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kopivie · 6 months

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trick-or-treat.

# — pairing: spidey!kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, spider-man!kazuha

# — warnings: a little suggestive.

# — tags: fluff, kisses (bc who am i if not a madman for kisses), mild hurt/comfort, BANTER YIPPEE!!, this is zuzu's way of making up for the fact that he all but forgot kazuha's birthday, apology fic

# — notes: (PLEASE READ!!) this is... not at all what i intended to do. it's 1:30 am and i just came down from a much needed high. as my head cleared, i noticed that this fic was like, riddled with flaws, but i feel too good about this to second guess it and feel bad. anyways, this is heavily inspired by this fic that 🎻 anon sent in my asks, as well as a follow-up to this fic i wrote on @awlumii last year on kazuha's birthday. i hope you enjoy and please do let me know what you think! i could really use some feedback.

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There's a knock on your door. You stare at the entry to your apartment and think: "How mean would it be if I ignored them right now?"

In your defense, you've been giving out candy all day. All. Day. You figured that there would at least have been a lull in the early afternoon since children had school to attend, but no — you've been giving out candy to all ages from as early as 10:30 this morning. It's a good thing you stocked up on candy late last month, otherwise you would've had to ruin the days of some very enthusiastic trick-or-treaters. So after setting aside a bucket full of your favorites and giving out the leftovers until about 10 at night, you finally thought yourself ready to curl up on your bed with your softest blanket. You were halfway to dreamland when some monster started pounding on your door.

(So maybe you're exaggerating a little. But who could blame you? You're tired and you want to sleep.)

And so, here you sit, your legs half-tangled in your weighted fleece blanket as you glare at your door and hope that your unwanted visitor is telepathic and gets the message that you want them to leave. Scram! you think. You raise your voice in your head. Get out of here. Shoo! Begone!

…They knock again. (Kind of a dick move if they can read minds.)

The groan you let out is obnoxiously loud and is most definitely heard by whoever is on the other side of the door. You hoist yourself to your feet and trudge to the door, but you don't open it quite yet. Judging by the fact that this person has yet to say anything, you figure that they're old enough to know when their presence is not welcome and left.

Wrong. You're too optimistic. They knock again.

You sigh and once again, hope that the sound carries through the door. "Who is it?" You try to make yourself sound as unfriendly as possible. Considering how cranky you are, you don't have to try very hard.

"Trick-or-treat..?" The voice on the other side is muffled by the door, but also by something else. Fabric, probably. All you know is that their voice is deep enough to be an adult's.

You click your tongue. "Trick." You almost snicker. It's a little refreshing not doling out treats for once. "Go home."

"Can I at least give you a treat?" The person asks.

You blink. They didn't leave? "Pretty sure that's not how it works," you reply. "I give you treats and you… I dunno, TP my house or something."

"Yeah, well," the person at the door chuckles, "I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to say 'trick', either. Since you're breaking the rules, it's only fair that it's my turn, right?"

Well… Shit. They have a point.

Impressed by the stranger's reasoning, you hum. "Fine. Let me find my costume." You turn to gather your costume and notice that you can't find the full thing. You were so eager to get to bed that you didn't hesitate to drop the thing in the wash. Not wanting to make the stranger wait too long, you improvise. You blindly grab the mask and the blue throw blanket you have folded up on your couch and tie it around your shoulder like a cape. It's a shitty excuse for a costume, but you reason that your exhaustion is a good excuse. You swing open the door and cross your arms over your chest. "Alright, what do you got for-- Oh."

Standing on the other side of your door is none other than Spider-Man himself. The two of you stand in silence as you take in each other's appearances. Then, after what feels like forever, he speaks. "So… a cape, huh?"

You don't hesitate — you grab your door and swing the thing shut as fast as you can, but Spider-Man is faster, catching the door in his gloved hand. You turn your back to him. The mask is obscuring his face, but you already know what expression he has underneath. "Don't say a word." You warn him.

Spider-Man pays you no mind. You can feel him lifting your 'cape' as he inspects it. "Hmm… capes are kinda aerodynamic, but considering how dirty my enemies fight, I don't think that's a very good design choice." You can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice. "I'll give it a five out of ten."

"I said shut it!" You snatch your blanket out of his hands and march further into your apartment with Spider-Man's laughter following at your back. He walks inside and the door shuts behind the two of you. "Get the fuck out, webhead," you seethe. Your voice trembles with shame. "I didn't invite you in."

Spider-Man just walks around you to look you in the eye. "Come now, lovebug," he tilts your chin up with a finger, "you look cute wearing my mask."

You grumble and push his hand away as you struggle for words. You want to say something like, "this isn't what it looks like!" to try and save face, but there's no point in trying. This is exactly what it looks like.

Because the mask you'd been wearing for Halloween -- and the mask you haphazardly thrown on moments ago -- was none other than Spider-Man's mask.

To be fair, these things were a dime a dozen. The people of this city adore the vigilante. It was only natural that kids and adults alike would want to pretend to be him for a day, even if they had no powers like him. You're not exactly one of those people — you've seen firsthand just how brutal Spider-Man's job can be. You wouldn't trade your life for his even if you were offered money. But as you stared at the costume while shopping, you couldn't help yourself. There were obviously cooler, much more interesting costumes to choose from but this one just… called to you.

