r to go to amber, mindy and wes to write that song together and having them preform at a local bar/club or something because they’re locally known and tara, sam, chad and the rest of the friend group is in the crowd, being supportive- but once they hear the song , they immediately know who it’s about and just look at tara awkwardly , and- that’s as far as i’ve gotten

Heartbreak Girl

Tara Carpenter x gn!Reader (Request)

First of all, thank you for the request, it kind of just flowed out and here it is. I went with gender-neutral Reader since you didn't specify the gender. I hope you'll enjoy reading this.

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Word count: 2.5k

It was happening again, your only saving grace being the fact you weren't there with Tara as she sobbed. You could almost see her, sobbing into her pillow to make sure Sam couldn't hear her.

And it broke your heart to hear you cry. It shattered it even more that she kept putting you through it again and again. Always for the same reason.

"I know I should have seen it coming, but it still hurts, you know? I still love Chad, I just can't get over him," she sobbed and you stopped pacing your room to lean back and rest your head against the wall. You knew the story, you heard it from Tara countless times. Tara and Chad were in a relationship, they worked the summer job together and met Liv. Chad fell in love and broke up with Tara. The rest was history, and Tara, sharing Chad's circle of friends, and still being in love with him, couldn't move on.

One time Tara told you she figured it would be easier if he cheated on her. He didn't. He just sat down with her one day and said how he felt. Two weeks later Chad and Liv went on their first date and the circumstances kept Tara and Chad as somewhat friends.

"I'm sorry for being a bother, Y/N," she must have noticed your silence.

"You're not being a bother, Tara, I just don't know what to say that I already didn't tell you before," you bit your bottom lip, knowing full well you were lying. You knew what you wanted to say. You wanted to tell her you loved her, that in her heartbreak she kept breaking your heart too. Another sob made you speak before you could think things through. "Let's go out, just the two of us," you suggest, realizing too late what you were saying. "As friends, of course, just to get your mind off of everything," you quickly backtracked, hoping the explanation was sufficient enough, hoping she couldn't hear the nervous tapping of your foot against the floor, or the crack in your voice when you said 'friends' or anything else that could give you away.

Because, as much as you loved her, as much as you wanted to be with her, you didn't want to push her into another relationship when she was vulnerable and still heartbroken. You also didn't want to be her way of getting over Chad and nothing more.

"I'd love to, Y/N," it sounded like she stopped crying. "Thanks for being my friend and always being there to cheer me up," her words, even if you just encouraged them yourself, still hurt you.

"Don't mention it, I'm here for you," you brush it off, subconsciously hoping maybe, just maybe, she'd realize how you feel on her own. You had no idea how mixed the signals you were sending her looked every now and then. In less than a minute you went from proclaiming friendly hanging out to promising to be there for her. "When do you want to meet up?"

Tara paused for a moment. "I'll call you tomorrow at ten to figure that out. Is that okay?"

You nodded and then frowned when you realized a moment later you were on the phone with her. "Of course."

And so you said your goodbyes, and you just slumped into the chair and dropped your head down to the table. A bit recklessly you tossed the phone to the bed on your side and silently expressed gratitude that it didn't hit the wall or drop to the floor. You sighed and placed your hands over your head, feeling like you were stuck in a never-ending cycle with Tara Carpenter.

Against your better judgment, you grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and began writing.

~X~

The friend date went well, better than you imagined it would and you and Tara hung out an hour longer than either of you anticipated. It was a nice change of pace and for a moment you actually convinced yourself you didn't feel anything romantic for her. For a moment, you were reminded of simpler times, when Tara really was just a friend in your eyes.

The paper waiting for you at your table broke that illusion and you grabbed your guitar, maybe you had something here after all. As you sat down to try different tunes you sent a message to the band, Mindy, Wes, and Amber, asking to meet up tomorrow for an additional practice.

~X~

The four of you met up in your garage where you kept your instruments, the guitars, and drums, anything else you needed you would just rent out for a couple of days. You were still a local band, so renting still saved you money.

"Let me see if I got everything right. You," Amber pointed at you, almost accusingly. "wrote this song about Tara and you don't want to confess how you feel?" she asked incredulously.

"Come on, it's not that obvious," you defended yourself and pointed at a line in the song. "See? Chad didn't exactly treat her bad, he just broke up with her."

"Yeah, sure, one line is going to convince everyone it isn't about Tara," Mindy added sarcastically and threw her arms up. "It's there for the dramatic effect, Y/N! Remember?"

"She got you there," Wes wasn't helping.

You picked up your guitar and began playing the tune you thought would work well with the song. "Listen, I think we got something good here," you tried to focus on the song itself. "Regardless of who it was written for," you muttered.

"You're kidding, right? A sad tune? You're making this a ballad? No way," Mindy went to her drums. "This needs more energy," judging by the tone of her voice she wasn't budging on this. Well, at least she was on board.

"We are totally adding 'Thanks for being a friend' to the lyrics," Amber teased and you just groaned and buried your face in your hands.

"Don't forget being a sucker for anything Tara does," Wes joined in, causing all three of them to laugh at you.

"You're the worst," you muttered, too embarrassed to look at them.

~X~

Over the next month and a half, you and Tara fell into a bit of a habit. The first two weeks she continued sobbing, and you'd ask her to hang out. The week after that she just complained and you still asked her to hang out. The past few weeks she rarely even mentioned Chad during your calls, but she still insisted you were friends.

Honestly, just the fact that she seemed to be moving on as weeks went by mended your own heart. Somewhere along the line, you found out you were fine with the way things were.

You walked her to her house, the backs of your hands occasionally brushing as you walked. The accidental touches became something both of you were comfortable with, as neither of you moved away from each other.

"You'll be performing tomorrow night, right?" Tara asked out of the blue.

You glanced at her and your eyes met. "Yeah. Are you going to come?" it wouldn't be the first time Tara would be in the crowd. Tara, Sam, Chad, Danny, Anika, and Liv were all supportive of your band, so they regularly came to your performances.

"You're not really asking that, are you? Of course, I'm going to come," she lightly jabbed your arm. "Besides, Mindy might have told me you guys have a new song you'll be performing for the first time in front of a crowd."

That little traitor.

With the way things were going between you and Tara, you were almost tempted to scrap the song, but the other three voted against it. "No pressure then, it's not like we haven't had a new song in almost four months now," what could you say, it was a bit of a drought period as far as creativity went.

Tara laughed and just for a moment you thought you saw something else in her eyes, something similar to the way you would so often look at her. "You'll do great," she offered a much-needed encouragement as the two of you stopped in front of her house.

"Guess this is it for tonight," you smiled at her.

"Mhm, I'm glad I was the one to ask you out tonight, as friends, of course," she took a step closer and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. And then you froze when she got on her tiptoes and kissed your cheek. "Thank you, for always being there for me," somehow, this time she omitted the friend part.

"I," you cleared your throat. "did say I'd be here for you, didn't I?" you tried to brush it off as you usually did for months now.

The intensity of Tara's gaze captured all of your attention and for a moment you even considered leaning in. You didn't though, you weren't sure she felt the same, or that she actually moved on.

"I'll see you tomorrow night, then?" she asked, lowering her gaze to your lips before quickly looking away.

You noticed it, and you wondered if Tara could hear how loud your heart was drumming in your chest. "Y-yeah," you finally stepped back from her, and the tension you were trying so hard to ignore began fading.

~X~

Tara pretty much threw herself on her bed and buried her face in her pillow. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. What was wrong with her? Falling in love with you so quickly and almost out of nowhere. Especially when you so explicitly insisted on hanging out as friends. Perhaps you were insisting too hard to cover your own feelings? A girl could hope, right?

She turned her playlist on, hoping to find some peace in music. As if to spite her, the first song that played was Brian Fallon's You Have Stolen My Heart and she nearly chucked her phone into a wall. Groaning she turned around and tucked herself into a blanket. It was entirely your fault. With your charming smile and clumsy mixed signals, she could never entirely get a good read on them.

~X~

You were amazing on that improvised stage, just mesmerizing to watch and listen to and Tara found herself falling even harder. She also found herself ignoring Sam's teasing smile.

"Thank you, thank you! You are too kind! We'll wrap up the night with a premiere of our new song!" Wes yelled, hyping up the crowd.

"Let's hear an applause for Heartbreak Girl!" Mindy demanded, encouraging the crowd to interact with the four of you.

Tara was pulled to her feet by Anika and they both cheered. The name of the song, however, made Tara's heart skip a beat. Or was it the way you looked at her from the stage?

"You call me up, it's like a broken record, saying that your heart hurts. That you'll never get over him getting over you, and you end up crying. And I end up lying, 'cause I'm just a sucker for anything that you do," you sang, your eyes never leaving Tara's. It felt like there was no one else in the club but the two of you. But you weren't alone and Tara felt the awkward stares directed at the back of her head.

Did you actually write a song for her?

"And when then phone call finally ends, you say "Thanks for being a friend" and I'm going in circles again and again," now she had no doubt, that the song really was about her. She stopped cheering and just stood there, taking the lyrics in.

She saw you hesitating, probably since you noticed her reaction, and she just smiled. You smiled back and continued.

"I dedicate this song to you, the one who never sees the truth, that I can take away you hurt, Heartbreak girl. Hold you tight straight through the daylight, I'm right here, when you gonna realize that I'm your cure, Heartbreak girl?" did you...? Were you saying what she thought you were saying?

She wasn't reading this wrong, was she?

"I bite my tongue, but I wanna scream out, you could be with me now. But I end up telling you what you wanna hear, but you're not ready. And it's so frustrating, he treats you so bad and I'm so good to you, it's not fair," her heart skips a beat as you continue, quoting the promise to call you tomorrow at ten and once again singing the chorus.

"I know someday it's gonna happen, and you'll finally forget the day you met him. Sometimes I'm so close to confession, I gotta get it through your head, that you belong with me instead," the look in your eyes, the eyes that told her 'This is it, I can't take it back now' it vanquished any doubt she may have had about how you felt.

She just wondered how long you felt that way about her without saying anything? Definitely before you first asked her to hang out as friends, but how long before that?

~X~

The moment you ended the song and without any idea where the sudden boldness was coming from you jumped down from the stage and went over to Tara. You took a few deep breaths as you closed the distance and offered her your hand, the guitar still in your other hand.

Yeah, you didn't quite think that through.

Tara raised an eyebrow, clearly looking at the guitar, but then shrugged and took your hand.

"Uh, what now?" you asked sheepishly.

"Isn't that something you were supposed to figure out? Before you jumped down and came over?" she gave you a cheeky, teasing smile.

"I didn't think I'd get this far," you admitted, causing Tara to laugh.

"Just go behind the stage dumbass!" Mindy yelled, with the microphone still on. "And leave the guitar there while you're at it!"

You lowered your head and winced, trying to hide the blush on your face. Tara wasn't doing much better as she quickly pulled you behind the stage to escape the teasing.

You packed the guitar as both of you took time to compose yourself and catch a breath. "I really didn't think this through, did I?" you asked.

"No," Tara sat down on the chair near you. "You really didn't," she was fiddling with the loose thread on her shirt.

"I meant it, the song. Well, at least when I wrote it a month and a half ago," you decided to just be honest with her.

Tara raised her head to look at you, you could see hopefulness and uncertainty in her gaze. "What changed?"

You approached and sat down next to her. "I don't think you are still heartbroken," you took her hand.

Tara smiled. "I'm not. I'm in love with a clumsy musician that sucks at flirting," she leaned closer to you.

"Hey, it worked," you closed the distance, capturing her lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

"Mhm, how about we go on a proper date then?" she asked when the kiss ended and you couldn't think of any better idea.

