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jennifer-jeong · 2 months

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[Fluff + Mild Angst] [JJK Men x Reader] What Made Them Fall For You?

Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru

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Headcanons on what makes the JJK pookies fall for you <3 NOT SPOILER FREE (includes manga and anime spoilers), fluff, gender neutral reader, men falling for reader, reader is a sorcerer, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOUR NOTES

YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT TIME IT ISSS Yes I’m back with this prompt because I love it so much and it basically summarizes my little daydream storylines I have in my mind about each character. Also note that I’m not caught up on the manga (but I do know all the spoilers hehe) so I apologize if any of this is inaccurate! (Yes I believe Gojo’s coming back so please pretend like the angst in his part isn’t alluding to his death being permanent. His body was successfully recovered and I’m coping with that fact)

ITADORI YUJI

I think Yuji would start to fall for you because when you first learned about Sukuna and Yuji being his vessel, you swore right then and there that you’d beat Sukuna’s ass and save Yuji. He was shocked at first because while that is the plan, no one had ever said it out loud to him like you did, and no one specifically ever said “I’ll save you.” He didn’t take it in a romantic sense but ever since you said it, he’s been getting closer and closer with you. You two always have a great time together and Sukuna never fails to make Yuji flustered by popping out and saying some random vulgar or violent jumble of words.

Yuji enjoys the lightheartedness you bring into his life, it’s refreshing like a spring breeze. It’s been much needed in his life recently and he appreciates your unplanned but good timing. He doesn’t like to worry people with his emotions because he’s such a genuine ray of sunshine. But, he will tell you about them when he finally breaks from time to time because he knows you’ll coax it out of him anyways. He tells you about his childhood and his grandpa and it breaks your heart that he sounds so content with his simple life despite barely having anyone close to him. You tell him that he’s so loved by everyone around him and he thanks you. It’s just that his death is constantly looming over his head and he has no idea what’s in store for him or his new loved ones. He wants to save everyone so badly and sometimes forgets about himself. That’s why he’ll never forget your promise to save him. He trusts that if he loses himself in some sort of sacrifice, that you’ll somehow rescue him. And that’s also why he’ll never break his silent promise to protect you for as long as he lives.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

I think Megumi would start to fall for you because of the care you put into everything you do, especially in how you treat others. You never fail to notice and treat your allies' wounds, even when they’re convincingly pretending like they’re fine. You always prioritize civilians during missions. You haven’t missed how his shikigami all have different personalities and different places they like to be pet. And you never miss it if Megumi’s feeling upset, you can somehow just tell by looking at him, even when others think he just looks mad like usual. Megumi knows your care for the little things is just how you express your desire to help others. The two of you mirror each other in that way. Megumi is the epitome of sacrificing oneself to protect their allies and it makes him smile when you mention that to him because he knows you’re exactly like him in that sense.

Megumi feels so relaxed around you because you just seem to understand him without needing him to explain. He’s gotten used to bottling everything up since he was young. He’s been forced to be an adult since he was a kid, understanding things that children shouldn’t even know about. It’s made his life feel cold, devoid of the warmth a child typically receives in their youth. He’s felt betrayed by all parental figures, his dad, his mom, and his step-mom. Even though Satoru tried his best and Megumi appreciates him, he couldn’t fully repair what he didn’t break. Megumi only really had his sister Tsumiki, but now even she’s unreachable and cursed. His life has warmed up slightly as he’s got found family now, but it’s really only you that makes the burning sun shine like it should in his life. As a sorcerer, he’s always worried that more lives will be taken from around him, especially yours. But he likes to joke and think that with the two of you constantly sacrificing yourselves for the other and getting stronger, you might just be okay.

GOJO SATORU

I think Satoru would start to fall for you because you don’t treat him like “the strongest,” you treat him like he’s human, like he’s just Satoru. Satoru has always faked a smile and you’ve always been able to figure him out. He’s been through so much and always struggled to make meaningful connections because of his powers. His family putting immense pressure on him as a child definitely didn’t help his emotional state either. He’s been so lonely his whole life and just as he starts to create a found family with his friends, he loses them. He doesn’t know what to do other than smile to make sure that those that are still alive don’t worry about him. But you see straight through him, you always have, and it comforts him. You’re the same age as him so you’ve been through it all with him since he started at jujutsu high. He started to fall for you at the start because even before all the additional trauma, you already wiggled your way past his emotional walls. He was always clearly too excited to see his friends, had so much love to give, and hated being alone. You thought it was obvious that he was hiding something and you approached him, asking if he was ok and if he wanted to talk about it. At first, he just laughed it off but as the months passed and your friendship grew, the more and more comfortable he was with telling you about his struggles.

Even now, you’re the only person he confides in about everything. You’ve always helped him back onto his feet after the world knocks him down. He might be the strongest sorcerer in the world, or maybe ever. But in his world, he’s never actually been stronger than you, you’re always the one helping him up anyways. He loves that you don’t treat him like most do. You’ve never catered to him or let up on lecturing him just because he’s strong. Additionally, you also never failed to make sure he felt loved, because you always knew that he was still just a kid on the inside that was forced to grow up too fast. Satoru fell for you willingly but has held off on confessing to you because he’s too scared to indulge himself while there’s still danger in the world. He wants to make the world safer for you, whether he’s there to see it with you or not. But he’s pretty sure he will, he is “the strongest” after all.

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acotarxreader · 9 days

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Shadow and Flame pt. 1

Azriel X Reader

Synopsis: Azriel is down bad in his feelings for Elain when a new female crosses his path. The job of the Shadowsinger is to know all and yet you evade his knowledge.

Warnings: None

A/N: Hello. This is my first time writing a fanfic for this series. I hope you like it ✨

Part Two

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“Whilst we wait for Lucien, let's play a game. Fuck, Mate, Kill, High Lords edition, our own brother excluded of course. I mean there's days I want to do all to him”

“Ugh Cass” Nesta recoiled at her own mates idea of a bar game, the group laughing.

“Hardly fair to Feyre when she's done or almost done those to more than two already” Rhys growled at Mors joking tone, the table continuing its howling. Rita's music swelled around the booth of the best friends, lightheartedness well and truly arriving once again to the group.

“Az you go first”

“I politely decline Cass” protests followed his words

“Leave poor forlorn Az alone”

“I am not forlorn Amren” the Shadowsinger tried his best to not grit out the words.

“I would consider pining after Elain to be pretty forlorn” Amren gestured with her head to the middle Archeron sister making her way back to the booth balancing a tray of drinks.

“Stop saying that word” this time Azriel couldn't hide his annoyance.

“-Right well anyways, I think we'd all kill Tamlin -” the group hummed in agreement to Cass as Azriels mind disengaged from the conversation.

Was that how he'd been feeling? Had the feelings of creeping crawling rising abandonment at the hands of his brothers for their mates affected him more than he thought? Why couldn't he have what they had with Elain? It made sense to him, but why didn't it make sense to the Mother? He shook this from his head as he frequently did. Elain joined the table once again, passing around the drinks.

Azriel tore his eyes from her movements and landed them on the crowd of dancing Velaris residents, when a new figure approaching the bar top had his eyes transfixed.

He watched the female dip between the crowd so masterfully as if she was made of the same shadows that rested peaceful around him. She effortlessly passed the dancing Fae in candlelight.

“Earth to Az” Cass’ hand waved in front of his hazel eyes pulling Azriel back to the booth for a moment to sweep away his brother's paw. His eyes darted back to the room to find the female gone again.

“What is it Lassie, Timmy stuck down the well?”

“What does that even mean Cass?” Azriel couldn't ignore the bizarre statement.

“I'm not sure, I read it in a human book once”

“I didn't know you could read” Cass feigned hurt at Feyres comment, the table of friends laughing.

“Up until about last week you definitely couldn't Feyre”

“Uncalled for!” Freye laughed hard at Cass’ comeback.

“Anyways, what is it Az….Az?” Cass found the seat next to him empty, the Shadowsinger long mingled into the crowd.

You reached the bar top skillfully, your hand reaching up and retrieving a drink ordered by someone else and dipping back to your side before the bartender noticed. You gave a small smile into the tumbler of icy brown liquor as you turned back into the room, ready to push back off. Your gaze immediately caught the Shadowsingers eyes as he leaned on the back wall watching you. He simply raised an eyebrow with a small smirk. You sighed lowly, replacing the drink back on the bar top next to a tea light candle without removing your eyes from Azriels. You narrowed your eyes at him, the crowd dancing and swirling across your sightline. Azriel finally blinked and found you gone from the spot when his eyes flickered back open.

You crossed the threshold of Rita's into the streets, a little startled someone had seen you, a new occurrence.

“You don't care for another drink?” The males voice stopped you in your tracks at the mouth of the adjacent alley. You curled your hands into small fists and exhaled out. Caught. You had been caught.

“Don't go shy on me now” you slowly span on your heel to face the male. Azriel felt his breath hitch slightly at the sight of you in the firelit street lights. He felt a bit dazzled by your beauty, piercing copper eyes previously inhibited by the dim and smoky light of Rita's.

“Can I help you Azriel?

“How do you know me?” He couldn't hide the hint of surprise in his voice. You closed your eyes gently, sighing deeply at your foolish slip up before opening them again.

“I don't”

“Why don't I believe that? Who are you?”

“If I told you that, I'd have to kill you” you gave a small smile, angling your head gently, tempting him to step in closer to your magnetic eyes.

“I'd like to see you try”

“That can be arranged Shadowsinger” he scoffed at your cocky tone. You turned back to face the alley, quickly dipping down it but not fast enough. Azriel flashed before you, sidestepping you to where your back met the cold brick of the alley.