Hindsight is 20/20, after all. You should've ignored that calling.

Spider-Man takes your chin in his fingers and shakes your head side to side. "I never knew you liked me so much, lovebug. I'm touched."

You scoff. "Don't be."

"Y'know, if you wanted to wear my mask so badly, you could've just asked." Spider-Man leans in and presses a clothed kiss to your cheek. You consider yourself lucky; he can't possibly feel the burn of your cheeks through all that fabric.

You stammer. "Ha-ha. Very funny."

"What? I'm sure I have a back up somewhere." He eyes you for a moment. "You'd look good in it."

Against your will, you wonder if he's saying that he wants you to wear his clothes. Would he ever actually loan you clothes that he's worn? The thought makes your face burn hotter. "Why are you here?" You ask. Anything to change the topic.

Spider-Man chuckles, but plays along. "I haven't swung by in a few days," he says, "so I figured I'd try and surprise you as a trick-or-treater." He shrugs. "I wanted to do some reverse psychology thing where I could trick you into thinking I was just some guy in a costume so you would give me candy."

You process his words for a second. "Okay, first of all, you already are a guy in a costume."

He visibly deflates and places a hand over his chest. "Ouch, lovebug. What if you hurt my feelings?"

"Second of all," you continue, "do you have any idea how many Spider-Men I've seen today?"

"...Is that a serious question?"

"Don't be a smart ass."

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess twelve."

You pause. You actually aren't even sure if that's the right number or not. You lost count after three hours of giving out candy to cute kids.

"Am I right?" He asks.

"Who knows?"

Spider-Man huffs. "If there's that many of us around, then what am I even here for?" You giggle at his petulant behavior, and he makes another breathy sound, reminiscent of a stifled laugh. "Did you treat them the same way you treat me?"

"What?" His question takes you off-guard for a moment. You chortle. "Oh, definitely."

"You gave them band-aids and kicked them out, too?"

"Mhm." You cross your arms. "Just slapped a few on some pretend wounds and told them to get the fuck off my property."

The two of you laugh together for a moment. Once the laughter dies down, Spider-Man tugs at your cheek for a brief second. You let him get away with it for now. "You're so cute." He sighs and you can hear something somber enter his tone. "I was worried about you. It's been a week since I've seen you."

It has been a week, hasn't it? You may have been swamped with work at the hospital, but there was never a night that you didn't find yourself waiting on your balcony like an idiot in this chilly weather. You had faith that he was okay — the Daily Bugle printed something new about the "masked menace" every day this past week — but that didn't stop you from longing for his presence. Stories can't compare to the real thing, after all. You're far more taken with the masked vigilante than you'd care to admit to yourself.

You hum. "About time someone else did the worrying for once," you mumble jokingly. "It gets tiring worrying all by myself."

Spider-Man stays quiet. "I've been okay. A little worse for the wear for the past two days, but okay otherwise."

You reach for him instinctively. "Lingering pain isn't like you," you say, already in doctor-mode, "did something happen?"

"No, not like that. I've just been… sad. I guess." His confession is soft as he takes your outstretched hands in his own. He's been more vulnerable around you lately and you're not sure if that's good or bad. "It's been a rough couple of days, that's all."

You rack your brain. What could possibly be paining him that you don't know of? He's already told you that he tells you everything (within reason), so maybe it's something that you already know of? You furrow your brows as you dive deeper into your memory. Deeper, deeper… until you happen across a memory from just about a year ago.

The kiss you shared on your balcony close to midnight.

"Oh my God." You voice your incredulity aloud. "Oh my God! I missed your birthday!"

Spider-Man straightens his posture as he inhales sharply.

How could you have forgotten? He confessed to you on his birthday last year that you were the only person he had left in his life since he hated his birthday so much. October 29th was such a painful day for him — to think that you didn't stop for a second to wonder if he was okay that day. It's not like you would've been able to contact him of course, but what if he swung by after you'd fallen asleep? You should've at least left him a note or something.

"Don't beat yourself up over it, lovebug." The confidence is starting to bleed out of him, you notice. Spider-Man walks over to your couch and sits on the floor in front of it. "I'll be okay. It's not like I was going to celebrate or anything."

You move to the couch and adjust yourself so that the vigilante is between your legs. You two often assume this position when you're finished patching him up and too tired to goof around until he leaves. You would place your hands on his head and press your fingers into the fabric of his mask. Spider-Man told you once that the action was soothing, but you have yet to admit to him that it's your way of trying to conjure up an image of what his hair must look like underneath.

Like always, he gets himself into position, draping his arms across your legs. This time, however, he's looking up at you. You're not sure what expression he might be wearing.

"I wasn't saying that we should've celebrated," you say softly. "I'm just upset that you had to be alone. Are you sure you're okay?" You ask as you massage your fingers across the crown of his head.

He hums. "I am now. I promise."