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x gn!reader #scream #no ghostface au #band au #jenna ortega x reader

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diaryofasentimentalist · 9 months

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— i dial drunk // ex!leon

pairing: leon kennedy x reader

tags: angst, exes, drunk dial, very mild sexual content

summary: your ex calls you in the middle of the night to reminisce on the good times, but you'd rather not. (2.7k)

a/n: lots of jumping between the current phone call and their past memories so just mind the verb tense!

The ringing finds you in your dreams, a vexing trill that you can’t seem to find the source of no matter how long you search, that doesn’t stop no matter how long you wait it out. When it finally pulls you from your sleep, you reach over and silence the tone without so much as twitching an eyelid. The grating vibrations of your phone against the nightstand continue as the call finishes ringing out.

Another shrill tone startles you, shattering the silence as soon as you feel yourself drifting off again. Groggily, you pat around on the nightstand until you find your phone again and bring it to your ear, eyes barely cracking open enough to find the green 'accept' button.

“Hello?” you mumble into the receiver, eyes straining open. It’s pitch black. Nowhere near dawn. Good news never comes at this hour.

“God, I missed the sound of your voice.”

That voice you’d know anywhere snakes its way into your ear, straight down your throat and into your chest, where it settles around your heart, squeezing tightly. You’re wide awake now, burning eyes forcing their way open, pulse quickening as you lay still in bed, paralyzed.

“Leon,” you say hoarsely, your voice still thick with sleep.

Your name echoes back to you on a sigh, your chest constricting at the homesickness of it all.

“I told you not to call me anymore,” you say, measured and even in spite of the way it feels like you can’t breathe.

“I know, baby,” he says, words slightly slurred. “But I jus’ missed you… wanted to hear your voice again…”

“You’re drunk.”

It’s not a question or an accusation, just a statement. It’s in his voice, in the way he called you multiple times at such an hour. In the way he’s calling you baby again, telling you openly how much he misses you. Leon has too much good sense— or maybe just pride— to pester you when he’s sober. Even on the rare occasion when he’s run into you in public since the break up, he just watched you from afar, a strange expression on his face. Get enough alcohol in him, though, and he’s right back to the desperation of the day you first left.

“S’that obvious, huh?” he says with a low laugh. The sound triggers the thing that has settled in your chest to tighten once more, sends another stabbing pain straight to your heart as you stare up at the dark ceiling. “Sorry, baby. I know you hate it when I drink.”

“Hated,” you correct. It doesn’t matter. Even if he remembers this conversation when he’s sober, it won’t stop him from talking the same way next time he drunk dials. “I don’t care what you do anymore, Leon, so long as you leave me out of it.” You shift onto your other side, breaking through the strange paralysis that had overtaken you. The digital alarm clock on your nightstand is waiting to greet you. 2:23 AM. “But you can’t even do that. God, do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Nighttime?” he offers, sounding unbothered. “Did I wake you? We always used to stay up this late.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as an involuntary wave of memories floods through you. There were a lot of late nights when you were together. The lack of consistent sleep schedule never bothered you then. You were always just happy to be spending time with him in whatever way. Sometimes you’d be out on the balcony, lights off, clinging to one another as you talked on the wicker settee. Sometimes you’d watch late night tv, lying on the couch with him on top of you, nuzzling into your neck while you traced patterns into his back beneath his shirt. Sometimes you’d lie atop the mound of pillows on the bed, his head buried between your thighs as you gasped and sighed and moaned his name, fingers tangling in his hair.

“I have work tomorrow,” you say coldly, bidding the images to stop. “Goodbye, Leon.”

He cuts in before you can hang up, carrying on as though you hadn’t said anything at all. “Remember when you got that craving for muffins at midnight?”

Of course you do. You’d been having another late night with Leon, the tv droning on in the background while the two of you dozed on and off, when he’d finally suggested the two of you retire to bed. A commercial for some cereal came on just before the screen went black, and the second you saw the mock breakfast spread, that was it. You needed a muffin. Leon laughed off your suggestion at first. As soon as he realized how serious you were, though, he’d pulled you up and to the kitchen, and you’d gotten to work. His offers to help you culminated in him keeping a hand firmly planted on your waist at all times, watching you measure the ingredients out, and kissing the back of your head every so often. But you were at his apartment, and he wasn’t much of a baker, and so you’d only realized halfway through that he didn’t have all of the things you needed, no brown sugar or vanilla or even cinnamon.

Feeling defeated, you’d relented that you could just finish tomorrow. Wordlessly, Leon left the kitchen, returning a moment later with his keys jingling around his finger and tossing you a jacket. He took you to the nearest 24-hour supermarket, your hand never dropping his as you led him along the aisles, giggling. Even now, you recall the distinct domesticity of it all, how you’d felt so normal, like you could have a real life with him some day.

Leon kept a hand on your thigh the whole drive back, taking the long way home just to prolong the moment, and you were so glad you could watch the wind from the open windows rifle through his hair just a little longer, drink in the sight of the passing street lights flickering across his skin. When you finally got home, he was touchier than before as you finished your baking expedition. The moment the tray was in the oven you were upon him, legs wrapped around his waist as he hoisted you onto the counter, pulling you closer, always closer. You’d been so distracted that you’d let the muffins bake a little too long until the smell reminded you what you’d stayed up for. The edges had started to burn, the cinnamon crumble on top hardening just a bit too much, and you’d insisted that you could do better, but he assured you—

“Best damn muffins I’ve ever had,” Leon rambles on. “Been to a million bakeries, can’t find anything like them…”

Why is he telling you all this?

Why is he making you remember?

Now that the memory has started, you can’t stop it, the scenes rolling in your mind like a film. After indulging in the baked goods, he’d carried you to his room, house still smelling of cinnamon and vanilla. It must’ve been well past three by the time he was laying you back against the bed gently, but neither of you were tired. The earlier impatience in his movements had dissipated, and he took his time with you, his hands caressing your body while yours explored his with equal devotion—

“I miss how you felt in my hands,” he says suddenly, as though his thoughts have followed the same natural trajectory as yours.

You remember his hands on your hips, firm, secure, anchoring you to him. The way his calloused palms felt against your smooth skin. The way his touch dripped with reverence, like he was perpetually caught between the desire to treat you like something delicate and the desire to have more of you, that hungry conflict always reflected in his piercing blue eyes—

“I miss how you looked under me,” he continues.

You remember throwing your head back, how he’d dip in to kiss along the exposed column of your neck before littering affection across your face. How it would suddenly stop, sometimes, and when you’d look up at him expectantly, you’d find him gazing down at you in equal parts awe and adoration. The moment you reached up for him he’d come back down and—

“I miss how your lips fit against mine.”

“You’re so selfish,” you interject, unwilling to entertain this any longer, afraid of what might happen if you do. “Waking me up on a work night so you have someone to reminisce with?”

“I know, baby,” he says, a self-deprecating laugh tumbling through the phone, twisting your stomach. “I was a shit boyfriend and I’m a shittier ex.”

That’s not true. He was a wonderful boyfriend, except when he wasn’t. He was always affectionate with you, except when he wanted to be alone… always warm and patient with you, except when he would withdraw… always understanding and attentive, except when he’d drink… It’s just that the times he wasn’t there for you were so hard, and over time, they’d gotten more and more frequent. Nothing you did to try to reach him, to be there for him, to support him, ever seemed to get through to him. Eventually, it was all too much.

Yet anytime you hear his voice, it’s always the good that comes to mind. It overwhelms you, makes you question why you ever left. A single word from Leon makes you curse the day you walked away. Only when you’re alone, in silence, away from the inexplicable effect of his presence, can you truly remember how the lows felt. The isolation of it all, the pain, the waiting. The disappointment over and over and over again.

The rest of that night comes to you now, floating in through the open window with the August breeze. How strange to think that was a whole year ago. After making love, he’d held you for a time, and you were content there, as sweaty and warm as it was, but he’d carried you to the shower with him. It was mostly silent, save for the pitter-patter of the water against the tile. He lathered your hair for you, and you scrubbed his back, pressing kisses against his wet shoulders. By the time the two of you were toweled and dressed in fresh clothes, it was late— or early— enough that you’d decided to stay up and watch the sun rise. You’d snuggled closer to him out on the balcony, the early morning air chilling you slightly as your still wet hair dripped onto your shoulders. He’d pulled you in, his body a natural furnace, and wrapped you in his arms.

God, you’ve never felt that safe anywhere else.

“Yeah, you are.” The words are laced with forced venom, and it burns to speak them. “That’s why you shouldn’t call me anymore.”

“I know.” There’s a pause on the other end. “You should block me.”

His words shatter something inside you. “Shut up.”

“I mean it,” he drawls. “You could just block me. But you won’t.”

“Leon.”

“Because you still think about me, too, don’t you?”

“Seriously, shut up.”

“And if you blocked me,” he rambles on, “then you’d really never hear from me again.”

“Go fuck yourself, actually.”

Laughter filters in and out of earshot, like the receiver keeps drifting from his lips, but he doesn’t say anything else. The silence stretches on for one minute, two. A part of your conversation from that night on the balcony strikes you.

“Why not?” you’d asked him, tearing your gaze away from the brightening horizon to stare up at him, at the distant look in his blue eyes. Somehow, the subject of past relationships had come up. It wasn’t something either of you really cared about, but he’d just disclosed that he hadn’t really had a long term relationship with anyone before you. Most women left before things got serious, he’d said, and he never asked them to stay, to give it a real shot. He shrugged, using the motion to tug you closer.

“I can’t ask that of anyone. I don’t really deserve to. If someone wants to leave, I get it.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “That means you, too, when you finally get sick of me one day.”

“Never,” you said, leaning up to plant a kiss on his cheek as he chuckled. A few strands of sandy hair tickled your nose. “You’re stuck with me, you know that?”

“Oh, darling, I know. I’m afraid I’ll be stuck with you long after you’re gone.”

The offhand remark didn’t make sense to you at the time, and when you asked him what he meant, he refused to elaborate, merely remarking on the emerging colors in the sky.

You get it now. And if you’d got it then, you would have been afraid, too.

Time moves on for everyone else, but not you two. Something happened when you stormed out of his apartment on that rainy night back in April, staining the fabric of time, marring your life with an inescapable loop. Just when you start to feel normal, you’re forced to relive the raw heartache all over again, as if it’s only been four days, not months, since you left. It happens every single time his name pops up on your caller ID. Every so often, when you think— with a surge of dread that you refuse to acknowledge— that he might finally have moved on, he calls again.

Never to ask you to come back, though. Never to ask you for another chance.

Just to reminisce.

Hot tears stream out of the corners of your eyes, landing on your pillow with muted plops. You make no effort to stop them or wipe them away, silent for fear that your voice will betray you if you try to speak now. You hate it, but even crying in bed like this makes you think of him, the feeling of his chest against your back, his silent strength when he’d comfort you during moments of weakness.

“Leon?” you call, wondering if he finally passed out. Hoping that if he did, he’s at least in bed, or on the couch, or somewhere safe. Warm. Not huddled outside of some seedy bar, or hunched over the filthy curb.

“I may be selfish, sweetheart” he says finally, his voice husky, “but you’re just cruel.” You can only blink up at the ceiling, tears momentarily stayed as you wrack your brain for what he’s responding to. “You answer my calls just to tell me how much you don’t want them.”

If the fight weren’t draining out of you, you might snap back at him that he doesn’t have to call in the first place, that he should take a hint, that he should delete your number altogether. Instead, all you can do is let his words hang there while you contemplate them.