“I asked your name” he stepped in close to you, your eyes looking to the exit to the side of him, only to have his wings open slightly to trap you inwards. You sighed, looking up through your eyelashes to find his eyes fixated downwards on you.

“I'm not anyone important”

“Nonsense, every resident of Velaris is important“

“And who said I was a resident of Velaris?” you couldn't hide your smugness from him as he seemed to scan your face further, checking it again the rolodex of Fae in his mind to find a gap in knowledge.

His shadows leapt around him in alarm at being caught out with a stranger. A true stranger. Who were you? Shadows crossed his face to try to relay information and when they settled again you were gone from in front of him.

His wings dropped, his head turning uncharacteristically frantically from side to side only to now find you across the street. You gave a small wave with just your finger tips with a small gloating laugh before running down and into the winding streets of Velaris. Azriel moved to follow you only to crash right into Lucien.

“Are you never not in my way?!” Azriel couldn't help but bark at the emissary.

“Hello Azriel, how are you? I'm good thanks for asking? Yes I do forgive you for walking into me, of course I-”

“Just leave it” Azriel signed, ducking around him to run to cross the street. It was no good, you were gone he thought, but how? And who?

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“Az stop pacing, you're not helping the hangover” Cassian ran his hands down his green tinged face, regretting going as hard as he had the night previous. Lucien giving a small laugh to the Illyrian, picking himself up from the sofa to head to the kitchen for tea.

“I have no idea who she was and that's my job. How could I not know who she was?”

“I'm not sure Az but Cass is right, please sit down, you're giving us all motion sickness” Rhysand joined the group in the sitting room of the town house, a soothing tincture for Feyre in his hands. She smiled up lovingly at her mates gesture, more pangs of jealousy passed through Azriel.

“Let me see into your mind Az, I'll draw her, maybe one of us knows her” Azriel weighed up Feyres offer. He hated letting them behind his shields but he needed to know who you were. He thought of your face in the candle light again, did he want to share you with the world? He weighed up the options before agreeing, Mor having already retrieved a scrap of paper and a pencil for Feyre.

The group gathered around the sketch of you freshly drawn. One by one group shook their heads, unsure of the Fae in front of them, sending Azriels heart sinking again.

Lucien strolled back into the sitting room, tea tray in hand. The crash of the tray had the group's startled reaction landing on the Emissary.

“Oh my Gods seriously! My head” Cassian groaned, covering his face with a throw pillow. Lucien took almost erratic steps over the broken china towards the drawing, snatching it from the knee height table and gathering it into his chest. The group now entirely addled by his reaction.

“Lucien?” Feyre was the first to break the quizzical silence.

“Nothing! This is no one!” Lucien's skillful way with words was now long gone.

“Who is that?” Rhysand and Azriel almost asked in unison.

“It's no one I said! Leave it! I have to go, sorry for the mess!” He darted for the hallway, Azriel hot on his heels.

“Lucien, who is that? What do you know?” The Shadowsingers sharp tone tried to stop Lucien in his tracks.

“It's no one, you didn't see her, forget it, stay away from her”

“Which is it, stay away from her or I didn't see her?” this silenced the Prince of Foxes.

“I have to go!” His panicked tone was betraying him. Azriel went to catch him harshly, Lucien winnowing out avoiding capture leaving Azriel once again confused and alone

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Part Two

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recuira · 8 months

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after hours

after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction

for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.

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chapter one chapter two chapter three

chapter four | suede. stalking. silly.

his pov;

"Your wanted poster."

Those three words settled in my mind as I stared at the distraught girl in front of me, watching as she fumbled with her hands, a nervous exterior brushing over her. She seemed to be so horrified with the fact that I was once a pirate sought after by thousands- wanted dead or alive, though much preferred dead. Many still wanted me dead but due to my brilliant idea of hiding out here, the chance of anyone getting my bounty was thin. I, however, didn't see it being as much of a big deal as she deemed it so. The real issue I found was tucked away in one of the books within the nightstand which I was so fucking thankful she didn't find. I'd rather her not have been looking around but if she were to find one of the two? I was glad she found the poster.

I tossed another slice of apple into my mouth then set the knife down on the cutting board. I approached Y/N but instantly halted when I noticed how nervous and uneasy she was. "What's wrong?"

"H-How many people did you kill?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"Does that really matter?" I asked, waving my hands up in the air to hopefully exaggerate my point. "It was almost a year ago."

"That doesn't change the fact that it happened!"

"I know, I know." Despite her discomfort, I took a seat next to her anyway. She tightened her arms around herself, almost to make sure there was as much distance between us without her actually moving. Clenching my jaw, I patted my hands upon my thighs. "I know it's a terrible thing, and there's nothing I can do to change that. It's in the past and if I could go back and alter things, I would. Being a pirate was all I knew. My old friend was one, too. Then we separated onto different things and-"

"Did he kill people?"

"Lots of pirates kill people. It's part of the hype, ya know? It's very unlikely to raid another ship without there being any casualties. But I stopped because I got tired of it. I wanted something more."

"It's a pretty big bounty. I mean- come on, fifteen million berries?"

"Don't think about turning me in now," I chuckled, wanting to add a bit of lightheartedness to this unfortunate predicament.

"I'm not like that. I know I'm in need of money but-"

"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N, come on. Give me some slack."

"Well, why exactly did you stop? Did you lose the thrill of stealing from others? O-Or did you get bored of killing innocent people?"

I rolled my eyes, scoffing. "We've all done some shit we're ashamed of. We're humans. I did a lot of fucked up shit," I said as I pointed at myself. "But I changed that. I moved and let all that go. I left my crew, made someone else the captain, and abandoned ship. I left all of that shit behind and came here."

"But why?"

"If I say this, I'll probably make things worse but I don't want to lie anymore," I said as I laid back, folding my hands over my chest. I stared up at the ceiling. "You've obviously heard of the One Piece, right?"

"Of course."

"Well, I was one of those pirates absolutely obsessed with finding it. Fuck, I even dreamt about it. It was the only thing I truly desired in life. It was the only thing I thought about. Not riches, women, alcohol- just the One Piece. I was making somewhat decent progress but then I heard that a group of Straw Hats-" I grimaced at the thought. "-made off with the map which they stole from one of the Marine bases. I happened to track them down and I managed to steal the map from some kid named Monkey D. Luffy. But all good things must come to an end and I lost it. I was back to square one. And then I discovered his bounty was thirty million berries." I frowned then sat up, turning to face Y/N. "Can you believe that? Some newby pirate-wannabe received a bounty double my own! Seeing that brought me back to reality. So I dropped everything then came here."

"All because of him?"

I nodded my head. Just the thought of that kid irked me. There was no one, other than Shanks, who I despised more than my own self.

"So, yeah, I know what I did was fucked up. But there's a reason I'm here now. There's a reason I've given you so much. It's because I want to be a better person, maybe redeem myself for what I've done. And I can do that by helping you, by making your life a little less miserable."

"Do you pity me?" The girl asked, finally meeting my gaze.

"What?" I laughed, almost obnoxiously. "Of course not. If anything, I envy you."

"Me?" Y/N pointed at herself. "You envy me?"

"You have no bad conscience. You've done nothing wrong, you have nothing to make up for. You have a clean slate."

She shrugged, a small smile creeping onto her lips. "Thank you."

"So, uh, do you hate me now?" I asked, forcing a frown to mimic a pouting child. She giggled at this and shook her head. I sighed in relief, wiping 'sweat' from my forehead. "Thank god. I don't know what I'd do with myself if you hated me."

"I knew you were a pirate but it's still shocking to learn about your past. It'll take me a bit to get used to it but I don't hate you."

"So, we're good?" I extended my hand.

"We're good." She shook it.

I felt as if a huge relief was lifted off my shoulders. And as long as she stayed out of the nightstand, there would be no more issues. But if I hid the book, then I would be even more safe. I pondered the possibilities before I watched as she rose from the confines of the bed and approached the counter. My eyes trailed down. The backs of her thighs were exposed and the shorts clung to her ass so divinely. I bit my lip and crossed my leg over my lap.

"I appreciate everything you've done for me," She mumbled as she started to chew on an apple, then began to cut into an orange. "I do have a question for you, though."

"Go ahead, shoot." As soon as she turned around, my eyes met hers and I smiled.

"Are devil fruits real? Or is that just an old tale? I've never seen one up close and I heard they cost a fortune, even for just one alone."

"They're real," I said with a small laugh. "I would know, I've eaten one."

Y/N nearly jumped before she darted over toward me, her hands grabbing at my shoulders. She still had a slice of half-chewed apple in her mouth which made her struggle to properly speak. "WHAT? You- NO! You didn't?!" She let go of my arms and instead planted her hands on my chest, shoving me back. I collapsed back against the bed, laughing. "You ate one?!"

"Years ago, when I was fifteen."

"You're lying!"

"I'm not. It was a mistake actually."

"What happened?"

I chuckled and pushed myself back up. "Give me an orange and I'll tell you."

If my reflexes weren't so quick, the fruit would've hit me in the face with how quick she threw it. But I caught it and began to pick apart the peel. "Easy, next time," I smirked and took a bite from it. "Well, when I was younger and was a pirate-in-training, the crew I was in raided this ginormous ship and hit the motherload. Not only gold and jewels and anything you could think of, but there was also a devil fruit. I found out how much they were worth and tried to steal it but I was caught in a predicament and I tried to hide it in my mouth."

"And?"

"I swallowed it whole."

She gasped, "And you're alive?"

"It doesn't kill you. It just takes your ability to swim when you're in the ocean, in salt water. It's like the sea turned its back on you."

"Did you get a power from it?"

I shrugged and winked at her, taking another bite. I licked the juices from my hand. "Guess."

"You can fly?"

"Ha! Nope."