"If you're ever feeling down, you know you can come and see me." Your words surprise the both of you, but you don't regret them at all. He always seems to be around when you need his company the most, so why shouldn't you do the same for him? Who else would? your mind unhelpfully supplies. "I may not be the best company in the world, but at least you won't be alone, right?"

Spider-Man moves so that he's on his knees facing you. He's so close to your face like this; you inch backwards to preserve your sanity. "You're the only company I need." He says it with so much conviction that you shiver. "But does this mean I'm getting special treatment?"

"What--? You mean from the other Spider-Men?" When he nods, you snort. "Yeah, I guess you do get V.I.P privileges. You get extra treats unlike everyone else."

"Extra?" He tilts his head. "But you haven't given me any candy at all."

You raise a brow. "All that's left is the candy I'm hoarding for myself. And before you ask, no, I'm not sharing any. Why don't you try actually trick-or-treating? People would probably give the city hero the best of the best."

He sinks a little lower, seeming defeated. "...Would you believe me if I said I tried that already?"

"Did it work?"

He's silent.

"...It didn't work, did it?"

"...No. They thought I was just some superfan."

Peals of laughter burst out of you at his admission. "So this is how they repay you, huh?" You say between giggles. "No faith and no candy? That's rough, buddy." You get the distinct impression that he's glaring at you, but that only makes you laugh harder.

Fed up with your insistence on laughing at his misfortune, Spider-Man taps your leg. "Since I get special treatment from you, can I ask for a few wishes?"

You wipe a stray tear from your eye. "I'm dressed as a superhero, not a magic genie."

"Please?"

"Fine, fine." You finally catch your breath. "You get two wishes.

"Not three?"

"I'm not a genie. Don't push it."

Spider-Man puts his hands up in defense. "Alright, two it is. The first is… let me stay with you for the rest of the night."

You shrug. Wouldn't be the first time. He's usually gone by the time you wake up, anyhow. "Granted. Next one's your last — make it count, bug boy."

Spider-Man doesn't react to your nickname. Instead, he just stares at you. A familiar sensation tickles up your spine. He's watching you; you know that stare all too well. "I think you know what I'm going to ask for next." His voice is deeper, smoother than it was mere moments ago.

You nod and he eases himself closer to you. You feel your heart pick up an unsteady rhythm and rather than kiss him normally, you lean in close and press your masked lips to his. He makes a surprised noise before he laughs and melts into the "kiss" all the same. When you pull away, he's still laughing. A very welcome change from the bitter smile you're sure he was wearing when talking about his birthday. "Consider that a freebie," you mutter.

"You're too kind," he chuckles.

Soon, your fingers come to the base of his mask to raise it just above his lips when he suddenly stops you. He reaches for your face and you feel something tug at the base of your neck. Somehow, you completely forgot you were wearing that stupid mask. "It's kinda funny," he half-laughs, "having to unmask you for once."

"You... You can't tell anyone about my identity, okay?" You tease.

Spider-Man rolls your mask up just enough to expose your lips and you do the same to him. Neither of you are sure who leaned in first, but you meet in the middle in a kiss that has fireworks bursting behind your lids. The two of you are greedy, pouring a week's worth of longing into the kiss. The mutual yearning is palpable, so much so that you can hear his breath hitch when you sigh. He rises to the couch slowly and without breaking the kiss, doing his best not to part from you for even a second.

You missed him. Oh, how you missed him — you missed how he would wrap a strong arm around your waist and pull you closer like it was nothing; how he would whisper his adoration for you between breaths; how he would chase after your lips whenever you would tease him with barely-there kisses. You missed the exhilaration, the thrill of knowing that you were the only one Spider-Man would ever treat this way. That you were his and he was yours.

He moves from your lips to your jaw, trailing kisses up to your ear and down to your neck. His pace is unhurried, though he seems eager to pull a reaction out of you. You give him what he wants whether you intend to or not. You press yourself closer to him in a silent request for more and he indulges you; his kisses become little nips, and the nips turn to bites as he starts to leave marks on your neck. He eases you back so that you're laying on your couch and he's hovering over you. The two of you stare at each other for a moment.

"Can I use my next wish?" His voice is rough. When you nod, he leans in once more. His uncovered lips brush against your ear as he whispers. "Let me give you a treat."

Something foreign yet familiar makes you shudder as you nod.

Spider-Man attacks your neck once again. Clearly he was holding himself back earlier, because every mark he leaves stings. He makes them dark and obvious, completely disregarding any warnings you may have given him on other days. You normally would tell him to ease up, to hide the marks that he so desperately wanted to leave on you. But now you let him do as he pleases. You gave him an inch and as expected, he took the mile. He soothes each one with a kiss and muffles your whimpers with his lips.

It takes a while before he's satisfied with his handiwork. Kazuha raises himself up with a shaky breath. Your wrists are in his hands and pinned against the couch. Looking down at you now, all flushed absolutely covered in his marks, he feels something uncontrollable stir within him. He has half a mind to tell you to close your eyes so he can take his mask off, but he refrains.