Maybe it is cruel. When he calls you like this, asking if you remember, he’s asking something more. Questions he could never verbalize, but that remain implicit in what he says. Do all those little moments mean as much to you as they do to me? Do the memories haunt you like they haunt me? Do you miss it like I do?

Leon won’t ask you to come back, no. But he wants to know if you’ve ever considered it on your own.

“Goodnight, Leon,” you say suddenly, forcing the words past the painful lump in your throat. You can't keep doing this, can't keep letting him tear you down just because he's found himself at the bottom of another bottle. “I hope you learn how to take better care of yourself one day.”

“I hope you find someone better to take care of one day.” At first, you think he’s just scrambled up your words in his drunken stupor in an effort to throw them back at you. But then he speaks again, and you know he meant exactly what he said. “Hey, I’m glad you left. Happy for you, I mean. You deserve better than me." Something terrible is building up in your chest, threatening to climb up your throat if he doesn't stop. "I love—”

You hang up before he can hear the way your breath shudders.

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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Who’s Blushing Now?

Summary: Six months after getting together the first time, can Y/N and Jensen define what they are to each other?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Lots of smut. Fluff throughout. Angst if you really squint. Unprotected sex, PinV, Oral (f receiving) fingering, slight Dom!Jensen, objectifying Soldier Boy. I think that's everything. Slight the boys s3 spoilers.

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N

Word Count: 2,125

A/N: So, I simply couldn’t survive the asspocolypse without writing another little Jensen fic. 😜 This story pics up Y/N and Jensen’s story from

The Art of Creating Sex Hair Sexy Hair

You don’t have to have read that one to read this one, but it might be more enjoyable. Plus who doesn’t love more Jensen smut! 🤤

As always, of course this story is about a Jensen from a different part of the multiverse, who is single. This is a complete work of fiction. 😊

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89

Your eyes were glued to your laptop screen, mouth watering, and stomach clenching. Which was why you didn’t hear Jensen walk into the room.

“Hey.”

Instinctively you slammed your laptop closed and felt your face go beet red.

Jensen noticed, of course. “What were you watching?” He asked, smiling as he walked closer.

“Oh, nothing...just...YouTube stuff.”

Worst lie ever. You thought to yourself.

But you smiled brightly and tried to change the subject as you slowly took in Jensen - wearing nothing but a low slung towel, droplets of water sliding down his torso.

You wanted to lick every single drop from his skin.

“Good shower?” You asked, slightly breathless.

His smile became sexy and mischievous as he walked slowly up to the front of your desk chair, pushing his way to stand between your legs. The slightly spicy scent of his warm skin drifted to you and you held in a small moan as he tipped your chin up with his forefinger.

“It was okay. But it lacked a partner.”

You licked your lips. “Sorry...I had a bunch of work to do, shit to get together for that shoot in Toronto. I keep putting it off. I don’t really wanna go. I'm gonna miss you.”

You weren’t sure if you should admit that, and you kind of wished you could take it back. But to your delight, Jensen leaned down and pressed his soft, plump lips to yours ever so briefly.

“I know, darlin’. I'm gonna miss you too.”

It made you happy to hear him say that, since you were still really unsure what you actually were to each other.

In the six months since your first hookup you’d spent a lot of time together. It had started out slowly, casual; just making plans to hook up whenever you guys found yourselves in the same city.

Then gradually, you began to plan to be in the same city on the same days, coordinating your schedules so that you could spend the weekend together.

Then about two months ago, Jensen had shown up on your doorstep one random Tuesday afternoon. He said he had the next two weeks free - no work, no press, no obligations.

“Can we spend some time together?” Was all he’d asked and you’d agreed immediately.

It had been a slow couple weeks for you too, only one job booked, so you’d pretty much spent the entire two weeks together - mostly in bed. But after the first two days, you were both close to starvation and you agreed you’d have to pause the sex long enough to try and find sustenance.

So, you’d spent the rest of the time fucking and eating, shopping, and fucking some more. There was a classic film festival in town, so you’d spent most of one day laughing together at Abbot and Costello running from the Wolfman and marveling at the comic genius that was the Marx Brothers.

When the two weeks ended, and he had to get back to his commitments, and your real life was calling you, you kissed him goodbye at your door, closed it behind him, and missed him immediately.

In the two months since then, you’d managed to get together four or five more times, but only for a couple days here and there.

Now you were leaving for the job in Toronto the day after tomorrow, and neither of you were sure when you’d be able to get together again, your schedules were both going to be crazy for a while.

But you had another day and a half together and you planned on making the most of it.

You pulled Jensen’s lips back down to yours for a slower, more satisfying kiss. But before you could get too far into the kiss Jensen pulled away abruptly and pulled open your laptop with an evil, teasing grin.

When he saw what was up on the screen his eyes went wide and a disbelieving laugh fell from his lips.

“Hey!” You objected far too late. There on the screen was Soldier Boy in all his glory, stepping through the steam, perfect ass and beautiful back, paused indefinitely on the screen.

“Why the hell are you watching this again?” He asked with another laugh. “Wasn’t it mortifying enough when we watched it last night?”

His wording gave you pause. “Mortifying?” You asked. Then you saw something that blew you away. There was a pink flush staining the high peaks of his cheekbones and the tips of his ears.

Your eyes went wide. “Holy shit! You’re blushing!”

“What?” Jensen shook his head and stepped back a little. “I am not blushing.” He said, even as his cheeks got pinker.

“You are!” You cackled. “How? How on earth are you shy about this?” You said, gesturing to the screen.

“You? The same man who, just last night, had me sitting on the bathroom sink at De’lucca’s, legs spread, one hand up my dress and the other hand clamped over my mouth so my screaming orgasm wouldn’t be heard by the rest of the restaurant? You. Are shy about showing your beautiful ass on screen for less than twenty seconds?”

Jensen shook his head and smiled shyly and it completely blew you away; this was a new side of him you were seeing. And it was adorable and sexy as fuck.

He shrugged. “There’s a big difference between...being...intimate with you, even in a restaurant bathroom, and standing bare assed in front of a big group of people I just met, to film a scene that is now streaming across the world.”

He looked down at the ground with another shy smile. "It's just a bit strange that's all."

You shook your head. “I understand. But, you know, that is America’s ass now, and it’s an ambassador to the world.”

Jensen snorted and then laughed deeply, the sound rolling over you like warm honey, pulling an answering laugh from you.

He shook his head and waved toward the screen. “But you never answered my question. Why are you watching this again?”

You shot him a look that said he was being obtuse. “Um...hello?” You said as you waved your hand in a circle over the motionless Soldier Boy on screen displaying all his physical attributes.

Jensen laughed again as he pointed toward his towel clad body. “You could have just joined me in the shower for the live show!”

You got to your feet, grinning and reaching up to run your hands over the dark shadow of scruff that was just starting to cover his cheeks after shaving that morning.

“I know, but Soldier Boy is so...scruffy and wild looking, all passionate, primal, savage, the grunts and groans...” You moaned softly. “Fuck I hope you know they’re hot as hell.”

Jensen stepped up close to you, reaching past you and softly closing your laptop before roughly shoving it and piles of paper off to the side of your wide desk, before he spun around you so he could bend you over it.

He slammed your arms out to the sides, grasping your forearms tightly and pinning them against the desk.

He was doubled over you, and he growled into your ear. “You mean like this? Is this primal enough for you, baby?”

His towel had fallen away and your breath came hard and fast as you felt his cock press against your ass. You nodded frantically and Jensen chuckled low and hot on your neck.

“Who’s blushing now?”

He squeezed your forearms in his massive hands. “Don’t move.” He commanded. He let go of you so he could pull off the pajama bottoms you’d been lounging around in all day. Then he sunk down behind you and pushed your legs open with his broad shoulders. You whimpered as you felt his breath warm against your leaking pussy.

As his masterful mouth and talented tongue moved against you, your nails scratched uselessly against the hard desk top trying to find purchase, and then you stood on tiptoe, trying to get a break from the intense pleasure he was giving you. But when you did, Jensen just wrapped his big hands around the front of your thighs and yanked you back down onto his mouth.

Within a shamefully short span of time Jensen had you screaming against the wooden desk as you came on his tongue. He cleaned you up thoroughly before he stood up and scooped you into his arms, perhaps knowing your jelly legs would never be able to make the walk to the bedroom.

He sat you on the side of the bed, and pulled your t-shirt off, smiling when he saw you wore no bra. Once you were both naked, he laid you out on the bed and then climbed in beside you. He ran his callused palm down your torso, so gently, you trembled. As his fingers reached your swollen folds, pressing softly against your overstimulated clit, he leaned down and sucked your bottom lip into his mouth.

Letting it go with a pop, he slipped two fingers into you. “Open your eyes, Y/N.”

Your head was pressed back against the pillow, eyes squeezed tight as he easily plucked a melody from your body.

With difficulty you opened your eyes. “Keep them open.” He ordered. “And look at me.”

As he made the demand, he pressed his thumb against your clit and your eyes slammed shut again as you reared off the bed. He pulled away and you groaned.

“Open your eyes.” He said again. When you did, he caught your gaze and the look in his eyes was absolute heat and endless promises. Or maybe they were warnings, you couldn’t be sure.

“I wanna watch you, Y/N. I wanna see you fall apart when I press pleasure into your skin, I wanna see your eyes go black with lust and need.” His middle finger found the sweet spot inside you and he teased it, making you fuck down on his fingers. “Do you need me, baby?”

“Yes, fuck yes.” You mumbled, trying desperately to keep your eyes open and on Jensen, but the way he was playing your body was so intense, it was everything you could do not to close your eyes and let the blackness soften the blinding pleasure.

He pulled his fingers out of you, but replaced them quickly with the tip of his cock. He attached his lips to your neck just before he pistoned his hips forward with a harsh groan. He pulled out and immediately slammed back, hard and fast. He continued the assault on your senses as, with every thrust, a ragged, hot, heavy groan was ripped out of him.

Each time he rutted against you, you could feel the coil deep inside you tighten and tighten, until at last you felt yourself fall over the edge, mouth open and panting as you struggled to keep your gaze on Jensen.

It was a truly beautiful sight, when he fell too. As he felt your core clench around him, he cupped your cheek in his hand, and staring into your eyes, slammed into you, grunting rough and savage until with one final thrust and a roar you could feel ropes and ropes of hot come shoot into you, filling you and sating you.

He fell on top of you and despite feeling slightly crushed, you welcomed his weight. It was comforting and, after feeling as though your soul had left your body, the strength of it felt reassuring.

You both laid there, letting your breathing slow down and eventually fall into a rhythm with one another.

Eventually, Jensen rolled off you, but pulled you so that you were tucked up against his side.

After a few minutes, he spoke quietly. “Y/N. Can I ask you a question?”

You shrugged, slightly wary. “Sure.”

It was a moment before he continued. “What are we doing?”

You wrapped your arm around his trim waist, running your hand down the side of his hip and back up. “What do you mean?”

He shifted so he could tilt your chin up to look at him. “I mean, when I call my friends and tell them I can’t go with them to Vegas next week, because I need to go to Toronto to be with you, what do I call you? Do I call you...can I call you my girlfriend?”

You felt tears prickle at the back of your eyes as you grinned up at him. “Only if I can call you my boyfriend when I tell my sister how incredible you are.”

“That definitely works.”

He nodded, and his soft smile made your heart swell, just before a blush stained his cheeks and melted your heart away all together.