"Read minds?"

"It's body-altering."

"Wait," The lovely maiden smirked, taking a seat on the bed. "Did it give you that red nose?" She snickered.

"Guess again," I said flatly, my expression turning cold as I stared at her. She gulped, clenching her jaw. I laughed and looked down at my lap, now using one hand to hold the orange. I continued to chew on it. But while she was distracted with her numerous attempts to guess what kind of body-altering power I had, I detached my left hand at the wrist. It floated behind the both of us and tapped on her right shoulder. Y/N jumped up, her head shooting to look at her side. Her eyes widened and her eyebrows furrowed together before she spotted my floating hand waving at her. She gasped and slapped it away. I broke out into a fit of laughter, my hand reconnecting to my wrist. "Impressive, huh?"

"You- what?" She was still flabbergasted.

"I ate the chop-chop fruit. It allows me to pretty much chop any part of my body. Like I can-" To avoid grossing her out, I chopped my left leg from my thigh instead of my head from my neck. She watched in amazement. I smiled at this. "I can disconnect anything from my body from my toes to my ears to my-"

"Even... ya know?"

I winked. "Oh, yeah. That, too."

"That's so cool. How come you haven't done it before around me?"

"I don't know. I just never found a reason to." Shrugging my shoulders, I allowed my leg to snap back. I continued to chew on the orange before finishing it and tossing the peel into a small bin to the left of the bedside table. Y/N finished hers as well. She wiped her hands down on her shirt.

"So, uh," I chewed on my bottom lip. "Do you think you and your mother will be okay?"

"Yeah. We fight all the time. Her drinking doesn't help."

I cringed. "Really?"

"Yeah, she's one of the reasons I hate it so much."

I pursed my lips and nodded my head. I knew I needed to cut back on it but it was something I've done for well over more than half my life. Though, I was destined to do it. Not only for myself, but for her, too. I'd do anything for Y/N. "So," I began, "what do you want to do today?"

"I need to go make up with my mother. That's a big to-do. I can't stand her ever being upset with me." The girl said as she stood up, slipping her shoes back onto her feet. "We can have dinner tonight if you want. Maybe you could meet her."

"Meet your mom?"

"Yeah, why not? She was wondering where all that money came from. She thought I stole it."

"Hell, I don't know. I'm not good with meeting new people."

"Will you, at least, consider it?"

"Sure," I smirked.

"Thank you." Y/N reached for the doorknob, giving it a strong and firm tug before it yanked open. A gush of cold wind washed over her, almost knocking her back. I tossed her my coat to which she whispered another 'thank you' then slipped it on. "I'll see you, Buggy."

"Bye," I murmured with a smile.

As soon as the door shut, I jumped down from the bed and pulled the drawer out from the nightstand, dropping it on the stone floor. I sorted through the numerous books and grabbed the novel I was so fucking thankful she didn't look through. As I opened the cover, the hollowed book had contents that almost spilled out. Papers among papers, among sketches fell out, wafting along the floor. Several notes about Y/N puddled on the floor. One, which was my favorite, was a letter I wrote to her- well, I refused to send it. If I sent it, any last fiber of my confidence would be crushed like a scrambled egg. My fingers lined the rigid edges as I unfolded it.

Messy paragraphs lined both the front and back of the page.

I smiled. How long ago did I write this? I haven't looked at it in so long. I usually added a sentence to it each time I saw Y/N, which is why it was so long. But I stopped pouring my thoughts and desires into it when I actually had the pleasure of speaking to her.

If she saw this, I would kill myself.

I'd purposely jump into the ocean with two anchors attached to my feet.

I looked over the first paragraph,

'I've never wanted something so badly in my life. To say I yearned for her would be a complete understatement. I longed for her, I yearned, I desired- In simple terms, I wanted her. I mean, how could I not? She was an angel. She was a siren. I would purposely listen to her enchanting song, allowing my boat to crash, just if it meant I could be graced by her presence, by her beauty. I was obsessed with her. If she found out my thoughts, my desires, she would never let herself be seen with me. I wouldn't blame her, though. I was obsessive. It was unhealthy, I knew that. But I didn't care. I wouldn't say I loved her because I didn't know what that felt like. I've never experienced it. But perhaps I did love her. I didn't know, I couldn't tell. All I knew was that she was the only treasure I wanted. Not the One Piece, no. Not even that could match up to her alluring person. If I had to travel every sea in order to find her, battle every sea snake in order to touch her, I would. I would in a heartbeat.'

I grimaced, cringing at what I was reading. Thank god, she didn't see this. I didn't even want to see this.

I tucked the papers back into the hollowed-out book, closing it. I slipped the other novels into the drawer then slid it into the nightstand. With the book of secrets, I needed to hide it somewhere she could never find it- where even I struggled to find it. I didn't want to throw it out for I would be completely discarding all of those moments we had together, although she couldn't reconcile them with me because at that time, I was nonexistent to her.

Maybe I could follow my own idea and form my own message in a bottle. I never mentioned her name, nor my own. To an outsider's perspective, it was anonymous.

I shook my head and slipped the book back into the bedside table. She wouldn't be back anytime soon so I had enough time to properly execute a fool-proof plan.

But right now?

I needed to go get another coat.

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her pov;

My mother and I resolved things, just like always. And when she caught wind of a pirate suddenly becoming very fond of me, she begged me to invite him over for dinner. I didn’t think that was the best of ideas. Going out to dinner? Sure! But to have him over? At our house? I cringed at the idea.

She fell ill months ago. Nothing too major, but ever since she’s gotten better, she despises leaving the house and even made me bring her bed downstairs so she could sleep next to the kitchen just in case she had a hankering for something to eat. It was ridiculous, I knew that. But I couldn’t just tell her no. She was my own mother. While I was old enough, I definitely wasn't going to willingly disobey her.

She persisted that I go and grab Buggy so we could have him over for dinner, while I insisted we all go out to eat. She hated the idea and told me that it was her house, her rules.

I grimaced at the thought.

Now, I was just outside Buggy's home, knocking on the stone door. I hoped he was home, though there was no possibility of me being able to ask him prior to my arrival. I knew he was busy. He was a very busy man. I was surprised he made time for me.

With another knock, another silence fell. I groaned and backed up.

My eyes trailing down, I stared at the doorknob and chewed on my bottom lip. He wouldn't care if I waited inside, right? We trusted each other. He knew where I lived and I knew where he lived. As far as I knew, he never crossed any of my boundaries and I definitely didn't cross any of his- well, except for maybe 'snooping' through his nightstand.

Without thinking too much more about it, I grabbed the rusted doorknob, gave it a firm twist, then shoved it open. I almost fell through the doorway.

I caught my balance and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. Without the lantern being lit, it was rather dark, but the bright blue sky helped to illuminate the small room. He must've not been home since I left.

I looked around, admiring everything.

As I took a seat on the edge of the bed, I noticed a piece of paper laying on the floor. It wasn't there before.

I raised an eyebrow and reached to grab it but before I could, the door flung open, a certain blue-haired pirate standing in the entrance. When he noticed me, he smirked. I gulped.

"So, we're breaking and entering, are we?" The man grinned as he took a few paces forward.

"I'm sorry," I murmured, scratching the back of my neck. "I came over to ask you about dinner but you weren't here so I figured I would wait."

"No worries, I'm only teasing."

"So?" I folded my arms, leaning forwards.

"So what?" Buggy questioned as he slipped his coat off. Since when did he get a new coat? And why? I was only borrowing the one he lent me. I didn't plan on keeping it. But I guess now it was okay if I did.

"Dinner? Are you available?"

"Hmm, it depends. What time?"

"I don't know, sometime tonight? Only for two hours or so. My mother wanted to meet you. I told her about you."

"What did you tell her?"

"That you've been a friend of mine for a few weeks now and you've been fortunate enough to treat me and help me out," I said with a smile. "She thought you were my boyfriend." I chuckled.

"Heh, that's rich," Buggy said as he turned around to close the door.

"So? Can you?"

"I guess so. Just don't leave me alone with her. I really don't want to be bombarded with questions." The man said as he folded the jacket over his arm then slung it on the countertop. "Did you tell her about my nose?"

I laughed, confused. "No? Why would I?"

"It's my defining feature. It's hard not to notice it when you see me."

"I didn't tell her. I didn't think it was important. I even forget it's there."

The clown burst out in laughter, his eyes closing as he clutched his stomach and nearly fell back with his fit of giggles. I pursed my lips. "What's so funny?" I asked as I crossed my arms.

"It's cute how you're trying to be nice to me. With a nose like mine, how can you forget it's there?" He replied while wiping a tear from his eye.

I felt flustered with the first part of his monologue but I ignored it and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, I just do. It's not all I see whenever I look at you, ya know. It's not my main focus point when we speak. I look at your eyes, not your nose."

"And yet again, you prove to me that you're different than others."

I smiled. "Hope that's a good thing."

Buggy smirked, winking his left eye. "Of course it is."

The pirated approached me before he knelt down and picked up the piece of paper. He examined it for a moment then laughed to himself. "Grocery list," He explained as he shoved the paper into his pocket.

I paid no attention to the paper. It wasn't any of my business. "Speaking of groceries, want to go help me get food for dinner?"

"What's on the menu?"

"No idea, but let's just grab something so she won't be bitching later."

"Guess I'll be needing this again," The blue-haired man said as he reached to grab his jacket. He slipped his arms through and adjusted the collar. "We match now."

"Mine's more vintage than yours." I winked.

"Oh, so it's yours now?"

"No?" I gulped.

Buggy giggled. "It is. I got my own now so no worries about giving it back. Unless you'd like to trade from time to time."

"No, I like this one."

The man looked at me, an eyebrow cocked upward.

