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songsofadelaide · 7 months

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17:35. Kuantan, Malaysia

The faint scents of black coffee and your favourite raspberry black tea tickle your nose as you rouse from a rather deep sleep. What should have been a little catnap turned into a full-blown siesta…

Huh. Somehow you don't feel quite like yourself as you rose from your bed— a two poster with a breezy canopy, the colour to your exact liking. There was an impression on the other side of the bed though the sheets were still neatly folded, as though someone had just gotten up from being comfortably seated for a while.

"Finally awake?"

Nanami's deep voice cuts through your still-muddled thoughts as he takes a seat on your side of the bed this time. He brushes up the hair on your forehead and presses a tender kiss to your temple that leaves you a little baffled.

"Kento! How long have I been asleep?"

"Long enough," he replied as he gently handed you a mug of your tea. You noticed he had the same one, though it was full of his black coffee. It must come in pairs, then… The tea wasn't piping hot anymore, just enough for you to take a sip without burning your tongue. And he never forgets your single sugar cube, too. "You were grumbling in your sleep, but not the sort that would make me wake you."

"Oh, it was probably because I was dreaming—" You cut yourself off before you could even tell him about it—

—all the screaming, all the blood, all the danger that seemed to follow even after all the running you've done.

Was it an omen? A sign of sorts? You didn't want to dwell on that nightmare any further because even just remembering it upset you.

Nanami carefully takes back the mug when he notices you visibly trembling. "What's the matter?"

And you catch the little glimmer of a golden band around his left ring finger, one that matched the diamond ring on yours.

We're married.

You look him in the eyes and you know now for certain that you'd love him in a different life— in that other life, too, but that didn't matter and shouldn't matter anymore because the reality is… There was no blood, no danger, no running around aimlessly— there was just you and Nanami in your cosy seaside residence, the soft chill of the salty afternoon wind gently blowing through your curtains and canopy.

"You know what, I can't remember anymore. It doesn't really matter that much, either," you said with a defeated sigh, your lips slowly curling to a smile as you tried to reach for your tea again. Instead, he slides into your eager arms and hums in agreement.

You're further brought back to your senses when he coiled his long and tense arms around your waist, dragging back your sleepy self to the matter of fact. His voice reverberates against your chest and you feel yourself cling onto him. "You're right. Why bother when reality is so much better?"

— he's here. He always has been. And he's not going anywhere anytime soon.

#songsofadelaidewrites💛#jujutsu kaisen #we're all sleeping at nanami's seaside residence #i don't know why i'm crying in the club rn #you still would have been mine we would have been timeless #nanami kento #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader

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starrysamu · 8 months

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inevitably.

osamu x reader

words are a little difficult for this set of roommates.

warnings: alcohol mention

“where … are you going?”

the streetlight flickers through the window. you should close the blinds.

“out,” you say quietly, tugging at your skirt.

osamu pauses. “where?”

you shrug, rolling your lips under your teeth. “downtown,” you mumble, then blurt - “i’m meeting kiyoko and yachi.”

the tv hums. when harry met sally.

he nods, averting his eyes to the book in his lap. his rimmed glasses slide down the bridge of his nose. “you need me to drive you?”

your stomach dips when he looks away.

“no.” goosebumps line your skin. you shift on the balls of your feet. “i called an uber.”

“okay,” he says and you watch his chest fall. “will you text me when you get there? and call me if you need a ride back?”

why?

“i’ll be fine,” you say too quickly, too dismissively. “don’t stay up or anything.” you swallow hard, words thick and heavy from your tongue.

when he says okay, a sliver of your hopes he doesn’t mean it.

you turn to grab your keys off the counter and slide them into your bag. “night,” you call over your shoulder.

when the door shuts, you lean against it for a moment - you tell yourself it’s because you’re still waiting for your uber, but you press a heavy hand against your chest and hope your heart rate comes back down.

“i thought you weren’t coming tonight,” yachi yells over the music.

“things are weird at home,” you yell back. you don’t need to clarify that ‘things’ mean you and osamu have been weird at home.

kiyoko bumps her shoulder with yours. “wait, catch me up.”

“i don’t know,” you sigh defeatedly, head hanging. it’s true - you really didn’t know what was going on. maybe you need another drink before you can pull up the play-by-play in your mind.

yachi beats you to it. “they finally kissed.”

her voice carries louder than you had expected and you know it’s just because the music is too loud but it sure feels like she’s airing your dirty laundry to everyone and their mom at this club.

kiyoko’s mouth hangs. “wait, why didn’t you tell me?” she yells back.

“we kissed the other night when he came home from his trip but we haven’t talked about it since.”

your face burns at the admission, partly because you feel embarrassed to say it out loud and partly because you can still feel his lips, gentle and needy against your own.

uninvited stills flash in your mind. his low-lidded gray eyes and flushed cheeks. your palms pressing against him, his arm burning against your waist.

you exhale for a long, long moment.

in your entire year and a half of living with him, you’d never seen him like that before, let alone even guess that this would happen.

“i’ve been waiting,” yachi says giddily, “i’ve always been rooting for him.”

you down the rest of your glass. had you been playing the long con? had he been playing the long con?

“so how was it?” kiyoko leans in, only a touch quieter than yachi a few minutes ago.

really good.

you’d do it again in a heartbeat.

“good,” you mumble. “i need another drink.”

yachi holds onto your arm when you move to get up. “not so fast, you have some more explaining to do. was it everything you thought it was going to be?”

“that’s quite a dramatic question,” you say, suppressing a smile. “that’s a huge expectation for a man.”

“but it’s osamu. it’s your roommate.”

“that doesn’t make him any less of a man.”

“that’s the point!” yachi says.

“this is getting really confusing.” you bury your head in your hands, your muscles starting to loosen.

kiyoko slides a glass towards you and you reach for it like you’ve been parched for days.

“so what now?” kiyoko asks gently, watching as you slump back against the booth. “you said things were weird at home.”

they’re weird because this is new territory. they’re weird because maybe you’d been hoping for this, waiting for this, but now that it’s here, you don’t know what to do or how to act or what he’s thinking.