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pommpuriinn · 11 months

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Act: Sweet Mirage Tour Seoul day 1

tour outfits

♡ finally a new tour and a new hair color for Joohyung since Joohyung actually changed her hair for the comeback she wanted to dye it again a color she has always wanted, and to match with one of her members plus a new set of nails

♡ just like Taehyun they both hid their hair and teased moa about it to saying that staff loved their hair so much and even pretending that they were going to show it on live, but of course they were just teasing poor moas

soundcheck day 1

♡ Joohyung was the last one to get on stage and was the first one to reveal her hair color leaving moas to scream once they saw her. “I couldn’t hide my hair any more moa~” Joohyung waved a piece of her hair around while laughing at their reactions.

♡ Joohyung seriously gave a sexy chic vibe for soundcheck which the members started mentioning almost teasing her as they were during a little ment. “Noona came in very chic today, right?” Kai drew all the attention to her. “Ya! I can see some moas fanning themselves!” Beomgyu called them out and even started mimicking them by fanning his face with his hand. The members laughed while Joohyung started defending moas. “Leave them alone, jerk.” Joohyung playfully punched Beomgyu’s arm.

♡ starting the concert off with ‘Blue Hour’ was the best decision they have ever made because it really set the tone and Joohyung got extremely hyped, especially when she was dancing with Kai during the dance break part

♡ Joohyung was really happy that they got to perform CWJLTMA with moas. It really made going through all those tired nights after coming home from hours of rehearsing worth it. As Joohyung was dancing she made sure to wink and wave at moas on the center stage. She even surprised a moa by completing their heart as she moved to the center to sing her part.

♡ as all the members went by introducing themselves Joohyung was the last one to say ‘hi’ to moas. “We have to leave the best for last.” Yeonjun said, as he looked at Joohyung was still spaced out looking around the crowd. It wasn’t until Soobin pointed at her back side. “Oh! Sorry~” Joohyung gave a small bow at Yeonjun, making everyone laugh. “Hi I’m-wait! I almost forgot.” Joohyung stopped herself and went to the far left where Taehyun’s at.

“Joo!”

“Tae!”

“JooTae blue!”

Both Joohyung and Taehyun crossed their blue strands together catching them off guard, but immediately loving them. “Taehyunie came up with the idea and really begged me to do it, so I couldn’t deny him.” Joohyung quickly informed everyone before continuing her introduction. “Hi I’m Tomorrow x Together’s Joohyung!” The arena filled with cheers.

♡ “with our second world tour Act: Sweet Mirage we wanted to show moas new and never before seen stages.” Soobin announced, causing moas to cheer loudly. “We even have a certain member performing some solo songs right?” Soobin looked at his members, but mostly at Joohyung making her smile at him. “I wonder what member that could be?” Kai played along. “I guess we just have to wait and see.” Joohyung shrugged, acting clueless.

♡ ‘Drama’ was a must for Joohyung because they didn’t really get a chance to perform this song in front of moas due to a certain situation around the world. Joohyung had smile throughout the whole song

♡ Joohyung gave about 110% during ‘No Rules’ since it’s one of her favorite b sides they have plus it comes from her favorite txt album they have made. She was even adding extra adlibs towards the end of the song making moas cheer even louder

♡ of course the members made moas bark after performing the iconic ‘Cat & Dog’. “You guys sound like little poodles.” Joohyung laughed at their little barks. “I agree their barks sound so light!” Taehyun agreed with Joohyung. “JooTae blue do not approve moa let's try again.” Yeonjun encouraged moas. Moas tried again which barely got approved by Joohyung. “I’ll let it slide this time, but we always have tomorrow to improve!”

♡ Joohyung almost squealed as she heard ‘We Lost The Summer’ started to play in her ear in, but she immediately held herself back as she was the one that started the song

♡ during ‘I Know I Love You’ Beomgyu and Joohyung would hold hands and sing together as their parts are; ‘say you love me, say you love me segyeye kkeutkkaji all or nothing I want all of you’

♡ ‘Loser=Lover’ was probably one of many of Joohyung's favorite moments of their concert as she was jumping and skipping around singing her heart out. Once it hit Yeonjun’s rap Yeonjun headed over to Joohyung wrapped his arm over her shoulder and they both started rapping

♡ “Kai let’s go!” Joohyung hyped Kai up for his opening part of his own song. Joohyung honestly started feeling emotional while singing her parts of the song and looking at the moas sitting at the upper levels and seeing all the moa bongs waving in the air

♡ ‘Magic’ was definitely another highlight for Joohyung especially during the dance break and seeing everyone clapping their hands with them “come on moa!” Joohyung yelled in English encouraging them to clap more

♡ as the VCR was playing her and Yeonjun got into position for their dance break unit which showed that Joohyung was controlling Yeonjun’s dance which adds a little bit of their txt story

♡ this part of the concert is where you really see Joohyung duality from being all smiley and carefree to being serious and chic with her facial expressions along with her stage presence which moas really felt during these next set of songs. Starting with ‘Open Sequence’ which showcases Joohyung siren like voice and stare throughout the performance

♡ “moa, are you guys having fun?” Joohyung asked before taking a little water break and carefully dabbing the sweat off her face and neck. “Yes!” She heard moas all scream making her smile. “I’m glad because I’m having so much fun tonight and I can’t wait to show moas my special stage which is coming pretty soon.” Joohyung was once again teasing moas. “Stop teasing them!” Soobin laughed, as he was wiping his sweat from his forehead.

♡ ‘Anti-Romantic’ was finally a song where they can just chill and sing, which Joohyung was really looking forward to since after this comes even more hard choreography plus her solo stages. Even though it’s a slow song that didn’t stop Joohyung from giving “seductive” looks to the camera (it’s what moas said)

♡ ‘Eternally’ again showed moas Joohyung’s siren side and when the song would turn into soft melodies she really showed her angel like side really showing everyone she can do both within a blink of an eye

♡ the vcr was different this time since it is mainly focused on Joohyung which only meant one thing, her solo stages are next. Moas immediately started screaming the second they saw the black mamba coming from the portal and Joohyung’s eyes turning all black.

As Joohyung was finally performing her solo debut song, moas were fanchanting so loud that Joohyung could hear it through her ear in getting her more hyped throughout ‘Black Mamba’. Once moas heard the cyber like intro they knew it was Joohyung’s new song ‘Next Level’ and it was instantly an addicting song, since by the end of the song everyone was singing along

♡ definitely Beomgyu and Joohyung’s part in ‘GBGB’ where Joohyung uses her lighter to light Beomgyu’s rose that was in his mouth went viral even outside the moa fandom circle

♡ ‘Tinnitus’ Joohyung was and still is groundbreaking and really left everyone in that arena claiming Joohyung as their wife

♡ moas said that seeing all the vcr and seeing the performances you can really tell that in some performances that there’s a story/lore in them like in ‘Devil By The Window’ at the end where they lift Yeonjun up they see Joohyung’s hand towards his neck almost being the one lift him up, and seeing that the black mamba is controlling Joohyung maybe she’s the bad guy

♡ ‘Angel Or Devil’ was a song Joohyung wanted to do so badly and fought anyone that tried to deny her. Joohyung just loved all the bouncy moves the song had, especially during ‘black or white pick a color’ part

♡ “what are you doing?” Joohyung questioned, as she watched Beomgyu miss the cue to get on the certain part of the stage that was going up. “Dummy.” Joohyung mumbled, but her mic obviously caught it causing Beomgyu to gently push her with a pout on his lips.

♡ another viral moment is when they were performing ‘Ice Cream’ Yeonjun and Joohyung’s iconic part which is; ‘you know what I’m saying, yeah’

They really did it for the tiktok girlies and their editing skills

♡ “I’m quite excited for our next song, so I think our junie~ should explain more right?” Joohyung smiled, as she moved all the attention to Yeonjun. Yeonjun happily explained how he created a little choreo for their song ‘Happy Fools’ because he wanted all of us to dance together. “Teach us! Teach us!” Beomgyu smiled at Yeonjun and got into position to follow Yeonjun.

♡ After playing with moas and seeing them try to dance and Joohyung calling her side out for not being in sync they finally started to perform ‘Happy Fools’ txt version. Which moas got very excited because they got to hear Joohyung rap her little version and her little ‘yummy!’

♡ “unfortunately we are at end of our concert.” Soobin announced making everyone sad and all the moas ‘awed’ which made Joohyung laugh, but she quickly covered her mouth. Kai caught her and laughed with her

♡ once it was about to hit the little dance break of ‘Sugar Rush Ride’ Joohyung yelled “let’s go!” Hyping everyone up and the members started hitting the moves extra hard and smiling at her

♡ during ‘Farewell, Neverland’ it was Joohyung’s part and the camera zoomed in on her and she looked like a goddess especially with the yellow lighting and her angelic voice. At the end of song when they started to dance Joohyung showed so much emotion like she was really embodied the song

♡ singing ‘Blue Spring’ really made Joohyung emotional her eyes got glossy but she held it in and continued on singing and looking at moas faces

♡ “we should express our final thoughts before we got.” Soobin said, as he took his ear in out looking at the rest of the members. Each member took their time thanking moa and expressing their true feelings about starting this tour and how far they have come. Joohyung kept her head down listening carefully to all the members and holding herself together. Until Yeonjun started speaking and how he remembers coming here and seeing their seniors performing and now it’s them performing here, and Joohyung broke down.

Beomgyu almost got whiplash with how fast he turned his head when he heard Joohyung’s whimper. Yeonjun pulled Joohyung into a hug as he gave his final words.

♡ “I-um I want to thank moa for everything. Truly without you we wouldn’t be here performing and living our dream.” Joohyung nodded and sniffled. “I honestly never thought I would get this far in my dream it was a hard time during my trainee years and I just really want to thank the staff, our moas, and especially my members.” Joohyung words got a bit cut off with her whimpers and her full on crying while looking at her members, who immediately got into a group hug.

♡ hearing moas sing ‘Our Summer’ brought warmth to Joohyung’s heart she has never felt this happy before and you could really tell by her smile and the little wrinkles in the corner of her eyes

“This is Tomorrow by Together singing off thank you!” Joohyung announced before they held hands and bowed towards moa

#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member

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puppy-coded · 2 years

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House Husband{S.H.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: light swearing, bruises, mentions of food

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 800 words

“Steve I’m tired and I had a rough day at work.” You whined when you walked into the house. You leaned on the door frame to take your shoes off and almost fell over.

Steve was at your side as soon as he heard your voice. He grabbed your hand and wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you to the kitchen. “You know what will make you feel better?”

“What?” You asked.

“The amazing dinner I made!” He answered excitedly. He put you in the chair and put an already full plate in front of you.

“Hey babe?” You asked, pulling his hand.

“Hm?” He hummed, putting a hand to your cheek.

“What happened to your face?” You asked, reaching out to touch his bruise.

His eyes widened and he got this awkward smile on his face, pulling his hands away from you. “Uh, you know... Got into a fight with a pole while I went grocery shopping... And lost.” He responded, scratching his head.

You smiled a bit and kissed his knuckles. “That’s no fun!”

“Ha! Yes! I made you smile! That’s a win for Harrington! Whoo!” Steve celebrated, swinging his arms around wildly in an attempt to do a victory dance.

“Babe.”

“Hm?” He hummed, slowing down his dancing.

“We’re both Harringtons.” You pointed out, trying not to laugh at his excitement.

“Dammit!” He exclaimed, clapping his hands loudly. He put his hands on his hips and pouted a little.

Your kitchen timer went off and you went to the oven to see Steve pulling out a circular pan.

“What’s the timer for?” You asked, trying to look over his shoulder.

“I made a cake.” He deadpanned.

You stared at his back, brows knitted together in confusion. “For what?”

“It’s a whole thing for the Hellfire Club and Eddie.” He said vaguely, putting the hot pan over a kitchen towel.

“What is it?” You asked, putting your now empty plate in the sink.

“It’s Eddie’s birthday tomorrow.” Steve sighed, rubbing his eyes.