That's all he ever does when it comes to you. You, the greatest test of his endurance that he will ever encounter in his lifetime. No supervillain with any amount of underground connections or otherworldly technology will ever test his patience and restraint quite like you. For years, Kazuha has weighed the pros and cons of telling you who he is. He always wonders if you would still allow this, if you would still treat him like a lover if you knew who he was — if you knew that he's been lying to you. Though your reaction may not be guaranteed, it's a risk he's more than willing to take.

But he doesn't. Not tonight. Maybe another day when the time is right.

For now, Kazuha releases your wrists and sits himself up. He fixes his mask while you take yours off. You sit up and he watches as you ghost your fingers over each of your fresh hickies. You wince a little when you brush the one on the left side of your collarbone, above your heart. The silence that hangs in the air is evident, but not uncomfortable.

Then, you mutter. "I was supposed to give you a treat."

Kazuha reaches out and touches a hickey left on your pulse point. A sensitive spot for you – you shudder in response. He admires the lingering haze in your eyss. "You did. Thank you, lovebug."

✧ my goodness. @perpetualcynicism look at what you've done. you've reawakened a monster in me.

✧ edit: btw, the dividers belong to @cafekitsune!! thanks so much for making such beautiful dividers!

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #spidey!kazuha #spidey!kazuha x reader #WHEW.#tagging is a fucking nightmare i cant believe i did this all the time #but uh.. ta-da...#i feel so much better though #i had a horrible day at work so i got super high and then i read thing in my asks and then i cried and wanted to write about kazuha #i literally checked off every box #get high? ✅️ cry? ✅️ write about kazuha? ✅️✅️✅️#I FEEL SO FREE

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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warm-ups | sfw + rin + meeting

✭ tags ; established relationship, rin is a lovesick tsundere fool, fluff | ✭ wc ; 1.3k

✭ a/n ; im like two seconds away from taking rin off of my prompt wheels give someone else a chance im begging.

Ever since Itoshi Rin started dating you, nothing has gone his way.

Admittedly, he knows this is because he's had no control over the situation. It's a lesson he's been forced to learn so many times over it's starting to make him sick. He can't control his feelings no matter how tightly and how forcefully he holds onto them and that knowledge is something he resents everyday.

Even after aging out of his worst angsty teenage years, no amount of time has been able to soften his dislike for the idea of vulnerability. He was a sensitive, gentle sort of kid. After the incident with Sae (and the period of isolation from self-loathing that followed it), he wasn't really able to bounce back to that place. Sometimes it feels like a strange and vague dream that he only recalls when his mother reminisces about it.

The idea was in and of itself baffling. It wasn't like he was some patron saint back then either. He's always been single-minded in his own interest and involved more with his own shit than he was with other peoples.

The thing about feelings that Rin has always hated the most is how much they interact with other people. His feelings are his sure, but when things make him feel some kind of way, there's only so much he can do to snub them out. He can't get a grasp of them reasonably. They're so slippery and frustrating and agitating.

And he's tried for longer than he cares to admit to let go of them completely. But Rin, no matter how much he tries, can't be like Sae. That blasé attitude that makes everything seem like it rolls of Sae's shoulders isn't one Rin can afford. Even after some growing up and some growth and the begrudging friends he's made in the process - he never quite recovers from that truth.

At the very least, Rin figures it'd be easier if he could let himself be unaffected.

It doesn't work out that way, because when do things ever. And it becomes especially prominent in the process of falling in love.

How he's gotten into a relationship is a mystery he's yet to to solve. Rin can't think of any good reason you're dating him. Of course, if prompted he'll roll his eyes. But more candidly, he has no idea how that's worked out.

There's plenty about you that is objectively likable, though. You're nurturing and friendly and coaxing sometimes to the point of being pushy. In the process of getting to know you, he's been struck with how much you make him feel safe. Betrayal is a sore spot, he figures.

Rin trusts you with himself. He knows that even if everything burned to the ground tomorrow - you wouldn't ever air it out to the world. Not for a check or even if you hated him.

He has enough self-awareness to know that he's subpar in the emotions department. What you see in Rin is so often a mystery. Though when he works up the nerve to hint at reassurance, you kiss his cheek and sigh all lovey-dovey

("Dunno," You whisper, all warm hands and sweet touches. He hopes you don't ever figure it out "I can tell how much you love me though."

Rin scoffs. Of course he does. "You wish.")

He didn't fall in love with you on the path of least resistance. In fact, there are multiple instances where he outright sabotaged himself in the process. By being too cruel or too cold or callous.

But, because Rin never has things go his way, trying to leave it alone failed too. In fact every time you came back to him, he felt a feeling struck so deep in his heart that he couldn't look it in the face. Every time you came back and loved him so gently, he spoke a tiny and silent prayer.

Don't leave me too.

Not that Rin would ever admit that. To himself. To anyone for the record. But some part of him always hoped that he could keep you.

You've stayed, somehow. Long enough for your lives to become intertwined. He'd rather die before telling you he has to look at pictures of you before falling asleep on away games.

For better or for worse, it's all spiraled out of control. Now you're a year in and you live together. You even have a black cat (with blue eyes, which he has mixed feelings about.)

And right now, you're humming happily in his front seat and waiting to meet his friends. Something Rin would never in his entire life set-up on purpose.