“i’m not sure,” you say tiredly. “i feel like he’s avoiding … it.”

you think about him offering to drive you and pick you up.

your mind feels fuzzy when you hear yourself say, “shots, ladies?”

you’re not much better at saying what’s on your mind, when you really think about it.

you don’t come back home until you know you’ve sobered up.

the lamp in the corner of the living room is still on.

osamu hasn’t moved very much, but instead of sitting upright, he’s stretched his legs out on the couch, head resting against the armrest. his book is shut, sitting on the coffee table next to the tv remote.

he’s almost asleep.

his drooping eyes lift when he hears you double lock the door.

“hi,” you whisper.

“hi,” he mumbles sleepily. “you have fun?”

“yeah. why are you still up?”

“i wasn’t sleepy.”

“sure you weren’t.”

“i really wasn’t.”

“you were literally asleep when i walked in.”

“i was literally awake.”

you hum, setting your keys bag on the countertop. his eyes watch as you walk towards him.

your skin burns. you want to look away - you want him to look away - when you say, “do you wanna talk?”

“what an ominous opening statement.” his voice is just a notch louder.

when he looks up to you expectantly, you squat in front of him, shins pressing against the bottom of the couch. he props himself up on his elbow, meeting you eye to eye.

you look at him for a moment and watch the tips of his ears fade into pink. you fold your arms over your knees and nestle your chin in the crook.

“hi again,” you finally whisper.

his head tilts. you’re inches away, close enough to feel his warmth through the blankets.

“hi again,” he whispers back, the corners of his lips lifting.

you suck on your lower lip nervously. “i think,” you start slowly, “i hope the other night wasn’t a mistake.”

it comes out as a question more than a statement.

his pupils grow a fraction of an inch. “did you think it was?”

“no,” you say too quickly. “i was hoping you didn’t think so. i don’t know. i’ve just been thinking. i just, we just haven’t talked about it since - ”

he waits for you to finish that thought, but you never do.

“i think this is the first time we’ve both been home at the same time since then, right?” he asks softly, peering at your averted eyes.

you frown. has it? have you just been in your head about it for the past 48 hours? surely you’d seen him at some point since then - you live together.

he sweeps a finger along your hairline, gently tucking your loose strands behind your ear.

“so,” he says, “what’d you think about?”

you look at him through your eyelashes. you, you want to say. instead, you choose, “this is all very new to me.”

“i can’t say i do this quite often with a roommate either.”

“stop,” you grumble, lips losing to a laugh. “i mean, do you wanna do it then?”

“do what?” he teases, his smile growing by the second.

you roll your eyes and tilt your head back in frustration. you lose your balance and feel your weight fall back until osamu reaches for your elbows.

“you still drunk?”

“no,” you say hotly. “i sobered up before i came home.”

“and why’s that?”

“no reason,” you huff. “can you just answer my question?”

his fingers are still gripping you tightly. he pulls you forward again, but instead of balancing you, you’re teetering on the balls of your feet.

he leans forward, hands moving from your arm to your chin. when he’s only an inch away from you, he whispers, “can i kiss you?”

before you can even finish saying yes, you’re pulled in quickly, his lips pressing against yours hard. fireworks set off in your gut, creeping up into your chest until you feel like your heart is going to burst.

when he pulls away to breathe, you swipe your thumbs against his lips.

“i got lipgloss all over you,” you mutter.

he grins. “strawberries.” he tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “does that answer your question?”

#osamu x reader #osamu fluff #osamu miya x you #idkkkk idk this was kinda hard idk why #but i keep looking at it and nothing changes so here we are .#and i don't wanna keep looking at it so u guys can just look at it #i'm so out of touch man #i don't love miscommunication but i love tension and that's all i have to say for myself

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wheels-of-despair · 9 months

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Okay, but imagine Eddie calling you after he hears "Master of Puppets" for the first time. (Or maybe after rewinding the sixth time.)

*ring ring* You: Hello? Eddie: BABE YOU GOTTA HEAR THIS!!! *puts phone to speakers, blows your eardrums*

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #'but wheels why aren't you listening to it together' you ask #because we don't want to influence each other by making faces during the initial listen #duh #don't look at me like i haven't been thinking about this for over a year

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creationsabyss · 1 month

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My thoughts on the Aventurine drama

I've been inactive for a while, I was (still am) busy in real life but coming back online to post and seeing discourse about a newly crowned favorite character is disheartening. Even more so, that people are harassing other writers over a drama I feel is overblown.

I have thoughts regarding it but I'm unsure if my opinion would be appreciated. But if you'd like to peacefully talk it out with me, I'd be happy to lend an ear. I'd like to hear both sides, as meager as my opinion may be.

Oh boy, here we go.

Aventurine is a character, a fictional being born to entertain the players. He is not real. He can not be offended by what you create of him. There is no point getting upset on the behalf of a character and prioritizing fiction over a person who does actually exist.

If we do want to condemn slavery fics, why not also cancel slave reader fics? Or ones that include things such as dead dove (including yanderes in general) fics because those topics are equally terrible to condone and write about from that point of view. Or how about other characters that have similar topics in their lore. Should those also be canceled too?

*There are also folks who make problematic pieces to help cope with their own trauma. Does that mean they should be canceled too? (On that note: making a piece that holds problematic content does not always mean the person condones it in real life. Fiction is fiction for a reason.)

In the end, I think everyone can have their own opinions, but I would like to say that your opinions do not justify terrible actions. Just because you disagree with something does not justify you bullying someone into deleting one of their works, whether it is art or writing or anything else, I do not think that is justifiable. Harassing someone or calling people to harass them is not right either.

*If you did disagree with it, why not message the author about it instead of making accusatory posts? Even when done with good intentions, all it does is cause harm when it's practically inviting people to go harass someone over a fanfiction. A very mild fanfiction at that.

If you disagree with a piece, cool. That's your opinion. Just don't interact with it then. Block that creator or that tag or whatever it is that led you there. Or if you're curious, ask that creator.

Also, to reiterate, in my opinion, fiction is still just fiction. Especially when it's a fanfiction about a fictional character. Yes, his canon lore exists, but people can use that basis in fanfiction, something that will inherently warp canon because we are not the original writers and can not capture him in the exact way he was created. In case that doesn't make sense: Fanfiction does not have to comply with the original lore. Also since some of you seem to be forgetting: fiction does not mirror real life.

If you are truly that concerned over sensitive topics like that, directing that energy towards projects that involve such topics in real life would be much better than attacking people on the internet.

