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#IDK why I feel nervous about writing it or posting about it
yanban-san · 2 years
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I am thinkin too hard about demon submas bros gettin summoned by their chosen beloved in a weird unhealthy soulmate situation and writer’s block doesn’t exist anymore
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eldritch-nightmare · 7 months
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the current like... 'schedule' of sorts that i have going on is doing one matchup every other day and working on my other requests in the meantime. i'm still not entirely sure how often i should post in one day because i don't want to post too much or too little so i'm thinking i might settle on two posts per-day while my motivation is strong and then simmer down to at least one a day in the coming weeks.
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shoechoe · 1 year
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I have mixed thoughts on that 6k Pucci analysis I made over a year ago now. On one hand I kind of like looking back at it because I feel like I've improved a lot with my writing but on the other... man I really don't like it anymore
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carmellie · 1 month
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See You Next Summer
Chapter 3: Part 3: Northern Wind
- Ellie Williams x female reader
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Masterlist/ synopsis
Last chapter — next chapter
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Word count: 10k+
Warnings: Modern AU. Underage drinking. Set in Canada. Ellie and reader are 17 in this chapter. Swearing. ANGST. Confusion around coming to terms with one’s sexuality etc. Dancing around feelings, Lying about feelings etc. If I missed anything lmk please.
A/n: There is a part in this chapter where reader is picking out something to wear but I left it purposefully non-specific so just imagine whatever you feel comfortable in.
I sprinkled songs that fit the vibes throughout this chapter bc I had trouble picking one for the title lol.
This was prob one of my fav chapters to write but idk why I’m kinda nervous posting it lmao. I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think <3
⋆ ˙⟡☾ Northern Wind ☽ ⟡˙⋆
“She said what?” Liv furrows her brows and abruptly stops rolling the set of cutlery in front of her. It was the day after the party at Ellie’s and the two of you were halfway through your 6 hour dinner service shift.
You woke up that morning to the sound of Cat throwing up in the bathroom while Ellie was still fast asleep on the other end of the couch. Carefully you untangled your legs from Ellie’s and made your way to check on Cat.
You knocked gently on the bathroom door, “you okay in there?”
Cat cracks the door open slightly, “uh, yeah.” She says quietly, “sorry about last night, thanks for helping Ellie.”
“Oh no worries, it happens.” You shrug.
There was an awkward tension hanging thickly in the air. This was your first time speaking to Cat alone.
Cat clears her throat as she takes a moment to gather her words.
“I don’t mean to be…” she began, her voice hushed so that Ellie wouldn’t wake up, “I mean, I don’t want to seem like an overbearing girlfriend but, I’m just hoping that you’ll respect me and my relationship while I’m gone.”
“I’m sorry?” You’re a bit confused, almost threatened but Cat was speaking in a non-aggressive tone, she seemed so mature.
“It’s just—“ Cat sighs opening the bathroom door a little bit more, palming her forehead. “I see the way you look at her and I— I don’t know— I don’t hate you or anything, like I get it, Ellie is great. I just felt like I needed to say something before I left.”
Your jaw hangs slightly ajar for a moment as you process what Cat is saying to you.
“Oh Cat— please don’t worry.” You begin to internally panic, how the fuck could she tell?
“I’m not into girls, you have nothing to worry about.” You blurt, Jesus Christ, why were you lying needlessly??? “Ellie is just a really good friend to me, I’m sorry if I came off as….. weird or whatever.” You bite the inside of your cheek.
Cat nods as her lips form a tight line resembling a smile, but not quite. You can’t tell if she believes you.
“It was really nice to meet you this summer.” She says quietly.
“You too, safe travels home.” You smile a bit anxiously before you turn to walk towards the front door of the cabin.
You glance at Ellie, still asleep on the couch as you walk through the living room.
“Yup. She fucking clocked me,” you shrug as you roll a set of cutlery.
“I thought you were over Ellie?” Liv raises a brow as she reaches for another set of cutlery.
You roll your eyes, “I am.”
Liv hums in response. You could tell she doesn’t believe you.
“I wonder if Ellie told Cat you’re going together to the formal.” Liv says, a tinge of annoyance in her voice.
“Me too,” you sigh.
“Are you gonna tell Abby?” Liv asks.
“Yeah of course,” you nod, rolling another set of cutlery, “she’ll prob be pissed but I think she’ll understand.”
“Yeah she’ll def understand.” Liv says sarcastically as she rolls her eyes, “I don’t know, I’m pretty team Abby right now. If I were Cat I’d be fuckin pissed.”
“What?” You furrow your brows, “Ellie and I are just friends!”
“Yeah but Ellie has a girlfriend and in my opinion her ass should be going without a date if Cat can’t make it.”
You knew Liv was right, but it’s not really like you can take it back now. You just got back onto good-ish terms with Ellie, you didn’t want to fuck it up again.
“Aren’t you worried about Gabe and Dennis seeing you and Ellie going together to the formal and thinking you’re—” she glances around to make sure no one is within earshot, “you know, gay?” Liv whispers.
You roll your eyes, “fuck them.”
Now that you were actually in a situationship of sorts with Abby, being perceived as gay didn’t really bother you as much as it did a couple weeks ago. Sure, you weren’t ready to tell the world but you’ve slowly begun coming to terms with your sexuality.
“Ellie and I are just going as friends anyways, and I’m going to make that very clear to everyone.”
Liv gives you an unamused look as she sighs.
“Are you gonna tell Ellie what you told Abby?” Liv asked curiously.
“What?”
“That you’re actually into girls.” Liv said bluntly.
You sigh, “Now isn’t the best time, honestly.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t know— it’ll make everything more confusing.”
“Why would it be confusing if you don’t like Ellie?” Liv says in a slightly harsh tone.
“I don’t like Ellie!” You spat, annoyed.
Liv paused for a moment, “are you gonna tell Ellie what Cat said?”
“You’re asking too many questions.” You scoff as you get up from the dining table, “I’m gonna put these away.”
You pick up the box of rolled cutlery and walk towards the hostess stand. Your eyes meet Abby’s who is behind the bar as you walk past the lounge. She nods, signalling for you to come over.
You put the rolled cutlery away and back track, walking towards the bar. Abby has a bar towel laid over her shoulder, she rests the palm of her hands on the bar as she watches you walk towards her. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach after the conversation you’d just had with Liv. You knew you had to tell her about Ellie asking you to the formal, you just had no idea when.
“Hey pretty girl.” She says quietly, a small smirk on her lips as you lean onto the bar in front of her.
“Hi.” You smile softly.
“How’re you?”
“I’m fine.” You shrug.
“You get home okay last night?” Abby asks, you can tell she’s trying to come off casually as she wipes the already clean counter with her bar towel.
You take a moment before replying, which causes her to direct her gaze from the counter to you.
“I uh— actually slept at Ellie’s.” You attempt to say nonchalantly, as if it didn’t matter at all. Which, it didn’t. She’s a good friend who also happens to have a really cool girlfriend.
“Oh?” Abby raises her brows slightly.
“Yeah, I uh— got too tired to go home so I crashed on the couch.”
Abby’s brows furrow slightly as she begins to slowly nod.
“Too tired to walk across the street?” she resumes wiping the counter. Her tone remained light.
You roll your eyes almost playfully, “c’mon Abs, don’t be jealous.”
“I’m not—” She looks up as she cracks a tiny, nervous smile.
You bite your lip, amused as you raise your brows.
“I’m not jealous.” Her confident demeanour returns as she places both hands on the counter leaning towards you again.
“You sure about that?” You tease in a hushed tone.
Abby smirks, “mhm,” you can feel the tension vibrating between you as her eyes remain fixed on yours.
Something about Abby’s confidence and the way she flirts is utterly irresistible to you. You want her. You can’t deny that.
Somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered what this type of energy would feel like coming from Ellie. Is this how Ellie makes Cat feel?
A pang hit your chest as you sweep that thought out of your mind. You shouldn’t be thinking about that.
“Ah-em.”
Both you and Abby almost jump.
“You two having a staring contest….. or?” Miranda, your manager interrupts.
You cringe as Abby picks up a glass and begins polishing it.
“Yeah— she keeps beating me” Abby chuckles awkwardly.
You crack a tight lipped smile at Miranda and b-line back to the hostess stand.
-
It’s been a week since the party at Ellie’s cabin. You’d spent a couple of nights at Abby’s, staying up late watching movies and playing board games. She hasn’t kissed you yet, though you could tell she has wanted to. You sensed her nerves and whenever you thought she might, she’d bail. You sure as hell weren’t going to make the first move so you waited.
Neither of you had suggested establishing anything serious. You knew you weren’t ready for that anyway and Abby was patient with you. Of course she made it known that she was interested by the way she spoke and acted towards you but she acknowledged your inexperience in sapphic dating and in general so she went along with your pace.
Abby was good at controlling her emotions and ignoring the jealous pang that would hit her chest every time you’d brought Ellie up while telling stories from past summers. Though you’d told her a dozen times that you were just friends now and in the past but her intuition told her otherwise.
It's Friday and you have the weekend off. With Abby and Liv both working late, you've designated tonight for indulging in your own company, perhaps wallowing a bit in your sorrows. Throughout the week, you've kept yourself occupied with work and focused on Abby, deliberately trying to keep Ellie at arm's length since Cat left. Ellie had texted you a couple of times asking if you were busy— and you technically were, with Abby and work. So it wasn’t like you were avoiding her on purpose…. sorta.
The inner turmoil you were experiencing was becoming a lot. Your conversation with Cat kept repeating in your head as you tried to recall every interaction with Ellie you’ve had this summer. Obsessing over the subtle nuances of your behaviour. You felt embarrassed but you weren’t exactly sure of what.
Did Ellie notice too? Was I coming off as some kind of creep? Did Ellie say something to Cat?
You groan as you pull your blanket over your head. Overthinking was a curse, you just want to shut your brain off.
In the dimness of your room lit by the soft flow from the string lights draped around the curtain rod above your window. You lay wrapped up under your covers, you've decided that City and Colour would host the melodic backdrop to your evening of bed rotting.
Drained and depleted, you can't help but question if your constant busyness has taken its toll. Why do you even feel like you need to be distracted? If you didn’t have actual feelings for Ellie you wouldn’t have to try this hard not the think about her. Fuckin liar.
You lie to Liv about not having feelings for Ellie, you don’t have to lie to yourself. Or maybe you do? Fake it ‘til you make it? That’s a thing, right?
You let out a deep sigh as you roll over to face the wall.
You’re frustrated for wanting someone who doesn’t want you. Especially since Abby is right there in front of you, being anything and everything you could possibly want in a girl. You don’t want to hurt her.
Not to mention, Ellie has a girlfriend. Shit, she doesn’t even know you’re into girls since you’ve basically drilled it into her head that you’re not.
-knock knock-
You roll your eyes at your mom interrupting your thoughts.
“I’m sleeping, mom.” You groan loud enough for her to hear you through the closed door.
You hear the door crack open.
“Lily? It’s Ellie.” Her familiar voice rasps quietly.
What the fuck?
You half sit up in bed and turn towards the door.
“Oh, sorry I—“ you began.
“No— Shit. Sorry, I shouldn’t have—“ Ellie began to close the door.
“No—you can come in.” you blurt.
Ellie pauses for a moment, unsure if you were being genuine or not.
“Come in.” You repeat yourself.
“Okay.” Ellie whispers, she sounds nervous. She steps in and closes the door behind her.
Your bedroom is dim but you can make out her silhouette as she stands awkwardly twiddling her fingers in front of your closed bedroom door.
There was a palpable tension between the two of you but you weren’t sure if it was her or if it was you facilitating the atmosphere.
“Your mom let me in, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have just barged up here.” Ellie said quietly.
“No it’s all good I was just— chillin.” You replied, attempting to be casual as if you weren’t moping over her listening to City and Colour, which continued softly playing in the background.
“I thought you were sleeping.” Ellie chuckled softly.
“Same thing,” you shrug as you pull yourself from under the covers, smoothing down the duvet so Ellie can have space to sit. You pat the other end of your bed, signalling her to sit down.
Ellie scratches the back of her neck as she walks towards your bed. Your eyes inadvertently fix on her torso as her white t-shirt lifts up, catching a glance at the boxers peeking out of her grey sweats.
You flick your eyes away, you could feel your face burn hot.
She takes a seat opposite to you while you adjust yourself to sit cross legged at the head of your bed.
You clear your throat, unsure of what to say.
“Are you doing okay?” Ellie finally asks, the room was dim but you swear you could see her deep green eyes.
“Yeah, why?” You quip, attempting to keep your tone light. Nothing was technically wrong after all. Right?
Ellie shrugs, her eyes leaving yours and fixing on her twiddling fingers, “I don’t know, just seems like you’ve been avoiding me all week.” She shrugs.
You bite your bottom lip, “sorry I’ve just been busy,” you come up with a half assed excuse.
The room goes silent, besides the music.
“Did I—” Ellie begins but she stops herself. Her eyes meet yours once again. “Did I weird you out by asking you to the formal?”
“What? No,” you shake your head as your brows furrow slightly.
“Like, if you wanted to go with someone else you can just tell me.” Ellie’s eyes return to her hands.
“No it’s not that.” You rub your forehead.
“So there is something wrong?”
“No I didn’t say that—”
“I mean you kinda implied something is wrong since you said ‘it’s not that’.” Ellie shrugged.
You sigh, pausing for a moment.
“Does Cat know you asked me to the formal?” You ask.
You watch Ellie bite her bottom lip as her eyes avert out the window as she takes a moment to think.
“Yeah.” She lied.
“And she’s okay with it?”
“Yeah.” Ellie shrugs, “she doesn’t care, she know’s you’re straight,” she pauses, thinking for a moment before she continues, “and she knows I don’t like you like that, not anymore at least.”
And that sealed the deal for you. Ellie Williams doesn’t like you like that, she sees you just as a friend. You blew your chance that night on the porch last summer. And all the times you told anyone who would listen that you weren’t into girls. She practically begged you to say it, and you couldn’t and now that ship has sailed. You didn’t know why any part of you held out a sliver of hope anyway. It’s not like you were actually doing anything to try to reverse the damage done, and it’s not like you could. She’s had a girlfriend this entire time.
It’s time to start acting like her friend and just accept that’s all you’re ever going to be.
“Right.” You nod in response.
Silence filled the room once again besides the music quietly playing from your speaker.
“City and Colour?” Ellie asks.
“Mhm” you hum quietly.
“Northern Wind is my favourite song on this album.”
You knew the song well since you’d spent countless hours over the last year listening to it with her on your mind.
“Why?” You decide to ask, attempting to make conversation.
“Reminds me of someone.” She shrugs.
You got a sinking feeling in your gut as you focus your sight out your bedroom window, you shouldn’t have asked. You didn’t press further, allowing silence to fall over the two of you once again.
Ellie examines your face, illuminated by the dimly lit string lights.
“Can we go back to how we used to be?” Ellie broke the silence once again, "how we were when we were younger?"
Your eyes meet hers. Her expression is soft and you could see some form of hurt in her eyes. You know she cares for your friendship.
You nodded, “sorry— I know we were just getting back to how things were last weekend and then I kinda fucked it up by avoiding you a bit.”
“It’s fine. Come here,” Ellie gently grabs onto your two hands, pulling you towards her and bringing you in for a hug.
You and Ellie spent the rest of the night talking and playing a couple rounds of Mario Kart, eventually falling asleep watching Interstellar. You in your bed while Ellie slept on the floor.
⋆ ˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆
The morning sun filtering softly through your curtained window woke Ellie up the next morning. Her back ached from the hardwood flooring in your room. Quietly, she sat up to check if you were still asleep, which you were.
Ellie glanced at the clock on your dresser, 9am. She’d decided to go pick up breakfast for the two of you at Misty’s Diner.
Ellie greeted your parents good morning in the living room and asked if they’d wanted anything from the diner. After taking their orders she stepped out into the warm morning Sun and began making her way to Misty’s.
Upon entering Misty’s she’d immediately noticed the brawny blonde a few people in line in front of her.
“Fuck me.” Ellie whispered under her breath.
Eventually her order was taken, she felt Abby staring into the side of her face the entire time. Ellie felt like she had no choice but to acknowledge her presence. She sighed quietly as she walked towards Abby who was waiting to the side of the counter, where the take out orders are served.
“Hey.” Ellie nodded at Abby, who was leaned up against a counter. Ellie stood beside her, leaning against the same counter attempting to appear somewhat confident next to Abby’s large stature.
“Hey,” Abby forced a smile, “how’s it going?”
“Not too bad,” Ellie shrugged, “you?”
“Good.” Abby responded.
Ellie cringed at the awkward tension as she wracked her brain for something to say.
“What’d you got planned for today?” Abby tried to make friendly conversation, she knows that’s what you would want her to do. Besides, why couldn’t she be friendly with one of your friends?
“Oh um, I’m taking y/n into the city to look for something to wear to the formal.” Ellie shrugged casually.
Abby crossed her arms as she became a bit uncomfortable. “Oh. I didn’t know she was going to the formal.”
Ellie couldn’t help but smirk a tiny bit. “Yeah, we’re all going, you should come.”
“Yeah, I’ll think about it... Cat gonna be back in town to be your date?” Abby asked curiously.
“No,” Ellie scratched the back of her neck as she took a moment to think about what she was about to say. It’s not like Abby was your girlfriend but she could tell that Abby is definitely into you. Ellie knew the feeling too well, she could spot it in another person from a mile away.
“Y/n is actually my date.” She said casually, biting back a smug smirk that attempted to tug at the corner of her mouth.
She decided not to clarify that the two of you were going friends. The look on Abby’s face gave her a sick feeling of satisfaction.
Abby raised her brows in surprise, then furrowing in brief annoyance before she reeled her emotions back. “Oh, nice that’ll be a lot of fun.” Abby replied plainly.
She almost felt bad for the girl. She knew what it felt like to be in Abby’s position, falling for you. Ellie wondered if you’d made it clear to Abby that you were straight like you’d made it clear to her.
“Order 23!” A lady at the counter called out, pulling Ellie from her thoughts.
“That’s me. Tell y/n I say hi.” Abby said flatly before making her way to the counter.
⋆ ˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆
You got out of bed and freshened up while Ellie was out grabbing breakfast. Once she got back the two of you ate with your parents in the dining room before hopping into Joel’s truck and starting the 3 hour drive into the city.
Ellie had asked you the night before what you were wearing to the formal so that she could try to match. You’d soon both realized that neither of you had appropriate outfits to wear to such an event.
“Any idea what colours you wanna wear?” You ask Ellie from the passenger seat as you scroll through her Spotify, looking for a song to play.
“I don’t know,” Ellie thought for a moment, her left hand resting on the top of the steering wheel while her right arm draped lazily over the centre console. “Why don’t you pick something out and then I’ll just find something that kinda matches?”
“Sure,” you shrug as you hit play on Tennessee Whiskey.
“This song reminds me of Joel.” Ellie chuckles as she turns the volume up.
You begin to chuckle too, “isn’t he from Texas?” You squint at her.
She shrugs as she glances over at you, “I dunno, Texas, Tennessee— same shit.” You both begin to laugh.
The two of you spend the three hour drive taking turns picking songs and loudly belting them out to each other.
-
Your shopping trip was successful and you found something you loved and felt comfortable in. Ellie opted to keep in simple with a clean black vest x suit combo that complimented your outfit nicely.
“Ready to head back?” Ellie asks as she shuts the driver side door of Joel’s truck.
"Yup," you reply, buckling your seatbelt.
Ellie pulls out of the parking lot and begins the drive back to Lakeview. The warm sun shining through the truck’s windows made you feel a bit sleepy.
Leaning against the passenger door, you position yourself to face Ellie slightly. Your eyes are drawn to her tattoo, visible as her arm rests on the center console. Your gaze traces up and down it.
“What?” Ellie asks curiously when she notices you staring. Your eyes meet hers only for a second before her gaze returns to the highway ahead.
“Did it hurt?” Your eyes fix on her tattoo once again.
Ellie glances down at her arm for a moment, “nah, not really. Which is good because it’s not finished, Cat has a bit more work to do on it.”
You hum in response as your eyes focus on the highway. A tattoo is so… permanent. Cat’s art permanently etched into Ellie’s arm. Every time she looks at it for the rest of her life she’ll probably think of Cat.
Lucky Cat.
“You ever gonna get a tattoo?” Ellie interrupts your thoughts.
“Mmmm yeah I think so.”
Ellie seems a bit surprised, “oh yeah? What would you get?”
You shrug, “I don’t know, what do you think I should get?”
Ellie thinks for a moment, “hmmm, you should get a lily of the valley.”
“Oh yeah, so I can think of you every time I look at it?” You roll your eyes.
“Exactly!” she teases.
You chuckle, “sure, if you get one too.”
Ellie pauses for a moment.
“I mean— I would.” She shrugs, a smirk on her face.
You chuckle, not taking her seriously, “shut up.” You nudge her arm with your elbow.
“Ouch! I’m serious!” She feigns pain.
You roll your eyes again, “alright I’m holding you to that then.”
You honestly wouldn’t mind having a matching tattoo with Ellie, you think it’s kind of sweet. Something for just the two of you.
“I can ask Cat to bring her tattoo machine next summer.” Ellie says casually.
The momentary sweetness dissipates, leaving behind a sour taste, you bite back the frown edging at the corner of your lips. Of course Ellie’s girlfriend would do the tattoos.
“Yeah we’ll see.” You force a smile.
You couldn’t tell if Ellie noticed your change in tone but you decided to redirect the conversation elsewhere for the rest of the drive back to Lakeview.
It was around 7pm when you and Ellie made it back to Lakeview.
“You wanna come in for dinner?” You ask as Ellie pulls into her driveway.
“Shit, sorry Lily. I’ve got dinner with Joel.” She scratches the back of her neck.
Am I being obvious? You worried to yourself.
“No worries,” you felt your cheeks go a bit hot as you reach into the backseat to grab your shopping bag, “see you around?”
“Of course.” Ellie extended her tattooed hand towards you, signalling for an embrace.
You lean over the centre console to hug her.
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“Hey Kiddo.” Joel said from the kitchen as Ellie walked in through the front door.
“Hey.” She said as she set her shopping bag down, “what’re you making?” She peeks over into the kitchen.
“Steak.”
“Mmmm” Ellie took in the lingering aroma.
“I made you one, here whenever you want it.” Joel announced as he loaded up his plate. His tv dinner table was set up in front of his armchair, some sort of documentary about cowboys already playing on the tv.
Ellie hated that telling white lies has seemed to become a habit.
“Thanks Joel.” She says quietly as she begins to make her way towards her room, “I gotta FaceTime date with Cat, I’ll be out to eat in a little bit.”
Joel nods in her direction as she shuts her bedroom door.
“Hey babe,” Ellie smiles when Cat answered her FaceTime call.
“Where have you been? You were supposed to call an hour ago.” Cat doesn’t look pleased.
“I’m sorry, I got caught up with something.” Ellie sighs.
“With what?” Cat presses, annoyed.
“Helping Joel with something, babe. Just drop it please, I miss you.” Ellie deflected.
Cat sighs in response, "I miss you too baby."
⋆ ˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆
Since Ellie was busy with dinner tonight you decided you’d go over to Abby’s. You thought it was time you should tell her about Ellie asking you to the formal.
You knock gently on the front door of Abby’s cabin and after a moment you her heavy footsteps approach. She looked surprised when she opened the door and saw you standing there, a warm smile on your face which quickly fell upon reading Abby’s energy.
“What’s up?” Abby asks flatly, standing in the doorway. Her body language was cold, usually she would step aside and let you in by now, asking how your day had been.
“What’s wrong?” You ask immediately.
“Why do you think something's wrong?” Abby shrugged.
“You’re acting weird.” Abby has never made you feel this way before.
“Just wasn’t expecting you," she shrugs again, "shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend?”
“What?” Your brows furrowed.
“You could’ve just told me about Ellie, you know.” Abby sneers.
“What’re you talking about?”
“She’s taking you to the formal? Thanks for the fuckin heads up by the way, I can’t believe I had to hear it from her.” Abby scowled, “did she break up with Cat for you?”
“Shit” you mutter under your breath, you’d never felt scared of losing Abby until now. “Let me explain, please.”
Abby crosses her arms and leans on the doorframe, waiting expectantly.
“When I stayed over at her house, she was drunk and asked me to go as friends and I was drunk and said yes. It’s stupid, I know. I wasn’t even supposed to go but I heard everyone is going and I just— I’m really sorry, I should’ve told you.” You blurted in a single breath.
Abby didn’t say anything for a moment.
“You had all week to tell me.” She looked disappointed more than angry.
“I know, I’m sorry. I’m stupid.” You sigh.
“You’re not—“ Abby sighs as she steps aside, “come in.”
You step inside and set you bag down on the ground as Abby walks into the living and takes a seat on the couch, resting her elbows on her knees as her finger tips interlock.
"I know I don't have a place to you know, be mad or whatever because you're not my—." Abby sighs, "we're not together or anything but it’s just confusing.” She sits back in the couch, averting her eyes away from you.
You felt terrible and understood where Abby was coming from. No shit it looks weird, going to the formal with Ellie. But you and Ellie are just friends. That’s all.
You sit next to Abby on the couch, examining her expression as she refuses to look at you.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper, “I can tell Ellie that I can’t be her date anymore—“
“No.” Abby cut you off, “it’s fine, I work late that night anyway.” She shakes her head.