I paid his look no attention and instead looked down at the tattered suede coat I wore. I inhaled softly. It smelled like him.

A soft odor mixed with whiskey, coconut, and cinnamon. And while I hated the stench of alcohol, it worked for him.

I couldn't imagine him without it.

#buggy the clown #buggy the genius jester #buggy x reader #captain buggy #one piece live action #buggy smut #buggy one piece #op buggy #buggy #x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #one piece buggy #buggy opla

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finsterwalds · 1 month

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Got my hands on the script of Anatomy of a Fall, and I couldn't help but compare it with some scenes from the movie because that's how deep I am rn :'D Anyway, here are some of my finds and things I personally enjoyed. I'm sure there are more things to dig out but these are what I wanted to share with the world. The order of my finds will be chronological, for the most part, but keep in mind that sometimes, some scenes were edited to show up later, or earlier than originally intended. Spoilers for the whole movie obviously so you've been warned!

Takes place when Vincent first visits Sandra to discuss Samuel's death. In the movie, Sandra stops Vincent and cuts him harshly, saying "STOP, I did not kill him". Vincent then says a line that I think is pretty iconic in the movie, a sarcastic : "That's not the point. Really". His line is much harsher than on the script, where he's a bit softer. "You don't need to tell me that" implies that he has some deep, loyal faith in Sandra, while "That's not the point" cuts any further discussion. He really doesn't wanna know if she actually did it. Comes from a wish to remain blind still, but with less innocence and a lot of denial. Oh, Vincent.

In the movie, his last line is way better imo, he says "No one's gonna believe that. I don't believe that." I like the emphasis on his opinion rather than the fleeting and impersonal "it's really hard to believe". Truly hits way harder and puts Vincent back in the position of a lawyer.

The rest will be under the cut because I think it's gonna be a wall of text I apologize guys...... This movie does things to my brain.

There's a scene that was cut where Vincent phones Nour while still at Sandra's, which I would have enjoyed a lot but I'll admit it's a bit filler-y. Doesn't add a lot and kinda cuts the serious tone of Sandra's confession, imo, as they discuss the judge's antics in a pretty comical manner. I just love Nour so I'm based......

Another, REALLY long scene that was cut where a medium comes into Sandra's house to feel Samuel's ghost and foreshadows Daniel poisoning Snoop with aspirin. I had a good laugh at that one, honestly. It feels pretty out of place with the tone of the movie, and the personality of the characters even... I can't picture Sandra calling a medium. I'm glad they removed it because the foreshadowing was unnecessary too. It's still interesting that they had planned it however.

This takes place after Vincent finds out about the tape. Interestingly, his whole line was cut after "before he died". In the movie, he never comments on Sandra's affairs/sexuality. He never really asks much about her life at all. He truly is blinded by his wish to shield himself from her inner demons, in order to maintain his undying loyalty towards her. To see what he wants of her...

Another scene that was completely cut (a flashback, I believe?) where Sandra makes Daniel pose for a german photographer to make some money, which Monica dislikes, and then they argue. I think it really frames her as too unsympathetic, so I'm also glad it was cut.

Okay, so now, here comes The Big Change. The scene where Vincent and Sandra drink together after the first trial was heavily altered, because its tone in the movie is pretty tense when compared with the lightheartedness of the script. In the script, they laugh and reminisce together about the past and even kiss at the end of the scene. In the movie, none of was I screenshot happens : instead of playing along with the 'firing Vincent' suggestion, the scene ends with Sandra scolding Vincent for judging her in his head. Vincent backs off and the scene ends. Another instance of him not pressing emotional depth to shield himself.

There are other scenes I liked (many that touch upon Sandra's books) but I'll stop there. Hope you'll enjoy that... I might draw some of these so stay tuned... This movie has absorbed my soul but it feels good to be alive, thank you Justine Triet.

#anatomy of a fall #anatomie d'une chute #justine triet #vincent renzi #sandra voyter #not art #im posting it on my artblog because i wanna find this again and store everything about my lawyer era in one place #i didn't translate anything because that would take some time but hmu if you need a translation or if something's unclear #i didn't proofread this and my native language isn't english so picture a crazy frenchie going about their theories to you okay?#fits the movie imo

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save-the-villainous-cat · 11 months

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heyyyyyy cutie ;)))) care to write some knight x prince with hurt/comfort?

(PS: don’t tell your husband I said you were sexy hotttt 🥵🥵🥵🥵)

“It’s alright,” the knight said. They sat down on the bed, hands folded. Sometimes, they were angry at the prince for giving them extra chores just to annoy them. But this didn’t feel like an extra chore. It didn’t even feel like a burden. Even though, they weren’t obligated to do this, they felt responsible. Why, they did not know. “Nightmares again?”

The prince sighed and pressed his palms into his eye sockets. Vaguely, he nodded. Judging by the tears streaming down his face, it had been horrifying. He had survived an assassination attempt a few years ago. Since then, he could barely sleep.

“I’m sorry,” the knight said. They were good at fighting with the prince but comfort was more challenging.

“You shouldn’t be here,” the prince answered. He looked up, dark circles under his eyes and a torn mind in his head. His hair was as messy as his bedsheets and he didn’t wear a shirt. More than once, the knight’s eyes dropped to his shoulders. And lower. “You should go to bed.”

“Well, I cannot do that if you scream through the night. You’re the one who wanted my chambers to be next to yours. You requested it.” It was meant as a joke. But as he looked at them and let his sleepy eyes glide down their body, he didn’t seem amused. Once his eyes were going over their facial features, the knight felt a bit hot. His gaze could really burn but he only wanted a distraction, the knight knew that. He liked the quick pleasure and the feeling of someone’s hands on him. He didn’t want them. He wanted someone.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” he said, much softer this time. Too soft for the knight’s liking. “You can leave.”

At first, the knight debated if they should just stay and try to convince the prince to let them stay but eventually, the knight stood up. He didn’t want their help.

Nevertheless, they needed him to know that it didn’t have to be like this.

“I’m probably the only one in this castle who would listen to what you have to say. I am probably the only one who truly cares, as well.”

Now, the prince smirked weirdly and it appeared to be infected by sarcasm. He stretched his arms, all muscle, even though he was bad with the sword. Coordination problem. Focus.

“Because it’s your duty,” he said.

“Listening to you is thankfully not my duty. But I’ll do it anyway because I know what it’s like to feel unheard. People may think especially you can do whatever you like but everyone at court knows this is a golden cage.”

The prince pulled his blanket closer and (finally) covered his naked stomach. The knight felt so dumb for looking at the prince the way they did. Felt so dumb how much relief they felt when his abs were covered. Blushing and cursing themselves, the knight reached the door but before they could reach it, he raised his voice.

“…actually, could you wait a few more minutes?”

“Of course.” They walked back to the bed on shaky legs but they didn’t expect this.

“You’re my knight, right?” he asked.

“Hm?”

“You won’t leave me, will you? If there’s a war or if people start to rebel…” The knight didn’t understand the question.

“Of course, I won’t leave you. I swore an oath. I will stay by your side until you revoke my duties.” They sat down again and studied the prince. Honestly, they were getting worried. Nightmares were reoccurring once a month and most of the time, the prince didn’t even remember them and just fell asleep again.

But this…

“You’re annoying but I will not leave you,” the knight said, attempting lightheartedness but it only sufficed for a sad smile on the prince’s part. “You will be a great king, you know. You care about the people and you care about money. You understand war and you understand alliances. You know how this works.”

“But I’ll have to marry and be unhappy.”

“You don’t even know who she is yet.”

“I know who she is not.” The prince looked at them, deeply heartbroken. “And that’s enough torture.”

He sighed again and intertwined his fingers with the knight’s. And slowly, it dawned on the knight. All of it made sense. Why the prince ordered them to move next to him. Why no one had shared his bed with him for the past months. Why he wanted to be with them at all times.

Why he had taken their hand.

Christ.

“They’re always about you,” he said. “My nightmares are always about you.”

#SORRY BABY THIS IS SO ANGSTY BUT ALSO COMFORT-#I LOVE YOU!!!!!#writing snippet #kingdoms and royalty #prince #knight #prince x knight #princexknight #knight x prince #knightxprince #an answer for an ask #request #angst #h/c

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f1nalboys · 1 year

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Be My Valentine? - Bo Sinclair

Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 722

WARNINGS: none unless u want me to count sickly sweet love :3 maybe ooc bo bc he's being a nice silly sweet fella in this but its my writing and i decided he deserves to be happy so....sue me. not super proofread either <3

“Now what the hell is all this?” Bo’s voice pulls you from your haze of determination, looking up from the cookie you were currently icing. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, mechanics suit half off, undershirt covered in sweat, watching you with both amusement and confusion. You glance around the room and give him a sheepish smile; you hadn’t realized how big of a mess you had made. The ingredients from the cookies, brownies, and icing were strewn over every available surface and, as you look down at the apron you were wearing (which was one you had bought Bo last time you had gone into town,) you realize you were as well.

Shrugging your shoulders you look back down at the last cookie, trying to finish it up. “Making Valentine's day desserts, what’s it look like?” He huffs and you bite back a smile as you hear him stomp towards you. He wasn’t mad; you’ve gotten good at knowing when Bo was upset with you and when he was cautiously curious. “Don’t look! I’m almost done with this, go have a brownie.”

“You made brownies?”

“Mhm, extra chocolate for Vincent and white chocolate drizzled for Les. Don’t touch those, eat the ones I have on the stove.” Bo lets out a soft ‘hmph!’ noise but follows your orders anyways, steering clear of the packaged brownies and cookies you had put to the side. “And be careful! They’re hot.”