#Ink stained letters #I'll probably delete this #If I remember #Sometimes I forget I post stuff #aventurine x reader #The slavery fiction drama #That I have #Let's say thoughts on #Will maybe start posting stuff again #Harassing people is not it though #Isn't that a saying #Two wrongs don't make a right #What an unfortunate time to return to #Killed my will to post things #I'll still post something today or tomorrow to make up for being gone #And for this post #Also people getting mad for a character is really strange #In my opinion #The characters aren't real?#They can't get offended?#Why are we hurting real people over a character that isn't real #This is my take on the drama #Can everyone stop harassing other people over fiction #I don't find any sense in it #This is my opinion #hsr aventurine #Also from my experience #Call out posts are generally just harmful #Especially when you don't make it a secret of who you're talking about #Let people write what they want

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evermoresversion · 10 months

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dating corbyn besson would include.

TW: Suggestive content.

First of all, his love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time.

He always asks you to paint his nails or if you do your own on acrylics he will want the same design in gelish.

He always wants to combine everything with you.

Whether it's clothes, nail art, accessories, whatever.

Lots of gifts, whether they are small details or cards that he make by hand.

There was one time when he wrote you a little poem on a napkin when you were on a date night.

When he writes songs you are the first one he shows them to.

Loves you too much.

He dedicates songs to you.

Anything, gift or whatever you give him, he keeps in a box that he has in his apartment.

When you no longer want to walk, he carries you on his back.

He lets you dye his hair.

He definitely uses your boobs as his personal pillow after a long day.

He adores, no, he loves you stroking his hair when you're both about to sleep.

You accompany him with the boys to record in the studio.

You are Daniel's best friend.

Him making jokes to you and you bothering about it.

When someone in an interview mentions you, he immediately start smiling.

Him being a great simp for you.

The boys teasing him about it.

All the parts that he plays in love songs and he has to write, he does it with you in mind.

Faithful believer that both are made for each other and will never end.

He is capable of telling you that he is pregnant if you ever think about breaking up with him.

With his antics you never get bored.

He always insists that both of you should sleep together.

Or he also insists that you should shower together to "save water".

Which brings us to shower sex if you accept his proposal.

But if you don't accept, he'll pout and cling to you like a flea and look at you with pleading eyes for you to accept.

When the two of you are together in a crowded place, he keeps you next to him or within his line of sight so he doesn't lose you.

He lets you do your makeup or skincare routine on him.

He steals food from your plate.

He would adopt a puppy to be your son.

Night talks about what your future together would be like.

He is excited to talk about what your ideal wedding of both would be like.

He always tries to get you to accompany him on all his tours.

But when you can't or you have something to do, you always receive him at the airport.

After each concert you wait for him backstage, when he sees you he hugs you strongly grateful for having you in his life to share his achievements.

Lots of kisses on the forehead.

Quickies between rehearsals or sound check.

The boys know what you do when you both disappear together.

The fans adore you and accept you as their boy's girl.

Beautiful edits of both on TikTok.

Your social media of both are full of your relationship.

Ashley, his sister, adores you.

And also all his family.

Whenever they have a family reunion or travel, his mother asks Corbyn to invite you.

Ashley having a fanpage about your relationship with her brother.

And she has also proclaimed herself as the president of the fan club of your relationship.

Him acting like a little kid around you.

You are definitely the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

Make your requests.

#corbyn besson #corbyn #besson #corbyn besson fanfic #corbyn besson imagines #corbyn besson imagine #corbyn besson x reader #corbyn besson x y/n #why don't we #why don't we imagines #why don't we imagine #why don't we fanfic #bro is papucho

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writingwithciara · 3 months

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Just Friends ~Jack Avery~

summary: jack doesn't like that he & the girl he's loved for years are never going to be more than just friends

word count: 1.7k

pairings: jack avery x reader

notes: based off THIS song. & yes, I still listen to the jonas brothers because they’re incredible af. italics are song lyrics. [this has been in my drafts for so long]

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there she goes again, the girl i'm in love with, it's cool we're just friends

Jack stood against the set of lockers as he watched y/n grab her belongings. He would do anything to prove how much he loved her, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Their friendship was fairly new to him & he didn't want to scare her off, since he had waited almost 8 years to finally build up the nerve to talk to her.

"Hey, Jack, what are you doing after school today?" she asked him.

"N-nothing. Why?"

"My mom wants me to babysit my sister but I already made plans with Marcus. She said I could go on my date if I found a suitable replacement." y/n looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Will you do it, please?"

"Yeah, sure. Just, uh, don't stay out too late."

"I won't. Thank you so much, Jack. I owe you one." she smiled and walked down the hall to meet up with Marcus.

Marcus Devonshire. Jack envied him, not only because he had y/n, but because he was too nice to hate. Not one person in school had a bad thing to say about Marcus, and it absolutely irritated Jack.

"Yo, earth to Jack." a hand waved in front of his face & he zoned back in, not realizing he had actually zoned out. He looked up to see his best friend standing in front of him.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"I asked if you had plans after school."

"Yeah, I actually do."

"Really? What are you even doing?"

"I'm babysitting y/n's sister so she can go on her date with Marcus."

"That girl has you wrapped around her finger. It's been, what, 8 years of pining? When will you give up that idea?"

"Because, Gavin, she's been the object of my affection for 8 years & I'm working on a plan to get her to fall in love with me."

"It's never gonna work." Gavin rolled his eyes. In reality, he really wanted Jack & y/n to get together but he felt that if he added more wood to the fire, Jack would mess something up.

Later that night, Jack walked up to y/n's house and knocked. When she answered the door, Jack suddenly forgot what he was doing there.

"Hey, Jack. You're early."

"I know. I had nothing else to do so I thought I'd come over & maybe we could hang out a little before you go on your date."

"Okay, sure. That sounds like fun." she opened the door more and let him in. They walked through her house and went into the back room.

"So, where is Marcus taking you tonight?"

"Just to dinner and a movie. Our anniversary is this weekend but he's going out of town with his parents so we're celebrating tonight."

"Anniversary, huh? How long?"

"2 years." she looked up at him and smiled.

"He's a pretty lucky guy, you know."

"You really think so?"

"Of course." he looked at her quickly before turning his attention back to the tv screen. "I guess you're pretty lucky too. He's probably the nicest person I've ever met."

"Yeah, he really is." she looked at her phone. "Will you help me pick out an outfit for tonight?"

"Y-yeah sure. Why not."