You can tell she’s angry but she’s holding back.
“I’m sorry.” You say again.
The room goes silent, you can tell Abby is running through her thoughts in her mind.
Abby sighs, “I’m just being insecure. Overthinking. Threatened, maybe.” She lets out a strained chuckle.
You nudge closer to her on the couch, resting your head on her solid shoulder “you have nothing to be insecure about, okay?”
She forces a small smile. Her energy warming up a tad as she places her left hand on your thigh. “Your best friend is next best I guess,” she sighs, “if I can’t take you.”
You admired Abby's effort to find the silver lining in situations, even though you could sense her discomfort.
"Wanna hang after the formal? I can stay the night?" You’re trying to make it up to her.
Abby nods in agreement, "yeah, I think that'd be great."
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It's the second last Saturday of summer and the morning of the formal. You had trouble falling asleep the night before, your mind keeping you up thinking about how today would pan out.
Just make it through the night and then you’ll be with Abby and it’ll be a breeze. You kept telling yourself.
Liv was right, Ellie should be going to the formal alone. You felt bad for Cat, it felt like you were doing the opposite of what she asked you to do.
We're just friends.
Besides, you felt prepared to commit to Abby. Every aspect of her appealed to you, and isn't that what happens when you're drawn to someone? You start to take things seriously? Right?
You rub your forehead as you walk downstairs for breakfast.
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Everyone had arranged to gather at your cabin before the formal for photos and some covert pre-gaming while avoiding your parents' watchful eyes. You dedicated the entire afternoon to getting ready, ensuring you felt and looked your best for the occasion.
Liv was the first to arrive.
"Oh my god, you look amazing!" She beamed.
"Me? Look at you!" You grazed your eyes over Liv who was in a red floor length dress. Her hair was pinned behind her ear and she held a little black clutch purse.
"Oh stop," Liv began to blush.
The two of you made your way up to your room to wait for everyone else. You wanted to have a pre-brief before your other friends arrived.
"I heard you went to the city with Ellie." Liv smirked as she took a seat on your bed.
"And who told you that?" You rolled your eyes.
"Abby," she shrugged, "she got to work, fuming the other day 'cause she ran into Ellie at Misty's. She thought you guys were dating since you're going to the formal together." Liv raised her brows in an 'i told you so' manner.
"Yeah, well we've ironed that all out." You shrug as you apply a bit of powder to your nose in your vanity mirror, "I think I'm ready to get serious with her." You admit.
"What?" Liv chirps, excitedly. "Like you wanna be girlfriends?"
You roll your eyes, "I don't know, I'm not—" you think for a moment, "I'm not going to ask her to be my girlfriend but I think I'm just going to tell her I like her a lot or whatever."
You didn't really know what you were going to say to Abby later but you knew you wanted to say something. Abby was giving you space to set the pace so you felt the need to communicate your readiness for the next phase.
"That's cute," Liv smiled, "just make sure Ellie doesn't hear, she'll prob strangle Abby." She teases.
You scoff in response, "shut up, Ellie said herself that she doesn't like me anymore and for fucks sake Liv, she has a girlfriend!"
"I'm just kidding!" Liv smiles.
"Whatever," you scoff playfully.
"Girls!" Your mom calls from downstairs.
You and Liv greet Julia, Gabe and Dennis with warm hugs and exchanges of compliments. The trio are in their best attire, the boys in navy and grey suits and Julia is in a floor length blue dress, her arm hooked around Dennis'.
"Hey date," Liv smiles at Gabe. He's wearing a red bow tie to match Liv's dress. She hooks her arm onto his.
Your brows furrow slightly at Liv.
"It's so great that we're an even numbered friend group and we can all take each other as dates," Liv announces as she winks at you.
Liv is the fucking best. Of course she would get everyone to go as each other's dates to take the heat off of you and Ellie.
"Where's Ellie?" Gabe asks you.
"Umm, she should be here soon." You shrug.
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"I gotta go babe," Ellie says to Cat on facetime as she straightens the collar of her suit jacket.
"You look real great babe, have fun. Don't do anything stupid, please." Cat attempts to keep her tone light.
Ellie rolls her eyes, "you know I won't."
Cat sighs, "sorry, I know. I love you, text me."
"I will, love you. Bye." Ellie hangs up the call before stepping out of her bedroom.
"Looking good kiddo," Joel says, putting his book on the arm of his chair in the living room as he stands, "now let me get a picture of you." Joel reaches into his back pocket for his phone.
Ellie scoffs, "c'mon, I don't—." She rolls her eyes, blushing a bit.
"What! I've never seen you looking so spiffy, kid." Joel chuckles as he holds his phone up, "can you at least smile!"
Ellie rolls her eyes again, standing a bit awkwardly, her hands tucked into her pant pockets as she smiles. Joel takes a couple seconds to hit the button to take the picture, Ellie can't help but chuckle.
*click*
"Alright. Have a good time, okay?" Joel nods at Ellie, "call me if you need to be picked up."
"Will do," Ellie nods as she grabs the small bouquet of flowers she'd picked that morning off of the console table near the door.
"What's that?" Joel asks curiously.
"Oh, um, they're for Lily. Uh— she's my friend-date." Ellie scratches the back of her neck.
Joel chuckles lowly, "I've taught you well." He teases.
Ellie snorts, "yeah yeah, see you later."
Ellie was undoubtably nervous and she didn’t really know why. Anxiety bubbled in her stomach as she counted the steps she took across the street and up your front walkway. She gripped the bouquet with her left hand as her right thumb anxiously tapped each finger as if she were counting them. As she made her way up the steps and onto your porch she could hear the music and chatter inside. Ellie took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping in.
Her eyes first landed on the back of you in the living room, you hadn't noticed her come in yet. For some reason Ellie's anxiety washed away the moment she laid eyes on you.
"Ellie's here!" Julia squealed, Ellie could tell she's already had a couple sneaky shots.
Everyone turned their attention to Ellie as she walked from the sunroom into the living room, you stood up from your seat as your eyes washed over her.
She was dressed in an all-black suit, but instead of the usual collared dress shirt, she opted for a black buttoned-up vest that left a hint of her chest exposed. Her hair was pulled back in her usual half up bun, her bangs framing her face perfectly.
Time seemed to slow down for a moment, leaving you breathless. You noticed the bouquet of flowers she held in her left hand before your eyes met hers.
"Jeez Ellie, you're making Dennis and I look like shit dates." Gabe pulls your mind back to reality as he nudges Ellie's shoulder with his.
Ellie cringed internally for a moment, suddenly she felt like she was doing too much. It was in Ellie’s nature to be sweet when it came to you. Even when she tried to maintain her tough and angry facade earlier in the summer at the first party of the season, you broke her walls down almost immediately. So when she came across the perfect wildflowers while on a walk that morning she couldn’t help herself, she knew you’d love them.
Ellie watched you walk towards her, her breath hitching in her throat.
"Hey El," you smile as you approach.
Ellie clears her throat, "hey," she holds the bouquet out to you.
The first flower you notice is the lily of the valley in the middle of the arrangement. You then notice the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, you force yourself to ignore them. She doesn’t like you anymore.
You take the flowers into your hands, "thanks Ellie, you really didn—”
"Nah, don't worry about it." Ellie blurts as she scratches the back of her neck, her cheeks dusted pink.
"They're really beautiful." You hook your free arm around her and give her a hug.
"You look great," Ellie says quietly as you both pull away from the hug.
"Thanks, you do too." You smile.
Your parents decided to go to Potenza's for dinner which gave you and your friends the space to hang out before the formal. The six of you opted to skip the formal's dinner and just show up for the dance portion around 9pm.
After placing the bouquet in a vase with sugared water you take a seat beside Ellie on the couch. The other two couples were fully engaged in a debate about which local diner made the better breakfast sandwich, Misty's or Grey's. You were definitely team Misty.
You poured you and Ellie a shot each and held her shot glass out to her.
"To a good night." You toasted between the two of you, holding your shot glass out in front of you.
Ellie clinked her glass on yours, "to a good night."
A couple shots later, you were feeling fuzzy and you could tell everyone else was too.
"My dad's going to be here in 10!" Julia yells over the music loudly playing from the sound bar under the TV. Her dad has a 7 seater van that would be your limo for the night.
You decide to run up to your room quickly to freshen up. As you blot your cheek you hear your door click open. You watch Ellie through your vanity mirror as she enters your room, quietly shutting the door behind her.
"You okay?" You ask as you turn around.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Ellie says in a hushed tone, "just needed a minute, I think." She sighs as she leans back against the door, her hands in her pockets and an almost smug smirk on her face. She’s drunk and you could tell.
You examine Ellie's expression, her eyes are glossy and she seems a bit more confident than usual but she's mostly composed.
"Yeah, it's a lot down there." You chuckle. Everyone was decently drunk, you couldn't help but feel a bit concerned that your friends might get a tad too rowdy at the formal.
There's a palpable tension in the air between you and Ellie. She's looking directly at you, as you are her, but she looks like she wants to say something.
"I uh—." She begins but stops herself, chuckling as she shakes her head before leaning it back against the closed door, her gaze locked in on you. You can tell she's overthinking what she wants to say.
"What?" You can't help but chuckle too.
"I..... don't know how to..." her sentence drifts off as she scratches the back of her neck, her gaze averting elsewhere, the drunken confidence having slipped away.
"How to what?"
Ellie shrugs, "dance?" Her brows furrow and she seems almost embarrassed.
You start to giggle, "and you think I do?" Her eyes meet yours again.
"Wait— you don't?" Ellie smiles, but her expression reads disbelief.
"Fuck no," you begin to laugh.
"Fuck," Ellie says under her breath, "what'do we do? Not dance at the formal?" She teases.
You scoff and roll your eyes playfully, "we can't not dance at the formal," you announce sarcastically.
You both begin to laugh.
"Should we..?" Ellie begins again but stops herself mid sentence.
"What?" You furrow your brows, a smirk tugging at your lips, "you wanna practice?"
Ellie shrugs, "I mean, you're the one who suggested it so yeah, sure, whatever you want." A devious smile across her face.
You roll your eyes, was Ellie flirting with you? You gaze into her eyes, trying to figure out if she was being serious or not.
"Here," She held up her hands, signalling for you to step closer, so you step towards her.
"I think I put my hand here," she places her right hand around your back as she holds her left up, waiting for you.
You cautiously place your left hand on her shoulder and your right hand into her left. Your eyes meet Ellie's, your faces mere inches from one another as the butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter once again. She smiles lightly as you both begin to sway side to side.
You can faintly hear Cherry playing from the living room through your door.
"Seems like you've done this before." You whisper.
Ellie chuckles quietly, "I guess I'm just a natural." Her eyes fixed on yours. You feel the urge to avert your gaze, but it's as if you're physically unable to do so. There's something about Ellie that captivates you, making everything else fade away—the music, the chatter from downstairs—all suddenly muted. Time seems to stretch as you sway together, enveloped in each other’s presence.
You watch Ellie's eyes as they quickly shift from yours to your lips and then back again. With each passing moment, the air between you grows heavier, filled with unspoken longing. You notice her breathing deepen as your right hand lets go of her left and it rest on her chest, her left hand wrapping around your waist.
Could she feel this too?
You feel her right thumb softly caress you at the small of your back.
What kind of friend does that? She has to feel this too.
You watch as she subtly licks her lip, finding yourself doing the same. You swear you could hear both of your hearts beating in sync as the magnetism began to pull you closer. Suddenly you were no longer swaying, instead still. Your eyes meet, and then instinctively drift to each other's lips, a wordless invitation hanging between you. Ellie leans closer, hungry to close the gap but she pauses, waiting for you to meet her half way.
Your lips part as a sharp breath escapes your mouth. You want this, so bad.
You inch closer, you feel Ellie's breath on your lips as she waits for you.
"MY DAD'S HERE." Julia pounds on your bedroom door. You break away from each other, both knowing that what was about to happen was wrong.
Ellie's brows furrow as she squeezes the bridge of her nose with her right thumb and index finger, "I'm sorry— that was dumb— " she stuttered.
"No— it's whatever, we're drunk." You try to play it off as you grab your bag off of your bed, "let's go." You walk out of your room ahead of Ellie, biting your lip in frustration with yourself. You want Abby. You yell in your head. Your mind flashes back to the night Ellie basically friend-zoned you in your bedroom and then to your conversation with Cat. You give your head a shake. Don’t be fucking stupid.
"Fuck." Ellie sighs under her breath, following closely behind you.
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Ellie's mind raced as she sat next to you at the very back of Julia's dad's van. Her palms felt clammy as they rested on her knees, her eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. Deep down, she knew that whatever was about to unfold in your bedroom was wrong, yet there was an undeniable feeling of rightness to it, a sense of inevitability that she couldn't shake.
But it couldn't be right. She has a girlfriend and you're straight. End of story.
"Hey, you okay?" You ask softly, pulling Ellie from her thoughts.
Her attention turns to you as she musters a tight lipped smile, "yeah," she nods her head as her eyes meet yours, "never been better." You could tell she was lying and you knew why.
Of course you wanted to kiss Ellie and in a perfect world you might have. But you're glad Julia interrupted, it wouldn't be right to do that to Cat and Abby.
You weren’t sure if you believed that Ellie didn’t like you anymore like she’d told you that night. Regardless, your friendship with her was more important than having her in that way. You won’t let an almost kiss happen again.
"I can tell you're lying, you know," you remark, nudging Ellie gently with your elbow. You open your bag and grab your flask, passing it to her. "Friends almost—" you pause, lowering your voice as you glance around at your chatting friends, "drunk friends almost kiss sometimes, it's whatever," you reassure her, trying to ease the tension in the air.
Ellie lets out a sigh, her fingers tightening around the flask as she takes a swig. The word "friends" stings a bit, echoing in her mind as she feels a mixture of emotions swirling within her. The burn of the vodka down her throat emulates the unease in her chest as her gaze returns out the window.
For the first time Ellie questions if she can truly be your friend. Despite the ten months of simmering discontent prior to this summer, she always knew that she could come back to you.
But you’re a distraction that has her telling little white lies to her girlfriend. Sure, it’s Ellie’s decision to lie but she wouldn’t feel the need to lie if being around you didn’t feel so wrong. And it felt wrong because frankly, Ellie is in love with you and she knows it.
Thus, she wonders if being around you is too difficult for her heart. Can she handle hiding her feelings forever? Can she go on feeling like she’s deceiving her partner knowing her whole heart can never truly be theirs. Can she handle being strung along by you, her straight best friend, that seems to play into her fragile emotions. Keeping the naive lesbian wrapped around your finger.
It almost pisses her off. Of course a straight girl would say that ‘drunk friends almost kiss sometimes.’ That’s all it would be to you, just a drunken kiss. It’s easy for you to brush it off, there’s no feelings involved—
"C'mon El, let's just have fun tonight." You snap Ellie from her preoccupied mind as you place your hand on her thigh, "pleaseeeee."
You could tell what happened was weighing heavily on her thoughts. If you were being honest, it lingered on your own as well. But you were determined to not let another conflict between you and Ellie ruin the night.
Ellie's eyes flicked to your hand on her thigh before they met yours. It was difficult for her to hide her emotions and she knew that about herself. But she decided to tough it out, for your sake.
"Alright Lils, your turn." Her eyebrows raised as she smirked smugly, handing you the flask.
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You'd never been to the Lakeview Country Club before so you weren't sure what to expect. As Julia's dad pulled up in front of the venue your eyes were met with people dressed to the nines, socializing on the garden patio to the left of the entrance. You could hear the music booming from inside.
"Whose ready to dance their asses off??!!" Liv squealed as she stepped out of the van first, "I know Ellie is!!!" she teased.
"Ha— ha." Ellie rolled her eyes as she stepped out ahead of you. She stopped and offered her hand to you which you took, allowing her to lead you out of the car.
The six of you enter the Country Club and head straight to the dance floor. Your friends were decently drunk but no one had over done it. You could tell Ellie was loosening up a bit as she began to get into the music, going along with whatever silly dance you came up with.
You didn't know how long you'd been dancing for but you were having the time of your life. The air around the dance floor was thick from the heat of all of the moving bodies, you take a moment to catch your breath. Ellie seemed to have sensed your discomfort.
"You good?" She placed her hand on the small of your back.
You nod in response, fanning your face with your hand, "it's hot." Ellie's freckled cheeks were rosy from the warm air and you observe a flicker of concern crossing her face.
"Let's get some air." She grabs your hand and leads you away from the crowded dance floor, out onto a spacious balcony on the side of the hall. Tall standing tables, adorned with empty champagne glasses, scatter across the balcony, the night seemed to be winding down for other attendees.
Both you and Ellie's gazes instinctively drift upward as you step outside, it was just you and her. The sky was clear tonight, you swear you could see every single star shining above you.
You can still hear the music from inside, though it's shifted to slower, mellower songs as the DJ begins to wind down the night.
You finally notice the silence between you and Ellie as you both stand at the balcony's railing, staring into the sky.
"You have fun tonight?" Ellie asks quietly, both of her hands resting on the balcony railing.
You nod, eyes still fixed in the sky, "yeah, yeah I did,” you reach into your bag, taking a swig from your flask.
Ellie's gaze moves from the sky, to you as you hand her the flask. "Thanks for being my date," she takes a swig, finishing off the last bit of vodka. She tucks the empty flask into her jacket pocket so you wouldn’t have to carry it around the rest of the night.
Your eyes meet hers as you shrug, "the least I can do if Cat couldn't make it." It stings to bring up Cat, and you know why. But you have to let the sting simmer if you're ever going to get over Ellie.
Ellie chuckles lightly but internally she's cringing at the sound of her girlfriend’s name, she knows she shouldn't have this reaction. Her eyes return to the sky.
There's so much she wants to say and maybe she could if she knew that you would reciprocate. But she knew you couldn't, you're not like her. Her thoughts return to what she was thinking about in the van. She knew she had to let you go.
"Last song of the night folks!" You hear the DJ say through the mic from inside. Sparks begins playing softly, snapping Ellie away from her thoughts; shoving them to the back of her mind.
Her gaze returns to you as she holds out her hand, "may I have this dance?" she says in a playfully low voice.
You examine her expression, something’s wrong and you can tell but for some reason you feel like you shouldn’t ask.
"Why, certainly." You force a smile as you wrap your arms around her shoulders.
The two of you begin to sway slowly to the music. A feeling of heaviness weighs on your heart as neither you or Ellie say a word.
The idea of never speaking to you again crosses Ellie's mind. You feel her grip tighten slightly around you.
You had things you wanted to say too, but knew you couldn’t if you had plans of getting serious with Abby. A feeling of anxiety bubbled in your stomach knowing you were staying the night at Abby’s and here you were, slow dancing with your best friend.
You pull Ellie closer, resting your chin on her shoulder.
One week left of summer. One week left with her until she’s gone for another ten months.
“I’m gonna miss you, you know?” You whisper softly.
Ellie takes a moment, processing your words as she bites the inside of her cheek. “I’m gonna miss you too.”
The two of you continue to sway, “are we still gonna get matching tattoos next summer?” You attempt to keep the conversation light.
Ellie chuckles as she looks into the sky. Her previous thoughts of never seeing you again nagging at the back of her mind. She spots the giraffe constellation.
“Yeah.” She lied, for your sake.
You smile at the idea of the two of you having a matching tattoo. At least you’d have her as your best friend, forever bonded through ink. That was better than not at all.
A strange feeling in your chest told you that this was a goodbye. Something more than a see you next summer. This felt like a final dance before parting ways forever.
But that couldn't be true. It was merely a goodbye for the winter. Ellie assured you that you’d see her next summer, right? So you pushed those thoughts aside.
As the song comes to a close, your bodies part ways. You finally get a glance at her face but you can’t read her expression. She forces a tight lipped smile, “let’s find our friends,” she shoves her hands into the pockets of her dress pants and you follow her inside.
The two of you spot your friends on the other side of the dance floor chatting around a standing table.
“You missed all the slow songs guys, where’d you go?” Julia asks curiously.
“Just outside, needed some air.” Ellie shrugs, “it’s all good we could hear from out there.”
You watch a smirk grow on Gabe’s face, “you guys get a slow dance in?”
“No.” You shut him down as you roll your eyes.
Ellie's gaze shifts to you, a pang hitting her chest. She realizes she would've said the same thing if she had responded, but for some reason, your words sting. Her chest feels hollow, a sense of emptiness settling within her.
“Shut up Gabe,” Liv rolls her eyes too, “we’re going to an after party at that Colin’s, you know the guy who works at the paddle board rental place. You guys down?”
Ellie shrugs her shoulders, “sure,” her gaze falls to you as she waits for your response.
“Oh, um. My ride should be pulling up soon— so I can’t—“ you begin to pull out your phone to check if Abby has texted.
“What?,” Julia questions, “your ride?”
You watch Ellie purse her lips in your peripheral vision. She knew exactly who your ride was.
“Yeah— uh, it’s actually here. I gotta go.” You say quietly before turning to Ellie. “See you tomorrow?” You wanted to hang out with her as much as you could in the last week of summer.
“Yeah, sure.” Ellie replies a bit plainly, her hands still in her pockets.
You say goodbye to your friends and head outside.
As you approach the Country Club’s front doors you could see Abby standing in front of her jeep through the window. Upon opening the doors you find her in a black suit, holding a bouquet of flowers. A smile gleams across her face as her eyes wash over you.
“You look amazing, oh my god.” She chuckles as you approach. You watch her cheeks turn a light shade of pink.
“You do too! Aw, you’re blushing.” You tease, as you open your arms, she brings you into an embrace.
As Abby held you tightly, the idea of being in a relationship with her briefly crossed your mind. It felt like the correct path—no distractions, no need to struggle to maintain a prior friendship. You convinced yourself that it was the right choice.
“I have to ask you something.” You say into her chest.
Abby pulls away, handing you the bouquet and taking your free hand into hers as she looks at you.
She hums in response, waiting patiently for you to speak.
“I think…” you begin, not really sure how to word what you were about to say, “I’m ready— if you are— for like a…” your words drift off.
Abby raises her brows in slight surprise as she waits for you to finish your sentence.
It’s like the word is caught in your throat for a moment.
“A relationship.” You smile.
Abby chuckles, almost in disbelief. “Are you, sure?”
You nod, technically you were sure. You could see Abby as your first girlfriend. She's sweet, patient, funny, and you know she cares about you. It feels right. While Ellie is in the back of your mind, you can't deny yourself happiness with someone else. Ellie is your friend and if it’s up to you, that won’t change.
Abby’s face lights up as she watches you nod.
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Ellie watches you walk away, a deep sigh escaping her mouth. The rest of your friends are chatting with another group who is also heading to Colin’s after party.
“You good?” Liv nudges her gently with her elbow.
“Yup.” Ellie rasps as she reaches into her jacket’s pocket for your flask. She shakes it— empty.
“Fuck.” She sighs under her breath.
Liv examines Ellie for a couple of moments.
“Look, I know how you feel.” Liv whispers, “I can read that shit from a mile away. And frankly, I wasn’t happy with you taking her as a date here. But if your heart is really for her, you should just tell her.”
Ellie’s brows furrow in confusion, “there’s no use, she’s not—”
“Don’t be so dense Ellie, we all see the way she looks at you.” Liv rolled her eyes. “It’s not my place to comment on anyone’s sexuality but— maybe if you’re just honest with her, she’ll be honest with you too and you can both figure everything out.”
Ellie clears her throat as she ponders, glancing at your flask in her tattooed hand. “Yeah uh— I guess I should give this back to her anyway.” She shrugs, anxiety bubbling in the pit of her stomach. She knew you were out there with Abby. But the thought of never speaking to you again without telling you how she felt outweighed any awkward tension she might face.
She was fully prepared to cut your friendship out of her life after realizing how difficult it would be to stay your friend. What did she have to lose? Cat flashed across her mind, but she knows where her heart truly is. Liv was right. Ellie needed to tell you how she felt.
Ellie nods at Liv before making her way out of the hall and towards the Country Club’s lobby.
As she approaches the exit doors she can see you and Abby standing outside her jeep through the door’s window.
“Fuck me,” she groans under her breath as she halts before the doors. She pushes herself up against the shadowed wall within the vestibule, out of your line of sight.
She observes as you embrace Abby and then step back, accepting the bouquet from her. Ellie’s brows knit together. She watches as you say something, your nervousness evident. Ellie feels her heart race as she tightens her grip around the flask in her hand. She attempts to read your lips, but the words elude her.
Her gaze shifts to Abby, who appears pleasantly surprised, then back to you as she observes you nod. Smiles spread across both your and Abby's faces before you quickly glance around and abruptly pull Abby in for a kiss.
Ellie's heart plummets to the pit of her stomach, a sinking sensation seizing her. She immediately feels sick as her fingers loosen around the flask, dropping it to the floor with a loud clang, the sound echoes in her ears.
Emotions flood her senses, heartbreak, confusion, anger, and for some reason a sense of betrayal.
Why did Lily drill into my head that she was straight? Why couldn’t she be honest like she clearly is with Abby. I was ready to give up everything for her, to lay it all out for her.
That’s all she needed to see.
Ellie was done.
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You had an amazing night with Abby. You felt bad that she missed out on the formal and she was all dressed up for you, so you had her play a couple slow jams and the two of you playfully slow danced in her living room.