“And I’m off tomorrow, we can celebrate with him and the kids.” You said. “I mean, how often am I not working?”

“Sorry, can’t.” Steve said, shrugging “As much as I wish I could since you’re always so bus but I have to make cookies because of the school’s bake sale Sunday and Dustin only told me today. I have two hundred and fifty cookies to bake by then.” He told you, swiping a hand through his hair.

“Do you need help?” You asked, wanting to be helpful as you watched your husband flit around the kitchen, clearly stressed out.

“No!” Steve said loudly and quickly. “I mean, uh... nope. I got it from here.” He tried covering.

“Steve.”You gently nudged, putting your hand on his shoulder.

“I just... don’t want your help.” He admitted.

“Why not?” You asked, honestly a little offended by his statement.

“Because you’re notorious for burning cookies.” He nodded. “You suck at it.”

You nodded at his assessment. “That’s fair, that’s fair.”

“I will, however, take a break for you.” He said, sitting down at the table.

“Good.” You sat on his lap and kissed him gently. “You’re so-”

“Steve!” Dustin shouted through your front door, knocking as hard as he could.

When Steve heard Dustin he stood up immediately, knocking you to the floor.

Only a little.

“There goes our break.” You grumbled, covering your face with your hands.

“Dustin chill!” He yelled as he walked to the door. “What’s up kid?” He greeted.

“I need girl advice!” Dustin responded. He sounded panicked at the subject of “girls”.

“I can help.” You said from the floor, raising your hand. “Steve’s kinda stressed.”

“Babe, I insist, go get some rest. You said you had a rough day at work.” Steve reminded you, waving Dustin over to where you were.

“Yeah but literally anything with you in the room will be better than being in the bedroom alone.” You said, content with laying on the floor.

Steve face went blank for a couple seconds before he shooed Dustin off. “Dustin, please leave. I need to spend some time with my partner here and, uh, I’ll get back to you tomorrow.”

“What? But-” Dustin started complaining.

“Bye!” Steve said loudly as he practically shoved him out of the house.

You sat up and looked at Steve. “What was that for?”

“Let’s go get some sleep yeah?” Steve encouraged, helping you up.

“It’s seven at night, it’s still early.” You yawned.

Steve couldn’t help but scoff. “I haven’t seen you all day AND I resisted the urge to call you every twenty minutes.”

“Fine. I’ll cuddle with you and shit.” You said, rolling your eyes and shaking your head slightly. “I’ll reward you this time,” You joked.

“Yes!” Steve tried celebrating quietly.

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Neon city Pt.1

Batman x reader

An unexpected introduction to the Bat has your string of fate tangled with his. It's only a matter of time before they finally pull you together.

I did my own take on Bats for this, so none of this is canon. Just think of it as its own thing.

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Rain pitter-patters as it splashes on your windshield, and purple neon signs reflect on the hood as you come to a stop at a light. Without warning the glass from your window rains down on you and a dark figure is being pinned against your car door. The people walking on the street around you scatter, some screaming in surprise and fear. You're paralyzed, too stunned by the sudden intrusion that you aren't even thinking of getting to safety.

Suddenly your door bends in a bit, the loud creak of metal under pressure snapping you out of your trance. You hurriedly unbuckle and clamber into the passenger seat open the door and slip out. Fat drops of rain seep through your hair chilling your skin. Looking back the man is still struggling against his opponent. Your car door dents even further and a sudden wave of anger takes you. Grabbing the bat out of the rear floor you circle around and with a perfect batter's swing hit the man pushing the other into your door.

He stumbles back holding his head where the wood connected with his skull. Now you can get a better look at the other man. Recognition hits like a mule and your eyes widen at the sight before you. Freaking Batman! He's panting hard with blood dripping from his lips as he pushes out of the large dent that was your door.

His eyes widen and you can see out the corner of your eye the other man charging at you. You brace for a hit squeezing your eyes closed but nothing happens. Lowering your arms you see that Batman has the guy in a chokehold. He looks crazed and wild as his teeth gnash trying to get a hold of anything. "Quickly I need you to get something from my toolbelt!" "Wh-what!?" "My belt! Second pocket from my left side!"

You rushed over and opened the pocket pulling out a small syringe with a needle. "Hurry stick him in the leg, give him the full dose!" Pulling the sheath off the needle you jabbed it through the fabric of the guy's jeans and into the flesh of his thigh. Pushing the plunger the clear liquid seeped into him. After a few seconds of struggling, the man went limp in his arms.

"What was that?" He laid the guy on the wet pavement and pulled out a small flashlight shining it in the guy's eyes as he pulled them open. Satisfied he stood slipping the light back in its pocket and looking over his shoulder at you. "He was drugged with something. Made him go berserk. That shot should help him but he still needs the hospital. Can you call him an ambulance?" "Ye-yeah but what am I supposed to do about my car!?" "The police should be here any minute, you can ask them for help."

Defeated you groan and cover your face with your hands. When you open your eyes he's gone, like a dream fading as you wake. Sure enough, you can hear the familiar sirens of police cruisers coming your way. The police run up to you and ask what happened. After they get your statement and the man is taken away in an ambulance, forensics takes your car and assures you that you'll get it back. You're escorted home via police cruiser.

When you get inside your apartment you flop onto the couch exhausted. Your phone ringing makes you jump. Your best friend is calling, her picture on your screen bathes your face in light before you answer, laying it on the table next to you on speaker. "Y/n? Hello, you there girl?" "Yeah, I'm here, what is it?" "Well since you're off work tomorrow and so am I. I was wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow.?" You thought about it for a moment before answering. "Sure, you wanna meet at the usual place for lunch?" "Yes! And yeah we can meet there for lunch." You smile and roll your eyes at your friend's enthusiasm.

"Alright, then I'll see you tomorrow." Hanging up you go to get ready for bed. The incident from before replaying in your head. Once your head hits the pillow you're off to dreamland.

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The annoying sound of your alarm wakes you and you scrounge through your sheets for your phone eventually finding it and shutting off the alarm.

The taxi ride to your usual meeting place is uneventful. The pavement glitters from the morning rain and crowds of people walk the streets. Your friend is waiting outside the small Cafe for you. When you step out of the taxi she seemed confused. "Where's your car?" "Let's get a table first." You sit at a corner table and she looks like she wants to grab you by the shoulders and demand you tell her what's going on.

"C'mon spill already!" You sigh but relent. "I was on my way home last night when I stopped at a light." She nods already absorbed in your story. "When out of nowhere this guy got shoved backward into my driver's side door shattering my window." "Really? Was he fighting with someone?" "Yeah there was another guy that was pushing him into the door and they bent the door in pretty badly." "Aw, that sucks did you get angry with them?"

"Yeah, I hopped out the passenger side and grabbed my baseball bat. Hit the one pushing the other upside the head with it." "Ouch did it knock him out?" "Surprisingly no but when he backed up I could see the other guy. And guess who it was?" "Wait wait don't tell me! Was it Lance? Or maybe Jacob?"

"Freaking Batman that's who it was." "Wait wait wait hold on. So you're telling me that you got to meet The Batman last night and you didn't tell me!?" "Well I'm telling you now, aren't I?" "Still though! Why wait till now!?" "I was exhausted and I didn't want you to worry all night about me." She sighs defeated. "Ok, I guess that's fair. Did you talk to him?" "Heh, yeah of course I did right after he saved me from being hit by the guy."

"What?!" "Hey hey calm down you're gonna get us kicked out!" You chuckle at her reaction and continue to explain. "He almost hit me but Batman grabbed him and put him in a chokehold. He told me to grab a syringe from his belt pocket, and I stuck the guy with it. The guy sorta just went limp and he checked the guy over to make sure he was alright."

"Was he hot?" Her question caught you off guard and you choked on your spit. "I'm sorry what!?" She rolls her eyes. "Was he attractive? What did he look like?" "Well, I was in the middle of an adrenaline rush." "Oh come on! Think girl think!" "OK ok hold on don't rush me!" You think back and try to piece together what you saw. "Ok, I think I remember what he was wearing. It was like a black T-shirt with an armored chest piece on top. It had his symbol painted on it and he was wearing some slightly loose dark grey pants with knee and shin armor. Black combat boots, his belt, arm guards with blades or spikes, and his bat-eared helmet. I think he was also wearing some combat gloves, ya'know like the ones with the knuckle pieces."

"That still doesn't answer my question though. Was he or was he not hot?" "Ok yeah, I guess he was pretty attractive and super strong." "Ooh, how strong?" You snort at the expression she's making but you lean over the table to whisper to her. "Like he could pick you up and toss you around strong." She instantly gets the picture and falls back in her seat fanning herself. "Holy cow! And I assume he wasn't a total jerk either right?"

"No, he seemed like he might be a bit brooding and maybe grumpy at times from what I could tell. Probably not much of a talker either." "Ah, so he's the reserved stoic type huh?" "Yeah maybe." You continue discussing your little run-in with the big bad Bat and soon you both head out to window shop.

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That night as you're trying to sleep a crash in the alley beneath your window startles you. Looking through your blinds you can't see much. The shadows of the alley hide whatever is down there. Taking your emergency flashlight out of your bedside drawer you unlatch the window and shine the light down below. The circle of light lands on the silhouette of a man. He's leaning against the wall across from your apartment holding his side, his other hand blocking the light from his eyes.

When you move the light down a bit, away from his face, he lowers his arm. Shocked at who you see, you whisper-yell down to him. "Batman? What are you doing here!?" He keeps silent and tries to continue down the alley but he stumbles to his knees. "Hold on I'm coming down to help."

As you close the window he shakes his head and tries to stand, managing to get up and lean against the wall again. When you run around the corner he gets into a fighting stance but once he realizes it's you he falls back into the wall behind him. He growls as he moves the hand on his side revealing his blood-covered gloved hand. You hiss in sympathy as you squat down with your flashlight to examine the wound. Reluctantly he lets you look over the jagged cut as he looks left and right down the alley.

Standing up you pull his arm over your shoulders, letting him take some weight off his side. "Let's get you inside so I can stitch that up." He begrudgingly follows your lead as you take him inside, to the elevator. With the elevator lights you can get a better look at him. He's definitely attractive with a strong physique and light scruff of a beard on his face. He catches you staring and looks at you. Stuttering a bit you apologize. "Sorry, I just never got a good look at you before." A light blush of embarrassment dusts your face.

The slow elevator finally stops and the door slides open. You poke your head out to check for any of your neighbors that might be up but the coast is clear. "Ok, we're almost there." You make it to your door and with him still leaning on you, you unlock it nudging it open with your foot. You get him to a chair and once he's seated you jog over to shut the door.

Just then the neighbor across the hall hobbled out of her door in her flowery nightgown. "Oh, it's you dear, did you just get home?" "Oh hi, Mrs.Berrymoor! No, I forgot something in my mailbox downstairs. I wanted to grab it before going to bed." "Oh alright dear have a good night!" "You too Mrs.Berrymoor." With that, she hobbled back in and shut her door. You closed and locked yours with a sigh of relief.

Turning back to the man in your chair who was still bleeding and wincing in pain, you went to grab bandages and your first aid kit. Kneeling beside him with a washcloth and clean water you motion for him to remove his hand. As gently as you can, you wipe away the blood and try to get a clear view of the wound with the side lamp. You can't get a good view with his armor and shirt in the way, so you ask him to remove them.

As you hold pressure to the wound he unbuckles the straps of his chestpiece and slips it off. It clunks to the floor. Next his shirt which he doesn't completely remove, instead he pulls it up under his arms leaving the bottom of his chest and his midsection exposed. If this were a different situation you'd be drooling right now. But knowing he was in pain you got to work.