"Perfect." she stood up and walked into her room. Jack followed and took a quick look around. He had only been in her room 2 times before & this time it just felt different. "Okay, since it's a simple dinner and movie, which of these do you think fits the tone better?"

Jack looked over at her as she held the outfits up to her body. "I like the white ripped jeans with the purple crop top & black jacket. But the sundress and the jean jacket look good too. If you want to impress him, the jeans and the crop top combo should do the trick."

"Alright. Yeah. That looks perfect. Thanks, Jack."

"No problem. He smiled as she headed into her bathroom to change. Jack looked around her room again and took in all the trophies she won in the past. Most of them were for gymnastics but the last few were from cheerleading competitions. She always had multiple scholastic awards placed on her walls and shelf. It was like she was the female version of Marcus, proving they were perfect together.

"Okay. I really like this outfit." she walked out of the bathroom and spun around to show Jack.

"Looks cute, y/n."

"Thank you for all your help tonight, Jack." she looked at him and smiled. "There's one more thing I need your help for. You can say no if you want."

"What is it?"

"Do you know how to do a french braid?"

"Yeah. I actually do." he chuckled. "Kind of a benefit of having so many sisters."

"Will you do my hair into a french braid? I never get it right." she went over to her vanity and sat down. Without hesitation, Jack stood behind her and began working on her hair.

They say the most intimate thing you can do with your significant other is wash their hair and even though he wasn't washing it, and she wasn't his significant other, Jack had never felt more intimate with anyone before.

"There. All done." he placed the tie on the end of the braid and let her admire his work.

"Wow. This is incredible." she turned to him and hugged him. "The whole outfit is tied together now. Thank you. I owe you."

"That's two things you owe me now." he held up two fingers and laughed. "Pay me back whenever you want to."

"It'll be soon, I promise." she smiled. "So what are yours and April's plans for Valentine's Day?"

"April? Oh no. We're not together."

"Really? I just thought you were since you're with her more than you're with Gavin."

"Nope. I am very much single." he chuckled. "Plus, she's Gavin's sister and that would be weird."

"Hmm, I might know someone you could date."

"Really? Who?"

"My friend Lexi. She lives two towns over and hasn't had a steady boyfriend in a while. She's pretty & I think you two would make a very attractive couple."

"As much as I appreciate the offer, I have my eyes set on someone already?"

"Oh, really? Does she go to our school?"

"Yes she does." he looked up at her and smiled as she tried to think of who it could be.

"Jessica Lambert?"

"Nope."

"Marissa Robinson?"

"No. I can't tell you who it is because you know her & she has a boyfriend so if word got out that I liked her, her boyfriend would kill me."

"Oh, please? Your secret will be safe with me, I promise."

"No can do. Sorry. Only Gavin knows and that's the way it's going to stay."

"You're no fun." y/n faked a pout and looked at her phone. "Marcus is on his way. Let's go downstairs." Jack followed her back down to the living room. "Since Delia isn't home yet, you can just chill here. But I'll be back around 10:30, I promise." y/n took one last look at him before stepping outside & getting into Marcus' car. Delia walked in a few minutes after y/n left and she smiled when she saw Jack waiting for her. Their mom informed him that she'd be out all night, and then she left.

A few hours later, Delia was asleep & Jack was alone again. He checked his phone constantly to see what time it was.

10:45 pm & y/n still wasn't home. Jack began to worry. At 11, he decided he should try to call her. Just as he pulled up her contact, his phone started ringing & her picture flashed across his screen. He answered before it rang again.

"Hey. Where are you? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. I was just calling to tell you I'd be home in half an hour."

"Okay. Why so late?"

"We just, uh, lost track of time. I'll tell you more when I get home, alright?"

"Alright. Please be safe." he hung up before he could hear her response. 11:30 rolled around and y/n slowly walked into the house. She nearly screamed when she saw Jack.

"Jesus, Avery. Give a girl some warning, would ya?"

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's alright." she smiled and walked into the living room. "How was your night?"

"Surprisingly fun. Delia and I played hide-and-seek for a while & then we drew some pictures."

"Did she get you to play dolls with her?

"Yeah. And it was fun."

"Wow. She's got you wrapped around her finger, doesn't she?"

"It sure seems that way, huh?" he chuckled and looked at her. "I guess that's just something you two have in common."

"Hmm, what do you mean?"

"You know I'd do anything for you, right? Like, there's no request too silly or stupid that I wouldn't do for you."

"Oh, right." she looked at him. "Yeah, you're in love with me."

"What? No I'm not."

"You can't lie to me, you know."

"Okay, fine." Jack sighed and looked at her. "You're my friend but sometimes, I wish you were more than that. No, I take that back. It's not just sometimes, it's all the time. Every single day for the last 8 years. It's been torture for me to see you with Marcus & it's so much harder because he's literally the best person ever. I hate it. I hate that he got you first. I hate that he's so nice. Most importantly, I hate that I can't hate him. It's just not fair."

"Jack, why didn't you tell me? Things would be so different than they are now."

"I know. And I'm sorry I had to tell you tonight. I just felt that I needed to let it out, since it's been locked inside for 8 freaking years." he stood up and walked towards the door. "It's cool that we're just friends."

taglist: @worldlxvlys

#jack avery x reader #jack x reader #jack avery #why don't we

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mushroom-cartel--writing · 1 year

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unnamed, a recourse

You call him dear and he agrees to it without hesitation.

…

It takes a few seconds for him to realise what he’s done. But it’s too late—his mouth is already running off—he’s asking you for nicknames.

A sly grin breaks out onto your face. You’ve caught him off-guard and you’ll take as much as you can get.

You suggest things like darling, honey, sweetie, beloved and all those affectionate pet names lovers share (which the two of you are most definitely not… Yet. Argh! Focus!), and he says yes to every single one of them because he’s a fool digging his own grave; but the most damning one of them all, the one that nearly sends him reeling, fevers his face profusely to the point of dizziness, and makes him want to choke you just to get you to shut up and stop teasing him (because that’s all this is to you, isn’t it? Some game to toy with him!), the last of your exhaustive list is: my heart.

All the thoughts in his head stop like waves crashing against rock.

Your grin, which he previously thought malicious, over the course of the conversation, has become a small, fond smile.

“Is that alright?” you ask. You lean in close and whisper into his ear, “My dear heart.”