Making out with a girl wasn’t as terrifying as you previously thought. Abby’s lips were soft and despite her stature, she was gentle. Things did get a little heated on the couch but Abby wouldn’t move beyond making out. Which you appreciated because you knew you weren’t ready.
The next morning you woke up early and decided to make pancakes, serving them to her in bed.
“Wow, are you sure you’ve never dated a girl before?” Abby teased as you handed her, her stack of pancakes, “you really know how to please a woman.”
You roll your eyes as you chuckle, “maybe I just wanted pancakes in bed really bad, wouldn’t it be rude if I didn’t give you any.” You tease back.
You sat back in bed, resting your plate in your lap.
“Very true, thank you baby.” Abby leans over and kisses your cheek.
You hum in response as you cut into your stack of pancakes.
-
You got home from Abby’s around noon. After showering you’d decided to go over to Ellie’s to see if she wanted to hang out.
Joel was on his porch reading the newspaper as you walked across the street.
“Afternoon, kid,” he greeted you as he set the newspaper over his knee.
“Hey,” you smile, “Ellie home?”
You watch Joel’s expression change, his eyes searching for the right words.
“She uh—“ he scratches the back of his neck— just like Ellie. “Decided to head home early this mornin’.” He shrugged, “took my truck. I gotta get a ride home with Mr. Hastings later this week.”
“What?” Your stomach churns as your brows furrow.
“Yeah, sorry kid. Said she wanted to leave and you know her, there’s no stoppin’ her.” He says quietly.
Unsure of what to say you just nod. “Alright, thanks Joel.” You mutter before turning around, making your way down the porch steps.
“Hey.” Joel calls lowly from behind you, you turn to look at him once again. “She cares a lot about you and… I don’t know what’s goin’ on between y’all but I think she needs space.”
You weren’t sure what he was talking about. She literally told you last night that you’d see her today.
You examine Joel’s expression which reads concern. He’s protecting Ellie but you weren’t sure from what. You wanted to ask what happened but you didn’t want to pry.
“Okay.” You whisper as you begin to feel tears welling at your waterline. Your throat tightens as you hasten your pace across the street, back to your cabin.
Ellie was gone and you didn’t know why.
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A/n: Ngl I rewrote the formal part like 5x. Sorry if that was sad asf but I love angst sooo much. Reader and Ellie just can’t seem to get on the same page ughhh It’s like torture for me even tho I’m the one writing it hahah. Ellie def is going thru a major canon lesbian event with being in love with her “straight” best friend. I mean, now she knows Lily’s not so straight after all lol. Meanwhile her “straight” best friend is stuck in a mess that is kinda her fault but also she’s trying her best (I think) with coming to terms with herself while trying to please others 😭 chronic ppl pleasers stand up 😭.
Please let me know your thoughts and/or theories on what’s happening next, my asks are always open & I love hearing from you guys! This chapter was long af and I didn’t wna split it up so I hope you didn’t mind reading so much. I had a lot of trouble picking one song so I just included many lol. Music inspires me so much when I write like I feel like I can literally place myself within a story if I’m reading/ writing while listening to music, so check out the syns playlist linked at the top.
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zeezelweazel · 2 months
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Rachel Daly & Millie Bright| New Experiences|
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I was planning on writing more fluff but all the smut ideas hit me like a truck so here you go ig, also this is loooong
I'm kinda nervous to post this idk why (the proof reading was very rushed, not my best work)
TW: Strap on use, fingering (reader receiving), oral (Millie receiving), face sitting, praise kink, dirty talk, slight breeding kink
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You've been dating Rachel for almost a year now and obviously you've met Millie more than once. The two best friends were soulmates and you won't lie, at first it bothered you a little. How they were so impossibly close with their matching tattoos and their inside jokes. It made you feel like you have to compete for Rachel's attention and time.
Then you realised how crazy that sounded so you shifted your attention to trying to be friends with Millie. You two bonded really fast and Rachel was delighted over your new found relationship.
Now some time has past and the three of you have settled into a comfortable dynamic. Although no matter how much time you spend with someone, there are always things about them that you must discover.
You and Rachel are cuddled up on the couch with Millie on the other side with your legs draped over her lap as a boring rom com plays on the tv. The movie was something that you guys found playing already and decided to leave it, the plot being about a woman discovering her love for women after years of dating men.
Everything was going smoothly until the two best friends decided to make an innocent joke.
"Good for her, but I'm sure that it's not that easy to realise you like women after dating men your whole life."
"Pssh please, one night with us and you'd be head over heels Bright."
Millie turned to Rachel so they can continue their little scramble but your mind had simply stopped working. Surely Millie must be joking. There's no way she's not only straight but also has never been with another woman before. Sure, you've never talked about her sexuality with Millie before but you had simply assumed. Which sounds bad but at the same time, could you really be blamed?
"Wait wait wait. Millie, you've never been with a woman before?"
Rachel looks at you with a smirk you can't identify at the moment and Millie just smiles and shakes her head.
"Nope. Never. Shocking ain't it?"
You only hum in response and focus your attention back towards the screen. Just when you thought the night was about to continue as normal, Rachel reached down and squeezed your thigh. You gulped knowing that this conversation isn't over just yet.
It was almost midnight when Millie left. You and Rachel were getting ready for bed. You noticed your girlfriend throwing pointed glances at you but not really saying what she wants. Finally you've had enough so with a huff you pull her into your side on the bed. Rachel chuckles slightly before finally revealing her thoughts.
"So about what happened earlier... You were a tad bit disappointed that Millie isn't interested in women."
Rachel said it so confidently that it made you laugh at first but once you noticed she was serious you started playing with your hands anxiously.
You'll admit you've spent a fair share of time ogling your girlfriend's best friend. It's not like cheating, of course not, it's just that Millie was an objectively attractive woman. A gorgeous, tall, mascular woman that you've fantasised about once or twice. Or more than that.
You thought you were not being obvious about it but Rachel knows you better than you know yourself. It's also fortunate that Rachel knows Millie better than anyone. She's caught her best friend looking once or twice. She couldn't blame Millie, you're drop dead gorgeous.
The recent events tied everything together, it's just too good of an opportunity for Rachel to brush it off without doing anything.
When Rachel realised you weren't going to answer she tugged you to her side and pulled you in for a side hug.
"I've seen how you look at Millie babe." Rachel leaned in and whispered in your ear. You froze completely at her words, not knowing how to react. Rachel smirked teasingly and you blushed trying to hide your face in her shoulder.
"I don't blame you. Millie is really hot."
Your eyes almost bulge out of your skull after hearing your girlfriend's words. You move back to look at her, trying to gauge her reaction to see if she's lying or joking. When you realise she's completely serious you bite your lip in thought.
"Are you really saying what I think you're saying?" Rachel only nods in response looking at you with an almost hopeful look." I don't want Millie to be uncomfortable. I mean she's never been with a woman before and what if she thinks we're creepy, or disgusting or-"
"Woah pause. Millie would never. If she doesn't like the idea she'll simply tell me that and then we'll forget this ever happened."
You ponder over it a few moments as Rachel quietly runs her hands up and down your sides. When you finally nod, Rachel grin in triumph and lays down on the bed.
"Good. I'll talk to her tomorrow."
When Rachel came home grinning from ear to ear and pulled you in a passionate kiss you thought she was just in a mood. But after she pulled away she told you that Millie had miraculously agreed. You really didn't expect her to but you'd be lying if you said you weren't giddy at the thought of a threesome with your girlfriend's best friend.
It took a lot of preparation and long talks with Millie about your boundaries and your kinks but everything was finally sorted and ready. You were almost pacing in your living room waiting for Millie to arrive. Rachel is trying to play it cool but you could tell she was nervous as well. It's not like you two have done this before.
The tension in the room is broken by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Rachel jumped up from the couch and all but ran to the door. Millie seemed to be anxious as well, her more than you and for good reason. With everyone anxious the atmosphere was a little awkward. You didn't dare to make the first step, opting to look at the floor instead.
After a few seconds of silence Rachel finally decides to break the ice. She pulls Millie closer by the fabric of her shirt and frames her face with her hands. Millie's face flushes red and she nods her consent. Rachel finally pushes their lips together, softly at first, expertly sliding their lips together. Millie groans softly into the kiss and her hands fall on Rachel's hips to pull her closer. You watch as the two best friends kiss and warmth grows in the pit of your stomach as the kiss turns more passionate. Rachel gasps when Millie squeezes her hips and grinds down on her which allows the taller blonde to slip her tongue in Rachel's mouth.
Your eyes are dark with lust as you watch the scene in front of you progress and you rub your thighs together desperate to relieve some of the pleasure in between your thighs. You weren't expecting Millie to take the rains so easily, especially with Rachel usually being the dominant one in the bedroom, but it's definitely a welcome surprise. When the defender sucks on Rachel's tongue she whines and her hips twitch. Millie pulls back then and Rachel chases her lips only to be lightly pushed back by her best friend's strong hand. Millie is smirking confidently when she turns to look at you.
"Can't let you have all the fun now can we, Rach?"
Without another word you pounced on her, your kiss wet and rough as you tried to consume one another. Realising that you three have been standing in the hall this entire time you string Millie towards the bedroom, your lips not once leaving eachother. Once you reached the bedroom Millie pushed you on the bed. You fell on the cushions with your eyes stuck on Millie who looked a bit uncertain on how to continue. Rachel slipped behind Millie, reaching around to rub chiseled abs over the defender's clothes but her blue eyes were fixed on you.
"Take your clothes of baby."
You nod fast at Rachel's command and take your clothes off slowly, making sure to give the two women watching you a show. You take of your shirt first, revealing the lacy white lingerie you picked out. You bite your lip as you feel your pussy grow wetter when you see Rachel slowly undressing Millie, taking of her clothes piece by piece as she kisses along her neck and whispers in her ear hotly.
"Doesn't she look so pretty? Do you want to fuck her Millie?"
You moaned needily when you heard Rachel's raspy voice. Millie's eyes were dark with lust, she licked her lips and gripped the sides of your bottoms. With a nod you gave your consent and Millie tugged down both your pants and your underwear at once.
Millie was bare on top as well, save for her bra. Rachel had now moved next to you and swiftly unhooked your bra. You whimpered when the cold air hit your stiff nipples and Millie groaned at the sight of your soft breasts completely exposed. Rachel reached over and took her best friend's hands on her own to guide them to your chest. Millie instinctively squeezed and groped your tits, her big palms covering the entire soft expanse of your breasts. Rachel, ever the impatient woman, moved to your neck instead as she nipped and sucked bruises on your skin.
Millie started twisting and tugging on your nipples and you moaned loudly bringing one of your hands to tangle in Rachel's soft blonde hair.
"Please, lower!"
Rachel smirked against your neck when you begged. She pulled back and started rubbing your thighs as you let them fall open. Both women turned their attention on the wet patch that very obviously formed on your panties.
Rachel slowly slid them off and you whined as she took her sweet time, teasing you as much as possible. Now you were lying beneath Millie, completely bare as both women stared you down hungrily.
Rachel moved closer to Millie and positioned her hands once more. Taking the defender's hand in her own, Rachel guided one of Millie's thick fingers through your slippery folds and your hips bucked while your mouth fell open.
"Feel how wet she is for us. Such a good girl, dripping all over and making a mess."
You whimpered and tried to grind up on Millie's finger, tired of the teasing from the blondes. Rachel tutted disapprovingly and held your hips down with her free hand to stop you from moving. She kept their fingers going up and down until she focused on your throbbing clit. Millie's rough fingers making tight circles over the sensitive nub. The sight of your girlfriend teaching her best friend how to touch a woman, how to touch you, turned you on in ways you'd never imagine.
Millie started gaining confidence quickly, her fingers now moving on their own, even dripping lower to tease at your gaping hole. Rachel decides that Millie is fine on her own for now so she reaches back and unhooks her best friend's bra as well. Millie groans when her best friend starts planting wet kisses on her neck. Without wasting any time Rachel's hands moved to her breasts to twist and pull at her nipples, similar to what the blonde was doing to you a few moments before. Millie took pity in your whining and finally shoved two fingers inside your wet pussy. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, a futile attempt to ground yourself as Millie's fingers set up a punishing pace. Millie turned her head and started making out with Rachel again. Their tongues were moving against eachother, your girlfriend doing a great job of swallowing all of Millie's moans as her nimble fingers continued touching her chest.
"God Millie, fuck! I'm so close don't stop."
Rachel grinned at your words her lips moving down to connect with yours in a bruising kiss. Millie seemed to be more motivated to make you come, using her other arm to rub your clit while her hands kept moving.
"Curl your fingers when you're inside, she loves that." You groaned when Rachel said that but the breathy sound soon turned to a high pitched moan when Millie curled her fingers and hit your g-spot repeatedly. You couldn't control your hips anymore, you started grinding down in time with the blonde's thrusts.
"That's it baby girl, come for us." Rachel cooed in your ear and your thighs started shaking while you toppled over the edge, head thumping on the the sheets while your eyes rolled in the back of your head.
Millie was good with her fingers. Way too good for this to be her first time. Her fingers were thick and big, a huge difference from Rachel's long and slim ones. Your chest was heaving from the deep breaths you were taking desperate to gulp down as much air as you can. When you opened your eyes what you saw made heat immediately pool at your lower belly once more.
Rachel was now sitting on the bed, mouth stuffed with Millie's fingers as she sucked and licked to clean them from your juices. Rachel was still wearing all of her clothes but not for long. you moved closer to the blondes and tugged on your girlfriend's shirt, a silent question to remove it. Millie removed her fingers from Rachel's mouth and quickly got rid of the of the offending garment.
It didn't take Rachel much to push the taller woman on the bed and get on top of her, their lips crashing against eachother. You saw your girlfriend pushing Millie's pants and underwear down, helping the taller woman remove them completely.
"I want to taste you." It was a whisper swallowed by the wet sounds of their lips brushing against eachother with passion but you heard it non the less. Millie nodded hurriedly and pushed Rachel lower. Her cunt was wet and aching and the only thing that will help is Rachel's mouth on her. Rachel looked at you before getting on her knees and she licked her lips before smirking.
"Why don't you sit on Millie's face sweet girl?"
Both you and Millie flushed red at the suggestion but both of you are eager to jump on the opportunity. Millie looks a bit unsure as to what to do when you climb over her face. Rachel pats her spread thighs to get her attention, knowing what her best friend is feeling even without being able to look at her face.
"Just focus on what I do to you so you can do it to her, yeah?"
Rachel doesn't see Millie's strong nod but she doesn't seem to care as she dives in anyway. She runs the flat of her tongue through Millie's sloppy folds and the defender moans, thrusting her hips against Rachel's face. You slowly lower your pussy on Millie's awaiting face and the other woman immediately copies her best friend's movements. Rachel lets Millie grind on her tongue relishing in the moans from both her and you as the sweet taste of Millie fills her senses.
Rachel grips Millie's thighs and pushes her head closer and moves her tongue higher to tease the blonde's throbbing clit. Millie's hips twitch against Rachel's face and her loud moans vibrate against your own clit. You throw your head back your hands clutching Millie's blonde hair as you curse loudly.
Your thighs start shaking, a second orgasm coming quickly since you're already very sensitive. Rachel decides this is the perfect moment to take Millie's clit in her mouth and suck. The blond stops working her tongue against you with her head so full of oust and pleasure. You whine pitifully at being denied but soon enough Millie sloppily takes the swollen bud in her mouth and your mouth drops open in a silent scream. It doesn't take much for you to come again with a yell of Millie's name.
You fell boneless on the bed next to her and watch breathless when Millie threads her fingers through Rachel's hair and tugs her closer. Rachel, you think, always looks so unbelievably attractive like this. On her knees with her face pushed against a wet and hot cunt her expression dazed and completely pussy drunk. Millie is close, you can tell with how her hips seem to be out of control and how her legs are wrapped around Rachel, twisting and pressing down on the sides of her head.
Millie comes with a low groan but keeps Rachel's face pressed against her core using what strength she has left to ride out her high on the blonde's tongue. Soon Millie lets her best friend escape and Rachel comes up for a filthy kiss, letting the defender taste herself on her tongue.
You quickly notice that Rachel is still wearing too much and most importantly the woman has been so focused on Millie and you that she hasn't come once tonight. Your eyes brighten dangerously when a great idea pops in your head.
"Rach is wearing way too much." You turn to Millie who is now propped up on her elbows watching her best friend with a hunger in her eyes. Rachel shifts her eyes from you back to her best friend and her face flushes red at your predatory gazes. Millie finds her dominance back and grips Rachel's thighs to drag her up the bed. Rachel's surprised yelp is muffled by Millie's eager mouth. The defender easily dominates the kiss and tugs Rachel's bra off. She doesn't waste any time before she roughly gropes her breasts and moves down to suck and bite the soft flesh.
Rachel bites her lip to stop any noises from escaping because the blonde always embarrassed about being loud. You move from the bed to the drawer underneath the bed and pull out Rachel's favourite strap to use. Seven inches proud, this strap is rarely worn by you since Rachel has a hard time taking it but this was a special occasion and after all you won't be the one to wear it.
You take the harness and turn to the two women on the bed. Rachel is now completely naked hips grinding down and desperately trying to find much needed pleasure against Millie's hips. Millie pulls back when she notices you, much to Rachel's dismay, and her eyes widen comically when she notices what you're holding. Rachel gasps when she sees her favourite strap and gulps when she realises that she'll have to take the whole thing tonight.
"Let me help you put it on Mills. Baby grab the lube, you'll need it." Rachel scurries off the bed and you make quick work of the harness, tightening the straps around Millie's hips. Rachel hands you the lube and gulps when you motion to her hand with your head. Rachel squirts a gracious amount in her hand and looks directly at Millie's eyes when she takes the strap on her hand, slowly moving her hand up and down. She coats the strap in lube and makes sure to put enough pressure so the strap presses against Millie's clit.
When Rachel deems the strap ready she happily lies down and spreads her pegs for you and Millie, her pussy glisening with arousal. Millie grips her thighs and positions herself, ready to enter Rachel until you stop her with a hand on her stomach. She looks at you confused but you only grin, throwing a teasing glance at Rachel.
"She can't take that yet. Let me get her pussy ready for you."
Rachel whines and hides her face in her hands but the embarrassment is soon overtaken by pleasure when you enter her with two fingers. You make sure to go slow and give Millie a good show, scissoring your fingers and stretching her tight hole. Rachel moves her hips in time with your thrusts but it doesn't do anything to help, the shallow and slow thrusts only serve as teasing. When you meet no resistance you add a third finger in and Rachel throws her head back with a frustrated groan.
"I can take it! Just, fuck, get on with it!"
You chuckle at her desperation and slowly take your fingers out, turning to look at Millie who's eyes are firmly locked on her best friend's dripping pussy." What do you think Millie?"
The blonde doesn't answer, instead she takes the strap in her hand and runs the head up and down Rachel's folds. Rachel's breath stutters when the head teases her hole.
"Fuck Mills stop teasing -"
Rachel's sentence is interrupted by a loud moan when Millie finally enters her, pushing in only a few inches of the thick appendage. Rachel spreads her legs wider, a clear invitation for Millie to go deeper.
The taller woman goes in and out with short but powerful thrusts slowly pushing the strap deeper. Rachel tries to keep quiet but she's fighting a loosing battle. The length of the strap keeps going deeper and deeper stretching her out in ways she's never experienced before. You lay next to her and your hand goes to tease at her nipples while your mouth creates new bruises on her neck.
"No need to do that love. You know I love how loud you're. And you know you're too much of a slut to keep quiet anyway."
Rachel whimpers and clamps down on the strap and Millie groans at the resistance. You perk up and grab Rachel's knees pulling them up until they're almost by her ears. The new angle allows for a better angle and Millie pushes the strap all the way down, her hips flash against Rachel's.
"Gods, fuck! Millie harder!"
You simply stared amazed, Rachel had never been able to take the whole thing before. But with the help of Millie she was being pounded into the mattress seven inches moving in and out of her. Millie's eyes moved from Rachel's face, filled with pleasure and flushed red, to her full tits bouncing in time with the strong thrusts. You decided to help by bringing your hand to her neglected clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves twitching and throbbing. Rachel almost screamed when you started rubbing hard circles against it.
"I'm close, don't stop!"
Of course she doesn't, instead Millie starts moving her hips faster and Rachel's voices closes up as her moans turn into sharp breaths. The most prominent sound in the room is the lewd sound of their hips slapping against. Rachel finally comes with a scream and Millie collapses next to her exhausted.
After a long shower session, cuddle time was due. Rachel was bundled in your arms with Millie next to her. Your usually over confident girlfriend was quite timid and very sore after the pounding she received so she was content with laying in your arms while you and Millie talked.
"This one won't be able to walk tomorrow, you know." You say and tap Rachel's hip teasingly."And since it's your fault you're going to carry her wherever she wants." Rachel only smiles against the soft skin of your neck when Millie gasps.
"I was that good wasn't I?" Millie gloats after a few seconds of silence.
"Oh rubbish! I can make her take a bigger one."
Millie scoffed and Rachel slapped your stomach.
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ughgoaway · 2 months
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An encounter
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content warnings; smut (duh), threesome, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, slight cumplay maybe? swearing, drinking and possibly mediocre writing. and also probably more things I'm forgetting...
a/n; idk why, but I have actually never been more nervous to post a fic?? maybe I'm just insecure because JESUS CHRIST writing threesomes is so fucking difficult. I'm just thankful there was only one dick involved in this one. also i fear i made this a little too gay... i mention the girlfriend A LOT. soooo... sorry about that <3
anyway special thanks to @think0fmehigh for being the nicest human ever and encouraging me to try and write this!! she is to blame if this is awful (jk it is all my fault lol)
word count; 5k -ish
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Sweaty bodies press into your sides, the beat of the music pumps through the room, and you can feel the vibrations moving within you. With a heavy sigh and a wide smile, you throw your head back, letting your body move to the song carelessly. 
The music was swirling in your brain, and you were carelessly dancing, paying no attention to anyone else around you. So when you feel someone bump into you from behind, you immediately go to apologise.
Before you get a chance, you feel a pair of hands slide around your waist. You flick your eyes down and see perfectly manicured red nails spreading across your stomach, almost as if they were asking permission to pull you back into their body. 
Maybe it's the alcohol running through your veins, or the music pumping in your ears, or perhaps the fact that you haven't had a good fuck in 4 months. But you lean back into the mystery person's grip, pressing yourself against their hot body.
A wave of floral perfume overtakes your senses. The sickly sweet scent causes goosebumps to spread over your skin as you fight the urge to throw your head back and bury your head in her neck. sharp nails dig deeper into your skin, and you feel yourself hoping that she leaves crescent-shaped marks behind, to prove that this feeling is real. 
After a few minutes of moving together, you gain the confidence to flick your eyes back, to finally see the woman who has been practically fucking you in the middle of a crowded club Heavy eyeliner surrounded her hooded eyes and a deep red lipstick was smudged over her lips. Long curls of hair fell down her neck and chest, and even in the dark lights of the club, you could see her glowing skin, each pulsing light highlighted the thin sheen covering her.
With this newfound confidence, you press your body back against hers, your sticky skin sliding together as you grind against her. The rumble of a groan rips through her chest, and you can feel the vibrations as she presses herself even closer to you. Power thrums through your veins, and you can't help but giggle at the feeling of heat pulsating through you.
After a few minutes of dancing together, you feel her bend down to your ear. You prepare yourself for her hot breath in your ear, for her to whisper filthy things that make you drip down your thighs. You swear you can almost hear her inviting her back to her place, asking if she can bury her face between your legs until you're a sobbing mess.
Instead, she traces the outline of your ear with her tongue and begins pressing kisses to the outside of your neck, nipping and sucking your damp skin.
You let out a shuddered gasp at the sensation, and you can feel a smirk dancing across her lips. She slides her hands down from your waist to the tops of your thighs, inching dangerously close to your barely covered core.
The short skirt you were wearing didn't leave much to the imagination, and you wouldn't be shocked if she’d already caught a glimpse of your red panties from the way you were moving against her.
Once the song ends, you feel her grip around you loosen, and images of her spinning you around and shoving her tongue in your mouth as she gropes your exposed skin come to mind.
Except, before you can process the loss of her, she's slinked off into the crowd, leaving you breathless and annoyingly turned on.
Fucking hell. time for a drink.
You manage to part the sea of bodies and stumble to the bar, you shout over the pumping music and order a vodka cranberry. It might be a basic drink, but it was cheap and cheerful, and just what you need after being pied off by one of the hottest women you've ever seen.
“Put it on my tab mate, what's one more drink?” you hear a deep voice from behind you say, the timbre of his voice makes your pulse skitter. It was silky smooth and dripping with something you couldn't quite put your finger on. It wasn't confidence or hunger, not even lust. It was just something.
you feel his body press up against you before he slides onto the stool to your left, his hot breath dances over the back of your neck, and you almost shiver at the sensation. But you were more than ready to shoot him down, you didn't come expecting anything tonight, and after dancing with that girl for 10 minutes you're not sure a man could fill the hole she’d left behind.
However, when you flick your eyes over to him, any sense of apprehension melts away and is replaced with pure lust. His dark eyes still managed to glow in the low lights of the club, and his pretty wine-stained lips were already begging to be bitten and kissed. Perfect ringlets framed his face, dark but with swirls of grey dancing through them. A light spattering of facial hair covered his jaw, just enough to scratch your skin deliciously.