Twenty agonizing minutes later and his wound was stitched and bandaged. He groans as he scoots up in his seat to sit more upright as you gather and clean up your first aid equipment. When you come back into the room he's trying to get up. "No, you need to rest a while." He glares at you but you glare right back stubbornly and push him back by the shoulder. As you go into the kitchen he grumbles something under his breath that you don't hear.

"You want some water?" You pull two bottles out of the fridge and a box of cookies from the cabinet. Sitting down on the couch next to him you hand him a bottle. He opens it and takes a few sips before placing it between his thighs to hold it. You toss him the box and he takes a few cookies out tossing the box back at you. A tense silence engulfs the both of you.

His eyes lock on you and your eyes flick to him a few times. His intense gaze makes heat crawl up your neck to your cheeks and the tips of your ears. "Wha-what is it?" "Mmh..." He grumbles still staring at you. "Thanks, For your help now and the other night." "Um o-ok... you're welcome, just doing the right thing." He clears his throat finally taking his eyes off you. "I need to go I've got more work to do."

He asked to use your fire escape and you obliged him watching as he climbs down the ladder to the concrete below. After he disappears around the corner you sigh in relief and get under the covers of your bed again drifting off to sleep.

#fanfic #batman #batman x reader #bruce wayne #non canon #original version #synthwave

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hueningkoi · 1 year

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Moas.exe has stopped working pls help

#im losing my gd mind #tyunning #huening kai #taehyun #tomorroe x together #txt #the name chapter

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helenazbmrskai · 2 years

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hii! so glad to hear the requests are open :D

for me, i really want something super angsty! [kim taehyung x reader] perhaps taehyung starts dating the oc out of pity since she had a crush on him for pretty long and she is a heart/ cancer/ (any disease of your choice haha) patient. obviously she gets to know about him dating her just for pity and then he accidentally (or maybe not accidentally—) says something mean 💀🤡

oh, can i give myself an emoji? well, this would be it : 🌸

thank you 💗💗

Pairing (Taehyung x Reader)

Genre (Angst, Brother's best friend AU, Sick/Hospital/Patient AU, Breakup AU)

Summary (You overhear him talking with his ex on his phone admitting that he never loved you and you decide to break up with him.)

Warnings (angst, crying, taehyung realises too late that he loves her, breakup, mention of surgery, sick!reader, mean taehyung but he regrets it, sad reader)

Word Count (2,6k)

Author note. Thank you for requesting lovely 🌸 anon! I hope you will like this!

"You know I can't do that. We talked about it before, she's sick and I promised her brother that I'll stay by her side. I can't just break up with her for you."

Your fist clenches to stop your hand from shaking. One hand is up in the air ready to knock before you heard him speak to someone on the phone the other is laying lifelessly on the doorknob. No longer feel the desire to open it.

Maybe- maybe you heard it wrong.

"Of course, I don't love her don't be ridiculous Jezi. There's no reason for you to be jealous. I'm only with her until she recovers then I'll dump her and we could get back together I promise."

Right, Jezi. You remember her. His ex. You had no idea they were talking behind your back.

Deep down you already knew that the sweet side he has been showing you for the last month was nothing but an act. You're recovering fine you might get discharged tomorrow after being confined in your hospital room for weeks after countless checkups and examinations, that's what the doctors said. You were so happy to finally go on your first real date with him - to see him somewhere else not just between the four walls of the hospital. Well fuck. You were so naive to think that.

Everything started that night. You thought you might never wake up after your heart transplant surgery so you confessed to Taehyung, to your brother's best friend that you like him. You had no idea he accepted your feelings only out of pity or- maybe he wasn't so sure that you will survive either to live the consequences of his actions but here you are. Standing between two lovers. Your new heart is broken. So pathetic. You feel like a complete fool.

Realising that all he did was act around you is more hurtful than his rejection would have been.

After the sadness washed over you the only thing left is angry waves. Sour hot shearing anger. The only thing you're not sure of is what you're angry at. Taehyung? Your brother Jungkook for putting his best friend up to accepting your confession? The world for being this cruel to you?

You get back to your senses when you hear him wrap up his conversation. The way he says I love you before he says goodbye is like a knife twisting in your heart.

You run back to your room the feeling of nausea hits you as you exert yourself when you shouldn't have. The nurse scolds you for being so careless but her expression changes to sympathy when she realises that you're crying.

You're grateful that she doesn't asks questions and nods when you tell her not to let anyone into your room. You couldn't bear the thought of seeing Taehyung so soon after you heard him talk about you like that.

You're sure he doesn't think you can hear him through the door as he talks to the nurse with indifference he doesn't bother asking about your condition or why you suddenly don't want to see anyone and just leaves. What else do you need as proof that he doesn't care about you? You got your answer. He's probably going to see Jezi. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. That's why you don't tell anyone that you get discharged tomorrow. You call a taxi to bring you home.

At the normal time around twelve that they would visit you, you get a phone call first from Taehyung but when you don't answer your brother's name appears on your silenced phone screen. They're probably together as Taehyung wouldn't bother to call you otherwise if it's not for keeping up appearances you remind yourself. You hate yourself as your heart still skips a beat when you see his name.

You're not too surprised when they show up at your doorstep. The hospital probably told them that you're no longer there. Knowing your brother he will not leave until he sees so you open the door and face the both of them.

"You should have called us! We were so worried about you. Why did you just leave without telling anyone?" You sigh in your brother's arms it's calming until your eyes catch dark ones. Taehyung is watching you with curious eyes as you guys hug and you hold onto your brother tightly. Normally you're like an open book but today your expression is uncharacteristically blank.

"I wouldn't want to bother you. I managed just fine." Your tone is defensive. There are no traces of warmth in your expression and your eyes are stone cold. Both Taehyung and Jungkook watch you with big eyes it's not like you to lash out.

"A-Are you alright? You seem to be in a bad mood. Are you in pain?" Jungkook immediately fusses over you and you step back instead of accepting it as you would normally do. You're too tired to do this.

"I'm fine. I can take care of myself and I don't want anyone's pity. I'm tired so please leave."

You retreat back to your room without seeing them out you figure they will get your message and leave.

They will probably think that you're in a bad mood and it's better to wait until you calmed down. You listen for the front door and when you hear it close you let out a tired sigh. You can't believe Taehyung had the audacity to seem worried when all he did the last month was play with your feelings. You could tell your brother about what you heard. You know he would at least punch him and it would be so satisfying to watch but you're not a person who would do that. Their friendship has nothing to do with you and you don't want them to fight because of you.

You were so lost in your head that you didn't hear the faint sound coming from the tv in the living room.

Taehyung is sitting on your couch when you go out to get a glass of water and your eyes meet. He could probably see the question in your eyes because he offers you an answer.

"Your brother told me to make sure you're ok."

Of course, he did. He wouldn't be here willingly. You were stupid for thinking that he might have been truly worried about your previous outburst.

"And I told you to leave Taehyung. I'm fine I just want to be left alone." Because you immediately turn away to continue your path to the kitchen you couldn't see how Taehyung's brows furrow in silent frustration. He follows after you the boy obviously getting fed up with your passive-aggressive comments. You never spoke to him like this ever before. You're always so sweet to him so why are you being a bitch now? Does your new heart belong to an ice queen before they give it to you or something? You refuse to look at him even when you feel his presence loom over you as you make yourself some tea.

Taehyung is speechless when you don't even offer him some and just turn to leave to probably go back to your room but he doesn't let you.

"What is your problem Y/N? I'm here to make sure you're ok if anything you should be thankful that your boyfriend is here to take care of you. Why are you making a scene?" You don't hold back the scoff that comes out naturally. Taehyung is even more confused to see pure fury behind your orbs. He never saw you angry. Not at him at least. You try to pull your wrist out of his hold but he doesn't relent. He pushes you against the kitchen door with both hands planted on the wood on either side of your face. Your stupid heart betrays you. Even your new heart is still beating for him.

Taehyung growls in displeasure when you look to the side avoiding his gaze again. What did he do that you don't even want to look at him? He's doing you a favour by dating you, you should be thankful for him that he gives you any time of day.

"Look at me." You don't. That's when he puts a finger under your chin to make you but you still resist.

"Y/N. I. Said. Look at me!" You do look at him with fire. Your heated gaze renders him speechless. His anger evaporates when he finally recognises your emotions. Anger. Disappointment. Sadness.

Now he's the one who can't bear to look at you looking at him like that. He denies every feeling that you made him feel this past month. He keeps telling himself that he doesn't feel the tug of a smile when he sees you laugh. He kept comparing you to Jezi. First, he would think about how much prettier and taller she is. You're average and short, her hair is longer too he likes long hair rather than short. Why is his heart beating so fast when he's this close to you then?

You're clingy. Annoying with your gifts and constant questions about what he likes.

Why seeing your sad eyes makes his heart throb painfully in his ribcage? What did you do to him? When he was talking to Jezi on the phone he couldn't deny anymore how hard it was to say I love you to her and seem like he meant it when he would rather be meant it for you.

"Let's break up."

Taehyung catches your tears with his thumb. Frustrated and confused. He can't put a finger on why you're acting so strange all of a sudden. Break up? Why would you want to break up with him? You love him! He knows you do. So why?

"No." It slips out before he would think about it but doesn't take it back. His head is swarmed by thoughts. Is it someone else? Do you like someone else now? Why? Why? Why?!

"Taehyung." You catch his wrist stopping him from touching your cheeks anymore.

"I'm not Taehyung! Why are you keep calling me that!" You're surprised by his sudden outburst.

"It's your name." You say dumbly. You don't understand. Too stunned to stop him - your eyes widen when he forcibly kisses you. Your mouth is open and he tries to push his tongue into your mouth deepening the kiss but you get back to your senses.

"Tae, Taehyungie you never call me Taehyung, why are you calling me Taehyung?" He answers when you push at his shoulders. Him kissing you never felt so painful before as you know the truth now. He's getting desperate as you keep pushing him away.

"Stop! Please stop. How long are you planning on torturing me? Why are you hurting me?" You cry harder and Taehyung's stunned. He stops pushing and you break free from his hold this time.

"I know everything Taehyung. I know about Jezi. I know that you started dating me out of pity. I know my brother talked you into this- I hope you were having fun making me fall in love with you. You win. You fucking win Kim Taehyung you successfully broke my heart. I hope it was worth it for you."

No! This can't be happening. No. No. No. NO. You can't leave just like that. He needs to- He needs...

"Get out. I don't want to see you anymore." Your words are coming out as barely a whisper but Taehyung hears them. He never realised he started crying as well.

"D-Don't leave, please! I'll e-explain everything! Please Y/N just give me-" Another chance? What's the point of that? You can't find it in yourself to care even when you see Taehyung on his knees in front of you.

"Goodbye Taehyung." Painful words. Taehyung deserves them. It was too late when he realised things.

You're short. But you're the perfect height to rest his chin on top of your hair. You listen to his words and remember them. Jezi doesn't even remember the day he was born yet you know everything about him. He knows so little of you though.

The apartment is cold you're not coming over anymore. Before you broke up with him, the house was spotless you did everything for him. Cooked him meals did his laundry you were more like a housemaid than a girlfriend. He regrets treating you like that.

He regrets the words you overheard when he was talking on the phone. Jungkook is the only one who comes to check up on him. He only knows that you broke up with Taehyung and doesn't say anything else and he feels guiltier as his friend tries to help him feel better. It was all his fault. He made you cry. Made you feel worthless. A charity case. It doesn't help lessen the guilt when he finally cut ties with Jezi. He wants you back but you're not answering your phone. Taehyung doesn't dare go to your house, he's unworthy of your forgiveness. Nonetheless, that's all he will ever want. Not just for you to forgive him but to take him back. Date him for real this time. He would give his whole arm to just see you smile at him and hold his hand. He tainted every good memory you two had since he was pretending.