Of course, he silently agrees, anything for you. Anything for you. And then he shoves you off him and stalks away. He half-remembered the presence of Paimon and Lesser Lord Kusanali but he can feel their eyes boring into his back all the more now. You were too close for comfort just then. If he had let you linger in his space any longer, he might have… might have…

How embarrassing.

You’re foolish to ignore the signs—or perhaps you’re pretending not to notice for his sake? What with his newfound freedom and autonomy—of what magnitude a scale his feelings for you are.

…

(Wouldn’t that be nice. A pair of fools. A wanderer and a traveller. How perfect.)

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aballadforbarbatos · 1 year

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dedication to the prank

synopsis: the anti lucifer league has come up with a new prank! the problem is that they need to get in and out of lucifer’s room safely- which means belphie and satan need your help.

pairing: lucifer x reader, kind of, it's similar to my complicated relationship with him, which is: he shows up on the screen and i want to punch him. he comes up in the revival and i spend my whole paycheck trying to get the card, and then play through the entire devilgram immediately. every once in a while i say that i need him anonymously and then say “pretend this is about a respectable guy”. your pov.

word count: 1.5k (excluding the bonus)

you roll your shoulders. check your appearance in the mirror. is your outfit appropriate for this kind of activity?

“you’re distracting lucifer, not participating in a beauty competition.” satan pulls you out of your head, and belphie rolls his eyes.

“do you want the prank to go on, or not?”

there’s grumbles and mumbles, but it seems that the answer is unanimous. yes, they do want the prank to be successful, and yes, they do want to escape unharmed. so in order to do all that, you need to look good so you can keep lucifer’s mind and eyes occupied for long enough.

nah. this shirt is wrong. you briefly entertain the idea of walking into his room without a shirt, but as funny as it might be, it’s not a good idea. you swap it for a tank top with a deep neck. perfect for distracting high ranking demons. you see satan trying to sneak glances all the time, and like father like son, right?

“okay, let’s go.”

the idea is to swap his classical music with death metal. he might end up liking the genre, but you guys figure it’s worth a shot.

satan’s got the disks. he’s cast spells to make him quieter than a cat, but that doesn’t stop him from being visible. belphie’s on the outside to slam something in lucifer’s face in case you guys do get caught. you didn’t see the item. maybe it’s a brick.

you lead the boys down to his room, and take a deep breath. you count to three. and then you knock on his door.

“MC?”

HAH. you should’ve known that he’d immediately know it’s you, because you’re the only person that knocks in this godforsaken house. satan stares at you- in disgust or amazement, you can’t tell.

“can i come in?”

there’s a pause.

“i suppose.”

you enter his room, and immediately sprawl out on his bed. “try to hide your enthusiasm next time.”

lucifer’s eyes follow you, and he eventually turns his whole body to face you. okay. you have his attention. now you just have to keep it. satan sneaks in through the door, his face focused only on the task. you don’t look at him, only on the eldest brother. if things turn dire, you’ll have to pull your trump card, and it’s one that you’re certainly not afraid (read: a little terrified) to use.

“why are you here? what did you need?”

you bounce up from his bed and walk directly into a trap that you know for certain is there. “well i- woah!”

lucifer sighs. “do you plan on walking everywhere in my room?”

“yes!” you say, with a bright smile. satan ducks behind the bed, and with a quick snap of the eldest’s fingers, you fall from the ceiling. he catches you easily, and you’re left staring into his eyes, a little dazed.

“well, i don’t have the time or energy to…” he mumbles something that you can’t quite make out, but when he lets you down and tells you you’re free to move around as you like, you figure he’s disabled the traps- just because you’re in his room, too. you bite your lip, trying hard not to think about how that’s so sweet of him. you also think go forth satan, complete the prank!

“well, i’m not here for any particular reason. it’s just a little quiet in the house today- i guess everyone’s out?- and you weren’t in the office, so i figured you’d be in here!”

“and?”

“we don’t get to spend much time together. is it such a bad thing that i want to spend even a few minutes with you while mammon’s out trying his next “get rich quick” scheme?”

lucifer rubs his temples. you remember when he called that specific brother a hooligan, and try not to smile at the memory. eventually, though, he comes to a decision, and walks to the door, closing it.

“very well. let’s spend some time together, shall we?”

you’re not sure how entertained he is by your mindless chatter, but you do indeed bounce all over the room, keeping yourself animated, trying to ignore the chills running down your spine as he stares at you. it really does feel like he’s reading all your thoughts.

his smile is polite. is he seriously only tolerating you? this is one you’ve seen given to all sorts of demons, ones that you know don’t have any meaning to him, a smile that he gives out of courtesy. satan’s nearly finished his job. you have to do a better job than just a polite smile if he’s going to get out without being seen- especially now that the door’s shut.

you start racking your brains. do you really have to use that trump card of yours?

you move your body towards the wall, so that lucifer’s back is turned to satan’s path back out. okay, now what?

you find yourself biting your lip again. “MC, are you all right?”

you meet his eyes. they’re not particularly worried- instead, they carry a familiar teasing look, and you’d feel annoyed if you weren’t trying to think of alternatives.

“i…”

alternatives that you know don’t exist. there are no alternatives to save the anti-lucifer league, except for this one trump card of yours.

“yes?”

your breath hitches. he tilts your chin up. that certainly doesn’t help. satan’s crouched behind the bed, and he sends a look your way, one that you can barely see, but you know screams do something! a smirk has appeared far too easily on lucifer’s face.

“lucifer…”

“do you have something to say, MC?”

you nod, suddenly becoming acutely aware of his skin against yours. you only really see him with his gloves on. you swallow. do something, MC!

“lucifer, kiss me.”

“there we go,” he murmurs. “i was wondering when you’d come out and say it.”

oh, for- this prideful idiot really thought you’d come into his room for a kiss?! you suddenly feel a lot less bad about the prank. well, it’s a pact order anyway, so he does kiss you, deep and slow. you don’t get to see satan’s reaction because your eyes flutter shut.

you let out a groan. no matter who you lean towards romantically, if anyone at all, lucifer sure knows how to kiss, and he’s working all of that experience onto you. he pulls your body closer to his, and you get a whiff of his cologne.

you’d pact ordered him in a moment born from panic, but judging from the way that his hands squeeze your body and the way that he works his tongue, he would’ve done so even if it was just a normal request.