“Thanks” you say, smirking over at the mystery man. You pause and wait for him to fill in his name, but he doesn't. Simply smiling smugly and taking a sip of his red wine, you watch a droplet fall on his lips and study the way his tongue darts out to catch it.
His intense eye contact makes you nervous, and you almost pull your eyes away. His heavy gaze was confident, as if he knew something you didn't. You almost scoff at his obvious bravado, but that dies in your throat when you see the woman you were dancing with earlier slink up to his side.
His calloused fingers slide around her waist, and you can see the tension in his grip, his almost white fingertips letting everyone know he was staking his claim on her.
“Hey baby,” she says, bending down and kissing the mystery man messily. You can see their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. The kiss is filthy, all teeth and tongues, perfectly wet and sticky, strings of saliva trailing between the pair.
You can feel yourself yearning to be involved somehow, to be pressed between them. You want to be both of them. You want to feel the grip of his hand around your neck like it is on hers, the subtle display of dominance making your pulse race. But you also want that dominance rattling through your bones. You want to overpower her and let her know who owns who.
The bartender slamming your glass on the bar in from of you pulls you out of the trance you were in, and you already feel a flush covering your cheeks. The heat spreads down your neck and chest, a pretty pink haze covering every piece of your skin. Fucking hell, you hope they didn't notice the way you were gawking at them.
They did, of course.
You start gulping down your drink, needing whatever liquid courage you can get right now. The man grabs your glass to stop you, gripping the base forcefully, “Woah, slow down there, love. Dont want you drinking too much tonight.”
You eye him suspiciously and place the glass down, “no? Why’s that?” You smirk over at the pair of them, tracing the rim of your cup with your ring finger. The girl bites her lips, leaving you completely entranced by the view of them both in front of you.
The throaty laugh from the man in front of you pulls you back once again, and you can see in his eyes that he knows you want her. And that you want him to.
“Well, not to be a cliche,” she starts, tracing your body with her eyes shamelessly, lingering as long as she pleases, “but we saw you across the bar and thought you were beautiful” She finished her sentence with a smirk and a lick of her lips. 
You can see the man's hands tense again, pulling her in even closer to his side. The light dances over her exposed legs as she slides into his lap without a second thought, draping herself over him. You can't help but follow the line of her legs all the way up, your eyes catch at the highest slither of skin, and you imagine that if she moved her leg ever so slightly you would be able to see what underwear she was wearing.
But based on how tight her dress was and the lack of panty lines, you would guess the answer is none.
You snort out a laugh at her wording, fanning yourself as the heat of the club begins to get to you, "This is starting to sound like the start of a shit porno”
You gulp down the remainder of your drink and hold eye contact with the man as you do, and you revel in the way his irises darken even further at your teasing actions. You know you couldn't keep up this faux-dominant act much longer, but his reactions were too tantalising to stop. The way his shoulder tensed and his pupils blew out.
You could see his chest shake with laughter every time you pretended to be in control. He could see right fucking through you.
“We were hoping it would end up being more like a good porno,” he drawls out, “if you agree to come home with us, that is” You follow his hand as it runs through his hair, before dropping to his wine glass and wrapping around it.
You can see the glimmer of a tattoo poking out of his sleeve, and you find yourself yearning to know if he has any more. Or if his pretty girlfriend does. Maybe you could trace each one with your tongue, holding eye contact with them as you did.
You know you should mull this over more, make them work for it. But honestly, any fight you might have put up disappeared about 3 months ago.
“Call a cab then, let's go have a little fun” 
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The poor cab driver is trying his best to keep his eyes on the road, but he can't help but flick them up to the rearview mirror every once in a while to catch the movie playing out behind him. 
You’re sitting in between the two of them, Matty's lips are hot against your neck, licking and sucking every piece of exposed skin. He kisses over the lipstick stains left by Scarlett, smiling as he thinks about sharing you between them. Your face is stained with smudged red as her lips work fervently against yours. The taste of her is almost overtaking your senses. The sweet strawberry flavour fills your mouth.
You only learnt their names when you were desperately kissing Matty outside the club, and you heard Scarlett groan it from behind you. Was it kind of slutty to agree to a threesome before you knew either of their names? Maybe, but you never claimed to not be a slut.
Matty works diligently behind your ear, sucking a deep purple hickey into your soft skin. You moan wantonly at the sensation, and you can feel the smirk on Scarlett's lips at your needy noises. Matty pulls from your neck and twists your head away from Scarlett, pushing his lips against yours harshly and licking inside your mouth.
He snaps away with a heaving chest and smirks over to his girlfriend, “Can fucking taste you on her tongue. Do you like that angel? I can already tell she’s been all over you” You whimper needily, nodding desperately at Matty and pulling his curls, craving his lips back on yours.
Scarlett's hands slide over your chest, palming your boobs and thumbing over your nipples through the thin mesh of your shirt. The scratch of the fabric against your sensitive skin was dizzying, and you had to fight every urge to fall back into her and moan helplessly.
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you both stumbled into the house messily, following Matty's every command. Which led you here, kneeling on the bed in front of him, panting, staring at Scarlett with lust-blown eyes.
“Put on a little performance for me ladies, c'mon” Matty demands, sitting back against the pillows and watching you both wordlessly, his eyes growing dark at the scene playing out in front of him.
Scarlett peels off her poor excuse for a dress, and you watch with wide eyes, tracing over every inch of her body. She tugs at your clothes, and you follow her silent order, ripping off your tiny skirt and flimsy shirt quickly. 
You see her hold in a moan at the sight of you just in your panties, her teeth scraping over her lips as she hungrily eyes you over. Your shirt looked bad with a bra, so you decided to forgo one tonight, much to her delight.
She surges forward and pushes you onto the bed below, hovering over you with dark eyes before kissing your neck hungrily, marking you wherever she can reach. With featherlight kisses, she begins moving down your body, flicking her eyes up to you and grinning at the blissed-out look on your face.
Matty hisses as he palms himself over his jeans, the pressure of the heavy fabric against his hard cock was making his head hazy. But he kept teasing himself, watching as his girlfriend began to make her way down your exposed chest. Every new patch of skin was explored, tracing it with her tongue and mouthing over you, nipping and soothing as she moved. 
Breathy moans leave your lips at the sensation of her mouth on your skin, the way her hot breath dances over you . Goosebumps arise all over your body. The heat was pulsing in your veins, and it kept growing hotter the further down she moved. Her heavy breathing over your clothed core made you feel as if you were burning from the inside out. 
Scarlett flicked her eyes up to Matty and wordlessly asked his permission. After a hasty nod, she grabbed the string of your panties with her teeth and began tugging them down your shaking thighs. Your jaw dropped as you watched the vision in front of you, thoughtlessly you lifted your hips to help her drag your underwear off you. 
The cold air against your wet cunt made you gasp, your slick spreading over your inner thighs as you writhed helplessly. With a heavy smirk, Scarlett came crawling back up the bed, gripping your knees and ripping your legs apart, you saw her eyes grow darker at the sight of you all spread out for her. 
“Such a pretty pussy, can I taste?” you open your mouth to answer, but before you can get a word out you hear Matty’s voice all around you,
“Go on baby, let me see you eat her”
You feel Matty moving behind you as Scarlett edges closer to your core, pressing wet kisses up your thighs, tasting the slick spread over them. You open your eyes to Matty looming over you, his eyelids heavy, and his chest heaving. 
His once perfectly manicured curls are now frazzled from your hands running through them, pulling and revelling in the grunts that were ripped from his throat. His neck was already blooming with purple hickies, scratches framing them perfectly from Scarlett's hands desperately pawing at him.
Scarlett finally puts her mouth on you, licking a broad stripe up your pussy before sucking your clit harshly, moaning desperately at the taste of you, as if she would die without you filling her senses.
She mouthed at you like you were a delicate fruit, spreading your lips with her tongue and tasting every inch she could. Your slick was dripping down her chin, like juice from a peach. She burrowed herself deeper in your pussy, flicking her tongue over your clit and teasing it with the tip.
Just as Scarlett begins her assault on your cunt, Matty crashes his lips onto yours, moving harshly and licking needily at the seam of your closed mouth. He bites down on your bottom lip gently, causing a gasp to fall from your mouth.
Matty seizes the opportunity to shove his tongue inside, smirking at the feeling of you meeting him and tangling them together. He pulls back, panting, trying to catch what little breath he has. When you finally open your eyes again, he can barely see the colour of them, black pupils overtaking every inch. 
The fog surrounding you made you feel like you were underwater. All you could hear was your muffled groans and deliciously wet and sticky noses from Scarlett between your legs. Matty pulled your attention back with a cruel laugh as he brought his thumb up to your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open delicately. 
You watch as spit falls from his lips, the light catching it as it drops into your waiting mouth. A loud cry falls rips out of your chest as you swallow diligently, and Matty growls as he slams his lips back against yours, chasing the taste of himself.
Scarlett continues to devour you with a sly smirk on her face, listening to your cries muffled by Matty’s lips. He can feel the vibrations of every pretty noise you make. Part of him wants to separate so he can hear your cries, but he can't bring himself to pull away from your waiting mouth.
Eventually, his lack of oxygen means Matty drags himself away from you again, strings of spit spreading between you gleaming in the light. Matty’s lips were puffy and ruby-red from your harsh kisses. They pulled into a familiar smile as he flicked his eyes down to his girlfriend between your thighs. 
She holds his eye contact, and you can feel her smile against your core. They ignore you as they stare at each other, treating you as if you're simply there as a toy for their pleasure.
“Does that feel good, angel?” Matty asks teasingly. Just as you whimper out a response, he moves his hands down your chest, pulling and teasing your nipples. You cry weakly, squirming at the onslaught of sensations on your pebbled skin. 
The whites of your eyes are all matty can see as you whimper and moan, your jaw drops as he tugs at your tits, and it shakes as he soothes them with his palms 
Scarlett continues to consume you, fucking you with her tongue mercilessly, your sopping hole welcoming her hungrily. Each motion brought you closer to the edge, and Matty could tell by your hazy eyes and wrecked moans. But he didn't want you to cum just yet, he needed to drag this out a little longer.
With a harsh tug, he drags Scarlett out from between your thighs, a garbled moan leaves her lips, and Matty can see your wetness covering the bottom half of her face. 
You cry at the loss of sensation, but any complaints leave you when you see the image in front of you. Scarlett’s hair was a mess from your hands pulling at it needily, her eyes were hooded and you could see the remnants of her lipstick smudged over her cheeks and chin, the Ruby-woo framing her mouth beautifully.
Matty grunts at the sight and pulls her in roughly, desperately licking in her mouth and devouring her, chasing the taste of you. The musky taste fills his mouth, and they both moan needily, your slick spreading over their faces as they move their mouths together. 
You lay there helplessly as they made out above you, entranced by how fucking filthy they looked. Any orgasm that was building within you was quickly fading but you couldn't care less as you watched them in awe.
With a filthy smirk, Matty pulls away from her, flicking his eyes down to you before his grin grows even more. “Get on your hands and knees,” he orders, clicking his fingers at you. Laughing as you immediately begin to scramble, following his every demand.
“Lie down in front of her, she's gonna eat your pretty cunt now, sweetheart” Scarlett nods in a haze, moving without a second thought.
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You lap desperately at her clit, teasing it with the tip of your tongue and sucking on it hungrily. A mixture of her slick and your saliva is dripping down your chin, but all you can focus on is fucking her with your tongue.
But soon your focus is ripped away from you as you feel Matty sink into your needy pussy, you feel your walls welcome him easily, pulsing around his shaft.
Matty stands behind you and smooths his hands over your ass, watching the skin pull under his palms as he pounds into you. Jckhammering his hips as he stares in awe, studying how you desperately mouth at his girlfriend's pussy.
Every swirl of your tongue drives you crazier, the distinctly sweet taste overtakes your senses, and you can't help but eat her out like a woman starved.
The pleading whimpers falling from your lips are muffled by Scarlett's pussy, she feels the vibrations of your begging against her. With each moment the coil in her stomach is only winding tighter and tighter.
She cracked her eyes open to take in the scene in front of her, you mouthing at her between her legs and Matty pumping into you with a merciless rhythm. Part of her wishes Matty was fucking her rather than you, but she soon forgets that when you bury your tongue as deep as you can into her hole and lick her walls, chasing her g-spot greedily. She kicks her legs helplessly at the feeling, ecstasy bubbling in her gut.
Your eyes are closed in bliss as shockwaves rattle through you. Electricity is running through your veins with every thrust. You can tell you’re already nearing the edge, Scarlett's mouth having already brought you so close only minutes earlier. Warning bells go off in your head telling you to warn Matty, but the combination of his deep thrusts and her delicious cunt was dizzying, making it impossible for you to pull away.
If you didn't know better you'd think Matty was in your fucking guts, every thrust feels deeper than the last. He's brutally pumping into you, not giving you any rest before pressing himself as deep as he can inside you.
Somehow, he finds that spot inside of you with each roll of his hips, causing stars to dance across your vision whenever he buries himself inside you to the hilt. You can hear his animalistic grunts behind you every time your warm walls welcome him inside.
Beads of sweat drip from his neck down his chest pooling in his collarbones as he ruts into you, and he can feel your racing pulse in your pussy.
“That feel good angel? You like it when I fuck you this? So. Fucking. Deep.” he punctuates each word with a hard thrust, skin slapping skin and moans are all you can hear in the room, cutting through the thick, hazy air.
Scarlett feels your moans get more are more needy against her she knows you're nearing the edge. The fire pooling in your abdomen is growing too hot to ignore.
Only you can't bring yourself to pull away from her delicious nectar, moaning as you continue to eat her out furiously. Not letting her have a moment of peace, swapping between fucking her hole with your tongue and sucking on her puffy clit. Your fingers grip her thighs tightly, sliding your hands up her legs to pull apart her folds so you can drive further into her cunt. 
“She’s- f-fuck. Little slut’s about to cum. I can fucking feel her- ugh- her desperate fucking whines against my cunt.” Scarlett can't help the cry that falls from her lips when she finishes speaking, her words only driving you harder.
Matty laughs cruelly at you both, ripping his hands away from his tight grip on your hips to clasp the back of your head.
“Oh yeah? Is that right angel? You have to make her cum first before you can, sweet girl. C’mon, make her cum all over your pretty face” Matty pushes your head further into her overstimulated cunt, making you both whine and cry out powerlessly. 
Scarlett’s words seemingly do the same thing for Matty that they did to you, and you can feel his speed up even more, sinking into you feverishly. The tip of his dick massages your walls as he fucks you.
The burning in Matty's thighs is nothing but an afterthought, all he can focus on is making you feel so good that you can't help but make Scarlett cum. He wants to watch her fall apart in front of him whilst he pumps another girl full of his cum. “You're such a slut, letting us use you like a fucking sex toy. Just here for our- shit- our amusement.” he laughs wickedly at his words, and at the muffled whimper he hears from you afterwards.
Maybe it's Matty’s words or the way your tongue is driving into her mercilessly, but Scarlett finally feels the rubber band inside of her snap. With a shout, she squirts all over your face, covering you and the sheets below in her juices.
She would swear on whatever God there might be that she's never felt this fucking good, every nerve ending is on fire and she can feel a tingle from her toes all the way up to her scalp. Her legs kick helplessly as the sensation continues, dragging on for what feels like forever. 
As soon as you feel her release on your face, you can help cumming. Crying into her cunt as you fall apart around Matty’s cock. You're practically convulsing at the feeling, especially when Matty continues to fuck into you with abandon.
But you can’t pull yourself away from Scarlett, so you understand the primal need to keep going. You can feel your pulse in your head, racing as Matty continues to pound into you, the sound of your pumping blood swirling in your ears.
Matty groans and throws his head back. Your wet walls pulsing around him were almost enough to push him over the edge. But Scarlett yanking you by your hair off of her pussy and moving down until she was licking her juices off your face, all whilst holding eye contact with Matty, was the final fucking straw.
With a heavy grunt, Matty empties himself inside of you, each pulse of your walls around him milking his cock. Shockwaves gripped his body as Matty continued his shallow thrusts inside you, the slight overstimulation making his vision blur.
With a heaving chest, Matty stops moving, throwing his head back in ecstasy just as the feelings blooming within him start to dissipate. 
Scarlett flops back on the bed unceremoniously, her body aching as she lets out an airy giggle at the absurdity of what just happened. You can't help but join her, breathless giggles falling from your lips, which are only interrupted by a sharp hiss when Matty pulls out of you.
“I know, sorry angel.” Matty pouts as he speaks, but very quickly gets distracted.
“Fuck.” he whispers, watching his cum drip from your weeping hole. The pearly streams of his release fall out of you, leaving milky trails in their wake, decorating your skin beautifully.
“Come over here baby, look how fucking filthy she is” Matty waves Scarlett over and she scrambles up immediately, crawling over the bed to stare at your pussy.
She moans at the sight of her boyfriend's cum dripping out of you, she imagines the taste of him combining with the sweet taste of your cunt from earlier, and the idea makes her mouth water. 
Without a second thought, she leant forward and started lapping at your hole, cleaning you up with her tongue. You cry out at the feeling, gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turn white, and your jaw shakes as the sensations rattle through your bones.  
“Stop,” you protest weakly, “if I cum again i think i'll die” You whimper at the feeling of Scarlett's breathy laugh against you, even the puff of hot air feels like too much.
Thankfully, she pulls away quickly, slotting her mouth against Matty’s, dripping his cum from her tongue onto his as she kisses him. He grunts at the feeling, marvelling at the taste of all three of you in his mouth.
Matty briefly thinks that this night might be one of the hottest things to ever happen to him, but his girlfriend moaning against his lips brings him back to earth.
“I'm so fucking glad I went to the club tonight,” you say as you flop forward onto the blanket, flipping over to see Matty and Scarlett sitting at the end, licking into each other's mouths with abandon.
She pulls away with a filthy smirk, eyeing Matty before turning to you and crawling over, “We are too. Turned out better than a shit porno, no?” she giggles as she quotes your words earlier in the night. You see Matty move his hand and lightly slap her ass, smirking at her weak cry. 
“Cheeky, but true. It was very nice meeting you…��� Matty pauses and in that moment realises he hadn't thought to ask your name this whole night. 
You look up at him with a teasing smirk and shake your head, “Y/n. Thanks for asking, by the way,” you turn your focus to Scarlett, pressing your lips against hers with a light giggle.
“y/n, yes. Meant to ask that.” he says with a smirk, following Scarlett's lead and moving up the bed to meet the two of you.
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newtthetranswriter · 8 months
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Hey hey, just saw your requests were open so I thought why not request for something lolol.
Idk if you write hcs but hcs for Gojo, Geto, Nanami, and Yuta for when they have a crush on someone? 👀
(if there is a character limit then I'm sorry 🥲! Just do Gojo pls 🥲)
Hello anon, I said in my last post I'm new to hcs, but it's good practice, and as of right now there is no character limit, so I'd say four is fine. Also, I haven't written for most of these guys yet so I'm gonna due my best. so, without further ado, enjoy. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT
Gojo
Gojo is very proud of himself, and I feel if he likes someone, he is going to do one of two things.
He will try and impress you by showing off.
he would bring you on missions just to show you how fast he can kill a curse.
if you guys are still students and Geto is still around he would try and get Geto to train with him so he can prove himself by beating his best friend.
If showing off his strength doesn't work, he would either start buying you stuff or just be straight forward.
If you don't get the hint by him buying you random presents each one getting more expensive, he would just straight up tell you he likes you and leave it at that.
Geto
Geto is blunt.
if he has a crush on someone, he'll probably just tell them.
He might spend a little money to get flowers or a card but he'd be straight forward
If in the event he is shy or feels like its not the best time to admit his feelings i feel like he would have one of his curses watching over you
It'd be like a kind of guard for you
he'd try and play it off as being worried about his friend but you know the truth
Nanami
I feel that Nanami is both a gentleman and very straight forward.
He would get flowers maybe chocolates, or some other small gift to show he is being honest.
He is also probably a secret dork and would practice what he was gonna say to you in a mirror just to make sure it's perfect.
When it comes to actually telling you his planning falls apart
He would just kinda freeze and push the flowers and other gifts into your hands mumble an "I like you" before walking away.
Also, he would do everything to make sure Gojo does not find out because it would be relentless teasing.
Yuta
Ok this boy is hella nervous.
He would be the most awkward thing on the planet.
When he's around you he can't help but stumble over his words
He wouldn't have a clue how to tell you.
Your friends would tease him constantly.
Panda would try giving Yuta advice about it but it's not good advice.
Maki would just roll her eyes and call him dumb.
Toge would tease him as much as he can with his limited speech.
I feel like ultimately you would have to tell him you like him before he could admit himself.
He's way to soft and self-deprecating to admit he likes someone first.
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dangopango00 · 2 months
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ABYSS RAZOR CRUSH HCS BC IF I DONT GET SOME CONTENT I WILL DIE
Abyss Razor x gn reader
Prompt: yall r madly in love he has a crush on youuu (boyfail situationship hcs more like tbh)
A/N: sorry if this is rambly i cant live like this i keep rereading the same 4 or 5 posts over and over again ive been waiting for like a year and im getting teased with the tip PLEASEEE WRITE HIM 😭😭🤞 i cant ever escape the ‘nobodys fave but mine’ curse help
Ily losermen
Ily high ponytail men
Ily abyss razor
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more utc
- Im gonna jump he is so kewt. Idek what to say im just ill
- You’d probably often compliment his eyes and you have this image that hes so calm and collected— which he is! But! Not with you! So every conversation with you is him just fighting for his life trying to look cool and not implode at the same time
- ^^^ THIS is one thing. But what really gets him falling for you is when you get a bit closer and have a talk with him, telling him in no uncertain terms that he’ll always have someone to return to if others are cruel because you won’t be leaving him
- Gives you things VERY often, usually little things because hed die if he had to directly give you a gift and then have to explain why, so he shows his affection in little ways like letting you have his best pencils and pens if you need it (lets you keep it too)
- oh he absolutely loses it if he sees you continue to use his pen hes so touched that you’re taking good care of what he gives you it shows that it means a lot to you and that he means a lot to you
- The only actual gift he gives you during this stage are things he has an excuse for like origami (idk why but i feel like he makes cool ass origami) he can just say he made too many so hes giving them away yet you and maybe Abel are the only ones who received some…
- He wants so badly to be useful to you he gets so flustered and happy just hearing you say thanks when he answers your question about the assignment or when he lends you his materials
- Immediately stiffens when you make any sort of contact. Dont stop though, he can count the times hes been hugged on one hand
- Speaking of his touch starvation, he’d let you play with his hair and looks forward to it tbh he’d just rather not initiate anything it’s too much for his heart
- If you have him take down his hair and play with it (like braid it or try different hairstyles) he’d feel so content; ofc he’s nervous but at the same time he just feels so at peace as if it’s only you two in the world and all the people who have ever wronged him never existed in the first place
- He’s a little bit delulu, i fear
- He gets so nervous texting and calling you bc what if you tell him ily. No that could never happen. Wait but what if it did— do you see his dilemma?
- He’s a chronic overthinker and in a way its a bit sweet because he used to worry about you randomly saying you didn’t want to be friends with him but now he wouldn’t even consider that possibility; it just no longer enters his mind
- He’d also find himself drifting off, losing himself in thought and end up daydreaming about if you two were in a relationship
- It’s very innocent, it’s just you two being cute and going places together while holding hands and such until it drifts even further to imagining you two kissing
- His face is on fire and he has to stop thinking NOW but hes in too deep hes imagining kissing ice cream off the side of your mouth and other cliches like that it’s so over
- Abel wondering wth is wrong with his right hand; all he said was that he was going to make mother happy by doing his homework today meanwhile Abyss can no longer be normal
- The kissing is just his guilty pleasure but Abyss constantly imagines holding hands with you like if you walk too close to him his hands will get clammy and his fingertips will get cold because he wants to hold your hand but is scared to initiate it
- God forbid you actually hold his hand even for a second while he’s having his entire internal monologue. He will die. You killed him. How could you?
- He won’t let go though like. Ever . Handholding is his favorite thing 5ever and as soon as he gets a taste he’s hooked
- He likes handholding so much that if you held his hand enough times then one time he’d accidentally grab your hand and initiate for once (immediately gets flustered after but it counts)
- Really really REALLY likes when u trace over his magic lines. Ruins his life everytime and he just melts in your touch; subconsciously leans in and his face softens and EVERYTHING
- Ok i wasn’t gonna say it bc itd probably involve sm sneaking but: Sleepovers. IM JUST SAYING 🤞🤞🤞 I feel like this is where most of the softer moments happen tbh like your roommate being out and you two have a sleepover
- I think this is where the playing with his hair and tracing the lines on his face would happen if not this then when you’re bored in class
- Not a fan of PDA even if ur not dating so he does play with your hair but usually during the sleepovers if you’ll allow him (not quite trying new hairstyles like you do but letting it fall through his fingers, running his hands through it or just rubbing the ends with his fingers to feel how soft it is)
- If you are bald he would slightly hold the back of your head and rub your temples with his thumb to help you relax
- Idk ik i just went on about how hes a loser but I feel like when it comes to affection relating to hair or like anything not affectionate in a cliche sense he doesn’t really pay attention and does it without thinking; only realizes its too affectionate if you point it out (please do not, he feels very comfortable right now. He will stop and never do it again if you point it out)
- You have a lot of deep talks and give him encouraging words during sleepovers tbh it just gives you both time to just… enjoy each other uninterrupted
- Sometimes instinctually distances himself from you because you make his heart do somersaults and his head feels like it’ll explode around you though he doesn’t last long, he needs you with him everyday atp 😭
- Although the above is true, sometimes he gets clingy ish (just by your side all the time) and protective over you even knowing you aren’t his
A/N: a ridonkulous amount of these r based on things ive done erm. Ok. Ig next thing i should write is him with an equally loser gf i def fit the bill LOL
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♡ Character : Neteyam x reader
♡ Request : Could you write about neteyam dating a human s/o? How he adores her human features, especially the height difference. Same goes with the reader, she fascinates his little ears and idk but maybe how his tail wags around like a dog when he sees her ABSIDGJASD THAT SOUNDED WEIRD BUT BASICALLY ALL I WANT IS FLUFF 😭😭 Hopefully that makes sense 😅 @justcallmesky
♡ Genre : Fluff
♡ A/N : Heeyyy, sorry again if I take time to write, I try to do my best and be completely satisfied with my work before posting but it’s always difficult, I hope you like what I wrote. English is not the language I speak be indulgent please 🫶🏻
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“Can…can I touch your face ?”