“I kill people and you think imma be hurt by a brownie?” Bo questions, voice light, and you can hear the smile in it. It’s followed by an immediate hiss and the sound of the tap running. “Don’t fuckin’ say a word,” And his sheer conviction and knowledge that you do, in fact, want to say that you had told him has you giggling. It’s a snort and then another one, louder, and he’s sighing, and then you laugh again, harder and louder this time and then he’s joining in.

Two months ago Bo wouldn’t have been able to laugh at himself, would have taken your lightheartedness as a sign of you laughing at him, and would have thrown a fit. But now? Now he stands with you in the kitchen, his back to yours, laughing in the shared space. He can feel the love you have for him seep into his lungs with every intake of breath, can feel it under his fingertips when he turns around and squeezes your hips with his hand and pulls you into him in an attempt to calm himself from the laughing fit.

He can feel it when you look back towards him and kiss him softly, far softer than he ever thought he deserved.

He can see it when you pull away and look him in the eye with a small smile, when you don’t cringe away from his touch or his looks or his affection. Bo kisses you again and rests his head onto your shoulder. “So, what were ya’ doing that was soooo important?”

“This.” You pull your hand back and he snorts; it was a crude drawing of the two of you (stick figures holding hands, Bo’s having a blue hat, of course) done in icing with the words ‘be my val?’ written on it. You can feel his chest rumble with a small laugh. “Don’t laugh, I did my best! I was gonna write out ‘Be my Valentine?’ on individual cookies but I didn’t have enough so I took the biggest cookie off the tray and did this!”

“It’s beautiful, can’t believe I’m livin’ with a Monet.” Bro says with a smirk. “I mean, damn! Vinny’s gonna be out of a job!”

“Stooop!”

You push against him slightly, grinning, but he holds you tighter. Closer. “I love it.” His voice is soft in your ear and when you look over at him he’s staring down at the cookie, at the shakily-done drawing of you and he holding hands, and he’s letting himself smile. He’s letting himself be loved. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bo. You didn’t answer my question, though.” He looks over at you with a raised eyebrow and you motion your head down at the cookie. “Be my Val?”

He breaks out into another smile and kisses you. “Of course I’ll be your Val, darlin’.”

#f1nalboys works #f1nalboys masterlist #f1nalboys writing #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x y/n #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slasher #slashers #slasher x reader #valentines day fic #heheh #slasher x y/n

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allzelemonz · 9 months

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Not So Hidden: Bill Williamson X Male Reader X Kieran Duffy

Pronouns: None mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Voyeurism, accidental voyeur, anal fingering, anal sex, m/m/m, threesome, established relationship with a new third, kissing, cuddling, poly ending Summary: Things seem to be a normal night between you and Kieran, albeit more intimate than initially planned, but then you hear someone watching you. A/N: You guys seem to like these two

Bill has claimed to be a proud man on many occasions but he certainly wouldn’t consider himself one now. He has his hand down his pants, stroking himself with as much vigor as he can manage. Initially, when he came upon the sight before him, he tried to restrain himself. He managed about one step backwards before he lost all willpower and took cover behind a tree so he could peek out and watch. His hand followed not much longer because he had such a perfect view.

The time of warm days and cool nights brings a lightheartedness to camp. People are generally nicer, not egged on by the sweltering heat or freezing cold. It’s a delightful middle ground that makes life easier. Plenty of people keep warm by the fire, getting along with the sharing of stories and swigs of cheap beer. However, the quiet is just as nice.

Specifically, a quiet night is nice when Kieran forgets his duties for once and sits in your lap. The cliff is a few feet away, trees to your back, and stars out in front of you. Kieran stares out at them, his body relaxed against yours as you occupy yourself with softly kissing at his neck. Your arms are wrapped around him firmly but his hands hold them there anyway. He leans his head as you move along his skin, giving you whatever access you need and squirming on occasion when you hit a sensitive spot.

“Kieran…” You mumble into his skin

He stills, having been wiggling his hips and holding in a moan at the way you had been sucking a mark to his skin. Nothing harsh, it’s hardly there. You wouldn’t mark him up like that, leave him to vultures that would make his face flush when they asked. That’s your job.

“You’re starting things, sweetheart.”

Kieran mumbles an apology that you can barely hear. You press your face into the crook of his neck and squeeze him a little tighter. You’ve become half-hard in your pants from his wiggling and neither of you had any plans to go down that road tonight. But then he wiggles his hips again, this time without the provocation of your lips.

“Kieran.” You warn.

“What if I want ya to?” He says softly. “Please.”

You press a kiss to his jaw. “You could’ve just asked.”

His ears go red and you assume his face flushes as well. “Ya know I don’t like talkin’ like that.”

“You were awful forward the first time.” You chuckle, moving your hand to his hips.

“I-I didn’t ask ya that.”

You pull at his shirt to untuck it. “No, you said I was a handsome fella.” Your hands snake under his shirt, fingertips wandering along his bare skin as he shivers from the bit of cool air blowing under the fabric. “Then about a week later you asked if you could kiss me while I was on watch.”

“There was more inbetween!”

Your hands brush over his chest and Kieran wimpers. You press your lips close to his ear.

“Only a week after that you said… what was it, sweetheart?”

“I ain’t proud a’ it.” He mumbles.

You let your hands fall back to his waist. “We were in my tent, innocent little nap, and you turned around and said…”

“God, fine!” Kieran huffs, wiggling his hips again. “I need ya, darlin’. Please.”

“Was that so hard?” You smile, dropping your hands to his thighs and rubbing lighty.

“Yes.”

“Lucky you’re cute, Duffy.” You mumble, pushing him to stand.

You take his hand and lead him into the trees, finding a nice spot where grass outbids dirt. It’s not the first time you’ve hidden away in the woods. Your tent isn’t all that good for privacy, the most you dare do is cuddle at night or give morning kisses when the gang isn’t populated near you. The woods is nothing compared to getting to take Kieran to a hotel, but time is a bigger factor than comfort here. Besides, you have a trip to town planned in a few days and you can spoil the poor boy then.

He knows the steps, his hands already unfastening his pants and tugging them off. You look around to make sure you can’t see camp or any pathways from here, it’s clear. When you turn, Kieran is looking at you with a red face and bare legs. His dick stands out, completely hard in the cold air.

“Shit, Kieran…” You breathe, enamored with how he looks just standing there for you.

He fidgets with his hands, looking down at the ground. “Y-Ya gonna…”

You step towards him and pull him in by the waist. He practically squeaks as his lips meet yours and your hips are pressed together, but he smiles into the kiss. Slowly, you guide him to the ground and sit him on his back, finding a place between his spread legs and moving down his body with soft kisses as you unbutton his shirt.

Then you stop, looking up at him from his waistline. “You don’t have pomade or oil, do you?”

“No…” Kieran says, propping himself up on his elbows. “Ya usually have it.”

You sigh, absentmindedly running a hand along his bare calf as you sit back on your heels. “It’s alright, just means it’ll take longer.”

“What d’ ya mean longer?”

“I’ll use spit, but it’s not as thick so I’ll have to stretch you a lot more.”

Kieran’s face turns red as a strawberry at the implication. “Oh…”

“Easier if you’re on your stomach, sweetheart.” You make a point of the words, just wanting to see if he can get any redder.

“O-Okay.” He nods, face stuck in the deep red as he turns over for you.

Carefully you situate yourself behind him, spreading his legs a little as you admire how the redness spreads around to the back of his neck. “Relax, just like usual.”

Kieran hums in a high pitch to respond.

You put a soft hand on his ass, thumb stroking in comfort until his muscles are no longer tense. Your other hand finds its way into your mouth and you suck on your fingers to coat them. Then you bring it down, one hand spreading him open a bit until you see his hole. Carefully, waiting for cues from the nervous man beneath you, you trace along the rim with wet fingers. He tenses, he always tenses, but soon enough relaxes to your touch. One at a time, just like you’ve done with handfuls of pomade and coatings of oil, you insert your fingers to the knuckle and slowly stretch Kieran open. Every few scissors and thrusts you lean down to carefully dibble more spit between his flexing muscles and your fingers.

His whimpers and moans are muffled by his own hand, knowing camp isn’t ever as far away as it needs to be. He pushes back into you after a while, now relaxed around your fingers and wanting more. You move your other hand to his hip and hold him down as you start to crook your fingers against his prostate. He has to bite down in his hand to hold in his cries but between the muffles and the panting, you hear something else.

A low noise, much too low to be Kieran. The instinct of a gunslinger kicks in as you look without really looking, like there’s a man with a gun behind you and you need to see where he is before you draw. But this man has something very different in his hand. You have caught Bill looking at both you and Kieran on several occasions. It doesn’t matter if you’re together or apart, sitting by the fire, cleaning tables, or chopping wood, Bill’s eyes can likely be found on one of you. He’s always eager to be paired with you on bigger jobs, not that you’d ever pick him to work with after what he nearly did to Kieran. But you know he watches you rather closely even when there’s more pressing things to look at, like men shooting at you. There was one instance that you found him staring when you had your hand on Kieran’s thigh by the scout fire, one where you shoved him when you saw his eyes on Kieran bending over to scrub at a table, and one in which you caught him watching you clean a rifle. And now he’s watching you be truly intimate, must be a dream come true for the pervert of a man.

Handling this is the tricky part. You don’t want Kieran to feel embarrassed, he’d probably get sick to his stomach finding out the man that almost took his balls is getting off to watching him be fingered in the forest. But he also deserves to know that his privacy has been violated. The worst part of it all is that knowing your being watched makes your dick twitch. You’re not sure if it’s so much of being watched as it is Bill that’s doing it. Despite the obvious flaws of his personality and his tendency to act a bit creepy towards Kieran and yourself, he is attractive. Handsome and strong and… shit don’t think about that.