But like he's said so many times before, things never work out how he wants them. And Isagi (like the backstabbing snake he is) has gone out of his way to invite you to lunch with his other teammates. Those guys are hardly his friends.

"I'm excited to meet your friends," You say, buzzing. He scoffs as he pulls into the parking lot, glancing over at you.

"They're not my friends."

"Rinnie. Baby, give it a rest. You spend more time with them than you do me, okay? Don't be silly."

Rin frowns, watching as you fix your appearance up in the mirror. He turns the ignition off and leans back with his arms crossed.

"Either way, I don't see why you're so excited."

"So I can get the autographs of a lot of handsome men who play soccer," You quip, knowing it's going to agitate him "Obviously because they're important to you. I want them to like me."

He thinks you're the last person that should ever worry about that.

"It doesn't matter to me what they think." He says, this time a little softer. You grin, pausing in your actions. You lean over the glovebox to nudge him and he turns himself to be close to you.

You're so close to him, smiling with all your teeth. He sighs.

"Aw, geez. You saying you don't care as long as you like me, right? How sweet of you."

Rin has to suppress a smile. He is disgusted with himself momentarily.

"I just think they're idiots." He lies, quite blatantly. You giggle, leaning forward. Your hand reaches up to the nape of his neck gently, sliding to his cheek. Your noses bump and Rin wants to turn the car back home and keep you all to himself. He wants to go home and sleep with you in his bed, with your cat rumbling around.

He wants to be all alone with you for an entire lifetime and he thinks it's gonna ruin him if he can't. He examines you closely. You look too nice for the general public to lay eyes on you.

"Don't be so mean, 'kay? Thanks, anyways, though."

You kiss Rin like you love him. Gingerly and playfully and whole-heartedly. Rin kisses back in the only way he knows how - clumsily and intensely and with the weight of a million unspoken desires. There's enough warmth in you for his cold, dead heart it seems.

And he is just not selfless enough to let go of it for any reason.

"You look pretty today," He says in a stupor, with just enough adoration in his system left to make him not wince. You grin big.

"You're so sweet to me."

Rin can be sweeter. Later, when you're home, he'll see if he can please you a little more.

He goes to kiss you one more time, but it gets cut short by a familiar screech.

"Everyone look! Rin is being all lovey-dovey."

The sound of Bachiras' voice makes a pang of irritation run through his entire body. He pulls away and glares through the window as his so-called friends crowd around his vehicle ooo-ing and aah-ing. He's going to fucking kill them.

He hears you from beside break out into a laugh then relents, just a little.

Nothing seems to go his way with you around, sure. But it's not like Rin particularly minds.

#warm-ups #itoshi rin x reader #bluelock x reader #itoshi rin fluff #rin x reader #rin fluff #writing tag #this is somft...

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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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I saw that you asked for crosshair requests, and I had an idea I figured I'd run by you in case it gave you any inspiration. I was thinking about a kind of friends to loves situation with crosshair and his casual flirting suggesting a friends with benefits situation, but the reader says no despite clearly being attracted to him, and when pressed confesses to being afraid of falling in love with him if they hook up. idk if that's smth you want to write, just hope you focus on stuff you want to do and don't burn yourself out :)

We Could Be More

Summary: Summary: You and Crosshair are friends, only the emotions are a little…more. You’re not really surprised when Crosshair comes to you with a proposition. Friends with benefits would make sense, it’s not as if the Empire will allow you more. You’re both surprised when you turn him down.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Word Count: 1577

Warnings: Discussions of a friends with benefits type situation, some adult discussion, Crosshair demands an explanation when the Reader says no, discussion of the lack of clone rights

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope this is close to the idea that you had. I had fun writing it, and I'm so glad that people are feeding my sudden, and surprising, crosshair obsession. RIP me.

You enjoy your job.

You’d enjoy it more if you had your own workshop, or even a workspace that wasn’t a small, unused, section of the ship.

Hell, at this point, you’d be happy with having a chair and a desk so you don’t have to sit on the floor while repairing the mouse droids. You’d also accept a cushion, or a thick blanket.

But no.

You have to sit on the floor with little mouse droids zipping around you while you make sure they work properly.

Still, you like working with droids. They’re easy. Easier than your co-workers.

Well, easier than most of your co-workers.

You flip the mouse droid back on its wheels, and it zooms around you, chattering happily. “Alright, you’re all set,” You say to the droid, “Watch out for more Admirals.”

The little droid chatters and then zooms out the tunnel that leads to your…hallway(?) and you sigh and stretch your arms over your head. Maybe if you send a very polite email to your supervisor you can get a desk…or at least a proper cushion.

“You know,” You yelp at the voice coming from the doorway, “I think you like those droids more than anyone else on this ship, kitten.”

“Don’t do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack,” You say as you press your hand over your pounding heart. And then you drop your hand and glance up at the much taller man, “I thought you were on a mission, Cross?”

“I was, and now I’m not. Funny how that happens.”

“Ooh, you think you're funny, don’t you?” You say with an amused grin on your lips.