*1 month later* (read after the cut if you want a hopeful ending)

"You'll have to leave the house eventually." Taehyung ignores Jungkook completely. He has no intention of going to that party he was talking about. Jungkook could throw his clothes at him all he wants he won't move from this comfortable spot on his bed.

"Yuk, it smells like death in here. First, you have to take a shower I'm not letting you meet my sister in that state."

His sister? Jungkook looks smug as it's clear the mention of her caught Taehyung's attention. He never got to see you after that dreadful night you said to get out.

"She doesn't want to see me. She hates me." Taehyung sighs and lays down again. He's not going. You wouldn't want him to come anyway. He deserves to suffer for making you cry and he certainly doesn't deserve you after what he had done to you.

"Bullshit. My sister loves you, and you. You clearly love her too because you wouldn't mop around all day if you didn't. You know, she's not in a better state than you are. She misses you."

You don't know what you were thinking. Seeing Taehyung after a long month spent alone was like a fresh pour of salt on your open wound. Your heart still aches for him. His longing stares are driving you crazy. Can't decide if it's real or if your eyes are deceiving you in favour of your heart's desires. He keeps looking your way and even when you try hard not to stare at him you swear you could feel his gaze on you.

You let out a relieved sigh when you're behind the protection of the women's restroom. Looking at your reflection you try to get yourself together, you know you should leave. There's no reason for you to be hopeful and then get rejected.

The door opens before you make your decision Taehyung's eyes connect with yours through the bathroom mirror. No one is inside besides you and even you don't want to be here - not say have some alone time with the boy who broke your heart.

"Please don't leave me again. I love you." [Who said those words? One might never know.]

#bts fanfiction #bts angst #taehyung fanfiction #taehyung angst #taehyung fic #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #bts fic #bts fanfic

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alwritey-aphrodite · 2 years

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Flowers

Chapter 9 of You Are In Love

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: modern!Poe Dameron x reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: big fan of farmer’s markets

Everything seems to settle when Rey and Rose return from their week away. You restart your weekly group hang outs, and try to avoid as much one-on-one time with Poe as possible, even though you want the exact opposite. Still, after your pseudo-confession in his car, you’re in no rush to spend time alone with him and embarrass yourself even more.

It’s what’s best, you tell yourself, you’re keeping yourself from getting hurt and Poe from having to reject you. Really, he should be thanking you, instead of staring you down across the table with those puppy-dog eyes of his.

If it weren’t for the way he looks at you when you’re all together, it doesn’t seem like anything is off. He’s still as polite and friendly and loving as ever, cracking jokes with you as if nothing has changed.

And maybe nothing has changed. Maybe you’re just overreacting, being delusional when there’s nothing wrong with anyone else. Maybe Poe’s forgotten the conversation you’ve had, because you’re sure he didn’t think about it as much as you did after.

But he’s silently wishing that you understand the meaning behind all of his longing looks, so he doesn’t need to put himself out in the open, in fear that you really don’t feel the same, and he’s just been reading everything wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time he let his own hopes cloud his thoughts.

As the leaves change and the weather cools, the five of you have been trying to spend as much time outside as possible, knowing the bitter cold that awaits you in winter. Now, though, it’s still sunny and comfortable with a light jacket, so you often end up at little outdoor events, like concerts or autumn farmers markets.

There’s a little fall farmers market that you go to every weekend; there’s always fresh fruit, honey, and a few stands for crafts and other artwork. Last year, you’d tried a few times to get a stand to display some of your work, but you’d always ask too late and there were never any available spots.

This year, though, there’s one weekend where you found an open table, so now you’re scrambling to finish up some smaller paintings and watercolors, and look through your older work to see if there’s anything you’d be able to sell.

It really wasn’t about making sales, your main goal was to draw some attention to your work. You figured if there were people interested, you might find some more inspiration and energy to try and find a local gallery to display some of your work.

So, of course, you made your friends agree to help you set up and run your little table at the market, and to help you pass the hours quicker. While you were hopeful, you weren’t overly optimistic about getting a lot of attention or sales.

But, you knew that with your friends there, you’d have a good time anyway, it was practically impossible not to be happy around them. You tried your hardest not to think about what you were actually there to do, and instead tell yourself it’s just another Saturday morning spent with your friends.

The Friday before, you’re a nervous wreck, tearing apart your studio to try and find enough pieces that you like but would also be able to part with, if it came to that. You’re mid freak out when you get a text from Rose, pausing in your frantic searching to check your phone.

Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, I know it’ll be great!!!

It seems like that message is enough to get you to come to your senses and calm down. You have enough pieces, and they’ve been picked out weeks ago, since you’ve known you’d gotten a table at the market. And, if someone can’t find something they love, you have enough spare time to take some commissions.

Everything is under control.

You feel much more relaxed after that message, and spend the night doing some much needed pampering and self-care. You even pick out your outfit for tomorrow, something that makes you feel both confident and professional, ready to take on whatever life throws at you.

You crawl into bed at a decent time, and somehow manage to fall asleep without the help of melatonin. Though, your alarm still feels like it goes off as soon as you close your eyes.

The morning is early, guaranteeing that you have enough time to get properly ready without feeling rushed at all, but not so much time that you have any opportunities to sit around and feel anxious.

Poe had offered to pick you up, and you’ve just finished getting ready when you get his text that tells you he arrived. So, you put on your shoes, gather your supplies, and head down to his car after taking a few deep breaths to keep yourself relaxed.

The air is chilly when you step outside, but you're hopeful that once the sun peeks through the clouds, it’ll warm up. As soon as he sees you, Finn is sprinting out of the car to help you with all of your supplies.

“You could have texted, I would have gone up to help.” He half-grumbles, taking some of the canvases from your hands.

“I thought I could handle it,” you puff, rearranging your grip more comfortably now that Finn had taken some of the weight.

You load up into Poe’s car, making sure your paintings are extra secure before allowing Poe to drive off. Once you’ve gotten yourself situated and buckled, Finn hands you a to-go cup of coffee, and you can tell by the design that it’s from Maz’s.

“Ooh, who was working today?” You ask after thanking him and taking a large sip of the warm drink.

“I didn’t recognize them,” Poe responds, so you assume it was one of the new hires. And, from your first few sips, they did a pretty good job.

Poe manages to find a pretty decent parking spot, mainly because the market isn’t open yet. He and Finn carry all of your paintings and other supplies while you lead the way to your little table settled underneath some red and orange trees.

You’ve got a decent spot, almost perfectly in the middle of the left hand side of stalls, and the trees will give you some shade, if the sun ever fully comes out.

Rose and Rey arrive as you’re setting up, switching around the way you’re displaying your pieces over and over, never quite satisfied.

“This looks good,” Finn assures you, gently gripping your forearms and pulling you out of arm’s reach of the table. Poe nods in agreement.

“Best one yet.”

“Really?” You say, escaping Finn’s hold and taking a few steps back, turning your head this way and that, trying to decide if you truly like the setup you’ve created.

“I think it looks perfect,” Rose says, pulling you into a side hug in greeting.

“You’ve done a great job,” Rey reaffirms as she gives you her own hug, everyone nodding and muttering in agreement.

“Ok, ok, I’ll leave it like this.” You step back towards your table, where Finn and Poe have set up folding chairs for the five of you. You sit down, clutching your coffee, knee bouncing erratically. You had so much pent up energy and anxiety, you felt like you could sprint a mile.

But your friends did a great job of distracting you from your nerves, keeping your mind calm and mostly off the topic of the day ahead. It worked wonders for you, and you practically felt lighter, much more ready to take on whatever the universe threw at you.

At first, it seemed like the universe had nothing to throw. The market was officially open to the public, but it was still early so there were barely any people. Two or three passed by your little table, pausing for just a second to take in your work, before moving on towards the fruit stands.

And, it stung a little. You had put in so much work, so much stress and anxiety, having people pass you by like that felt like a slap in the face. You were confident enough in your work, but you still enjoyed the validation you got from compliments, and on rare occasions, sales.

So having people walk by with barely a glance was definitely a blow at your self esteem. Luckily, you had your friends there, who helped you keep your mind off of the people walking past.

But, things turned around pretty quickly.

As it warmed up slightly and time went on, the market got busier and busier. Before, people would only glance at your table and your work before moving on, but now you had people actually coming up to the table to get a closer look and to talk with you.

You loved how so many different types of people came to further inspect your art: elderly women with colorful scarves, millennial men in beanies and flannels, parents pulled forward by their young daughter. It made you positively glow inside knowing that all those people saw something they loved in your work.

As noon approached, you sold off a watercolor of the view from your window to a young woman, a canvas painting of your childhood playground to a family with a baby, and a more abstract canvas to one of the cool old ladies. You’d even managed to get a commission, a gift from a father for his daughter’s first apartment.

Seeing all of these people appreciating your art, and finding things they loved and that reminded them of themselves was the creative boost you needed. You were finally out of the creative rut you’d been in since returning from that lake trip, you could practically feel it coursing through your veins.

Of course, your friends were excellent salesmen. Poe and Rey in particular knew how to draw a crowd, and were able to chat up the potential customers if you were busy helping someone else. Having them with you really made all the difference.

They were there to remind you to keep breathing when you started getting overwhelmed, and they were there to grin and jump and celebrate with you when someone purchased one of your pieces. They were there to celebrate in all of your triumphs and defeats, and you truly don’t think you would have made it through the day without them.

The hours seem to fly by, and soon it’s noon and all the visitors to the market are leaving while the vendors pack up their stalls. You don’t have much to take, just your box of extra supplies and your leftover paintings. In a way, you were glad they weren’t all sold, because you weren’t so sure you’d be able to part with all of them just yet.

You all make plans to celebrate the day’s successes that evening, giving you all time to rest and recharge before you head out again. You wave a goodbye to Rey and Rose, and then the boys help you haul your things back to Poe’s car.

The drive back is full of animated conversations and lots of laughter. Mostly, you stick to observing, absolutely drained from the morning you’ve had. Still, it seems impossible to wipe the smile from your face, your cheeks are almost hurting.

You haven’t felt this confident, this carefree in such a long time you’d almost forgotten what it felt like. You felt on top of the world, so high up that absolutely nothing could bring you down, not even that lingering bit of something between you and Poe.

When you return to your apartment, after turning down Finn and Poe’s offer to help you with the rest of your things, you throw yourself onto your bed, delighting in the way you sink into the mattress. You fall asleep without even taking off your clothes.

When you wake up, it’s only a few hours later, leaving you plenty of time to get re-ready to see your friends. You’re grateful that everyone agreed to take a break before you continued on with your day, the nap you took was definitely needed.

Your mind feels clearer than it has in a long time, as if someone had removed a dirty pane of glass from in front of it. You feel recharged and ready to take on whatever life throws at you. You get yourself dressed again, in clothes that you didn’t nap in, before you make your way over to Rey and Rose’s apartment.

The evening is spent in their shared backyard area, huddled around the firepit. The air gets even chillier when it gets dark, so you all have blankets wrapped around your shoulders to fight it off, along with some warm drinks.

It’s the perfect way to spend an evening after a perfect day, warm and happy and surrounded by all your friends. You’re completely on cloud nine, and nothing could ever bring you down, not when you’re this high off the ground. You feel unstoppable, in a way that you never have before.

You’re fully present with your friends, there’s not a single corner of your mind that’s off focusing on something worrisome or unnecessary, you’re completely in the moment, warmed just as much by your friend’s joy as you are by the fire.