Kieran’s whine at your fingers stilling inside of him draws your attention. You resume your motions of stretching, now leaning over him a bit to get close to his ear so you can whisper.

“I’m gonna tell you something and I need you to stay calm. Okay, sweetheart?”

He looks at you over his shoulder and nods slightly, his hips jerking a bit as you unconsciously press your hips into him and your hardness to his ass.

“Bill is watching us.”

“What-”

You shush him. “Calm, sweetheart.”

He lowers his voice to a whisper, now not minding that your fingers have stopped moving. “He is?”

“We can stop if you want.” You say, trying to be soothing. “Or I could chase him away or beat him senseless, whatever you want.”

Kieran’s cheeks had returned to their usual paleness but now they dust pink. “He’s just… watchin’?”

You hum in the affirmative.

His cheeks turn deeper and he looks away for a moment. “Y-You… How do ya feel about it?”

“It’s not about me-”

“He’s watchin’ you too.”

You finally pull your fingers out of Kieran and rest them on his hip, sighing. “I don’t mind it.”

Kieran is silent for just a single second. “Do ya like it?”

You drop your head against his shoulder. “A little.”

There’s silence for a moment again. “What… What if we, uh…” Kieran groans to himself. “Ya know… had him…”

“You want him to join us?” You hiss, not meaning to sound so taken aback.

Kieran hides his face in the dirt.

You internally scold yourself for sounding harsh about something so sensitive. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m not opposed… just… worried.”

“Ya don’t have to if ya don’t wanna, I just… I kinda-”

“The man nearly gelded you, Kieran.”

“I know, I know.” Kieran whines. “But I… I just…”

“You don’t have to explain it.” You sigh. “I can’t explain it myself.” There’s another bit of silence before you press a kiss to Kieran’s shoulder. “I’ll get him.”

Kieran drops his face to rest on his arms, not moving from his spot on the ground. You stand and face Bill quickly, crossing your arms as your eyes find the slight shadow peeking from behind a tree.

“Williamson.” You call. “Your dick could be much more useful if you get over here.”

He steps back behind the tree for a moment, some kind of choking noise coming from where he is.

Then Kieran speaks from behind you. “Please, Bill?”

His voice even makes you shiver, and you hear that kind of tone every other night. Bill steps out and you can see his red flushed face, nearly as bad as Kieran. He has his hand loosely holding his hard dick as his eyes sweep over the sight of Kieran and his bare ass before moving to you.

You shuffle on your feet a bit, unsure of precisely what to do with this situation. “You, uh, you want something outta this, Bill?”

His eyes hold yours for a moment before they travel slowly over your figure and stop on the stiff outline of your dick pressing against its confines. He nods.

You lick your lips. “Do it then.”

He stumbles forward and anyone that doesn’t know what Bill looks like when he’s actually drunk would think he is, but you know it’s the nerves that make his steps falter. He comes close to you, his hand leaving his dick to pull you in by the waist. His lips press onto yours, harsh and hungry. You can’t stop the moan that comes over you at Bill’s actions. His lips, his dick, his hands, all bringing a need out of you that you didn’t know you had.

A gasp from behind makes you both pull away and look to the blissful sight of Kieran laying on his side as he watches and strokes himself. He turns red, his hand leaving his dick like he’ll get in trouble.

You lean in closer to Bill to whisper. “You can fuck him if you want, or me. We, uh, we both want you, Bill.”

The words feel silly but Bill looks at you like the offer is the best he’s had in his life. “Ya want me?”

You nod because his eyes feel transfixing as he looks at you.

Bill licks his lips. “I-I want ya ta…” He stalls, likely just as unsure as you of what to do with this situation. “You fuck the O’Driscoll.”

“He’s not an O’Driscoll.” You snap.

“Right.” He shies away. “Sorry.”

Seeing Bill so timid is odd. He’s always abrasive and loud, but fucking two men in the woods seems to have made him into a nervous mess.

“Just don’t call him that, alright?”

He nods.

You step away from him and gently push Kieran back onto his stomach as you unfasten your pants. Bill watches intently as you pull out your dick and line yourself up with Kieran’s hole.

“Do whatever you want, Bill.” You say, focus now on pushing into Kieran. He did say he wanted you to fuck him afterall.

Kieran pushes back into, eager after having been kept waiting. You hold his hips loosely as you adjust to the feeling. Behind you, you feel Bill’s hands tugging your pants down further. You lift your knees one at a time for him so he can take them off with your boots, making Kieran groan at the strange feeling. There’s a familiar sound as Bill pulls a tin of what you know is pomade out and a second later his fingers are inside of you. You’re pushed forward, nearly laying on top of Kieran as Bill begins to fuck you with his thick fingers. Kieran writhes and you press a few kisses to his neck to try and sooth him, but Bill’s fingers have most of your focus.

They are unbelievably thicker than you thought they might be. He didn’t ease either, simply put three full digits in and started fucking at a pace that makes you whine despite your best efforts. You manage to rock your hips, both giving yourself pressure on your prostate and giving Kieran some attention. Bill doesn’t stop you, but his hand rests on your ass and you can feel him spread your cheek apart. Seemingly for no other reason that to watch his fingers slide in and out of you.

“Bill, please…” You breathe, holding back a moan.

He stops his fingers as his hand squeezes lightly at your ass. A second later, he withdraws them and you groan at the lack of filling but take the chance to thrust shallowly into Kieran. He moves against you before Bill’s hand on your hips pushes you both down and keeps you still. You feel the tip of his dick as he circles around you and you desperately try to push back into him, but he’s even stronger than he looks and it hardly takes him any effort to stop you. Kieran whimpers at the pressure, your hips digging into his as Bill holds you still and pushes inside.

You stretch more than you expected to. In his big hands he didn’t seem so large but now you can feel every inch as he stretches you far more than his fingers did. He settles himself inside and you can feel his balls against you, also shockingly large. Bill sits for a while, his hands running up your sides and making you shiver under his touch despite the fabric keeping him from your skin. You’ve never wanted to be naked more in your life.

Kieran whimpers underneath you. “Please, fellas…”

Bill’s hand leaves you as he reaches, straining to stroke Kieran’s hair. Kieran presses into the touch as he bucks his hips. The domino of motion makes Bill start a slow pace that you try to mimic for Kieran. Under you, he arches his back to get a better angle. Bill picks up his pace quickly and starts really fucking you, matching that hunger he had when he kissed you before. Again, you try to keep pace as you thrust into Kieran. The trees echo with noises that no one bothers to stop. You wouldn’t dare, not with the way Bill groans in your ear.

Kieran cries out as he spasms beneath you, his legs twitching slightly and his head digging into the ground. He whimpers nearly all the way through his release, only quieting a fraction when he’s done. You keep fucking into him, Bill’s hips directing most of your movement now as his hands grip your hips and he thrusts roughly. You can feel the slap of his balls against you as Bill leans forward a bit to press his lips to your neck. You sucks a mark there, just where your collar sits, and you become overwhelmed with every feeling. With Bill’s hips burying you into Kieran, you pump the man full of your release. Bill continues his fucking when he feels you relax. You slump against Kieran, busying yourself with giving his neck soft kisses as he lets out little whimpers from the friction of your now soft dick pushing cum around inside him as Bill fucks you. When Bill’s hips falter, you push back into him, wanting him to fill you like you did Kieran. He gives small thrusts as he rides it out, grinding near the end.

Bill pulls out of you with a grunt and you feel him fall off to the side. You then pull out of Kieran and he grits his teeth as he whines. You fall to the other side of Kieran, exhaustion taking over you as you lay on your back. Kieran makes himself roll onto his side and snuggle up to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Behind him you see Bill watching, his face red and sweat shining in the moonlight.

“Come here, Bill.” You sigh, wrapping an arm around Kieran as he snuggles closer to your chest.

Bill doesn’t hesitate. He scoots closer, wrapping his arms around Kieran’s middle and pressing his chest flush with Kieran’s back. His hand drapes over to rest on your stomach, lightly pawing at your shirt. The two of you sandwich Kieran as you turn on your side and mix your arms and legs into the messy tangle.

You press a kiss to Kieran’s head. “Happy?”

He hides his face in your chest, but you can feel him nod. As he ducks, you meet Bill’s eyes. He seems nervous, unsure of what to do now.

You sigh, a hand moving to play with Bill’s shirt. “Do you want Bill to stay, Kieran?”

Another nod against your chest.

“You wanna be sweet with him?”

Hesitation, then another nod before he sinks his head deeper into hiding.

“I do too.”

Bill’s eyes widen a bit and he opens his mouth only for nothing to come out. You strain over Kieran’s head to press a soft kiss to the large man’s lips. Past forgotten, none of you really want to move.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption x reader #bill williamson #bill williamson x reader #bill williamson x male reader #red dead redemption x male reader #x reader #x male reader #kieran duffy #kieran duffy x reader #kieran duffy x male reader

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hopeswriting · 3 months

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[Gifs description copied from alt-text: Slowed down gifs from the TV show Vincenzo, showing Jang Han-Seok throwing a metallic object at Jang Han-Seo.

He throws it at him, hitting his forehead, opening it in a small cut and making it bleed. Han-Seo lowers his arm down, turning to face Han-Seok again, wincing and blinking as he takes the pain in. He keeps blinking multiple times, including once asymmetrically, raising one eyebrow, adjusting to the pain. He then raises his head to look at Han-Seok.

The camera does a side close-up, panning down his face starting from his wound, showing him close his mouth and setting his jaw. It then cuts to his hands, which he clenches into tightening fists.

The camera goes back to a wider shot, showing him visibly sigh, his shoulders slumping. He looks unfazed but weary as he still looks at Han-Seok.