“Funnier than most of the people on this ship, yeah.” Crosshair leans against the wall and slides down so he’s sitting next to you, his knees raised and his arms draped over his knees, “Busy morning?”

“Isn’t it always?” You ask with a sigh, “One of the mouse droids was in the way when a member of the Imperial Guard came though, and nearly crushed him to pieces.” You gesture to the side, “It’s over there, somewhere.”

“Bad luck.”

“Tell me about it.” You say with a sigh, “It’s going to take me days to rebuild it.”

“Hm.” Crosshair hums noncommittally. “What’s the Imperial Guard doing here?”

“Hell if I know. You think anyone tells me anything?” You ask with a grin.

“Nah, but I know the mouse droids pick up audio.” Crosshair replies.

“Crosshair, are you implying that I’m spying on my coworkers, because that would be very, very wrong of me.”

“Uh-huh.”

You keep his gaze for a moment, before a grin cracks your face, “Okay, apparently the Emperor’s ship needed repairs, some kind of space debris.” You shrug, “I dunno, I don’t work on ships, I work on droids.”

“Yeah, I don’t think they could fit a ship in your hallway.”

“Excuse you, this is my office, sir.”

“And you can’t even afford a chair, or a desk. Shame.”

You laugh and bump him with your shoulder, “Rude, maybe I like sitting on the floor.”

“Do you?”

“No. I think my butt is numb.”

Crosshair’s eyes glitter with mischief, “Want me to massage it for you?”

“I don’t think you’ve earned butt touching privileges.” You counter with a sniff.

“Shame. You have a really nice one. Very round and squeezable.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like a massage. It sounds like you just want to grope me.”

He shrugs, “Same thing.”

“Very different.” You correct him with a laugh.

“Not the way I do it.”

“Oh? You have a lot of practice then?”

“Well, I might be a little out of practice. I haven’t had the chance to practice my skills since the Republic fell.” Crosshair admits.

“Aww, poor thing. How ever will you survive?” You tease him lightly as a new mouse droid limps in and you grab it and flip it immediately.

“I have a pretty good idea,” Crosshair counters as he leans back against the wall, his gaze locked on you.

You hum thoughtfully as you examine the wheels.

You and Crosshair are friends, because that’s all the Empire will allow. It’s illegal for Crosshair to have relations with people. And actual relationships are out of the question. Which is a shame, you’d be interested in seeing where this, whatever it might be, could go if given the chance.

You pull a piece of metal out from the wheel well, and then set the droid back on its wheels, and it scurries away. “Sorry, you were saying?”

Crosshair stares at you, a small smirk on his lips. “I have a…proposition, of sorts, kitten.”

You arch a single brow, “Go ahead.”

His smirk grows, “When was the last time you got laid?”

Your face burns, “I’m not answering that.”

“Come on, kitten, it’s me.”

You fold your arms, “If you tease me even once-”

“I would never.”

“Yes, you will.” You grumble. Crosshair flashes, what he probably thinks is, an angelic look, and you huff and avert your eyes. “...fine, I’ve never actually-”

A broad grin crosses his face, “Kitten, are you a virgin?”

You scowl at him, “You heard me.”

He looks absolutely delighted, and you consider kicking him in the shin for half a minute. “That makes my proposition even better.”

“If you’re about to tease me-”

“How do you feel about a friends with benefits type situation?” Crosshair interrupts you.

Your words die on your tongue, and you blink at him, “...what.”

“You heard me.”

“I did, I’m just trying to process.” You admit, you hold up a finger, “I just told you that I’m a virgin, and you want a friends with benefits situationship. With me.”

“Did I stutter?”

“Just making sure I heard you correctly.”

“You did.”

You frown at him, rolling the idea around in your mind.

It’s not that you don’t want. Because you do. More than you’re ever going to put into words. Crosshair is so handsome and while he’s not kind, he is good. Good in a way that he doesn’t seem to see in himself.

You could love him, if you gave yourself the chance.

And you can’t risk that. You can’t risk him.

So, hating yourself a little, you focus your attention on him, “I’m flattered, Cross.” You say slowly, “But I think that’s a terrible idea.”

“Why?” His eyes narrow at you, “Because I’m a clone.”

“Of course not. That’s never been important to me.”

“Then what? You’re not attracted enough? I’m not nice enough?”

“Cross-”

“You didn’t flat-out refuse, you said it’s a terrible idea. Why is it a terrible idea?” Crosshair demands.

“Because.”

“Because isn’t an answer.”

“Because I’m afraid I’ll fall in love with you, and you’ll get hurt.” You say honestly.

Crosshair pauses, “...You’re going to have to explain that one to me.”

“I’m not dumb, Crosshair. I know it’s illegal for you to have sex with anyone. And it’s even more illegal for you to enter a relationship with someone. And the Empire isn’t the Republic, they will kill you before they’ll punish me.”

He leans back, his gaze calculating, “What if I said that I didn’t care?”

You frown at him, “I care, that’s enough for me.”

He leans in so that his face is only a few inches away from your own, “What if the Empire wasn’t a concern?”

You lean in as well, so that you're even closer, “You can’t bring down the Empire, Crosshair, you’re one man.”