“lucif-” you try to get his name out, but it’s muffled at best, and soon enough his hands are slipping up your shirt, his touch burning your skin. it’s a good burn, you admit, but it also feels like he’s stretching the definition of kissing a little.

your avatar of pride- because that’s what he is, right? yours, with the pact mark?- lets out the slightest noise that you can barely identify as pleasure, before pulling away. air fills your lungs again. he does not remove his hands.

you’re left still staring into his eyes. they flicker and you swear you can see desire and need in them, for just a split second. lucifer’s lips twitch into a smile.

“good?”

this prick-

your hesitancy to answer seems to be all he needs, but this ego only solidifies your position in the anti-lucifer league. you decide you’ll describe yourself as a martyr to satan and belphie.

“did you want another one?”

his thumb brushes your bottom lip. you’re a martyr. you’re a staunch member of the anti lucifer league.

you nod.

and eventually, after a series of kisses that feel like an attempt to savour this moment with you, you hear something thud against the ground. lucifer’s face transforms from a gentle, content smile into a scowl, which is quite impressive, you have to admit. you look at the floor.

so it was a brick. at least belphie got to use it.

“hey, jackass! let MC go!”

the youngest holds up a second brick and waves it around in a threatening manner.

“belphegor.”

“look at this, satan! lucifer’s holding MC hostage!”

satan’s head pops around the corner, an unimpressed look on his face. “my, my. i wonder what diavolo would think of you imprisoning MC.”

the league has come to rescue you! thank god- you hate looking weak in front of the eldest, but you’re pretty sure that his touch now has you trembling, and lucifer knows it. he roughly pulls your body up against his, and you let out a yelp.

“maybe they don’t want to leave me.”

“belphie, hit him over the head with the brick. multiple times.”

bonus:

later on, after you’d escaped his bedroom, sitting on the couch and watching a movie, you hear a scream. it’s rough around the edges and violently pierces your skull. asmo covers his ears and leans into the couch, his face scrunched up. moments later, a very pissed off demon stomps into the room.

“satan and belphegor.”

“yes, dearest brother?” belphie rubs his eyes and gives lucifer the most devilish smile you’ve ever seen. “what’s wrong?”

“you’re behind this.” he holds up a familiar disc, and satan doesn’t bother to hide his smirk, pleased with the outcome of their antics.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about. maybe you’re suffering from brain damage after the brick?”

his eye twitches. you giggle, and lean over the back of the couch. lucifer’s eyes fixate on you, and you watch the cogs turn in his head. there’s a pretty good chance he’s about to realise the truth of things, and you wonder if you should run. would you even be able to escape him? (no.)

“i see. i always forget there’s a third member of your little hate group.”

he’s quiet as belphie and satan high-five each other. are you going to have to sit through another lecture as compensation? ugh. well, at least it’s better than- uh oh. what’s he doing?

you balk as a smirk replaces his frown and he strides towards you. hey, wait- this isn’t fair- hold on-

“lucifer,” you stammer out, but he’s not listening. he tilts your chin up, recreating the scene in his room, and you’re pretty sure your heart stops. satan and belphie have probably switched to defensive mode, and are effectively telling him to piss off, but it all just sounds like everything’s underwater.

“you want another one, don’t you?”

“i-”

you don’t get a chance to answer- he kisses you quickly, but it’s not a moment he’s trying to savour. no, this one feels like a lesson, rough and passionate and one that leaves you looking absolutely pathetic, panting when he pulls away.

“i’ll kill him!”

he pats himself down, brushing off dust that you can’t quite see. “i’d say that’s an effective enough punishment for the three of you.” his eyes linger on your lips before snapping up to meet your gaze. “although, it looks like one of you enjoyed it a bit too much.”

and with that, he leaves the room, looking quite proud of himself.

you, on the other hand, can’t figure out if this is a win or a loss for the anti-lucifer league.

#you know i tried to figure out why i like lucifer the other day #i don't actually know why #he's such a prick he irritates me so much #and yet. and yet #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me lucifer #anti lucifer league #obey me swd lucifer #lucifer x you #lucifer x reader

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21burritoseavey · 1 year

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little daniel imagine, with the '“where’s the new coffee mix?” “i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?” “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”' prompt <3

a/n: thank you for the ask, anon! hope you enjoy!<3🌼pick a prompt:)

you get up a few minutes past seven o’clock, shuffling out of bed behind daniel, out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. the sky, as the sun rose not too long ago, is still wearing its coat of muted pink and yellow, and natural light welcomes itself into your home in narrow streaks onto the floors and kitchen countertops. daniel is first to wake up, sleepily mumbling something about wanting to get to tour rehearsals early, and with the help of his convincing smile and guarantee of breakfast, you hop out of bed as well.

it isn't unusual for the two of you to be grumpy in the morning, only sharing slight smiles and little morning kisses and a touch of conversation while you work through your routines to get ready for the day…at least until there is cooked food and warm drinks on the table.

honestly, if it wasn't for the tempting promise of hot, home-cooked breakfast, which you gladly agreed for daniel to make, the pair of you would still be in bed, lured in under the warm sheets and blankets, fighting off the wintry morning chill. your slight grumpiness has progressed into an obvious agitation, furrowed brows and all, at the absence of your keys from their usual spot near the entryway.

daniel’s cooking as you breeze around the house looking for them, showing half-hearted concern and asking simple questions that honestly tick you off even more. “are you sure you haven’t seen them?” you call, halfway across the living room as your eyes scan every possible fraction of space and object in sight.

“yep, no idea” daniel dismisses, unknowingly receiving an annoyed huff in return, his voice muffled by the sound of the kitchen cabinets and drawers rolling open one by one only to be shut again as he tries to find the jar of coffee that would usually be sitting in one of the shelves.

he puts breakfast on the table anyway, two two mini stacks of pancakes and berries for each of you, and although daniel is proud of his culinary work at such an early hour, his limbs still tired and eyes still groggy, you aren’t so pleased at the absence of your necessary cup of coffee. the edge of your voice is ever so obvious as you pace around the house, looking for other things you’d somehow misplaced from your shoes to your lip balm back to your keys, murmuring out a “thank you,” followed by a “where’s my coffee?” as you glance at the food in front of you.

“where’s the new coffee mix?” he counters.