He blinks twice again before saying, "I'm sorry, Hyungnim," while slightly bowing his head. As he speaks, the beginning of a smile pulls at his lips while some life and lightheartedness come back to his face. /End GD]

Don't dodge this. (in bold) I won't.

(i first wanted to put this in the tags but the post doesn't show up in the tags when i do 😭)

#i first saw this scene in fanvids and it looked like a heavy dramatic one in them #it's not really in the show; it's more of a relatively low stakes scene #but the way kwak dong yeon acts it still makes my heart clench so hard #i can't look at that gif where he blinks unevenly without my heart going out to him #it's the overall nonplus-ness of his reaction #the resignation to the pain and the familiarity of it #the surprise that it hurts still anyway and the somewhat daze that it still hurts even when he saw it coming and braced himself for it

#it's the anger that slips through despite how he's used to it because how is it fair that he's used to it? how is it right? #it's the way anger turns to visible bones-deep weariness because this is just the same shit but another day #and it's how in the end he puts on the mask of the king of fools again anyway because he knows how this goes all too well #'don't dodge this; i won't' and then he really doesn't and it's tragic

#god. kwak dong yeon you'll always be famous for this alone to me <3 #anyway this is my favorite bit of acting in the show so i just had to gif it

#vincenzo #vincenzoedit #jang han seo #kdrama #kdramaedit #blood #gif described #hopeedit #mine

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bohobooks · 6 months

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I have a request for you!

The boys reaction to the reader taking the blame for what sebastian did to his uncle and being the one sent to Azkaban (the reader is a huffelpuff who saw how bad that place was a refused to let sebastian go there), the boys wouldn't find out what happened till they realised no on had seen the reader for over a month (up to you if they get her out or not)

A/N: I changed it up a little bit from the request

Request: The boys find out that reader has taken the fall for the murder of Solomon Sallow. As a Hufflepuff, the reader has seen the inside of Azkaban and decided that they could never allow Sebastian to go to such a place. Besides, she had done much worse things than he ever dreamt of.

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Third Person POV

Sebastian and Ominis were startled by a knock at their dorm room door, pausing their packing. Sebastian opened the door expecting to see y/n, instead he found imelda holding a package.

"Uh, hello Imelda." Sebastian said, confused. "I was expecting you to be Y/n."

Imelda shrugged, "She left already, something about the orphanage requiring her back. Anyway, she asked me to give this to you lot." Imelda turned, swaying back down the hallway without another word- leaving Sebastian standing there dumbstruck, package in hand.

As he closed the door and turned he found Ominis standing by his bed, brows furrowed, "I thought she was joining us in Feldcroft for summer holiday?"

Sebastian sat the package down on the bed, "She was."

Wordlessly unwrapping the brown paper, Sebastian found two items and two notes. He handed Ominis the parchment addressed to him, and began to read his own.

"My dearest Sebastian,

To begin this letter, I wish to tell you that enclosed in the package I have left the Ancient Magic Wand. It is virtually useless now, but if it were to fall into the wrong hands the results would be devastating. Keep it close, let it remind you of me. Protect it.

As you now know, I've left Hogwarts early. I'm afraid I've done something that you will not like, but please know I've done it of my free will. The head Aurors from the Ministry showed up to the school this morning reporting the death of your uncle. As underage witches and wizards, our use of magic is tracked. Usually, they have no way of proving who in the household was casting.

However when it registered that someone had used an unforgivable curse, they had no choice to investigate. They had suspected it was Solomon, but when they arrived to find him dead the aurors realized it was not his doing.

As I'm sure you are beginning to catch on, I have turned myself in. You only killed him in defense and a fit of passion. I've killed dozens, if not hundreds at this point, completely willingly and lucidly. I've been to Azkaban with my house, Sebastian. I've seen what that place is like. I could never let you go there to suffer for a single mistake when it is I who have done heinous things.

In the end, my dear Sebastian, when you think of me- know that I loved you. Know that it is not your fault, I know you will blame yourself. If given another chance, I would do it a hundred times over. Think of me with lightheartedness and love.

Forever,

Y/N L/N

Sebastian didn't even notice the tears streaming down his cheeks until he dropped the parchment. For me, he thought to himself, She turned herself in to protect me.

Ominis finished reading his letter, tears also falling down his cheeks. He reached into the pile of paper and pulled out an old, worn briefcase.

He felt Sebastians eyes on him as he pulled the base into his lap, running his long pale fingers over the cold metal clasps. "It's a vivarium," he whispered, "She charmed the case so she could leave her beasts to me."

"Oh." Is all Sebastian could think of saying. He had picked up the wand she had left for him, carefully running his fingers over the wood.

Together they sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, until Sebastian finally broke it, "We have to save her." He spoke with a finality that Ominis had seen only few times before.

"We do, Sebastian. But I do not have the slightest idea how." Ominis shook his head.

An idea sprung into the back of Sebastians mind- a crazy one at that, "But I know some one who might."

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The next day, it was announced that Y/n was to be put on trial that very evening. Sebastian and Ominis had moved fast, explaining the situation- minus the part that Sebastian had been the one to kill Solomon- to a select few people that they had known would stand in defense of Y/n.

The room was quiet as Y/n stood before the Wizarding Gammit- all eyes on the girl, watching and waiting for her to show signs of being the dark witch she had confessed to be.

"Seeing as no witnesses have come to the defense of Miss L/n," the Minister spoke with an air of authority, "It appears it is time for the vote-"

The door in the back of the court room slammed open, revealing several figures. "Not so fast, Minister."

Professor Weasley strode into the room, followed by Hecat, Sharp, Onai, and Ronen. Sebastian and Ominis followed after them.

Professor Weasley continued to speak as the approached Y/n, flanking her on either side, "I was not under the impression that it was common practice for the Ministry to forgo alerting those on the side of the defense of impending trial."

There was a murmur from the crowd, and Professor Hecate stepped forward. Her aura challenged the authority of even the Minister, "I was also under the impression that exceptions to the law were given in cases of clear self defense. Especially to those who have just in the past week saved the entirety of the Wizarding World."

The crowd again broke into an uproar, which the Minister attempted to silence with his gavel, "That is a good point, Professors. However, there are no witnesses to confirm that this was a case of self defense."

Professor Sharp cleared his throat, "On the contrary. Mr. Sallow and Mr. Gaunt were there. Had the nessacary steps been taken proceeding this trial, you would know that."

Ominis and Sebastian stepped forward, taking two vials from Sharp, "Veritas Serum, which had been verified by the court clerks."

The boys down the serum, hoping beyond hope that the Minister would not know enough to as specific questions.

"Very well," the man's voice boomed. "Sallow, Gaunt. Is it true that the three of you were present at the time of Solomon's death."

"Yes," the boys spoke in unison, voices calm.

"Is it indeed true that Solomon Sallow presented a threat at the time of the murder."

"Yes sir." "Indeed sir."

"Therfor," Professor Weasley added, "That the act of killing Solomon Sallow was in self defense- and it saved your lives."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, seeing as the court has heard the tale of the brutal murder," The minister spoke, clearly attempting to make Y/n look like a vicious killer, "It is time to vote. Those who find the defendant guilty of using an Unforgivable curse with the intent to kill."

The man raised his hand confidently. He turned to see that only three others had raised their hands. Dejected, he spoke again. "Those who find the defendant not guilty."

The rest of the Wizarding Gammot rose their hands, confidently. Y/n looked around, amazed.

"Very well, it has been decided. We the Wizarding Gammot find Y/n L/n not guilty. You may be free."

The shackles around her limbs drop, and her wand appears on the stand infront of her. She makes no move to grab it, though. Instead, she throws herself into the arms of her boys. Her boys who saved her.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagine #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow x reader

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andypantsx3 · 15 days

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i'm sorry but your writing is amazing and your entire page with all your replies and reblogs and shitposts that never fail to make me smile and you are such. an amazing person that i. genuinely cannot??

i come back to your works every now and them and am always blown away by the quality of your writing and the amazing grasp you have on the entire cast of characters you write for. i genuinely had a phase where i binge read all of your series (they were all incredible.) i admire how your blog runs and how it's always so positive; anyway, sending you wishes and from canada, from a sleep-deprived uni student!

* boop - good karma, kittens and sweets! *

there. now you're gonna have a good day.

Barely overcame the urge to hoard this in my inbox like a dragon guarding its treasure lmaooo. Thank you so so much, this like, easily one of the nicest things that has ever been said to me in my whole life!!!!! Thank you thank you thank you!!!!

I have so much fun writing everything and even though I take a lot of liberties in the name of ~romance~ I'm very happy my love and respect for the series shows through!! 🥺 Thank you for reading.

And thank you re: the blog!! I am a hater sometimes lmao but I do think there are some thoughts that belong in a group chat or DM and not on the blog. Especially since I'm trying my best to cultivate a non-judgemental, escapist space; I think we're all in need of a little more lightheartedness these days!!

Sending you my absolute best vibes & hoping you get some well-deserved rest and ace all your classes!!! And manifesting a day for you that's just as good as mine is now that I've read your lovely message!!!! 🥺❤️❤️✨✨

#ask andie

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tyxoxo · 1 year

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One Night Only - V.

ch.4, m.list

Jeno x fem!reader series

Genre: slow burn, fuckboy!jeno, enemies to lovers/hate fucking fwb! bookstore jeno → model jeno au, 00’ dream + mark + jun (seventeen) character inserts

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: pure filth, jeno is mean, cocky, stubborn, this relationship is extremely toxic (i dont condone, this is pure fiction)

tagging: @sukistrawberry @mingiandbaconjam @baecobies @produmads

a/n: guys this chapter was going so well and then i just hit a dead end (darn writers block >.<) i will attach a link to a piece i cut from the final draft cuz i felt like it was boring and messed with the pacing :))

Chapter 5

Renjun was still expecting an answer. His jaw clenched as he saw you reach for your chopsticks and grab a piece of food without another word.