The sudden and hesitant request of Neteyam made you look up in his direction.
“You want…to touch my face ?”
You where looking at him with wide eyes, your finger pointing to yourself and mouth slowly agape. Feeling your eyes on him, Neteyam lowered his head, not wanting to show how embarrassed he was.
To be honest, you were rather surprised by his request. He had never asked you to touch your face, it was a simple request and yet you couldn't do anything about the fact that you were embarrassed. Apparently, he took your silence for a negative answer.
“I understand that you don’t want to. I just…Well…it’s been a while since we’ve been together and…I wondered…” He whispered so quietly, making you forgot for an instant about your insecurities. How could you say no to him?
You got up, crossing the room where there was air that you could breathe, you positioned yourself in front of the boy you loved. A smile appeared on his face.
“Of course you can. But why this request ?”
The eldest of the Sully family suddenly seemed embarrassed by this question, fleeing your gaze.
“It’s that..”
Slowly, his hand came into contact with your (h/c) hair, placing a lock at the back of your little ear. You didn’t let go of his eyes.
“Your eyes on me makes me nervous.”
“Oh, sorry! I-”
“No, don’t look away, that’s not what I meant. I like it when you look at me... I find your eyes beautiful.”
For him, your eyes contained in them a galaxy, your tears seemed to be pearled with stars, in any case, even if they seem beautiful in his thoughts, Neteyam will never let them flow.
You blush slightly at this remark, making the boy smile. This did not prevent you from speaking.
“Do you know what I like about you Nete ?” You asked, receiving only an eyebrow raise from him “What looks like freckles on your face.”
You pointed to the white dotted lines that used to light up in the dark.
“I find it beautiful, it’s like I was watching a starry night, but on a face” you laughed at the end of the sentence.
He smiled at your sweet laugh, looking at you with adoration. Your voice resounded like a sweet poem that would be told to children, surely this one in particular who cast a spell of love on him when you met him.
“Your ears are also very cute, it looks like a cat, but your tail reminds me of a dog” especially when you move it when you are happy, you thought for yourself.
“I have... no idea what it looks like.”
“Buuuttt.. I showed you pictures last time !”
Neteyam seemed embarrassed, not remembering it anymore.
“Ahh it’s okay, I’ll show you back another day.”
You put your hands on his cheeks that you loved so much, forcing him a little to lean forward so that you could see him better. When you directly threatened his personal space, the tip of his nose and ears began to heat up without permission, as if he were immersed in a cloud dream, softened by your delicacy. To have even more physical contact, the boy had to hold your hands with his own, caressing the top with his thumb, notifying how pleasant the fabric of your skin was.
“So, why did you want to touch my face ?” You asked again.
“I just wanted to feel the face of the women I love…” he replied, earning a smile from you.
“And do you like it ?”
You asked, surprising him.
“Of course ! Your face is as kind as your heart…” he said sincerely.
Seeing you smile with a radiance that even the sun would wear glasses, the Na’vi smiled in turn, so much his happiness could be felt that one could believe that his teeth emitted light. He let you get closer to his face, everything was going so fast that he did not hit the moment, and here he is with a kiss on the nose of the girl he loves.
“Do you know what I prefer most about you (y/n) ?”
You shook your head negatively, confused. He moistened his lips, and then observed yours. His fingers slipped to your chin, as if they were trying to find their way on your face, which was an enigma on its own. A small gesture of hesitation was understood on his head, then, a gentle pressure from his hand brought your two faces closer, attracting them dangerously.
The contact of your lips was soft, similar to that of the look that could be worn on the moon. With the joints joined, the kiss was no longer than the duration of the shooting star, and like the shooting stars, it offered him an incredible feeling of luck.
“Everything in you seems straight out of a dream. Nga yawne lu oer.”
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auras-moonstone · 8 months
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heyyy idk if you like take requests at this time but can i req an ethan fic with the concept of better than revenge by tay like y/n is dating ethan and someone stole him and like shes planning revenge and like raging and that kinda stuff? tysmmm and your writing is so *chefs kiss* take ur time also mwa
hiii omg thank you for this!! i LOVE better than revenge and i think your idea is so cool, hope you like what i came up with <3 !
better than revenge — ethan landry
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word count: 1,468
pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader
summary: y/n founds out why rebekah took an interest in ethan and plans her revenge.
based on: better than revenge by taylor swift
author’s note: today i started classes again so i don’t know how often will i be able to post. they have already assigned me a novel to read and analyse. i want to die😫
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SUMMER HAD BEEN THE SEASON THAT BROUGHT ETHAN AND Y/N TOGETHER. Quinn, Ethan’s sister, had introduced them and they instantly clicked. Because of his shyness and lack of experience with girls, she had been the one who made the first step. And they had dated for two amazing months. Until Rebekah came along, got him alone and it was the downfall of their relationship.
“What do you mean he broke up with you? That asshole!” Quinn said in anger.
Y/N sighed. “It’s her, Quinn. She’s taking advantage of him, I know it”.
“Rebekah being interested in my brother was not something I saw coming”
“Me neither, I wouldn’t have suspected it” Y/N frowned, hitting the pillow with anger. “It’s weird, and sudden”.
“Are they together?” Quinn asked.
Y/N shook her head. “No. He told me he likes me but he is confused, and he needs time to clear his feelings up. He said it wasn’t fair for me to be in a relationship when there are doubts in his mind” the girl was gripping a teddy bear with force.
“There are these rumours…” Quinn started, and Y/N looked at her expectedly “Rebekah secretly dates guys to pass the subjects. Makes them do her homework, summaries she can use to cheat on exams”
“Wait, she’s about to fail Econ. And Ethan never got anything lower than an A” Y/N realized. “Do you think she’s…”
“I think so” Quinn frowned “That bitch is using my brother to pass Econ”.
Y/N clenched her jaw “She’s so gonna pay for this. She underestimated who she was stealing from”
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“HEY, Y/N/N” Ethan said shyly, sitting next to her on the bench while she ate her lunch.
“Hey, Eth” she smiled sweetly. Even though the pain was beating on her like a drum, Y/N still wanted to be around him, even if it was as his friend. Besides, she could never get mad at Ethan.
“Do you mind if I eat with you?” he asked.
“You are always invited to eat with me” Y/N answered, making him blush. “What are all these books?” Ethan shifted uncomfortable in his seat, and Y/N understood immediately. “They are Rebekah’s”.
“Yeah… I’m sorry, Y/N/N”
“You don’t need to apologize” she reassured him, although the thought of them together made her heart break “Just… don’t let her treat you like your lap dog, okay?”
“She’s not. She just needed to do something and asked me if I could carry them” Ethan said.
“Okay, if you say so” Y/N nodded, not convinced at all.
“Y/N…” he looked at her, regret filling those puppy brown eyes Y/N loved so much.
“No, Eth. You don’t have to explain anything. Not anymore” Y/N sent him a weak smile.
This statement created a knot in Ethan’s throat. He missed Y/N very much, but he also knew he was attracted to Rebekah. He needed to figure his feelings out.
“What are you talking about?” said the annoying voice of the girl who got between them.
“Nothing” Y/N brushed it off.
“Okay” she said in a over-friendly tone. She was trying so hard to act nice. “Eth, can you help me with my Econ assignment?” she asked, putting a hand on his bicep and batting her eyelashes at him. God, Y/N hated her and her stupid vintage dresses so much.
Ethan gulped, she made him nervous. And Rebekah subtly smirked at Y/N. “You haven’t done it yet? It’s for today”
“I tried, I just don’t understand it” she said in a fake saddened voice.
“Have you tried asking the teacher? You know, he’s there for something” Y/N said, acting as if she really wanted to help her. But it takes an actress to know one, so Rebekah just glared at her.
“I can’t right now. I’m having lunch with Y/N/N” Ethan said, and Y/N did her best to hide her smile of victory. “Maybe you should talk to the teacher”.
As much as she hated how Rebekah was taking advantage of Ethan, she needed him to do her homework once more. But this time, Y/N was going to make sure Rebekah doesn’t get away with it.
“It’s fine, Eth. We can hang out later”
“Are you sure?” he asked, he really didn’t want her to leave.
“Yes, don’t worry. See you later” she kissed his cheek, making him smile widely, cheeks turning even more red. “Bye, Rebekah, it was so nice meeting you”.
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WHEN REBEKAH SLAMMED Y/N LOCKER WITH ANGER, SHE KNEW HER PLAN HAD WORKED. Y/N showed the fuming girl her best smile, which made the other girl even angrier.
“Hi, Rebekah. Can I help you with something?” she asked innocently.
“Drop the act. You did this, didn’t you?” Rebekah showed her the failing grade.
“Um, no. I believe the professors are the ones who grade our stuff” she replied, explaining as if Rebekah was five years old.
“Don’t act like a saint, and don’t smart talk to me. You told the teacher Ethan did this assignment, and now I’ll have to re-take the entire subject” she spitted in anger. “Why did you do this? Is it because you’re jealous? Because Ethan likes me more than you?”
Y/N finally smirked “Nah, jealousy certainly added fuel to the fire, but the main reason is because I don’t like seeing the people I love being walked over. Ethan is an amazing guy, he deserves so much better than your bullshit and manipulation”.
“Please, that guy is a loser” Rebekah scoffed. “He’s so insecure and attention deprived. I swear I didn’t even have to kiss him, I would just put my hand on his arm and he would do anything I asked. How pathetic”
“If he’s pathetic, then how should you be described? I mean, asking guys to do your work for you on every subject because your little brain is not capable of even comprehending one subject? Now, that is pathetic”
“Did you just call me pathetic?” Rebekah pushed her harshly against the lockers.
“Yup. Add ex-swim team captain to the list” Y/N said.
“What do you mean?” Rebekah asked appalled.
“Oh, you don’t know? My god, this keeps getting better. My dear Rebekah, it’s with great sadness I inform you that if you re-take a subject you can’t be captain of any team. I’m so sorry!”
“What?!” she screamed.
Y/N smiled, enjoying the scene in front of her “Do you still feel like you know what you’re doing? I don’t think you do”
“You’re a bitch” the mad woman said between gritted teeth.
“Mm, no. I’m actually pretty nice, but you played with Ethan as if he was a toy. You have no dignity, and this is me teaching you not to push people down to get you where you want to go.”
“I’m going to tell Ethan what you did” Rebekah warned me.
“No body, no crime, Rebekah. You can’t prove it” Y/N smirked.
The unhinged girl turned around and smiled when he saw the nerdy boy leaning against the locker “I think I don’t have to prove anything. He heard it on his own”.
Y/N looked in that direction and her face fell. She tried to tell herself that, even if Ethan got mad at her for sticking her nose in his life, at least he won’t be Rebekah’s puppet anymore.
“You did that? You snitched on Rebekah?” Ethan asked, he didn’t seem mad.
“Yes” Y/N admitted. “How much did you hear?”
“Everything” the boy laughed. “Thank you”
Both girls stared at him in surprise. “Ethan, she handed me in!”
“You deserve it. You know, I should’ve known it was all an act” Ethan looked at Rebekah, there wasn’t any hint of sadness in his voice. Then, he looked at his ex-girlfriend and his eyes got glossy. He had never regretted something so bad “I’m sorry it took me that long to realize, Y/N/N. I love you”
Y/N smiled “I love you too”
“Do you forgive me?” Ethan asked hopeful, Y/N nodded.
“You two are ridiculous” Rebekah scoffed.
“Whatever, Rebekah. Enjoy seeing the swimming team compete without you” Y/N threw a fake smile at her, and then the girl left them alone, throwing curses as she walked away.
“When you left us alone the other day at the bench… I thought you had already moved on from me” Ethan confessed, as he hid his face on Y/N’s neck. “Not that I don’t deserve it”
“No! I so wanted to punch her in the face for using you, but I needed you to do her homework so I could turn her in” she explained.
Ethan laughed “You’re good”
“There’s nothing I do better than revenge” Y/N joked.
“I can think of a few things…”
Y/N blushed at the suggestion “Janitor’s closet. Now”
“God, I missed you” Ethan kissed her roughly as he led her to the closet.
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agustdef · 9 months
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Will You
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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Black!Reader
Genre: Fluff; Idol AU/Idolverse
Word Count: 3k
Warning: Light Language
Rating: PG-13
Beta Reader: @hobeemin
A/N: This was due to idk and I have so many ideas that I simply didn’t write a ff that ended up posted for much too long. So here’s to hoping to finishing these ideas.
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“And without further ado, I am more than happy to introduce you to our keynote speaker Ms. YN LN.”
Clapping fills the room, and Jungkook joins in a beat late. His mind wandered as he’d listened to the other speakers for almost an hour. They’d all had interesting things to say, but something about being in a room with all these people with a person at a podium felt too much like school. Plus, a few of them seemed just to enjoy hearing themselves talk.
He refused to admit that to YN, though.
His beautiful girlfriend tried to give him an out when he said he’d come with her for this event. Told him how boring it would be and that she didn’t mind if he just did something else until she was done. Of course, he pushed for it, and she relented with one final warning about how he’d be bored as hell. To a degree, he’d known that going into it, but he wanted to support her. And to see her in her element.
Though they both work in the same industry, they’re on different ends of it. Jungkook as an artist and occasional writer, while YN worked legal. Their first encounter was when an American artist friend of his invited her out to dinner as a thank you for helping him with a contract issue with his label. They’d made him promises and tried to backtrack when it was time for the new contract. YN worked at a firm that specialized in that kind of thing, though they usually worked with smaller artists. His friend had been her big break, bringing in business and a promotion.
Of course, Jungkook was too much of a punk to ask her for her number at that meeting. He was too nervous about if it was forward, and he didn’t want to mess with the mostly professional nature of the event. But he got her card, and that was enough.
Until they kept bumping into each other at the more business-like industry events. Well, half bumping into each other and the other half him hunting down her name on programs and making sure to show up to those panels or events. It made him feel like a little bit of a stalker, but to combat that, he finally got his shit together and asked her out after running into her at a restaurant. 
Grateful to not be turned down was an understatement.
As they got to know each other, he felt himself fall hard and fast. She was perfect. Not in how one thinks when they hear the word, but in how that worked for him. That made their relationship work through the lows as well as the highs. 
I love you slipped out of his mouth five months in. 
If that didn’t explain why he put himself through this boredom, nothing, else would at least not in a way that made sense. His members still sometimes looked at him crazy with how he felt about her and how he could only sometimes find the words to explain it in a coherent way.
“I promise to try not making this too boring for y’all. I can not, however promise it won’t be boring at all. My line of work has to have some pitfalls besides all that paperwork,” YN joked.
The entire room laughs. It’s not the funniest thing in the world, but the way she delivers it and the energy she exudes as a person gets to people. It’s why Jungkook lets out a laugh that’s a little too loud and draws the attention of those around him. And of YN, though she doesn’t look his way to make that clear. He just nose from the way she pauses for a second longer, and her smile widens. 
Embarrassed isn’t even the right word for him at the moment. Part of him wants to flee the room, but he stays in his seat. It helps that anyone who side eyes him switches to being shocked to see him there. Being identified as a member of BTS is what he can handle; being embarrassed is not, despite what his variety show content and the lives over the years might suggest.
To let the feeling pass, he focused on the stage. Well, on YN.
“For those who don’t know me, I’m YN LN, and I've been working at Heights Law for the last six or seven years,. We specialize in fair contracts for indie artists. From things with their label to tours, merchandise, the people they hire, and even contracts between members if it’s a group. About thirty-five percent of those we work with don’t even have a label they’re signed to and don’t want to. And then about twenty percent of our clients are more mainstream artists looking for the same services.
We don’t work with any sort of label because we feel it ties us to worrying too much about keeping on their good side when trying to figure things out. And while we are not on a mission to do anything that would be, for the lack of a better word, line crossing with the people we are trying to get to sign the contracts, our clients come first. That’s made us stand out in a way y’all may have heard about a time or two. I’d like to personally apologize for making you sit through articles about a certain label trying to screw over up and coming artist Minx and all the weird things that were honestly not so weird about her tour rider.”
Again laughter, but with some whispers and grumbles thrown in. That entire situation had everyone in the industry confused as hell, and for the last few months, they thought Minx was trying to be greedy until everything was settled and it was shown that all her asks weren’t as crazy as they’d seemed. Even Jungkook found himself looking at YN like she’d lost it with every new bit of information that was released. He’d asked her about it, but she gave him a look, and he had to wait out the outcome like everyone else. 
“And for this, I think Minx is the perfect situation to discuss. I mean, when else will you see how things can go when a former lawyer turned pop star wants to sign with the label she used to work for but knows all their tricks.”
That was all it took to have people enthralled. After everything settled, everyone still had a million questions about it, but they were still waiting for someone at the firm to answer them. Jungkook had the fortune of dating YN around the time, so he got her to tell him, and Minx had invited them somewhere and told him more. So, he knew everything.
Which meant he could just stare at her. He didn’t think of himself as the type to be much of a creepy person, even if him trying to run into her wasn’t a clear indication of that. That and that looking at her was one of his favorite pastimes. 
YNs cute.
He would and did use a million words to describe her. But the first thought in his brain when he saw her was how cute she was, and he felt his heart triple in size from that alone. Her genuine smile and soft features do a lot to counteract the fact that she’s only an inch shorter than me, which throws people off when they meet her and had only seen her face before.
Those legs of hers, when she wears heels, drive Jungkook absolutely feral. And he has to fight off the thought of them as his mind spirals. He focused instead on the light tint of pink pushing through the brown skin because of all the bright lighting, the way there’s a stray piece of hair not as curly as the rest that she swears isn’t from heat damage, and she can fix, the soft red of her lips, and the way every part of her body seems light and open as she talks about a subject she loves. A look he’s familiar with and is how he knows she looks at him. 
More than anything, Jungkook is sure that YN loves him as much as he loves her, and like a revelation, he knows how much that is. How much space that love takes up in him, to the point that sometimes it feels like it’s overflowing. Right now, it feels like it’s overflowing.
“Questions?”
That one word pulls him out of his head, but he looks at YN with a clarity he didn’t have a few minutes ago, let alone a few hours ago.
Someone clears their throat, but his eyes don’t leave her.
“Why not just go with what the label wanted? I mean, sure, Minx had the background, but that shouldn’t make her any different than any other artist. Should she not be thankful to get into the place twice on different sides of it?”
There was agreement in the crowd, but it died out quickly with everyone else's quietness drop quiet.
Despite the shift in vibes, there’s a smile on YN’s face. 
“Why do you think that? Is it because others don’t have that same knowledge? I can see how that could be seen as unfair because it is. But because she has the background,, she used it to help herself best,, which made it so we could best help her and those in the future. However, I can assure you that they changed their contract language a lot since then. Height and many other firms who deal with them and this kind of thing all saw a shift for the better and for the worst with them. So, while you may wonder why Minx didn’t simply take what she should be lucky to have gotten from them, I hope you’re settled by the fact that unless the rare thing happens. Someone else does the same thing, no one else will be able to give the insight on how to best make the next contract work for the client in the way she did.”
The response is assertive, sarcastic, and professionally annoyed. It doesn’t leave room for anyone to say anything that doesn’t make them look any more like an ass. But the man at the podium opens his mouth a few times to try and figure out what to say. In the end, he walks away from the mic with his head down. Jungkook is sure that if it weren’t for pride, he would walk out of the room altogether.
“Any more questions,” YN said after a moment.
There’s one that Jungkook has. One he needs answered, but he finds himself glued to his seat.
Several people go up and ask their questions, all of them better than the first one, though some of them toe the line. There are also a few that Jungkook would deem flirting, but they don’t bother him. Not with the thoughts swarming around in his head.
Before he knows it, she answers the last question, and everyone is dismissed. A few linger to talk, but with this day being so packed, everyone wants to rush off to the next talk or event happening.
He sits in the seat for about fifteen minutes before she walks up to him, and when she puts her hand on his shoulder, he looks up at her startled, even though he watched her approach him.
“Ready to go?”
Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes as he stares at her. He feels all over the place, but none of it’s uncertainty or doubt.
“I have a question,” he managed.
“Huh?”
“I have a question. I didn’t get the chance to ask it in there. I was… I’m nervous to ask it, and I couldn’t do it in there.”
YN frowned. “You can always ask me anything, my love. No need to be nervous about it. Plus, I’m sure yours is better than some of the bullshit I get asked in general when it comes to work.”
For a moment, Jungkook says nothing. All he can do is stare at her and try to keep his breathing normal. The latter is the hardest part, but YN takes his hand in hers and squeezes it tight.
Taking a breath, he gets to his feet, takes both of her hands in his, and stares into her eyes. He’s more than sure about what he has to say.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
Question nor answer was said with any hesitation. However, Jungkook could tell that YN was still trying to process what was happening. He was too, but that wasn’t important now.
After a second, Jungkook released one of her hands, and with the other firm in his grasp, he led her out of the room. He hears her ask a question, but it doesn’t fully register in his brain. All his focus is on weaving through the crowd of people and out the door of the convention center. The place isn’t as isolated as some can be, so he walked past the parking lot where his car is and made his way past the hotel they were staying at.
“Where are we going?”
“Jungkook?”
“Jay?”
There’s a loud exhale too, but Jungkook paid it no mind. He’s on a mission. 
“For goodness sake, Kookie.”
YN matches his pace though she’s clearly confused by what the hell is happening. He knew he should say something, but couldn’t find his words just yet, so he kept walking until ten minutes later, they were in front of a popular celebrity-use jewelry store.
A few of the things he bought for himself and others - YN included - were from here, so he had a code that they gave him to get in. The door buzzed them in, and the moment that they walked in, there was a person there and ready to help. Though it might not be obvious to most, it was clear from the knowing smile on the woman’s face she knew what was up. 
Didn’t stop Jungkook from being so flustered, though. 
“Hi. Engagement rings. I mean, we would like to see engagement rings.”
Without a word, she directed them to the back of the store. They followed close behind her, and when they entered the room, she’s taking them to another person is setting down a tray of rings, with others sitting on a cart behind him.
Yeah, she knew.
Once everything is on the table, the man leaves, and they’re directed to sit. The woman who welcomed them stands on the other side of the table.
“This is a collection of all the rings we sell in the store. Though there are others, we can have custom made if what you see in front of you isn’t the right fit or you want a mix of styles. There’s a mix of the traditional sort and the non-traditional. Some are even without diamonds. Please, take your time to look through them and see if something catches your eye.”
Then she’s gone, and all the sound goes with her.
“We’re doing this?”
“You asked me.”
“True.”
Jungkook finally turns and looks at her, and despite all the nerves he’s feeling about if she’ll take it back, there’s a smile on her face. And a lack of anxiety like what’s going through him. Though he can tell, she’s a little thrown off by it all.
“I did. And I want to.”
“Then we better start looking, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
All the tension that was once there leaves the room, and they both turn their attention to the hundreds of rings in front of them. It’s an overwhelming site, but they dive into them. Jungkook tries to get YN to try some on, but she says that she doesn’t want to just yet, so they set them on the empty tray right in front of them. 
Each one feels perfect to Jungkook, but not right. More of the diamond rings that look how he’s used to seeing American engagement rings look like end up on the tray, which isn’t much of a shock with YN’s usual preferences.
A tray marked as morganite is second to last, and Jungkook almost avoids it, but then one ring calls to him. His eyes zone in on it, and he reaches for it just as YN gasps. His neck nearly breaks when he turns to look at her, but the slight pain means nothing as he follows her gaze to the ring he was reaching for.
Without another thought, he picks it up, takes her hand, and slides it into place. Though it’s a little loose, it fits her finger. The oval champagne colored gem is on a white gold band and surrounded on either side with diamonds that fan out, almost like leaves on the stem of a flower. They wrap perfectly around her finger and stop before they reach the palm side. Everything about it is YN. Is them.
“Perfection,” YN whispered.
“Yeah.”
And like the whirlwind that this was, Jungkook was happy to find that they had the same ring, the right size, on the premises, and he paid for it right then and there. It only left YN’s finger so they could clean it, and then it was on again.
They walked out of the room, and both were on a cloud. All those nerves Jungkook felt before were gone, but something else replaced it.
“I guess we have a wedding to plan. I can’t imagine when we’d even have it,” YN said.
“Now.”
Not the least bit startled, she turned to him with a raised brow. 
“Now?”