“i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?”

the two of you attempt a staring contest, a battle of who can hold their frowning expressions the longest without faltering, before you just decide to search together. daniel loses, sighing in frustration before he moves to check around the kitchen one more time, “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”' his words are cut off, eyes rolling at the sight of your keys in the cutlery drawer. “how did they even get in here?” he questions, keys hanging off his finger in the air.

an easy smile graces your lips, as if a frown had never been there, and the morning grumpiness melts away as you cheekily pluck the keys from his hand before plopping down at your seat to eat….”the coffee’s in the pantry, first shelf on the right” you say through a mouthful of food.

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sketch-guardian · 11 months

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Rad classmates with an mc who freaking loves Mobim like constantly with the little guy caring him,buying him candy,clothes etc etc

Oh this seems like a really interesting and also nice concept to explore✨I'm glad that a little demon like Mobim gets to get some love for once🙈so I'll do my best to write a satisfying reply☺ (btw, Domnra and Mobim's headcanons will be longer,since this ask focuses on them-):

THE RAD CLASSMATES WITH AN MC WHO LOVES MOBIM

DEMYA

Despite her frenemies/rivals relationship with Domnra, Demya has no particular problem or resentment towards Mobim, indeed she can even admit that it is a rather cute creature, unlike his demon master. She finds funny that MC adores that shy little bean so much and she finds even more amusing seeing them playing together, sometimes Demya would join too and contribute by taking pictures, not only as a keepsake, but also to embarrass Domnra. Seeing her mate being so affectionate towards Mobim,who is basically the size of a baby or a small animal, awakens some kind of demonic instincts in her, which make her view MC as a good companion and parent in case of a future offspring of their own. Demya would like to have a family in the future, but if MC isn't sure or doesn't feel like it, she's ready to compromise. It is known though that Demya is still a fairly territorial/possessive demon, so if MC completely ignores her and doesn't include her while they're spending time with Mobim,she might get a little jealous

DOMNRA(MOBIM)

Honestly Domnra would have mixed feelings about this, because on the one hand he would be happy that MC likes Mobim so much, because it is basically a part of him and by now they have a very strong bond, so it would have been problematic if there had been problems between his partner and Mobim(fortunately this isn't the case), he's also glad about his curse having another figure besides him that it can count on in times of need, given that in Devildom there are many dangers for such a small creature, however on the other ...Domnra would be slightly jealous of all the attention MC gives to Mobim or of how they spoil it, which is ridiculous, he's aware of that, because it would be like being jealous of oneself since the two share a soul, but in any case he would refuse to admit such thing and would just stare blushing with a pout at MC as they dress and feed Mobim lovingly, but other than that…he would be the RAD classmate who would appreciate MC's behavior the most, in fact if distracted,Domnra might let out a smile at the scenes between his partner and his curse

Being the recipient of MC's love and care, one can imagine Mobim's happiness at being treated with so much affection and consideration. Being quite a fearful and shy creature, it might be hesitant at first to receive so much attention, but with a little patience, it would get used to it quite quickly. Mobim adores sweets, it seems to have a particular preference for those from the Celestial Realm and would more than willingly accept MC's offer, as long as they don't overdo it, because then it would hurt its tummy. As for clothes, Mobim isn't used to wearing them, the only ones it can afford are doll clothes, however it wouldn't mind modeling for MC or showing off its new looks. Mobim's also quite affectionate and one of its favorite activity is to be carried in MC's arms (occasionally it even fell asleep there)

AZUL

He finds MC's attachment to Mobim adorable and also understandable, after all that little creature is very cute, polite and the size of a stuffed toy, so it doesn't surprise him at all that his lovely star has grown protective towards it, finding cute beings in Devildom isn't exactly easy, not for humans at least. Being practically Domnra's best friend, he's also very close to Mobim and they are quite familiar with each other, there's mutual trust, so both Azul and MC would have fun spoiling the little being, so much so that he once joked adopting Mobim and being its parents, but Domnra didn't seem too keen on that idea

ZURI

She would be confused by MC's behavior, not exactly understanding the reason for such enthusiasm for a curse like Mobim, especially when it has Domnra as master, who doesn't have one of the most pleasant attitudes in Devildom, however she wouldn't bat an eye and would allow her beloved to look after Mobim, reminding MC however not to spoil it too much, to prevent it from getting used to it or learning wrong lessons, it would be a pity to overwhelm the little creature, therefore she would advise them to moderate their actions, because although Mobim's both sentient and relatively intelligent,it's still as sensitive as a puppy. It would take some time to get Zuri involved, but MC could convince her to make tailor-made clothes for Mobim, since it's hard to find stuff in its size

ODON

They find the situation quite sweet honestly and MC's kindness towards Mobim makes them smile softer than usual, because they know that Mobim deserves such treatment after what it went through with Domnra's fall from grace. In Devildom such gestures are not so obvious and Odon themselves witnessed the cruelties that Hell has to offer and the monsters it hides,they were part of them many centuries ago after all, so seeing their dear friend MC acting so gently with a curse, gives them a little hope that perhaps one day they too could be accepted so openly, without fear or disgust. While Odon would limit themselves to keeping MC company while they take care of Mobim, two other creatures instead would seem more disturbed by this fact: Odon's eye-like creatures. They would almost look jealous of not receiving a similar treatment too and although they're aware that they do not have a suitable shape to be either fed or clothed, they would not mind receiving pets on their long appendages, however they would not act, probably at the behest of Odon who doesn't want to bother MC, so they would just stare at the human cuddling Mobim, one eye-like creature almost on the verge of tears while the other one with an annoyed look

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songsofadelaide · 7 months

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Senpai!Gojo having a slight fit of jealousy when kouhai!reader returns from a mission wearing Haibara's school jacket because theirs was destroyed while they were attempting to exorcise a rather horny curse.

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horrorslu7 · 1 year

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Hello! Would you mind writing a Corey Cunningham thing where the reader is jealous of Allyson? Maybe Corey and the reader were friends, reader had a crush, but then the whole movie plot happens? Maybe even a little bit of yandere tendencies on the reader's part? Idk, whatever you feel is right, but I need more fics to be of a jealous reader... Mostly because I'm so jealous of Allyson personally...

Hiii, thank you so much for requesting! I really liked your request, I think that jealousy can be a very interesting feeling to write about. I hope I made your request justice and you like it 💕

When you walk away.

Summary: You loved your best friend Corey, maybe a bit too much, so it was completely normal for you to get hurt when he left you behind for Allyson. What maybe wasn't normal was how you reacted to this.