Still, the excitement of the day starts to catch up with you again, so you all decide to call it an early evening. As always, Poe drives you home. You hate the way you crave these moments with him, just the two of you in a silent car, all alone in the dark night. Something about it feels like home, like you’re safely wrapped up in the silence and the glow from the console.

You say your goodbyes, sans love confessions, and make your way up to your apartment, feeling like you’re floating on air. You’ve just finished showering and throwing on the coziest pair of pajamas you own when there’s a knock at the front door.

It’s late, so you’re immediately on edge. The feeling only amplifies when a glance through the peephole tells you that there’s no one on the other side. Still, you edge the door open, seeing something resting on your doormat through the crack.

You slowly open the door wider, revealing the gift in its entirety: a vase full of colorful flowers. You gently pick up the gift, and notice the note attached. Re-entering your apartment, you set the vase on the table and open the note, your heart beat ticking up at the familiar handwriting.

Congrats on a very successful day

I saw these and thought of you

I hope you know how proud I am

-Poe

You find yourself blinking back tears, your heart a bird desperate to escape the cage of your ribs. You bring the vase into your room with you, setting it on your nightstand where you’ll be able to see it when you fall asleep and right when you wake up.

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#VANILLA [Gojo Satoru]

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend wanted to take things slow in your relationship to ensure your comfort, but when you called him "vanilla," everything changed.

— C.W: boyfriend! Gojo satoru x female reader , 18+ only , nsfw , bathroom sex , kitchen sex , unprotected , dirty talk , creampie , pet names , fingering , multiple orgasm , squirting , rough , multiple rounds , passing out , MDNI , not proofread!

— WORD COUNT: 2.1k

— A/N: Got the idea from my friend))

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In the early stages of your relationship, you noticed something about your boyfriend, Gojo. Every time you initiated intimacy, he seemed to have a different approach than most. Instead of engaging in full-blown sexual intercourse, Gojo only focused on pleasuring you.

He would kiss you passionately, caress your body, and use his mouth and hands to make sure you were satisfied. It was sweet and attentive, but you couldn't help but feel that he was being a bit too cautious – almost, dare you say it, vanilla.

The way he touched you, left you craving more, wanting to experience the depths of passion that only intercourse could offer. It wasn't that you weren't enjoying the attention he lavished upon you, but you desired a more intense connection, something wilder and less restrained. The desire for something spicier was building inside you, and one day, you couldn't help but call him out on it.

The two of you sat comfortably on the couch, cuddled up under a cozy blanket, engrossed in the movie playing on the screen.

"Satoru," you said softly, as he turned his attention away from the movie to meet your eyes. "You know, you're very vanilla."

His brows furrowed "What? Me? Vanilla?“ he asked,“Eh- why are you saying that?“

You bit your lip, choosing your words carefully. "Well, Satoru, it's just that, you know... Even though we're together, we never actually have sex," you began, your voice gentle. "I mean, you only ever focus on pleasuring me. Not that I want it right now, especially with a mission tomorrow."

Gojo facepalmed at your words,“W-Well it‘s just-„ he began to explain, but he was abruptly cut off when the movie ended.

"Oh, the movie ended," you noted as you stood up. "I have a mission tomorrow, so I'll go to bed first." You started walking towards your shared room. "Good night!"

"Ah, wait!" Gojo shouted after you, but it was too late. The door slammed shut, and you didn't hear his words.

Gojo slumped back in his seat, a deep sigh escaping him. He placed his hand on his knee, leaning his head into his palm,

You had drifted off to sleep in the dimly lit room. Wrapped in a comfortable blanket, you began to dream peacefully.

But this peaceful respite was short-lived as you were roused from your slumber by a surprising sensation. Something was poking your ass, and a hand had boldly ventured beneath your T-shirt, fondling your breast.

Eyes flying open, you gasped in surprise. It didn't take long to realize that the person responsible for this intrusion into your dreams was none other than your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru. He had joined you in bed,

"Satoru?" you uttered his name, but he didn't offer a response. Instead, he continued his intimate exploration, planting kisses on your neck and working his hand down to your shorts. The room was filled with the sound of your erratic breaths, and you couldn't help but be acutely aware of the growing warmth between your legs.

As the atmosphere grew more charged with desire, you tried to collect your thoughts and understand the situation. "Wait, Satoru," you protested, even as he shifted your position, making you lie on your stomach with him hovering over you. "Are you half asleep?" you questioned,

Satoru remained silent, his actions doing the talking for him. He began to massage your clit through your panties, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. In response, you moaned softly, your resistance gradually waning under the intoxicating touch of his fingers.

"Satoru, I have a mission tomorrow," you breathlessly reminded him. You began turning around to face him, eager to discuss the situation.

But before you could fully adjust your position, Gojo acted with an unexpected urgency. He swiftly removed his hand from your panties and moved, positioning himself right in front of your face. His eyes were filled with an undeniable hunger that matched the intensity of the moment.

Gojo lowered his shorts, revealing his fully hardened cock. His impatience was palpable, and he wasted no time in guiding your face closer to his throbbing member. Placing his thumb inside your mouth, he gently urged it open, allowing him to push his erect dick inside your warm, wet mouth.

As he did so, a rush of saliva escaped the corners of your lips, trickling down your chin. You couldn't help but moan as Gojo began to thrust into your mouth, each movement deepening the intensity of the moment. The electric sensation of his hard length sliding against your tongue only fueled the passion that enveloped you both.

As Gojo's pace quickened, you adjusted to the passionate rhythm.With each plunge, he pushed the limits of your oral skills, causing you to occasionally gag on the fullness of his length.

Your eyes locked with Gojo's as you focused on pleasuring him. The sound of your breathless moans filled the room, and Gojo's ragged groans mirrored your excitement.

The taste and texture of his member, combined with the intensity of the moment, had you completely absorbed in your task. Your desire to satisfy him was relentless, pushing you to take more of him.

With his climax rapidly approaching, Gojo withdrew from your mouth, and shifted your body onto your stomach. He leaned over you and slipped his fingers into your wet, sensitive core.

His digit entered your hole, sending electrifying sensations through your body as he began to explore your inner depths.

„You know.. I don‘t really care about other people’s feelings.“ he started,“Having kiddie level sex doesn’t satisfy me at all..but because I‘m your kind boyfriend..“ he rubbed his finger against your inner walls, making you whimper.

„I wanted to do it slowly and gently..so you wouldn‘t get scared.“ he said, pushing his fingers out of you and collecting your slick,“I thought I was making it good for you, but it seems that wasn‘t enough, was it?“ he brushed his hand over your ass cheeks, before positioning himself at your clit.

„I thought you might not be ready for this..but if y/n-chan asks for it- it‘s alright, right?“ he spoke, as he plunged into you with unbridled force, sending electric sensations up your spine. The intense feeling of his rigid length filling your wet, constricting warmth sent tremors of pleasure coursing through your body.

Your moans filled the room as your grip on the sheets tightened, your nails pressing into the fabric. "T-too much..." you whispered, your voice quivering, as Satoru continued his relentless thrusts.

Gojo inserted his fingers into your mouth, "Suck," he commanded, and you complied eagerly,

Your lips wrapped around his fingers, forming a tight seal as you began to suck gently. The warmth and wetness of your mouth combined with the teasing motions of your tongue created an enticing sensation, making Gojo's breath catch in his throat. Each flicker and swirl of your tongue added to the sensual intensity of the moment, and he couldn't help but be captivated by the pleasure you were providing.

As Gojo continued thrusting into her, the intensity of their lovemaking kept growing. Their moans filled the room as they got closer to reaching their peak.

With a gasp, your climax overtook you. It started as a pulsating throb deep within you, a sensation that quickly built into an irresistible, overwhelming wave of pleasure. Your body tensed, as you came around him with him soon following.

Your mind went blank for a moment as you tried to gather your thoughts. Gojo leaned down, kissing you passionately before pulling away slightly. His breath warm against your lips.

„Haha~ look how your tongue comes out of your mouth.“ Gojo chuckled, his gaze fixed on you as you lay there.

He then scooped you up, planting kisses on your cheeks before saying, "I'm thirsty. Let's get some water." With that, he slung you over his shoulder and made his way toward the kitchen.

As you both arrived in the kitchen, Gojo placed you gently on the countertop. He pressed you down, so you lay on your back, the smooth surface cool against your skin.

Gojo took a sip of water and held it in his mouth before leaning in closer. With his lips hovering over yours, he carefully let the water trickle into your mouth. Some droplets danced down your chin and slipped onto your body,

Simultaneously, as this sensual exchange occurred, Gojo continued his thrusting. You gasped as the rest of the water that had trickled from his mouth to yours spilled, drenching your chest, stomach, and face.

"Awh~ look at you... all wet and dirty," he smiled at you, a deep blush on his cheeks, "Let's take a shower."

Gojo wasted no time, lifting you from the kitchen counter and carrying you toward the bathroom. He turned the water on, adjusting it to a comfortable temperature. The warm spray rained down on both of you, cleansing away the water and remnants of your passionate encounter.

With a mischievous grin, Gojo pulled you into the shower with him. The water cascaded over both of your bodies, the sensation soothing and arousing at the same time. As the steamy air filled the bathroom, Gojo pressed you against the shower tiles, his lips crashing onto yours. The passionate kisses continued, and you knew that your night was far from over.

Gojo's hands roamed your wet skin, his touches leaving trails of desire in their wake. As the water poured down, he explored every inch of your body, leaving no part untouched as he thrusted into you again.

As Gojo thrusted into you, you could feel your inner muscles clenching involuntarily in response to the intense pleasure, the walls of your warmth gripping him tightly. The rhythmic pulsing and clenching were like a silent plea for more, your body craving every inch of him.

As the steamy water rained down on the two of you, you both reached your climax together. Gojo's thrusts became more erratic, and your inner muscles clenched tightly around him as you both gasped and moaned in ecstasy. Your bodies trembled with pleasure. Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, you couldn't take it anymore and passed out after reaching your peak.

The next morning, you slowly stirred, feeling a dull warmth beside you. As your eyes fluttered open, you realized Gojo was lying next to you, still deep in slumber. Your body felt refreshed, and you looked down to see that you were both dressed as if nothing had happened.

A sense of confusion washed over you. Was it all a dream? The vivid memories of the previous night raced through your mind, leaving you with an ache and a sense of disbelief.

Gently rising from the bed, you couldn't ignore the discomfort in your lower half. Nevertheless, you brushed it aside and made your way out of the shared bedroom.

You entered the living room and the sight that met your eyes told a story of last night's mess – an empty alcohol bottle left behind.

You picked up the bottle, scanning the label. It was definitely alcohol. Your mind raced, trying to piece together what had happened. Just then, the bedroom door creaked open, revealing a groggy and disheveled Gojo.

"Y/n-chan," he moaned, rubbing his throbbing temple. "I've got a terrible headache."

"Have you been drinking?" you demanded, showing him the evidence.

He mumbled guiltily, "Uh, maybe."

Your anger flared. "You can't just do that! Why did you?"

"Because you hurt my feelings, Y/n-chan!" he replied, his voice tinged with annoyance. "So, I decided to drown my sorrows."

The implications of his words hit you hard, and your face flushed with embarrassment. Had he been drunk during those intimate moments? Wide-eyed, you tried to make sense of it all.

But Gojo wasn't finished. His gaze landed on your neck, and he noticed the fresh hickeys. "Why do you have hickeys on your neck? They weren't there yesterday!" he exclaimed, his own eyes filled with surprise. "I can't remember anything!"

„WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?!“

Never let Gojo Satoru drink alcohol again.

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