“I… I don’t know. Maybe?”
Silence sat between them for what felt like forever, and then YN turned her attention back to the jeweler.
“We need to see wedding bands, too,” she said, then turned back to Jungkook. “And you need to start making phone calls.”
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kryptonitejelly · 2 years
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Flyboy (Part 6) | Jake Seresin x Reader  Top Gun: Maverick - Jake Seresin x Reader  Genre: romance; fluff; angst; best friends to lovers Warnings: tw: food / eating (one mention of the phrase ���you are eating too little”); general hangman being hangman; sexual tension; general cursing; will contain mentions of a break up / previous relationship; general use of pet names; fem!reader; pining; general naval / flying inaccuracies; geographical inaccuracies. Length: Mini-series, chaptered - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Epilogue
Summary: Jake gets called back to TOPGUN the same time you’ve been granted a sabbatical from work. He invites you, his purely platonic best friend of years, to live with him for 6 months and you accept. Just two best friends kicking it back for 6 months in San Diego, Fightertown USA, right?
A/N: Well, Part 6 is here……. I don’t know what to say; but I teared writing this at some point, and I am insanely nervous (Idk why) about posting this, so please let me know your thoughts? We still have the Epilogue, so this baby is not done. I have blurbs / one shots / Flyboy asks that will follow - I’m not sure if the taglist wants to be tagged in the blurbs / one shots that are original (i.e. not asks), please let me know?
As usual, THANK YOU ALL <3 for loving Flyboy, I LIVE for your comments, tags, reblogs, and it has been an utmost pleasure reading them. KISSING EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.
Flyboy | Mini-Series Masterlist (If you haven’t already seen them - blurbs and asks (one-shots coming soon) are also listed on the Flyboy masterlist!)
Flyboy - Part 6
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“Sooo,” the sound of Phoenix’s voice catches you off guard, and you jump as you straighten up from the bend you had been in, in your attempt to reach towards the back of Penny’s fridge to grab four bottles of beer, spinning around to face her.
“I didn’t even hear you come in.” You say, and she smiles, almost too sweetly as she helps you shut the fridge grabbing two of the beer bottles you had wedged between the fingers of one hand from you.
“You and Hangman,” she says pointedly, staring intently at you.
“What about it?” You question, trying to be as casual as possible, while you pull open one of Penny’s drawers, searching for a bottle opener.
“Is something going on,” she leans against the counter of the kitchen, forcing you to look directly at her. Truth to be told, you and Jake had hid it pretty well. Perhaps not to Penny, Mav, or any other third party who saw you both together, but to the clueless bunch of Naval Aviators who, despite being the few to spend the most time with you both, had not made much of it.
The physical tells were something they hadn’t made much of to begin with, a sure result of having seen Jake flirt his way through too many women and situations over the years. However, the near fight at The Hard Deck where they had seen him at his most protective ever, pure, white hot rage radiating off him - only for you to dispel it so easily, coupled with the subtle, but sure shifts in Jake’s demeanour, had started to arouse suspicion.
“I’ve never seen him like this before,” she continues.
In all the years since she had known Jake, Phoenix had never seen him this way - more at ease, more open, happier. It wasn’t to say that his personality with the rest of them had changed drastically, Jake Seresin, was still very much Hangman, boisterous, confident, cocky (particularly in the air), always ready for a challenge, to show and tell that he was better than you, and to say whatever the hell he wanted, but he was also different, somehow happier, with the undercurrent of an unobvious calm and peace to him that they could just feel. It was unnerving to say the least, because it wasn’t something they had seen before, were used to, or had ever known Jake to be.
Bob had noticed it first, the Monday after the week Jake had cancelled fried chicken Friday, after days of sharp but silent observation. It had resulted in Bob telling Phoenix, who then told Rooster, who had went on to relay the message collectively to Coyote, Payback and Fanboy. A group decision was made one afternoon by way of a show of open hands or fists, resulting in Phoenix being the chosen messenger to broad the subject with you.
The difference in Jake had managed to be both outwardly noticeable, and yet not, all at the same time. On the surface, Jake was still Jake, swagger in his step when he walked around TOPGUIN, extolling his own virtues, taking little joking digs at all of them when he could, particularly when they were in the air - “C’mon Rooster, thought the chicken finally learnt to fly.” / “Trace, what does the baby on board in your backseat see?” / “Try to keep up Trace.” / “Aaand, the Relic is off the ground, that ladies and gentleman is called a Pete Mitchell” / “Payback? You mean the thing you can’t dish?” - but come dinner, when they had trooped back home and to you, Jake was somehow different.
The comments were still there - “Sorry boys and girls, I know it must be tough trying to match up to me.” / “Like how Trace and her baby on board fumbled today.” / “Thought Bradshaw was trying to hatch some eggs with the amount of time he was nesting.” / “Garcia and Fitch are always just taking it.” - but at the same time, Jake’s smile was wider, genuinely hitting his eyes and making his greens sparkle; his laugh louder, natural with nothing held back; his body language more open, any tension that he held during the day seemingly having melted away.
More importantly, as they had all come to notice, Jake never left you behind - whether it was purposefully falling behind everyone to bring up the rear just so he could fall in step with you; watching you out of the peripherals of his eyes the moment you left his side at The Hard Deck, right up to the moment you returned just to make sure that you weren’t waylaid by unwanted attention; or even the simplest act of making sure your order never got lost among the barrage of orders of the group; or that you were never cut out, lost or disengaged in the conversation when it dragged on to more Navy-orientated topics which you weren’t as familiar with.
Sure, Pheonix and Bob had caught sight of you and Jake running around the compound one Saturday afternoon, with him sprinting ahead in the last stretch in absolute glee, you yelling at him while trying to catch up, leaving you, quite literally, behind and in his dust - but even then, they had seen with his own eyes, Jake Seresin standing at the finish point, eyes fixed solely on you, waiting for you to meet him, as you yelled and protested your way to the end.
You pull the bottle opener out from the drawer, popping open the caps of the bottles in her hands, and then in yours, before dropping it back, and pushing the drawer shut with a hip. You beckon to Phoenix to exit back out into Penny’s backyard with you to rejoin the group and she follows, her question still hanging in between you both.
You step back out into Penny’s backyard, the cool evening air hitting your skin, your eyes meeting briefly with Jake’s as he looks up in the middle of his conversation with Rooster.
“You’ve only seen Hangman before,” you finally say, you both still out of earshot from the group, before you take a few steps towards the table, “now you get to see Jake.”
She opens her mouth to push her question again, determined to draw out a clear answer or confession from you, only for Jake’s voice to cut in above the chatter, making Rooster turn his neck to glance at the both of you as you return.
“Trace, you got that dog with a bone look on your face,” he starts, “do I have to take you out for harassing my girl?” Jake’s voice is loud enough that it carries across the table, pausing the chatter among the group for a second.
You feel your face heat as you hand a beer bottle off to Bob who receives it with a “thanks”, as he exchanges a look with Fanboy who is seated across the rectangle shaped table, before you settle back into the chair flanked by Jake, and Coyote who is waggling an eyebrow at Payback.
You see a smug, triumphant grin on Phoenix’s face, her question finally answered, as she hands one of the bottles to Rooster before sliding back into her seat beside him.
“Finally,” Penny breaks the moment of silence, throwing up her hands at the confirmation of what she knew, but had been waiting for, for the longest time, Amelia grinning wildly beside her.
“Hear, hear.” Mav raises his beer, to which Bob also does, and the group follows, cheers erupting from Penny’s backyard.
The attention makes you groan, and you hide your face in your hands, turning your body into Jake’s. You had talked about it after the other night at The Hard Deck, and had decided that it was time for the rest to know, directly from you both. You can hear the rumble of his own laughter in his chest, Jake clearly unfazed and not the slightest bit embarrassed at the attention, as he snakes an arm around your shoulders, securing you against him. It only makes the cheers louder, with Coyote sending a loud wolf whistle your way.
-
“Uncle Jake!” The roar of a little voice greets you both as you step through the doors and into the lobby of the hotel. You see a small blonde head sprinting at top speed towards you both, barrelling itself into Jake’s arms which had opened just in time to catch him.
“All this excitement just for me?” Jake exclaims back as he swings his nephew, Kyle, around in the air, before squeezing him tightly against his chest, only for the little boy to squirm in delight.
You see Emma, Jake’s older sister approach, her husband, Liam, and toddler Layla, approach.
“Full attire, really, Jake?” She scoffs taking in Jake’s uniform, but clearly teasing, as she takes reaches out to hug you hello, before coming to a stand in front of her brother.
“Not all of us are on vacation,” Jake shoots back as he sets Kyle down on his feet, before the siblings embrace each other, “some of us still have to work.”
“You only wear it for the looks you get,” Emma retorts with a snort, but being well aware that he had just come from work, as Jake and Liam thump each other on the back in a hug, before Liam reaches out to hug you hello as well.
“Well you gotta agree, I look good.” Jake smirks, not missing a beat, while bending to pick Layla off the ground, hoisting her in an arm and tickling her belly, the toddler shrieking with glee. “Can’t deprive the world of all this now, can we?” He coos the question at Layla who only giggles, patting her uncle’s cheek with her hand.
“I don’t know how you put up with him,” she looks at you as you ruffle Kyle’s hair in a hello, the boy beaming up at you, before slipping his hand into yours, tugging you around in a circle in his excitement.
“None of us do,” the familiar voice of grandma Doris interjects as she and Grace Seresin née Walton, walk into view.
“She’s too sweet to be putting up with your brother,” Grace chimes in, with a glance to her son, who just shrugs, a lazy, self-assured smirk plastered to his face.
Emma tugs Kyle out of your hands, for grandma Doris and Grace to greet you with hugs of their own, before they move onto Jake, who embraces them each with an arm, Layla still nestled happily in his other, her head resting between the crook of his neck, thumb now in her mouth.
“Thank you,” Emma grabs your hands in an exaggerated fashion, clutching them dramatically as she throws a look to Jake, “for putting up with my brother’s clown ass.”
The words coming out from Emma, a grown woman, with perfectly coiffed hair, and designer clothes and shoes that cut a stylish figure, makes you burst out in laughter.
“Just doing my bit of charity for the world.” You manage to say, before grandma Doris links an arm with yours, pulling you towards the door of the lobby, a signal for the rest to follow.
“I’ll cut him out of my will and put you in,” she tells you in a loud stage whisper. You don’t turn back, but if you did, you would have seen Jake grinning broadly, a fond look in his eyes, his niece still cuddled up against him, as he takes in the sight of you and his grandmother walking arm in arm.
-
“You know,” you turn to face Emma at the sound of her voice, clearly directed at you, “he cares about you.”
You both are seated at the end of a table, in the corner of the hotel lobby’, watching as the other members of your party are crowded around the massive cake display case to a side, Layla in her Grace’s arms, and Kyle in Jake’s, Liam and grandma Doris flanking them, as the children attempt to decide which sweet treat to pick.
“I know,” you say, small smile on your lips, as you focus on Jake, before looking back at her.
You and Jake had been mindful of yourselves around the Seresins, not because it would have been an issue, but because you had insisted on not wanting to overshadow their time together with Jake. He had tried to convince you that there wouldn’t have been any overshadowing involved, but you had, with a little help of your hands and mouth, had managed to capture his undivided attention, and be extremely persuasive, to which Jake relented. You weren’t sure if Emma knew, or suspected at the very least. You had always known her to be astute.
“He would probably kill me if I told you this,” she begins, as she leans back in her seat, folding her hands in her lap, “but slightly over three years ago, when you had told him about Dan, that guy you were seeing, he was noticeably…” she pauses, searching for the right words to use, “worked up.”
“I didn’t know,” you start, as you find your gaze wandering back to Jake who is now squatting beside Kyle, both blondes peering into the bottom layer of the display case. “He never said.”
“We were both home during that period,” she recalls, “and staying with grandma, and I found him in the gym abusing a punching bag. His knuckles were raw, eyes like a man crazed.”
She pauses, as you look back to her before continuing.
“I had Kyle with me, he was still just a toddler at that point, and it took him crying for Jake to stop. He told me, quite angrily I might add, that Dan wasn’t good enough for you”, she says as she unfolds her hands from her lap to reach out to squeeze your forearm, “and you deserved so much more.”
She meets your gaze, squeezing your forearm gently again, before adding after a moment of consideration, “I think he meant himself.”
Her words make your jaw slacken, your lips part slightly, as you remember Jake’s words in the car from the other day when he had only said “less so” since you had started seeing Dan.
“My brother can be a dick to a lot of people,” she starts again, a rueful shake of her head, “but not to you, never to you. He’ll never hurt you.” Emma says as she offers you a final smile, as you hear the voices of the group returning to the table.
“We got chocolate and a red velvet,” Jake says, as he slides back into the chair beside you, Kyle clamouring from his lap into yours. He finds you looking at him curiously, a strange expression on his face and he tilts his head to a side, asking silently if you are ok, before darting his gaze to Emma who immediately turns her attention to Liam.
You nod, with a slight tilt of your ahead, signalling that you are fine before you turn your attention back to Kyle who is describing to you, in vivid detail the chocolate cake that he chose.
-
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with?” Jake asks you for the tenth time since you had both left the house, “you’re already in the car.”
“I don’t,” you shake your head as you watch him glance out the side mirror, checking for cars, before he makes the turn. “You should spend some time alone with them before they go back.”
It had been a Seresin filled week, with you spending almost all of your time with grandma Doris, Grace, Emma, Liam, Kyle and Layla during the days, with Jake joining the group only in the evening once he had managed to get out of work. He had however, managed to spend an entire full day with the group yesterday, a Saturday, which largely comprise of him and Liam, chasing Kyle and Layla around the beach, while you, Emma, Doris and Grace watched on, chatting idly.
Emma and her family had left earlier in the morning, but his mother and grandmother who had booked themselves into a later flight, scheduled only for the late afternoon, had asked Jake to meet them for breakfast.
Jake opens his mouth to say something as he glances at you, and you shake your head again, pre-empting his response, your tone firm.
“No Jake, they deserve your undivided attention.” You knew you were always welcome with the Seresins, but you had wanted to give grandmother Doris, Grace and Jake the time they deserved together. You hadn’t made mention of it to Jake, but had gathered from their previous trip to see you in New York (sans Jake), that they missed Jake more than they cared to let on. It wasn’t easy having a grandson and son far from you; what more one that was a Naval Aviator who could be deployed for 6 months, to an undisclosed location at the drop of a hat. You had missed Jake yourself, worried about him during his stints of deployment over the years, even if were both already separated by state, so it was easy for you to empathise.
The seriousness to your voice makes him shut his mouth, choosing instead to reach across the center console and place a hand on your thigh, fingers squeezing lightly in understanding.
“Do you want me to wait for you?” You ask, and Jake shakes his head no.
He had sent his truck off to the workshop, only to have it grounded for a couple of days. You had tried to strong arm him into taking your car, seeing that he was due back to TOPGUN for an afternoon of flights, despite having been able to wrangle a few hours off to spend with his mother and grandmother before they left, but Jake Seresin, if anything, was a stubborn man, who had refused, not wanting to leave you inconvenienced. You had both reached a comprise, being that he would drop himself off to meet the Seresins, and grandma Doris would get her car to drop Jake back at TOPGUN before she left. It wasn’t the smartest solution, but it was the most he would budge on it.
He pulls up kerbside, in front of the hotel his grandmother and mother were staying in and shifts the car into park. You both exit, and Jake waits for you beside the door of the driver’s side, holding the door open, while you step in and up into the seat and buckle yourself in.
“See you later?” He asks, a rhetoric question, but you nod anyway and he kisses you swiftly on the corner of your lips before shutting the door on you and jogging over to the kerb. You duck your head to peer out of the window on the passenger’s side and he winks at you. You press a kiss to your fingers, blowing it at him, and it earns you a wide smile, the sides of his eyes crinkling. You let yourself take it in, Jake smiling, with his hair combed back, uniform hugging him in the right places, before you lift a hand in a wave and drive off, thinking to yourself, god was he handsome.
-
“You’re eating too little.” Grandma Doris asks, eyeing the bowl of yogurt, and granola in front of her grandson.
“Don’t want to be throwing up mid flight.” He explains before popping the spoon into his mouth. “I’ll have more for dinner.”
She hums in acknowledgement, settling back into her chair, while taking a sip from her tea cup, eyes studying her grandson.
“So,” she starts casually, almost too casually for her, and it makes Jake drop his spoon as he leans back to take her in, “were you planning on keeping your poor grandmother in the dark forever?”
Jake knows what she is referring to, but opts for raising brow, waiting for her to elaborate.
“That you both finally became more than just friends.” Grandma Doris stretches out the word finally, and Jake raises his glass to his lips, but his smile is barely covered.
“What gave it away?” He asks, after taking a gulp of water and setting his glass down.
“You did be blind not to know,” Grace scoffs, taking a sip of coffee. You both had hid it well, but a mother always knew her son.
The relationship you and Jake had, was something that had always been special - he was more himself around you, more the Jake that Grace had knew, loved and known from the first day she had held him in her arms, and you, well, you somehow managed to tolerate him, during the good and the bad, accepting him for both his good and bad; but this time, this was different.
Grace had always seen a glimpse of something more in her son’s eyes when he looked to you, only when he knew that you weren’t watching, but this time - she had seen it in his eyes, when he had looked directly at you, and had seen you meet his gaze with the exact same look, of equal intensity in your eyes. She had seen the quiet, content, smile that flickered briefly across both your features, and she just knew.
Her suspicions had been confirmed the night before when Grace’s own mother had nudged her and motioned out the window of the hotel lobby, both of them watching, just in time to catch you run a finger over the the sunburn blooming along the bridge of Jake’s nose, laughing about something they couldn’t hear, to which Jake only reached out to pull you towards him, your face colliding with his chest, body shaking with laughter as he planted his lips on the top of your hair, while saying something that caused your shoulders to shake even more.
“Weeks,” he says vaguely, not bothering to count the detailed specifics, not because Jake didn’t care, but because he didn’t need to with you - not when he was sure you were his forever. He had expressed outrightly that you were his girl - because even when you hadn’t been, you had somehow, always been his in one way or another - and Jake hadn’t asked you explicitly, the question of “will you be my girlfriend?”, but it hadn’t mattered to either of you; the question seemingly unimportant and trivial, when you both already just knew.
Grandma Doris observes grandson from her perch across the table, the light in his eyes that she had always saw when he looked at you had finally come to the front, and it was dazzling. She places down her teacup, fingers of her right hand working to slide the ring she had the fourth finger of her right hand off. It was the simplest of the rings which adorned her fingers, a plain band, holding a single jewel, with the words “timeless” scratched onto the inside of the band, the engraving now dulled from years of wear, but still visible. She places it on the table in front of Jake, who looks down at it, and up again at his grandmother in surprise. He had never seen her take it off since he could remember.
“Give it to her,” she says simply, the implication behind her words clear - marry her. To anyone else, it might have been strange, but grandma Doris understood, it was Jake and you - she had watched quietly, as you both danced around each other for years. “There isn’t any reason to wait when you’ve already known something your whole life.” She say simply.
Jake picks up the ring, flipping it in his fingers, running the pad of his thumb over the engraving on the inner band, before reaching into the shirt of his uniform, tugging out the chain with his dog tags, before undoing it and stringing the ring on.
-
“Well, this is me,” Jake bends down and kisses Grace’s cheek while engulfing her in a hug.
“Come back home soon,” Grace orders and Jake raises a hand to his head to giver her a mini salute.
“Yes M’am.”
“Everyone misses you,” his grandmother says as Jake bends in turn to hug her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“Your grandfather and father miss you.” His mother says, and Jake meets her gaze in understanding with a small tip of his chin.
Jake stands back, with a last wave, watching as his mother and grandmother enter the car, before the driver shuts the door.
-
Tash: Your man is an idiot.
You swipe open the message from Phoenix to come face to face with a picture of Jake and Rooster’s side view, each man decked out in their flight suit, sunglasses on their face, middle fingers flipped up at each other. It makes you roll your eyes as you shoot back a text.
Is Bradley an idiot as well?
She replies almost instantly.
Tash: The biggest.
You grin, shooting back a reply.
Lies. By the way, do you know what time you’ll be done? My idiot needs a pick up.
Tash: Come now, I’ll get Mav to abuse his “power” and sign you in.
-
“I’m not betting those 200 push ups today,” Fanboy’s voice crackles over the comms as the three planes, him and Payback, Mav and Jake push through the air. It was the last scheduled flight of the day, not entirely necessary because there weren’t any trainees scheduled into the slot, but it hadn’t stopped the four men from jumping into the plans to run the same training simulation of the day. Mav’s time old favourite, dogfighting - two against one.
It earns a laugh from Mav, and Jake snorts.
“C’mon boys, wussing out?” Jake drawls over his comms as he levels his jet with Fanboy and Payback, grinning out the window towards the two. It earns him double middle fingers from the duo.
“I’m not letting you hang us out to dry, Hangman.” Payback says disgruntled. It was undeniable that Jake had proven himself to be a team player from the uranium mission, but it didn’t change the fact that Hangman, being Hangman, still enjoyed blazing his own trail, particularly during simulations such as this where a run was just a run, and nothing was at stake. He would have them eating his dust whenever he could.
“How about a beer instead boys?” Mav asks, grinning lazily out of the window of his jet.
“I could live with that,” Payback jumps and latches onto the lower stakes, before clarifying the safety of his own wallet, “just among us four.”
“Game on,” Jake hooks his mask to his face.
-
True to her word, and you are not entirely sure how, Phoenix gets you signed into TOPGUN, meeting you at the guard house, and jumping into your car, directing you onward. She ends up leading you towards the control room, which she informs you, is filled with themselves and the trainee group today due to the afternoon long simulation flights they had been running. She scans her pass against the electronic lock and holds open the door for you while gesturing you in. You slip into the control room ducking your way past a few trainees, to come to a stand beside Hondo, who is flanked on his other side by Rooster and Bob.
“What did I miss?” Pheonix asks, and Hondo points towards the screen.
“They just bet Mav a round of beers if they beat him.”
“Do we all benefit?” Phoenix asks, hopefully.
“Payback made it very clear that it’s just between them.” Hondo grins, and it earns a dismissive snort from Phoenix
You can’t see the Naval Aviators up in the air, apart from the diagrams of little jets beeping on the radar alongside a counter, and a whole host of numbers you don’t understand; but you can hear them over the speakers in the control room, the sounds of breathing, and chatter.
“Where is he?” Payback asks.
“I can’t see him,” Fanboy.
“Probably hiding beneath us,” you hear Jake, “old man never changes his tactics.” He says, a jab at Mav, and the tone of his voice, makes you shake your head slightly; even you knew, to someone who didn’t know any better or who wasn’t used to him, Jake could very well rub people he didn’t know well the wrong way with his words.
You hear a set of three yells and curses, as Mav’s diagram reappears on radar, a set of numbers alongside the screen rapidly jumping as Mav angles his jet to shoot up between the other two.
“And yet, this old man’s tactics work every time.”
It earns a fist pump from Hondo, and you lean over towards the older man.
“Does he truly do that every time?”
“Works like a charm,” Hondo says, leaning back over to you simultaneously, headset still nestled in his ear, with a nod of his head.
“And they don’t learn?” You ask in slight disbelief at the fact that some of the best Naval Aviators in the country would fall for the same trick more than once.
“Kids,” Hondo laughs with a shrug and a waggle of his brows, and it makes you laugh out loud as you think back to a scene where you had been sitting with the lot, after dinner, watching them argue over which superhero, as portrayed in the movies, would come out on top, because you couldn’t agree more.
-
Jake hears it, clear as day, as he rights his jet, holding back on the acceleration into the planned tactic he was going to go into, even though it was just a soft crackle over the background his comms. He thought he had been dreaming that he had heard your voice, until the point he heard your laugh - he would recognise that laugh anywhere - your laugh.
“Babe?” He says into his comms, and it has Payback and Fanboy looking at each other within the confines of their plane, Mav looking out of the window from above, down towards Jake’s jet, the men all holding in the air, surprised at the sudden call from Jake. All heads in the control room swivel towards you.
Hondo slips the headset off his ear and passes it to you, nodding for you to take it, and you do, slipping it onto your own ear, taking a step forward, closer to the screen even though you can’t see him.
“Jake?” You say, your eyes focused on the mini green outline of his jet on the screen, his call sign flickering beside it.
“Yeah babe?” Jake says again, louder, more sure this time, his face breaking into a wide grin beneath his mask. In that moment, Jake feels like he is at the top of the world, despite having just been spun around in the air by the force of Mav’s jet - he is seated in a jet high above the ground, doing something he had willingly devoted his life to, with your voice in his ear at real-time, knowing that you were watching him.
“Give him hell.” You say, and you hear a roaring laugh of response through the headset in your ear, loud, open, unadulterated, genuine, every note of it being entirely Jake. It is familiar to you, but the heads moving back and forth in the room, eyes coated in surprise, tells you that it isn’t for everyone.
“For you darlin? Anything.”
It earns a whoop from Coyote who is standing to the right of the control room. Jake, who is up in the air grips his center stick, wide grin still on his face. He can feel the ring, dangling from the chain beside his dog tags, a cool circle pressed against his chest. He takes a deep breath.
“Alright boys, hope you’re ready, because Hangman’s coming.”