Pairing: Corey Cunningham x fem!reader.

Trigger warnings: Murder, manipulation, stalking and yandere themes in general.

You have been friends with Corey since you two were little kids. You two lived in front of each other and went to the same school and later on same high school too.

Corey was a very shy kid but also a very cute and funny one. You talked to him first and at the beginning he was kind of shy when talking to you but he really wanted to make friends and you seemed nice, unlike all the other kids, so eventually he warmed up to you.

With time you two became best friends. Corey never had many friends, even before the accident, he tried though. People would talk to him just enough so he didn't realize they were using him to get their homework done without any effort on their end other than talking to "Corey the nerd."

It bothered you how everyone would use him and leave him and he didn't realize or care. He got so happy when others talked to him in a friendly manner, and let's not talk about how flustered he would get when other girl's would bat their eyelashes at him before asking him if he could help them with their homework.

When the second thing happened was usually when you would blow up on him and tell him that he looked like an idiot getting used by everyone and then discarded. Usually after that you would say you were sorry and that you didn't mean to hurt him but it just pained you to see him get happy about people just talking with him out of interest.

He would always say it's fine, deep down he knew you were right and he appreciated having a friend like you that would tell him the truth, but he wanted to make friends so bad he just tried to ignore the fact that you were right.

But don't take that the wrong way, he loved you too, as a friend. You were his best friend, the person he trusted the most in the world, and probably the person he loved the most in the world, even if it was platonically.

Or well, that's how it was before she came around.

You were the only person who stuck with him after the accident, the only person who loved him without expecting nothing from him but love back, you never judged him and you trusted him with your life.

And for what? He discarded you the second another woman even looked his way. How could he do that to you?

He talked to Allyson one time and all of the sudden was all "Oh sorry, can we hang out another time? I already made plans" or "I forgot we already had plans sorry, can we change them?"

At the beginning you really wanted to believe it was a one time thing and before you knew it your Corey would be back in your arms crying because she left him like everyone ever does. But you were wrong this time, for the first time.

She didn't left him, they kept on hanging out and Corey stopped texting you and reaching out to you.

He would take days to answer your texts, sometimes weeks. When you called him out on it he said he was sorry and didn't mean to, that he was just busy and forgot to text you back.

At the beginning you were angry at him, you thought this was all him leaving you for someone prettier, someone who was more interesting, someone who stole what was yours.

But eventually you realized it was her behind all of this, she probably took some notes from her psycho relative Michael Myers and lied to Corey about you so he would stop talking to you.

You would follow Corey without him knowing to know what she did for or to him that was so special to make him forget all about you. He would laugh at her stupid jokes, he would listen to her how he used to listen to you and he would look at her how he was supposed to look at you.

One day you had enough, you went to her house when you thought it was just her. Pocket knife on your hand hidden on the pocket of your jacket. She opened the door looking clueless as if she didn't know you.

"Hi, can I help you?" Allyson asked looking at you like she was trying to figure out who you were and why you looked so familiar.

"Yeah, you can help me with something actually." You said with smile on your face but before you could take the knife out Corey came from behind her with a smile which completely dropped when he saw you and the dark look hiding behind your usually kind eyes.

"What are you doing here?" He asked moving Allyson out of the way softly before stepping out of the house making you take a few steps back.

"I just came here to talk to Allyson, I didn't know you were here." You said letting go of the knife and taking your hands out of your pockets.

Corey put a hand on your shoulder leading you out of the porch before telling you to please leave the two of them alone, and that you two could hang out another time if you stopped being so persistent.

That day was the day you decided to stop trying to talk to him. You still stalked him though but didn't text him as much. You knew that she will leave him eventually and he would come back.

And he did. He went months without hanging out with you, centering his whole attention on Allyson. You wanted to throw up everytime you thought about them together but somehow you couldn't stop doing so, praying that soon you would take her place.

Eventually she did leave him. It was past midnight and you were in your living room trying to concentrate on the movie that was on, when you heard desperate knocking at the door. You went to see who it was and you couldn't help but feel surprised by seeing Corey on the other side of the door.

You let out a scoff before opening. "What happened? Did your nurse girlfriend not open her door?" You asked, deep down you were aching to touch him and check if he was okay, you wanted to know who did this but he had to learn to never leave you again.

"Can I come in please? I'll tell you everything." He said looking at you with those big puppy eyes. You let him in and he made his way to your bedroom.

You went after him, grabbing the first aid box on the way. He sat on your bed while you sat next to him making him look at you while you tried to cure him.

"I'm sorry I left you." Your hand stopped moving and your eyes looked him at his instantly, your whole attention being centered on his apology that you been waiting for for a very long time. "You were right, like you always are."

A few tears rolled down his eyes and you wiped his tears with your soft fingers. "I should've never left you behind." For a few seconds you caressed his face slowly just to make sure you weren't hallucinating all of this. "I will never do that again, I promise."

His hands went to rest on top of yours before he left a sweet kiss on one of your hands. You couldn't help it anymore and you hugged him as intensely as you could without hurting him. He hugged you back caressing your hair.

"If you ever do that to me again I will kill you." You said letting out a few tears, it felt so good to have him back. "I missed you so much."

"I did too." He partially broke the hug putting his hands on your face making you look at him. "Do you wanna leave this town with me?"

It seemed very out of pocket, Corey looked and acted very different since the last time you two hang out but you always wanted to move with him somewhere far far away from here, and you wouldn't miss on the opportunity now.

"Yes!" You said smiling, he smiled back at you before kissing you. It felt as if fireworks were exploding on your head, you gladly kissed him back.

You weren't entirely sure of what happened to Corey on this time you two didn't talk but you loved this new Corey. This new Corey left you yes but, when he came back he made all of your dreams came true on the same night.

You couldn't be mad at him for long anyways so why not forgive him now and just enjoy this new beginning.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham x you #corey cunningham #halloween ends #I love writing insane readers #it's so fun :D #I OBVIOUSLY DON'T SUPPORT THIS BEHAVIOR IRL THO #inspired by when you walk away by 5sos #kinda by hits different by taylor swift #just a bunch of songs idk #also meant to be yours from Heather's the musical #I WAS MEANT TO BE YOUUUURS #WE WERE MEANT TO BE ONEEE #why does corey beard look so orange on the gif #is there anything u wanna share with the class mr rohan campbell #if you're a ginger say it now

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