“I could try, if you wanted me to.”

Your gaze softens, “As strong and broad as your shoulders are, that weight would still crush you, Cross.”

He searches your face for a moment, “What if we defected?”

“Please tell me you don’t want to defect simply so you can get laid?”

“I’m not dumb, it’s only a matter of time before they decommission me.” Crosshair says, “The Clones are expendable.”

Your hands curl into fists, your nails digging into the palms of your hands, “Cross-”

“So what do you say? If we defect, would you be willing to consider a friends with benefits relationship?”

“You’re impossible.”

“Hey, if I’m about to risk my life by running away from the largest government entity in the galaxy, I’d like to know if there are some perks on the other side.”

“Oh my god,” You push your hands through your hair, “Okay, fine. Yes. If we defected, and I knew you weren’t going to get yourself killed simply because you wanted to get your dick wet, then yes, I would agree to a friends with benefits relationship.”

He leans back, “Deal. We leave tonight.”

“Do you have a plan?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Is it a good plan?”

Crosshair just smirks, “How many mouse droids can you call back right now?”

“...all of them, why?”

“Call them back, we’re going to rig them to blow up.”

Your jaw drops, “My babies-”

He rolls his eyes, “You have a better suggestion?”

“...no…”

“Great. Then get started. I’m going to come and get you tonight. We’re going to escape on one of the smaller ships.” Crosshair says.

“And go where?”

“Pabu.”

“I have questions.”

“My batch mates live there.”

“...I have even more questions.”

“They can wait.” Crosshair leans over to you and lightly kisses your temple, “You have work to do, kitten. I’ll see you tonight.”

And then Crosshair is gone, and you’re left feeling like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.

#star wars #tbb #tbb crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #18+ fic #answered asks

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datesinredink · 2 months

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General yandere Danny Phantom headcanons

Definitely overprotective, I mean, c'mon, have you seen what he deals with daily? Boys got trauma

Really really hesitant about letting you fight ghosts with him- can be convinced but if you ever get hurt beyond something like scraped knees he’s not letting you ghost hunt again

If you break a bone may god forgive whatever poor ghost hurt you because he sure won’t

Anyway, he's also really sweet. It's almost sickeningly sweet at times

Bro is smitten. He tries to do cute stuff with you when he’s not busy with ghosts but unfortunately he doesn’t get a break very often

By the way, you're gonna have to deal with some degree of manipulation. He swears he’s just trying to convince you to make the better choice, but honestly who is he kidding. For the most part at least he’s trying to keep you to himself. Maybe he’ll be ok with Sam hanging around you, but Tucker is standing on thin ice.

Moving on. Of course he's gonna take advantage of his ghost powers to stalk you we’re talking about a yandere au

Also leaves little trinkets that he either found in the lab or made himself around your house. You don't know who's leaving green and white bracelets in your room or how they got in while all the doors and windows were locked but you sure wish they’d go away

I think he’d be kinda touch starved tbh. Am I crazy? Maybe. Am I projecting here a little. Most likely.

Usually has a hand on you somewhere- shoulders, hand, back, whatever. He's just really physically affectionate

Won’t kill anyone, but isn't above harassing people to make them go away

Gets really possessive when he’s jealous but also you’re gonna have to strangle it out of him if you wanna know why he gets really weird around any one person

Not all that quick to jealousy though!!! Maybe mild annoyance but usually not much further than that

One way to trigger it though is if you’re fine with him being touchy/are affectionate with him and then are the same way towards someone else. He may convince himself you're leading him on

Kinda goes by the logic of ‘well he’s best friends with Sam but he's not like THAT with HER so why would you be so affectionate with some other guy’

He does not grasp the idea that maybe you're more comfortable with physical affection with others than him. He should work on that.

End note here because this is kinda long, i’m running out of things to put here, and I’ve been working on this for something around 3 nights, kudos to the… *checks tag* one person who’s semi active in the yandere danny phantom tag. I dunno how you managed to come up with stuff without any other people to add fuel to the idea fire here, but great job. I could never.

#yandere danny phantom #danny phantom x reader #danny phantom #woooo first writing post here #I apologize for any typos I wrote this near exclusively at night and during school

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itwasthereaminuteago · 10 months

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|| Engagement ||

Matt Murdock x gn reader

Tags/warnings: mild angst, mild smut, meta, sorry not sorry I had to!!! 😂

As always, I adore and appreciate any comments, reblogs, etc and I'm extremely thankful to you for reading my fics!

Matt's arms tighten around you as you lie snuggled up together in bed. He can pick up on your disconnected mood from your elevated heart rate and the way he hears your breathing change every time you think about saying something and then stop yourself.

"You know you can talk to me, if something's wrong." He says quietly.

You take a deep inhale, sighing it out as you nuzzle into his t-shirt at his shoulder. "I know," you reply, choosing to ignore the invitation to unload.

He pushes a little harder in response. "Sweetie, you've been off for a while now, you think I hadn't noticed?"

"Urgh. It's stupid."

He turns his head to kiss you on the top of your head, giving you another squeeze. "I'm sure it's not, and talking about might help? If you want."