-
“Tone!” It is a span of mere minutes, where you hear a mix of shouts, grunts and yells coming from the four men in the air, before you hear a loud prolonged beeping sound, and Jake’s voice crackle over the comms, shouting out the single word with a whoop. It earns wide eyes from around the room, and approving nod from Hondo who is behind you, a “yes” from Coyote and a clap from Bob.
“Fucking Hangman,” is what you hear Rooster murmur from behind, clearly impressed.
“Well I’ll be damned.” Tash mumbles as she walks up to you, before clapping her hand on your shoulder. She knew Jake was good, heck - everyone knew, despite having only been selected as Dagger Spare for the uranium mission, he was the only one among them (not counting Mav) who had a count of two confirmed air combat kills, but to get tone on Mav, something none of them had yet to be able to achieve - now that, was impressive.
“Can we get her in the room everytime he flies?” You hear Cyclone mumble to Warlock from his position in the centre of the room, arms still crossed over his chest, eyes fixed on the green on screen.
It makes you smile.
-
You make your way down along with the rest of the group, the only civilian amongst the group of Naval Aviators, hanging to a side with Coyote, Bob, Rooster and Phoenix as the jets grind to a slow stop and into a park. You can hear the chatter of the trainees, standing around as you watch while the top of Jake’s jet pops open, before he hoists himself out of the seat, stepping onto the wing to hop down onto the ground.
Jake yanks his helmet off his head, and you see him, grinning widely, from ear to ear, his hair sticking up, a sheen of sweat across his forehead, in his element, euphoria unmatched. It’s infectious and you feel your face break out into a matching grin, as Jake begins striding directly to you, helmet in his hand. He moves like a man with a mission, focused entirely on you, and the smattering of trainees move to a side as he approaches, it being clear that he has no intention to stop for anyone in his way.
You see him unzip the top of his flight suit, and reach beneath the black shirt he has on underneath, fingers pulling his dog tags out before he tugs them over his head.
“Jake?” He is three steps away from you, and the group behind you has involuntarily taken a step back, not sure of where this is going, allowing you both your space, and then, it happens.
Jake drops his helmet to the ground, the object rolling an inch away before it settles on his side. You are forced to look down as Jake drops a knee to the ground. He leans his elbow on his other knee, which is bended, propped up by a boot that is pressed flat to the ground, and raises his hand towards you, fingers holding out a ring, still hanging from the chain of his dog tags, with a single jewel as the centrepiece towards you. You recognised the ring at once, having seen it as a permanent fixture on grandma Doris’ finger.
“Jake what are yo-” You start to say, but he cuts you off, answering your question at the same time.
“Marry me.” He says, a statement, not quite an ask as his eyes search yours, a smile, genuine, excited, earnest on his face. “Marry me, because I don’t want to have to spend another day not being able to call you mine.”
It’s a big ask, after only weeks, you both jumping the step where he had even asked you (officially) to be his girlfriend, but this was Jake, the man you knew better than anyone else; the man who you understood, and who understood you, without having to even use words; the man who you would do anything for, and who would do anything for you; the man you had spent the past few weeks finally getting it right with; the man you would say yes to in a heartbeat.
You search his face, his eyes now fixed on you, watching as you take it in, take him in. Jake has never been so goddamn sure of anything in his life. He had been sure the moment his grandmother had slipped the ring onto the table; sure from the moment he had kissed you at Annie’s wedding; sure from the moment he had asked you to come out to San Diego for 6 months; perhaps even sure from way before; but hearing your voice over comms, just your voice, pulling together his focus, grounding him, both literally and figuratively propelling him to greater heights, made him realise that he had already taken too goddamn long to do this, and that he would be a fool to wait even a second longer.
“I’m already yours.” You breathe out, pushing out the breath of air you hadn’t even been aware you were holding. It is enough for him, and Jake reaches forward to tug your hand towards him before he slips the ring on. It fits your finger like a glove, his dog tags still dangling from the other end of the chain still attached to the ring, like a part of him to you. He stands, holding your hand in his, pulling you close so that your body is flush against his. Jake smells of jet fuel, sweat and soap. He reaches up with his other hand, to cup your jaw in his palm, a thumb running over your cheekbone.
“Jake?” You say, softly, as he leans in an inch.
“Yeah.” It makes him stop, face slightly apart from yours, but so close that you can feel the tip of his nose brushing against yours, and the warmth of his breath on your skin.
“I love you.” You say out loud for the first time, and you see the wide smile break across his face as he presses his lips to yours. You love him, you’ve loved him, just as he love and has loved you.
“I know baby.” Is what Jake says first against your lips, in true Jake Seresin fashion and you can still feel his smile, as he finally says, “I love you too.”
You hear the thunderous sound of cheers in the background, the loudest coming from the group of Naval Aviators you had come to know and love. A plane flies past, roaring overhead in the sky, and you kiss Jake back, one of your hands still gripping his, the other on the back of his head, feeling the damp roots of sweat in his hair, pulling him into you. You feel like your heart is soaring, your flyboy in your arms.
>> EPILOGUE
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ꨄCellmateꨄ
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Oneshot - Yandere Prison/Bonten Au
❦Y/n goes to prison and meets an interesting group of men❦
Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader
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Not fully proofread!
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Japanese Language is Red
I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.
I based this Japanese prison off of some research so some parts may not be accurate. I only know some things about American prisons already so it might be combined with that just to make this easier for me to write. All in all I know barely anything about prison tbh so some of this will probably be made up.
It also said somewhere that they have either different sections or prison for foreigners (take what you will idk for a fact) but for the story’s sake, Y/n will be in the same area as the rest of the main guys.
Notice:
✩Y/n is 18+. I picture him as a black male but you can see him however.
✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.
✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.
✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.
✩There will be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable
✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.
Enjoy!
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Cellmate
The male walks down the hall with two guards guiding him from both sides, passing the cells as some of the fellow inmates stare and call out to the newcomer whereas others stay in their own zone, not paying any mind to the nervous man who kept his gaze on the floor, his cuffed wrists in his peripheral. He only looks up when the prison guards halt in front of his designated cell.
After they motion for him to walk in, he complies, the men closing the door and locking it behind him before walking away. He only stares at the door in disbelief as he rubs his released wrists before turning, almost jumping out of his skin when he meets golden eyes.
“Who are you?” Y/n’s eyebrows furrow, shrugging before telling him that he couldn’t understand what he just said. The man smirks before nodding.
“I said, who are you?”
“Oh, I’m Y/n.” The newcomer eyes the tiger tattoo on the other’s neck, feeling a little anxious as he glances at his obviously toned exterior.
“Hanemiya. You don’t look like you belong here.” He says as he walks to his futon, plopping on it as he leans his back on the wall. “What got you locked up?”
Y/n walks to his own spot, setting his blanket and sheet down, along with his pillow as he sorts them on the cushioned surface.
“W-well, it’s a long story.” He curses himself for stuttering before he sits, attempting to avoid eye contact with the intimidating glare placed on him.
“I’ve got time.” He shrugs in response before pulling out a cigarette, lighting it as the tobacco fills up the room. Y/n’s eyes widened as he frantically looked between Kazutora and the door.
“What are you doing? Won’t you get in trouble for that?” A chuckle falls from his lips.
“They know who to mess with. I won’t be here for long anyway.” He takes a pull from his cigarette, Y/n slightly coughing as he turns his head.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“It’s complic-.”
“Y/n, don’t annoy me. Say it.” He says with a stoic expression.
“I killed my brother.” Kazutora raises a brow.
“You?” He snickers in disbelief. Y/n nods with a sigh.
“Yeah, I know. It was an accident, anyway. Won’t be out of here for a while, though.” He said before lying down completely, staring at the ceiling. He turns his head slightly to meet Kazutora’s gaze. “What about you?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
Y/n scoffs.
“Why not just say it now?”
“Don’t feel like it.”
Before they could continue their conversation, the door opens to reveal a guard. Y/n stares in shock as he sees the guard ignoring his cellmate putting the cigarette out. He doesn’t even confiscate the makeshift ashtray. He announces their departure to the outside area, cuffing them in the process before guiding them down the hall.
“You’ll get to meet my… friends.” Kazutora says without a care for the rule that demands inmates to remain silent when walking with the guards. Y/n nods before eyeing them in confusion.
He must be someone important for them to ignore him. How weird. Guess I’ll find out.
When they reached the outside, they were released from the handcuffs. Y/n glanced around at the different inmates, ranging from biggest to smallest. He eyed the different ‘cliques’ sitting amongst each other, some sitting at different tables whereas others were busy working or exercising. Some stood around while they glared at the newcomer, eyeing him up and down.
Knowing he wanted to shrink under their gazes, he ignored his anxiety and puffed his chest out subtly, straightening his back to not reveal how scared shitless he was. Kazutora eyes him from the side before finding humor in his little display of strength, the word ‘cute’ being prominent in his mind.
“Come on. They’re over here.” He drags him by the wrist gently yet forceful enough to make him move along.
Peeking from behind Kazutora as they walk, Y/n eyes a table that stands out from the rest. A short silver -headed man sits on the table’s surface, his feet plastered on the seat as he’s bent over, arms resting against his legs. Next to him is a head full of pink, a person sitting next to the man but on the seat. Behind them were two purple haired men sitting beside each other facing the other way.
Y/n took a deep breath as they got closer, right before stopping in front of them, gaining a better angle of all of their features. His hand immediately goes to the back of his neck as his heart begins to pound, sweat sliding down as intense gazes bore into him, the twins turning their head to lock eyes with e/c.
“Who’s this puny little thing?” A silky voice says with amusement, a smirk falling under the lazy purple eyes as he runs a hand through his short hair.
“Why’d you bring this scrap to the King?” The pink haired man narrows his eyes at Kazutora who only gives a closed eye smile back.
“This is Y/n. He’s my cellmate.”
“Cellmate, huh? Who cares?” The purple mullet questions with a bored expression.
Y/n shifts uncomfortably as he listens to their discussion, though the only word he recognized was his own name, he couldn’t help but fidget amongst the sunken dark voids plastered on him. The energy emitting from all of these men, especially the one with scars, is anything but welcoming.
What the fuck was this dude thinking when bringing me here with these guys?
“Well he’s cute and could be useful.” Kazutora shrugs, walking to the short man’s left and plopping on the seat before bringing one leg up to rest his arm over, leaving Y/n to awkwardly stand in place.
“You didn’t care if he was useful. You’re just bored and horny.” The scarred man hissed in response, a sneer on his face as he side - eyed the brunette.
“Bitter, Sanzu?” He responded, challenging him with a smile.
“Enough.” Amused gazes fell as the quiet voice silenced the space.
Although he spoke to the group of intimidating men, his eyes never left Y/n’s orbs, the dull expression painted on his face.
What is this guy looking at? What are they even talking about? I just want this to be over.
“Sit.” Hesitantly, Y/n complies, following Kazutora’s hand tapping the seat in between him and the tall man. Fingers wrap around Y/n’s hand, bringing the appendage to soft lips.
“Call me Ran. This…” He motioned to the man sitting beside him. “…is my younger brother, Rin.”
“Ah, okay. Well nice to meet you.” Y/n sheepishly responded, nerves still wrecked by the aura these guys emit.
His hand is released before a tap on his shoulder causes him to turn toward Kazutora. He motions for him to lean closer as his lips hover over his ear.
“That guy in the middle is my bo… name is Mikey, but you’d call him whatever he tells you to.” He whispered, breath hitting against Y/n’s ear.
Well, I won’t be saying anything to this guy cuz after this I’m keeping my distance. He seems dangerous.
“Hikaru!”
Y/n looks around in confusion until he spots a man walking from behind them, landing in front of Mikey as the Haitani brothers stand up from their seats as well as Sanzu. They all face the male and his groupies who stood behind.
“What’s going on?” Y/n questions as he watches them speak in Japanese.
“Someone fucked up.” Kazutora responds. The vague information causes Y/n’s eyebrows to furrow as he watches the unknown man and his goons with the expression of nervousness on their faces.
Mikey gives a motion with his finger before the Haitanis, Sanzu, and Kazutora walk towards the group. Y/n gasps as Sanzu’s fist lands on Hikaru’s face, the guy immediately falling to the ground despite his size. The Hataini brothers and Kazutora began to beat the rest.
Y/n watches with wide eyes as skin makes contact with skin, the amount of blood causing the impacts to create this sick squelching sound as the wet skin is broken. He covers his mouth when he sees Sanzu pull out a small knife, turning his head before hearing the slice of skin along with a blood curdling scream. He looks around to see if anyone was watching only to find everyone minding their own business, including the prison guards who are purposefully turned the other way.
Who the fuck are these guys? Why’d I have to be a cellmate to one of them? I know I killed my brother but it genuinely wasn’t a malicious act. Defense is different compared to whatever this is.
When all the men were completely knocked out and near death, they stopped their assault, blood splattered on their own uniforms as they turned back to their seats. They say back down in the same spots while fixing up their hair and wiping excess blood from their skin.
Kazutora chuckled at Y/n’s disturbed expression. His hand squeezes his thigh with a slight caress of his thumb, smearing some of the red liquid on Y/n’s uniform.
“You’ll get used to it.”
No I won’t.
Y/n could only watch as the guards pulled the victims out of their eyesight without saying a word.
After a while, everyone was ordered to go to their rooms before dinner. Instead of going to the cafeteria, Kazutora and Y/n ‘sneak’ off to Mikey and Sanzu’s cell where the rest of them are as well. He tried to stay back, claiming to have wanted to get used to his cell life only for the tattooed man to pull him along.
They spoke about Kakucho picking them up and Kokonoi’s connections in releasing them soon. They have contact with few people who are messengers from the outside that come during visitation and update the executives. Of course, Y/n just sat there feeling out of place and a little stupid for not understanding them.
Why couldn’t everything with my brother happen at home instead of this place I barely know anything about? Why’d it have to happen during a vacation?
Mikey sits on his own futon, seeming to be a part of the conversation yet his eyes look heavy. It’s as if this guy hadn’t slept in months. Y/n couldn’t help the small feeling of pity to form as this man hadn’t smiled once though who’d want to smile in prison? It reminds him of when his brother would have episodes and they would terrify him as a kid because he could hear everything being thrown around and it would distract him from sleeping. Especially when the physical fights between his brother and his other siblings or mother would occur.
During the times they would all hide in their bedrooms, and the only way for him to fall asleep was his mother who would hum a lullaby or speak affirmations as she caressed his head and face until he fell asleep. Logically speaking, he knew to keep his mouth shut and mind his business. However, considering he’s going to be here a while, he decides to step out of his comfort zone and offer some help.
He is currently sitting on the dresser next to Kazutora in between Sanzu and Mikey’s futons.
“Um, excuse me?” He dares to gently poke the short man’s leg. Black eyes meet his colored orbs.
“Do you… can I help… help with your, uh sleep?” He asks while scratching the back of his neck. Mikey stares at him in wonder though it’s blocked by his stoic expression. Finding the question interesting considering nobody has ever asked him about his problem with sleeping, he turns his head to everyone else in the room.
“Leave.” Everyone, except Sanzu, pauses their conversation before hopping up and heading to the exit of the cell. Kazutora motions for Y/n to follow who hops up from the dresser, nervous that he had somehow pissed off this guy from not minding his business.
“Y/n stays.”
Kazutora looks at Mikey and then at Y/n in confusion. Y/n shrugs, still not completely understanding what’s happening, though not wanting to be left alone. Kazutora turns and walks out, leaving Y/n with Mikey and Sanzu.
“My king, why is he here?” Sanzu glares at Y/n.
“Fall back, Sanzu.” Mikey replies before motioning for Y/n to help him.
Y/n immediately positions himself on Mikey’s futon above his head that lies on a pillow, mimicking how his mom would position herself. Sanzu reluctantly lays on his own futon, still keeping an eye on Y/n for any suspicious activity.
A little uncomfortable at first, Y/n asks, “Can I touch you? Sorry if it’s a bit much but this is what my mother used to do. It won’t be lower than your head anyway.”
Surprisingly, he nods.
“I’ll kill you if this doesn’t work.”
Although Y/n’s breath hitched, he nodded and began quietly caressing Mikey’s hair, gently working through some of the tangles before he started lightly humming. When the tangles were gone he freely caressed and pushed his fingers through the silky hair, the whole process slow and tender. The tips of his fingers accidentally stroked the pale man’s face, causing his eyes to flutter close.
Y/n’s favorite part used to be falling asleep to the sweet affirmations his mother came up with so he began singing those positive words, hoping to bring some kind of comfort so he wouldn’t be killed. After a while, steady breathing could be heard, indicating that Mikey had fallen asleep. Y/n sighs in relief, so focused on the fact that what he did worked, he forgot the eyes that had been watching the display the entire time.
After he got up slowly, he made his way to the exit before being yanked back, pulled until his back met the floor with a thud. Legs climb on either side of him before Sanzu sits on top of him with the knife at his throat. His wrists are pinned above his head.
“What did you do to Mikey?” Sanzu hissed.
“W-what do you mean? I j-just sang him my mom’s lullaby and said affirmations!” He whispered - screamed, not wanting to wake up the man who promised him death.
Blue eyes pierce his own irises as he stares him down, gazing at the terrified expression on his face. An unexplainable warm feeling bubbles in Sanzu’s stomach as he eyed the new inmate’s features. Sanzu uses the knife to slice a small wound on his arm, eyeing the pained expression that is causing his face to heat up.
He’s always liked bringing pain and fear to others, especially those deemed as traitors or scraps. However, this gave him a different type of satisfaction. He watches as Y/n sucks his teeth in pain before biting his own lip. Tears forming in the corners of his eyes yet he keeps them in, not wanting to seem weak though they already see him as fragile, unknown to him.
“I didn’t do anything to hurt your king, just let me go!” Y/n says in frustration, not understanding what the real problem is. Sanzu quietly eyed his lips, soft and a little chapped though biteable regardless. Before he could lean down, his shirt is grabbed from behind and he’s pulled off of the man.
“Why are you scaring him?” Kazutora asks, rolling his eyes as he releases the pink haired menace and helps a shaken Y/n from the floor.
“It’s small but we still have to clean it. Thanks for the extra work, I guess.” Kazutora says with his eyes half lidded, walking out with Y/n, hand in hand. Sanzu eyes the blood on the knife before bringing it to his lips and licking it. He eyes Mikey once last time before setting the knife down and laying in his futon.
The next day, for the first time Y/n got to spend his time getting used to his schedule in the prison considering Kazutora had been gone since he woke up. He hadn’t seen any of them for the entire duration of the day and it was already past lunch. He’s currently reading a book in the common area, bored out of his mind as he tries to retain the information, to no avail. Rereading the same lines just so they’ll stick in his head.
Everything has been so weird. Life doesn’t feel the same and it feels like a new season to my own show. Makes sense considering the circumstances, though.
He eyes the bandaid in remembrance of the night before. He shudders, recollecting Mikey’s threat and Sanzu’s crazed glint in his eyes. He subconsciously rubs his wrist as he shakes off the anxiety to try and focus on the book. A figure sitting at his table caught his attention, causing him to lower his book and meet gazes with an unknown man.
“Don’t worry about any greetings. I came to warn you before it’s too late.” Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed.
“What do you mean?”
“Newbie, I see you’re getting close to those crazy hair colored guys. Be careful, you don’t want to catch their attention.”
Too late for that.
“I know it’s hard and probably too late for that, but you gotta keep your distance without pissing them off somehow. They’re Bonten.”
“Bonten? What’s that?” The mystery guy’s eyebrows rose.
Y/n drops his book when the guy explains everything he knows about Bonten. Now everything is clicking. Especially when they beat those men to pulps and the guards did nothing.
“I-I’ve been talking to yakuza?” The guy nods.
“Well how am I supposed to not be around them when one of them is my cellmate and I’ve come into contact with all of them?”
“I don’t know, but you have to find a way. No matter if they like you or not, it’s not good to be in contact with those unpredictable psychopaths.”
“Oi Y/n. Is this guy bothering you?” Ran asks as he stands with a lit cigarette in hand, both men surprised as they turn their heads to meet with those lazy eyes.
“Sounds like you’re spouting bullshit, Yasu. I’d be careful running that mouth. You could lose your tongue.” Rin says with a smirk showing off his teeth.
The man known as Yasu eyes Y/n one more time. He nods at him before walking away.
“Let’s go somewhere private, shall we?” Ran throws his cigarette before motioning Y/n to follow. Although he wanted to stay in his spot, he knew that it would end badly for him if he didn’t listen.
He walks behind the brothers, leaving the common area and walking to a cell. The guards pay them all no mind as they walk into the room and shut the door.
The brothers sat on a futon, Ran pats the space in between them with a mischievous smile.
“I can sit on the other futon, there’s barely any room over there.” Y/n shrugs. He flinched when their gazes turned sour, a stoic expression that felt cold. The older brother pats the seat one more time with extra pressure. Y/n complies, sitting in between the brothers uncomfortably as the warmth from their bodies radiate against his own.
Y/n stares ahead at the opposite futon as the smiles reappear.
“So, Kazu said that you’re here for killing your brother. What’s that all about?” Rin questions. Y/n’s eyebrows furrow.
Guess I should’ve known he would’ve told them. Who asks something like that so carelessly?
“Well, I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Why’d you kill him? Was it really an accident?”
“Yeah it was but I said I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Hm, how do you accidentally kill your brother?”
Y/n hops up from his seat.
“I said I didn’t want to fucking talk about it! It’s none of your goddamn business!” He growls, angry at the persistent disrespect.
His eyes widen when his shirt is grabbed and he's pulled back onto the futon, roughly hitting the back of his head against the wall.
“You’re cute when you’re mad.” Ran taunts.
“Remember who you’re talking to, Y/n.” Rin states as his grip tightens on the shirt.
“Now get over your little hissy fit and answer our questions.”
Y/n stared back with a mixture of fear and anger.
This isn’t fair.
“I-I accidentally killed my brother because he was attacking our mother. He ended up killing her right before I killed him trying to save her.” Y/n held back tears, not wanting to break down from the memories of that night being brought up. Especially not in front of these men he barely knows.
Unfortunately, the tears fell on their own, though he didn't begin to cry they still streamed down his face. Both brothers watch the tears with amusement, finding the display of his uncontrollable emotions interesting. They couldn’t help their small smirks from forming. Rin releases his grip before Ran wipes his tears.
“Now was that so hard?” He taunted.
“Fuck you.” He says before he could stop it, too caught up in his own emotions to give a shit about his well being. He goes to stand up once more before he’s blocked from moving by a hand on his chest.
“Hey, we can make you feel better.” Ran says before pulling him back to his chest by holding his shoulders. Rin places Y/n’s legs on the bed before crawling in between them.
Y/n’s eyes widen, surprised by what is taking place. His eyebrows furrow as he uses his hands to stop Rin in place.
“W-wait!”
He was interrupted by the younger brother’s lips on his own. A hand wraps around his neck from behind as Ran’s breath hits his ear.
“Kiss back with no biting or I’ll break your wrist.”
Rin moves the hands pushing him back from his body, pinning them down as he leans into the kiss, eyes staring intently into Y/n’s wide gaze.
Considering he knew that their threats were promises, he gives back, moving his lips along though still with restraint. Ran squeezes his neck as his other hand runs down his side slowly, landing on his thigh as he pulls up once more. Y/n’s skin tingles from the contact through his uniform. He tears his gaze from Rin before pulling his face back.
Turning away only forces him to reveal his neck. The only sounds that could be heard were lips smacking against skin, Rin nibbling and suckling against Y/n’s neck. Behind him, he could feel a hard pressure against his lower back. He breathes heavily once he feels Ran’s fingers rolling and pulling his nipple.
“Guys, please wait.” He says as he struggles in the brother’s tight grips. He feels his wrist become released as a new pressure forms on his erection.
“You Sure about that?” Rin asks against his neck, lightly squeezing as emphasis. Y/n’s cock twitches in response, though he uses his free hand to push the younger Haitani back.
“Yes I’m sure!” He exclaims, frustration occurring as his emotions have been dragged all over the place. He gasps in pain as both his nipple and cock are squeezed tightly, bringing discomfort from the force.
“Haven’t you guys had enough of assaulting Y/n?”
Y/n sighs in relief as they stop from hearing Kazutora’s voice, the thankful man eyeing his standing figure.
When Rin pulls back and Ran releases Y/n, he awkwardly pushes himself off the bed, not even bothering to cover his hard - on in desperation of escaping out of the situation.
“Well, we were just getting started.” Ran shrugged. He kept his legs wide open without a care of his own erection showing through his pants.
Kazutora gives them a bored look before grabbing Y/n’s wrist and pulling him along. They walk down the hall, heading to their cells.
“You just can’t keep them off you, huh?” He snickers. Y/n gapes.
“I-I don’t even do anything! I’m so confused. Also why did you tell them about my brother, Hanemiya?”
“I already told you to call me Kazutora or Kazu, L/n. Don’t be a jerk.” Y/n’s eyes widened as they reached their cell. They walk in and shut the door before Y/n continues.
“I never told you my last name.”
“It’s not hard to find.” Kazutora shrugs.
“Why did you tell them about my brother?”
“I don’t like how you’re treating me after I just saved you, Y/n. I can talk about whatever I want.”
“Yeah, but they just used that shit against me! Fucking interrogating me about my own life because you ran your mouth!”
“That’s not my problem. I can’t control what they do.” He stares at Y/n with a stoic expression.
“It’s only the second day and there’s so much that has happened.” Y/n paces as he takes deep breaths, still angry from his interaction with the brothers.