You didn’t want the rest of the hangout to be awkward just because you lacked an explanation.

But you needed a couple more seconds to come up with a response, plus you were quite hungry.

“I was just curious is all.”

“Yeah, suuure.” Renjun’s drawn out annoyance had a hint of lightheartedness, much to your relief.

“He hasn’t seemed to scare you off yet. You must really like it there.”

“Hmm?” Your mouth was too full to make a comment of inquiry.

Renjun shook his head with a smile as the two of you continued your meal in comfortable silence.

The optical illusions museum was a nice change of pace for an off day. Not too much out of your comfort zone, but enough to keep your brain stimulated.

The two of you were currently in a liminal space of sorts, an Ames room with furniture to boot. Renjun looked awfully tiny on the couch in the upper corner whilst you looked gigantic next to a standing lamp in the opposite corner. Passerbys stopped every once in a while to view the two of you move around the small area.

“I wish they had a camera to take a shot of this and print it out for us.” Renjun said as he stomped along the floor to touch the other props placed in the room.

“Just ask someone to take a picture for us. I’m sure they will.”

“Good idea!”

You leaned against the yellow painted wall as you watched him skip out to ask a stranger who happily agreed. In those few seconds you had the idea to check your phone, not really understanding why you were expecting something from him.

The two of you had never exchanged messages before; the only reason you had each other's numbers was that Mark insisted on it in case of call-ins.

“You ready?” Renjun hopped back over to his favorite spot, the couch. You got back in the corner and aided in an awkward pose as the elderly lady snapped a few pictures with a smile.

Once she was done, the both of you bowed in thanks as Renjun retrieved his phone.

You hovered over his shoulders to view the pictures, both giggling at the results.

“I’ll send you these later okay?”

“Sounds go-”

You were interrupted by a call that popped up on Renjun’s screen…

Caller id: Jeno

Embarrassingly enough, your heart dropped.

Renjun accepted it but remained close enough for you to hear the other end of the line.

“Dude…I just got an email from a Seoul Fashion Week associate!”

This much excitement was unheard of.

“Woah, really?!” Renjun jumped slightly, disregarding his inside voice.

“I read through it like five fucking times. I guess they want me to audition for LIE?”

“That’s the one I was hoping for!”

“Let me finish! It’s in 2 weeks, at the Dong…dae..mun Design Plaza.”

You found it oddly endearing how he slowed his reading to make sure he pronounced the name of the plaza correctly. Though, you mentally shamed yourself for using that favorable of a word to describe his comprehension skills.

“Okay but still! They probably want you to bring a bunch of stuff. Did it say? Y’know what, nevermind! We can discuss it later when I get home.” Renjun rushed, knowing you were standing closeby, but you didn’t mind.

“Where are you anyways?” Jeno asked, seemingly eating cereal based on the crunching and tapping of his spoon in the background.

“I’m at that optical illusions museum I told you about.”

You blessed Renjun at the fact that he spared mentioning you were there, even though it was much deeper than that.

“With who? You’re too lame to go by yourself.”

With a look of regret towards you, Renjun mouthed a “sorry” before spilling your name.

You slammed your eyes shut, waiting for his presumed dickhead response.

That still didn’t prepare you.

The familiar disconnect tone rang through both of your ears.

It was uncalled for.

“What the hell?” Renjun’s voice was far from calm, baffled by the “Call Ended”. You knew exactly why he hung up, but Renjun sure didn’t.

It was best if it stayed that way.

“We should move, I think there’s some people that want to get in here.” Your tone of voice had dropped to that of disappointment but you spoke quickly to distract Renjun, who was on his way to call him back.

Planning an escape would be ideal.

Was he unsatisfied about last night? Disgusted? Appalled?

These were the questions that became of justified interest; yet you weren’t guaranteed an answer, even if your life depended on it.

What made it worse, was that you would have to see him again at work tomorrow, if he didn’t call in.

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

Renjun snapped you out of your inner monologue, eyes scanning your face for a reaction.

“I’m fine. I know you need to go help Jeno. We can meet again later.”

“Well wait a second! We still have 2 more sections left to look at!” Renjun pointed back towards the art pieces that were indeed waiting to be seen. But based on the impending catatonia that was bound to erupt out of you, there was no patience left in you to stay here.

“No, it’s fine. I know this is a big deal and you need plenty of time to prepare. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

You turned on your heels and walked towards the exit, leaving Renjun in the middle of the crowd.

There was definitely something he was missing, and he had to figure it out.

“Jeno, I’m homee!” Renjun’s voice rang through their apartment as he took off his shoes by the door.

He heard the flush of a toilet and running faucet water, assuming Jeno was busy in the bathroom.

“The museum was super cool! You would’ve liked it.” Renjun spoke low, trying his hardest to gauge Jeno’s body language as he appeared out of the bathroom.

“Mm.” Jeno didn’t bother making eye contact, instead plopping on the living room couch to view the emails on his laptop with the most horrid sitting posture.

Noted.

Renjun joined him on the couch, leaning in to adjust his eyes to the tiny font.

“Okay so let’s go over this again.” Renjun said as he quickly scanned the email for anything Jeno could’ve missed.

“They need you to bring a physical portfolio, ID, aaaand, that's it. They’ll supply you with clothes and makeup for the audition.”

“Duh, that’s what it says.” Jeno spoke matter-of-factly, obviously annoyed.

“I’m just trying to gather all this info, no need to have an attitude… jeez.”

“We have time to gather everything. I’m gonna head out.” Jeno slammed his laptop shut on the coffee table and rose from the couch. Renjun immediately took note again:

Distancing.

“Okay you sounded so excited earlier. Now you don’t give a shit? What’s the deal here?” Renjun got up from the couch, purposefully blocking Jeno’s view of the front door. He was beginning to get hot-tempered, oddly matching his best friend's habitual energy.

“All I said is that we have time! You automatically think I’m disinterested now?”

“This is a big deal, and you’re blowing it off! Don’t come to me pissed off if no one ends up wanting you!”

Renjun tried his best to fight back a lip quiver, somewhat apologetic for saying such a statement.

Jeno froze. Eyes stinging and anger brewing.

There was an uncomfortable pause. One where Renjun considered asking if there was missing a puzzle piece to you and Jeno’s madness.

Before he could commit, Jeno grabbed his keys and phone off the coffee table and shoved past Renjun, slamming the front door shut on his way out.

Jeno already knew where to go to get away from Renjun.

The subway ride felt like a drag, but he found himself staring off into space; eyes nowhere near a female like usual.

Jeno experienced déjà vu, realizing he was in Hongdae.

But he wasn’t here for you. He was here to see Haechan and Jaemin, to take his mind off the overstimulation present in his life. He needed something boring, for once.

2:32pm

[jeno]: im on my way up

[haechan]: kk

Jeno shook his head, the way it never failed for Haechan to make him cringe with the use of “k.”

Jaemin was the one to open the door. Stopping in his tracks at the sight of him.

“You look like you just got laid. How do you feel? Better I hope?” Jaemin’s devious grin paired well with his bizarre observation.

“Whatever.” Jeno scoffed as he took off his shoes near the door and made his way to the kitchen.

“No, I’m serious. Who was it this time?” Jaemin followed behind, eager to hear Jeno’s storytelling, as it was something he was always good at.

Instead, Jeno made headway towards the pizza box sitting on their kitchen island, not even bothering to ask for a slice.

“Sooo…?”

“Don’t make me leave.” Jeno took a bite out of the pepperoni pizza, chewing rather savagely.

“Can I make a few guesses?”

“No.”

“Oh wait, I think I know who.” Jaemin’s cheshire grin grew even wider at his own speculation.

“It’s that chick you work with isn’t it?” This time Haechan chimed in, making his first appearance from his own bedroom.

“Y’know, I came over here hoping to relax, not play 20 questions.” Jeno finished the slice within their sentences, grabbing another and dragging his feet to their living room.

“We knew it. Sorry.” Jaemin followed again, sitting next to him on the couch.

“I’m guessing it went terrible, based on the fact you’re not saying much.” Haechan said as he grabbed the remote to turn to a scary movie, Jeno’s favorite, hoping to cheer him up from his “awful” experience.

If only they knew it was the complete opposite.

You were absolutely amazing, he thought.

He just didn’t want to share that. And to gloat about you, felt unnatural unlike the others.

If he could keep you to himself, he would. No one else needed to know.

“Well there’s plenty of them left out there.” Jaemin patted Jeno on his back, feeling smug that his friend felt comfortable enough to come around.

They had everything misunderstood, but maybe it could stay that way.

11:25pm

You were being suffocated by your thoughts.

To think you were replaying the events of last night again, made you somewhat nauseous.

Jeno. Naked. You. Naked.

How he rearranged your guts in the most filthy way possible.

But it was everything you wanted. And more.

It wasn’t often you were faced with the dilemma of grabbing your phone and staring at your contacts, contemplating communication; finger hovering over his name.

Before you could even take a breath, a dropdown notification covered the upper half of your screen:

“jeno”

It wasn’t even a text. The obnoxious ringtone being the only indication to snap you out of your disbelief.

If this was “pre-fuck” Jeno, you would’ve let it go to voicemail.

Your trembling thumb tapped the green phone symbol, opting to hear him talk first.

“Probably wasn’t expecting me huh?”

His voice was still just as cocky, with a sneer to go along with his mixed signals.

[cut part]

#nct dream fanfic #nct dream fanfiction #jeno x reader #jeno x you #jeno smut #nct dream x reader #feedback is appreciated <3

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