“You’ve only had like two incidents.”
“Yeah I got threatened like 3 or 4 times, cut with a knife, and sexually assaulted.”
“Welcome to prison? I don’t know what you want me to say.” Kazutora chuckles.
I know I’m in prison but this is a lot, or am I just overreacting? My emotions felt valid but now I’m second guessing it all.
Y/n drops on his futon and turns over into a fetal position. Numbness taking over as the feeling of loneliness crept in. He covered his whole body, including his head with his blanket. Kazutora sighs.
“I’ll help you rest, yeah?”
Although Y/n shook his head no, he didn’t push Kazutora away when he sat above his head and began to caress him while humming the tune he listened to when he was eavesdropping on Y/n and Mikey. The melody echoes through the quiet room as Y/n drifts off to sleep, Kazutora watching the entire time after he pulls the cover off of his head. Once he woke up, Kazutora was nowhere in sight. A guard took his place, telling him that it was time for showers.
Once he is guided to the showers, the guard releases him. He walks to one of the faucets and turns it on while placing his supplies next to him, along with his towel and clean uniform. He undresses and he washes his body as well as his hair, adding shampoo when needed along with conditioner. Once he’s finished with his hair, he focuses on soaping his body up and rinsing. Once he turns the faucet off he dries himself off before lathering himself with lotion and applying deodorant. He dresses himself and heads to his cell to drop his stuff off before dinner.
When he reached the cafeteria, he went to the line. He grabbed his tray of food and looked for seating. He found an empty table and sat, the group he knew non-existent. Once he finished eating, he throws his stuff out and exits along with a guard. He grabs his hygienic supplies for the bathroom before heading there.
When he reaches the room, he hears thuds and impacts. Furrowing his eyebrows, he minds his own business, beginning to brush his teeth before he looks through the mirror at a familiar guy getting stabbed repeatedly.
“Yasu!” He exclaimed before he could stop himself. The group of men scurry off when they’ve been caught, giving menacing looks as they leave a beaten and bloodied Yasu on the ground, laying in his own pile of blood and bathroom grime.
“No, no, no!” Y/n yells out as he crouches over. Sure they barely know each other but Yasu was a nice enough guy to warn Y/n of prison troubles. He didn’t deserve this brutal death.
“Y-y/n!” He coughs out. “Th-they did this. St-stay away!” He gasps as he gags on his own blood.
“Y/n.” The voice startles Y/n as he looks at the culprit. He breathes in fear as he sees Mikey and his mad dog staring at the pair.
“We need to talk.”
“I-I would need to drop my stuff off in my room.” He says as he stands from his position, moving away from the dying man.
“The guard will do it.” Mikey responds before turning on his heel, walking out of the bathroom. Sanzu follows as Y/n hurries behind them.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! How am I supposed to stay away from them? They’ll hurt me if I reject them.
“Uh…um Mikey? I’m pretty tired. Could this wait till the morning, maybe?”
They all halt their movements. Only Sanzu turns to side eye Y/n.
“How dare you question the King?” Mikey holds a hand up to Sanzu.
“Come on, Y/n.”
They all begin walking towards Mikey and Sanzu’s cell. They walk in before the guards lock the door behind them. Sanzu pulls Y/n on the futon while he sits behind him, mimicking Ran’s position from a few hours before only this time, their feet were plastered on the floor.
“Uh, what’s going on? Why am I here?”
“My king wanted to thank you for last night.” Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed. “So be grateful to his generosity.” He grips Y/n’s waist, his nails digging into his sides through the fabric causing him to flinch.
When Y/n saw Mikey position himself on his knees, the idea flew through his head.
“Oh, uh! Mikey! You don’t need to do this!” He exclaims. He uses his hands to block Mikey which did nothing considering Sanzu helped him undo his jumpsuit.
When his chest was revealed, they completely forced it off of his arms as Sanzu circled his arms back around Y/n’s waist. Mikey pulled the suit completely off as well as pulling down Y/n’s underwear.
“You’re already hard.” Mikey murmured, wrapping his hand around the veiny girth.
Mikey dragged his tongue up the length before circling his lips around the head. The cock twitches as he sucks softly before dropping his mouth all the way to the base, deep throating the length as he holds it there before pulling back and repeating the process. Y/n holds back from moaning as he bites his lip, his fingers digging into the futon and grabbing the blanket. His head drops on Sanzu’s shoulder as the pinkette dips his head low, biting the skin on his neck until he draws blood and a cry out of that pretty mouth.
Mikey continued bobbing his head as he accelerates, gag reflex non-existent as he takes the dick in his throat like a pro. Saliva and precum drip down the length and stain the corners of his mouth as he sucks it all the way in. He stops for a moment before sucking his own fingers thoroughly, allowing saliva to drip down his hand as he wets his fingers. Sanzu takes the opportunity to grab Y/n’s thighs and pull his legs back to give Mikey more of an opening.
As he pushes the finger in, he takes his cock in his mouth once more. Y/n clenched around the finger as his cock throbs. Sweat drips down his forehead as he rocks his hips forward in reflex, a small groan escaping his lips as Mikey eyes him from below.
“Feels good?” Sanzu whispers in his ear.
Although the pleasure is overtaking the pain from his ass, Y/n doesn’t want to enable what they’re doing so he ignores him. Only for nails to dig into his thighs roughly, leaving indents and small bleeding cuts. Sanzu’s cock twitches at the way Y/n’s body reacts to the pain by tensing and yelping.
“Tell me, Y/n. Does it feel good?”
“Yes!” He exclaims in pain when Mikey adds two other fingers at the same time, angling it to his prostate as he sucks his cock faster. Y/n’s hips rock as his spot is beaten and cock is engulfed by warmth. His mouth hangs open as he closes his eyes. His back moves against Sanzu’s erection through his fabric causing him to give small moans in his ear, pressing it harder against his back. The sound of Mikey’s wet mouth rubbing against his cock brought a warm sensation to his stomach, his body tenses as he convulses, finally releasing into his throat as the short man swallows it all.
They all breathe heavily when it’s over, Sanzu and Mikey’s cocks are completely hard and ready for a release. Not wanting to rile them up further, Y/n jumps out of their holds and quickly puts his underwear and jumpsuit on before rushing out of the room. Embarrassment colors his face as he damn near runs to his cell.
They’re using me as some fucking toy because they’re bored. They’re taking me as some kind of whore they can do whatever they want with at anytime and it’s not fucking fair.
When he reaches his cell, he immediately goes to his bed and covers himself, drifting off to sleep after a while of shameful sulking.
“Rise and shine, Y/n. Time for us to go.” Kazutora smiles.
Huh? What do you mean?” He asks, rubbing his eyes.
“We’re being released from prison.” He states with excitement.
Y/n sits up with his eyebrows furrowed.
“They know who to mess with. I won’t be here for long anyway.” He takes a pull from his cigarette…
“Yeah you’re leaving, but I’m supposed to be here for years.”
“Then why did the guard come to release you as well?”
“Hurry up inmates, we’re on a schedule.”
“We’re not inmates anymore.” Kazutora sticks his tongue out.
The entire process of release Y/n was very confusing as he followed the guards and rest of the yakuza out of the prison. After they walk out in the original clothes they wore when they were imprisoned, Kazutora pulls Y/n to the black tinted car that’s waiting for their arrival.
Y/n hesitates.
“Wait, this means this is a goodbye. I’m going home.”
Kazutora halts his movement, still gripping Y/n’s wrist before turning to face him with a smile.
“You are coming home Y/n. Why do you think we went through the trouble of breaking you out?”
“What?”
“Yeah. You have nobody else nor your mother’s home anymore so where else would you go? Who else would’ve picked you up?”
“N-no, my siblings…”
“Your siblings abandoned you here. They didn’t want to be around a murderer.” Kazutora’s face turned stoic as he spoke.
“Don’t say that. It’s not like that and you know it!” He yanks his wrist out of Kazutora’s grip.
“I’m just saying their point of view. It doesn’t matter anyway considering they’re all dead.”
“What the fuck are you saying to me, Hanemiya?” Y/n exclaims.
“I’m just telling you the truth, L/n.”
“No, did you and your goons do something to them?”
“I’d watch what comes out of my mouth if I were you. Come on.” He yanks Y/n along as they walk to the car. Y/n pushes him away as he yanks his arm back though Kazutora doesn’t release in the slightest. His grip tightens painfully as it causes Y/n to almost drop to his knees, his free hand grabbing Kazutora’s wrist in reflex.
“Let me go, Kazutora!”
“Go where? You have nowhere else to go. You should be grateful.”
“Y/n!” A voice sung, interrupting their dispute.
He gasps in response as he sees a gun pointed in his direction from a certain pink - haired fiend.
“Be a doll and get in the car, yeah?”
With one last look at the golden eyed man with anger plastered on his expression, he makes his way to the car, Kazutora walking behind him.
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eldritch-nightmare · 29 days
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❝ it's not much, but i got you this. ❞
notes: prompt credit. i've never actually fully written anything for cody now that i think about it... i hope i do him nicely!! since it took me literally forever to post this, the other two prompts won't be valentine's base, though i may still use the prompts i chose for them bc. i like them. anyways!! i'm actually actively job hunting right now, which is why i've been so busy lately and haven't had much time to write. but i'll try working on some stuff soon!! for now, i hope you all enjoy this incredibly, very messy and late valentine's day post. thanks for being patient with me guys, it means a lot <3
pairing: x virus x gn!reader
word count: 983.
warnings: established relationship, fluff, cody is awkward as fuck when it comes to romance he's just like me frfr, wrapping paper is his biggest enemy, very mild angst like... a pinch of salt type of angst, cody is a perfectionist but idk if i portrayed that well enough here.
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Cody stared at the clumsily wrapped gift placed in front of him, his arms crossed and his brows furrowed as he glared at the gift as if it had scorned him in some way.
And to him, it basically has.
You see, the gift he's been trying to wrap neatly and nicely is something he got for you, his lovely significant other. This is the first Valentine's Day he's spending with you, and while it doesn't have to be perfect, he would at least like to wrap your gift in a way that isn't... ugly.
It's not even that big of a gift. It's just a little bracelet he made in his spare time, so why the hell is it so hard to wrap in the little box he got for it?
He could just ask someone to help him wrap the gift, but that feels... I mean... it feels like that would be cheating? Strangely enough? Like... he made this for you, so he should be the one to wrap it up as well, no matter how annoying and how difficult it was starting to become.
It feels like it'll mean more if he does this himself.
But he's been here for like almost two hours now trying to wrap the box, and it looks so messy and it's covered in tape and honestly, the wrapping paper's color looks uglier and uglier the longer he looks at it and it just doesn't seem good enough for you. It could be so much better.
You deserve so much better. And if he could kill the wrapping paper, he would, truthfully.
Cody silently glares for a moment longer before letting out a sigh in defeat, resting his forehead against the surface of the desk in his workshop and grumbling quietly to himself.
The wrapping paper wins this round, but he'll do better next time.
With a huff, he sits up straight, giving the poorly wrapped box one final glance before grabbing it and standing up. It was time to actually give you the gift. And hope that you don't dump him for his poor wrapping skills. Do people do that? He's not sure. He hopes not. He'd hate for you to dump him.
Oh god, what if you dump him?
"Cody?"
"Fucking hell-" Cody nearly loses grip on the box in his hand when your voice suddenly pops up behind him, startling him so badly that he jumped a bit. He looked strangely similar to a dog that got caught doing something it wasn't meant to be doing.
And judging from the way he had quickly hidden his hands behind his back, awkwardly looking off to the side to avoid eye contact with you, you can't help but wonder if he had maybe done something.
"How long have you been standing there?" He asks, and your brow quirks up slightly at how strangely nervous he sounded. His behavior sort of reminded you of the day he had asked you out.
"Long enough to be concerned about whether or not I need to hide wrapping paper from you in the future." You respond, smiling a bit to yourself when you see Cody relax a bit at the joke you cracked.
"Ha ha. Funny." He blandly responds, though you don't miss the way his lips twitch upwards slightly. You deem your joke a success, even if he behaved otherwise.
"So, you wanna tell me what it is you're hiding behind your back? Or is it another one of your... projects?" You ask, crossing your arms and patiently waiting for his response.
And that made him tense up again.
He doesn't know why he felt so nervous about giving you a gift, poorly wrapped or not. I mean, you're literally dating each other, so he shouldn't get nervous like this, right? But also like, you're the first person he's ever dated and he honestly didn't think it would last this long even if it has only been a few months since he asked you out but still! Still!
He shouldn't be this nervous, honestly.
"Okay, so, like," He cringes slightly at the way his voice cracks a bit as he speaks, "Uhm, you know how it's Valentine's Day, right? I, uh, maybe it's silly but..." He trails off, seemingly debating whether or not he should actually continue before he's suddenly holding out a box in front of you.
It wasn't actually that poorly wrapped. Truthfully, it's way better than anything you could ever do. The wrapping paper was even your favorite color.
You take the box from him, glancing down at it before looking back up at Cody. He simply motioned for you to open the box, so you peel the wrapping paper off and do just that, taking the lid off the box to see the handmade bracelet neatly placed inside.
"It's not much, but I got you this," He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, "I mean, if you don't like it, I can make you something else! I know it's not the best thing in the world, but-"
"I love you."
He falls silent at your words, his nervous rambling cut off as he stares at you. You look up from the bracelet to stare at him, and your expression was so serious and genuine that it almost felt as if the air had been forced out of his lungs.
"Cody, I love you." You repeat.
"Oh," He stutters a bit, "I love you too." His words are a bit quieter compared to yours. It felt awkward saying those words out loud knowing you could actually hear him.
But the smile that bloomed on your face made him forget about all of that, and you nod, satisfied with his response, "Good. Now, help me make you one so we can match."
And who is he to say no to you and matching bracelets?
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lunels · 9 months
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with dating ellie comes with…
dating ellie williams !!
♡ - decided to write this on a whim when i woke up from a short nap today. was kinda reluctant to post this cause i know there are a lottt of these out there buuuttt, this was fun 2 write. anywayyyy, enjoy < 3
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with dating ellie, comes with…
her iconic and award-winning journal. that thing has documented just about everything in her life over the years annddddd before dating U she would write about you in it constantly. even b4 she realized she was crushing. just saying how cool you are and she loves being your friend. im talking before bed, having breakfast, after talking to you, after hearing you laugh. she’d draw you too. jot down little details ab you. you name it, it’s journaled. you’d come across it one day and see a few pages written about you, all smiley like awwweeee ellieeeeee, you reallly love meee and she’d be soo embarrassed, like yeah.. just a little bit.
which takes us toooo…. her episodic memory! (😱it’s true! jk.) but nah actually this girl’s memory is hit or miss. in terms of you though she remembers a lot of things…. like how you get grumbly when you’re hungry or how you prefer sitting down to wipe instead of standing up orrr how your first kiss with her was on a wednesday at 6:54pm. the weird little things you know!? other times…. information goes through one ear and out the other. you ask her what she did 10 mins ago & she’s stuck sitting there trying to recall. sometimes you wonder if you were to knock on her head if it would feel hollow or not.
her unusual appetite… i think she’s a picky eater and LOVES to eat but LOVES……. finger foods. what you would consider snacks would be breakfast lunch and dinner to her. one day you'd be in the store by the freezers & she'd dramatically gasp, ....dino fuckin nuggets? they had these the whole time?! aw man.. and she's just holding the box while reading the ingredients like its the most interesting discovery. babe do you SEE this??? did you know????? and you’re like noo… whaaattt! that’s crazyyy! knowing she won’t eat anything else & it would be her favorite hyperfixation of food til like. death. ellie is not going to dive into a 5 star meal. i mean, she would... but it's not preferred. if you’re having a date night she will happily order chicken tenders and fries with a side of ketchup. hell if she’s feeling a lil healthy that day a cup of grapes too. meanwhile you have… not that. your plate consists of five cheese ziti with a buttered and crisp breadstick on the side with garlic parmesan marinara sauce for dip idk. she'll just look at your plate like "okay! if that's what you like babe......if you like it go ahead…" while munching on a piece of chicken. you'd shrug, "least i don't eat like a toddler." the contrast in plates is horrificcc
her lowkey cocky and competitive nature. don’t get me wrong she’s default awkward and nervy but does have a bit of an ego. her vocabulary consists of alot of “yeah?”s and shit that makes you nervous but as soooonnnn as you hit back with the same energy she’s shying away and stuttering. because she’s like damn that made me feel something. uh oh. dating her would consist of a lot of races and competition over simple things….. such as seeing who could get to bed first, orrr race u to kitchen! when you two first started dating she would tell you lots of facts (still does) ab space/dinosaurs and be like “a million earth’s can fit inside the sun. did ya know that babe??” “i bet you don’t know why this dinosaur poops in pebbles…” why would you??? now it's just a regular occurrence. she’d feel so smart and brainy knowing you don’t know a thing she’s talking about. with her competitive side she’s also kinda sore loser too. you beat her in a video game, she’s moping around the entire day until you finally give in to a rematch… mumbling ab how that was just a warmup. and she hasn’t played the game in a while. yeah ok. but best believe she’s shit talking the entire time and finally boasting ab her longggg overdue win
her nerdy dorky loser side. she’s a nerd. she’s a dork. she’s a loser!! idc what u say that’s her. everyone should know this. the girl is in love with space and dinosaurs and reads comics and is technically a pro gamer. like that’s her shit. what does that say?? & the pun books?? come. on. being her gf would mean that there wouldn’t be a day that’d go by that you wouldn’t hear about a fun fact ab space or how something reminded her of a particular dinosaur that lived 19356827.9999 years ago. if you ever touch one of her collectibles or pick up those little trading cards or highly rare action figures she'd immediately run over and swat your hand away, lecturing you about how they haven't sold this character in years and she found this at a garage sale 5 years ago.... how could you- why you do such a thing??!?!? like babe… i love you… so much. but. don’t touch my shit ever again. yeah. it's that serious.
sleepless nights!!!!! she’s pretty much an insomniac. lowkey, but highkey. like, she sleeps, obviously, but she can’t sleep. which would often lead to you waking up in the middle of the night to find her re-building a jurassic park lego set orrrr playing one of her little video games. maybe jamming out to some music as she draws. (bonus if she's drawing your face cuz she can’t you outta her head) and all u hear is her humming along, music blasting out of her headphones like drrrrr dodododoo yeAhhh ooOooO or times if you can’t sleep either, the two of you would be up talking and goofing off w hushed laughs over nothing but it’s really everything to her and she just looks at you with her pretty eyes like... this person is really my whole world.
her guitar skills!!! how could i forget!!!! she plays, like a lot, and anytime you’re over that’s the one of the things she’s doing. most likely playing along to her fav band or practicing a song you suggested once. she’d always wanna play for you and show you a new trick she learned or play you a song she wrote. (bonus if it’s about you<33) if she’s sooo in love with you she’d def wanna teach you a few things:)) sometimes if you can’t sleep she’d be like babe gimme a song. any song and i’ll play it for you. and you’re likee glue song:))) then… there u go. she’d do all the little tuning stuff & you can’t help but feel mesmerized by the way her pretty hands pluck the strings or how she hums the lyrics on some parts. glancing at you every while to make sure you're still listening. she’s just sooo… *prettily sighs*
comic con. anime con. gaming con. YOU NAME IT. shes at all the cons!!!! she’s there and flourishing like a little butterfly. best believe she is dragging you to every single one (for support and comfort cause she wouldn’t ever go alone) and showing you eve-r-y-thing. everything? everything!!! she’d be genuinely excited. all smiley and jumping from place 2 place, pointing at all the characters she recognizes. like babe that's the wizard guy!!! remember him??? and then that's his buddy who’s like a thousand fuckin years old! look at him!!! never knew dude was so wrinkly in person though...yeesh. and you're like ohh… yeaahh☺️ so overwhelmed and very much confused and getting characters mixed up w others from her little rants but she's happy so you're happy n that's all that matters right? if you can't show up for some reason, her gf, who she forced to have on her arm, then jesse because he was the next person actually down to go BUT she would make him take a bunch of pics just to personally send to you. like waitwaitwait she's gotta see this—jesse where's my fucking phone?!? okay whatever just use yours. hurry up before they leave! spamming you left & right with all these attachments of her posed w her favs or pics of her at the different events there. she’d look so cute that you’re like okaaayy…. maybeeee i’ll go w her next time :)))
okay that’s it! this was rly fun to write!! i hope someone out there liked this and maybeee i'll do a prt 2 :) all loveee < 33
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astrowaffle · 4 months
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Wow you guys really seemed to like the steampunk AU, that post got way more attention than I was expecting, so here's some more information and stuff:
-The world is still like a videogame that they got trapped in but now it’s a steampunk adventure-y type game with circus elements 
-The adventures are probably a bit different
-They’re probably more like, fantasy adventure video game style things with like puzzles and fighting? Idk I'm not a big gamer I've never actually played any steampunk video games. What are those like?
-Instead of circus tent, there is a big wagon thingy that I'll draw eventually
-there's still not much of a story and I'm not sure If there'll ever be
-I'd also kinda want to make some mini comics for this au but I suck at coming up with ideas :/
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Pomni:  
-She likes to craft things
-friends with Gangle and Ragatha
-still very anxious but less anxious then normal Pomni?
-has a very logical mind and is good at puzzling things together but also doesn’t do well under pressure and typically panics in stressful moments where these skills might be useful
-She can play the flute because flutes are good, they are the best instrument. (I am totally not biased just because I play the flute in marching band)
-My headcanon for regular Pomni is that she’s less anxious than she initially is in the pilot after getting used to things, like, beyond the anxiety, her actual personality is very cheery and friendly, also very logical, because idk it just fits her somehow? So yea, that headcanon also applies to this au 
-but of course she is still an absolute nervous wreck because yes
-How else is she supposed to react in this situation
-also look at those fingerless gloves I want those
-the gears in her eyes turn when she is thinking
Gangle:
-Also likes crafting things
-friends with Pomni, Zooble, and Kinger
-she often borrows  sewing needles from Ragatha to sew her comedy mask back together when it’s torn, and also constantly tries to craft new ones
-She really likes her boots
-I don’t blame her those are some nice boots
-Ok wait a minute what if that little wing bow thingy on her head is actually a pen/quill that she can use to write stuff?
-ooooooh yes I like that
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Caine: 
-✨monocle✨
-He can control the time of day with the clock that’s on his hat
-It’s a lot harder for him to heal injuries in this world, he can’t just instantly fix anything anymore it requires a bit more effort
-I’m doing this because I like when injury and pain and suffering
Bubble: um- idk it’s just bubble but now they’re a robot I guess
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Kinger:
-ok but what if he had a collection of mechanical insects? Omg designing mechanical insects would be so fun-
-The clock that he wears is broken but he doesn’t notice. And Time is irrelevant anyways
-damn those gloves are fancy
-they probably feel really silky
-and his robe is also very silky because mmm good texture
Zooble:
-They are a robot now
-also a mechanic/inventor because nobody else is and somebody had to learn how to make new robot parts
-their right arm can go s t r e t c h
-bonds with Gangle over their hatred of Jax
-they’re also kinda protective over her
-I lowkey ship them (this ship is so underrated)
-No but seriously why do see zero art of this ship
- Zoob’s in denial about their feelings and still pretends not to care because they’ve had such a “I don’t give a shit about anything” attitude that suddenly developing feelings for someone has caught them off guard cause they suddenly are giving a shit about something and they don’t know how to handle it, But if Jax does anything to Gangle they will rush in to protect her in a heartbeat and just try to play it off as it just being because they don’t like Jax BUT WE ALL KNOW THE TRUTH ZOOBLE JUST CONFESS ALREADY-
-ok that got way too rambly let's just move on now
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Jax:
-MY FAVORITE
-he likes shiny things
-He will collect those shiny things
-He also very fast because look at those LANKY RABBIT LEGS
-I mean technically that’s already cannon, did you see how fast he ran away after seeing abstracted kaufmo? He just z o o m e d outta there
-those keys on the chain are only a small portion of his collection
-his room is definitely full of weird steampunk knick knacks because yes
-He uses them to prank people
-the centipedes he has to scare/annoy Ragatha are mechanical
-I’m so excited to design mechanical centipedes I love bugs so much guys you have no idea I finally have an excuse to draw insects and maybe people will actually care because it’s fandom related now
-He does not like getting wet. At all. (this is also just a general headcanon for him but especially in this au)
-floofy
Ragatha:
-the seams of her fabric are prone to tearing so she always carries a needle and thread to sew herself back together. she's good at sewing
-My main headcannon for normal Ragatha is that her button eye is a parallel to an eye injury she had in real life before joining the circus, but in this AU she probably acquired the injury in this universe.
-she’s good at using tools and weapons but not in like, a mechanic sorta way like Zooble but in a defense sorta way
-like, she’s very kind and caring but also sorta tough and even though her body is good at falling apart, she knows how to use strategy to fight and um wait what would they even be fighting-
-idk I haven’t thought about that yet
-Gloinks?????
-do those exist in this au???
-wait it’s my au why am I asking this
-overall she is very, “tries to help everyone else and seems very tough on the outside but is prone to falling apart both physically and mentally but just gets good at quickly patching it up and ignoring it until it become too much for her to bear”
-pls help her she needs therapy
-they all need therapy
-I’m pretty sure we’ve all established that at this point
-but I’m just making sure you know that it’s still a consistent factor in this au
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