You huff out another sigh. "I dunno, I've kind of talked it over with others but it doesn't seem to make any difference. I'm not sure it's something I can fix."

Concern washes over Matt's features. "Is– is it something I've done? Or not done?" He gently takes your face in his hands. "Sweetheart, you'd tell me if it was me wouldn't you? I'd want you to."

You smile, bringing your hand up to stroke through his soft, messy hair. "Of course I would, and no it's nothing you've done, so don't fret."

The worry melts from his brow. "Alright, but c'mon, try me. I'm sure we can do something about whatever it is that's got you down."

"Well… it's work related. I'm not getting anywhere near as much feedback on my stuff as I used to. You know how in the creative sector we kinda thrive on others sharing our work to bring it to the attention of others? I've been feeling for a while now that the sense of community that we had has just sort of disappeared. People don't seem to want to interact that much with what we make."

Matt groans. "Baby, is this about the lack of reblogs on Tumblr again? "

You can't help frowning. "It is." You admit.

He smiles and rolls over to cage you underneath him. "I could make you forget about it, for a while at least?"

"Matty!" You push him off with a frustrated sigh. "Are you honestly trying to distract me with sex? You know how important this is to me."

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't mean to trivialise the issue, I just thought I could take your mind off it, maybe make you feel better."

"So kind and selfless of you…" you smirk as he starts to kiss along the column of your neck.

"I try." He smiles. "Anyway, you were saying? And I'm gonna keep kissing you."

"Fine. Okay, so I know that I should create for myself and not for other people…"

"But it's nice to get some recognition, right?" You nod as Matt holds himself over you again continuing to make his way down your neck towards your collarbones.

"Right. I really do appreciate the likes, but if people are just 'liking' my work without sharing it, that means it just ends up dead in the water. No-one else really gets the chance to enjoy it."

"Any idea why they are not sharing?" Matt asks, lightly stroking your side.

"I dunno, maybe they're not familiar with how the site works, that it doesn't have an algorithm? Maybe they're embarrassed to let other people see what they're looking at? Especially if it's something a bit risqué."

Matt hums. "Yeah but didn't you tell me before that they could just create a sideblog that's not associated with their main account, and reblog things they like using that and no one would be any wiser?'

"Exactly! And anyway, it's not like everyone doesn't enjoy looking at and reading porn…"

Matt lifts his head up, a slight sly smile pulling up the corner of his mouth. "Mm true. So what else are you sad about?"

You sigh again. You can't seem to stop yourself.

"Well, people aren't commenting on works either. There's rarely any discussion, I mean even just a manic keyboard smash would be amazing for an artist to see in their notifications, but there's barely even that anymore. Commenting on a stranger's fan works is so much fun, it can really bring people together!"

"That's how a great community grows isn't it?" Matt asks you.

"Yep, and you end up making so many friends you would never have thought. I miss that aspect of it a lot."

Matt's swiftly moving down to lavish attention over your chest, and you momentarily lose your train of thought as his lips brush over your nipple. "And have you brought people's attention to this problem?"

"Of course! Many other creators have explained why reblogs and sharing are so important in eloquently written PSAs, but I guess that the target audience must not see them because they're perhaps only looking at the stories and fanart from tags and they maybe don't see the other dashboard posts. I dunno."

Matt starts to lick an achingly slow intimate path down your stomach and you feel heat spreading throughout your body, your heart rate now elevated for quite a different reason. Then suddenly, he stops.

"Have you thought about maybe incorporating the message into one of your creations? Maybe that might reach the intended audience better."

You close your eyes as you consider the idea. He shifts further down the bed and you allow him to spread your thighs apart and slot his shoulders inbetween.

"Mm, well… that's- actually that's a good idea. I mean, it can't hurt to try, can it? You're the devil on my shoulder Matty."

"Exactly. But leave it till tomorrow sweetheart. Right now this devil wants to make you feel good."

You bite down on your lip as he flashes you a smoldering look before ducking down to make good on his promise.

#matt murdock x you #matt murdock x gender neutral reader #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock smut #reblog fics and art!!!#comment on stuff!#make friends and keep the community going! 😊#thank you thank you!

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peach-and-bugs · 10 months

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Could you do an adult Van x reader with 10? Where the reader was in the crash and takes their niece to the video store nearby where she lives not knowing that Van works there.

🧡While You Were Streaming - Van Palmer x fem!Reader🧡

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disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Summary: You're niece who's staying with you for a while convinces you to go into a store you haven't visited before in town only for you to meet a familiar face

Warnings: mention of divorce

Word Count: 2,073

A/N: Hello Loves! I finally got another fic for Van finished! Ya'll seem to really love how I write her and that makes me extremely happy because I adore my tall ginger autistic butch lesbian so much! This was such a cute request to write because I adore writing about kids and I think this gave a taste of what Aunt Van is like. but that's all I've got for right now! As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 🧡

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You loved your eight-year-old niece. You truly did, and noone could get you to say otherwise. But after this long weekend of her staying over, you felt like you were at your wits' end, but in no way was it her fault. Your sister was going through a messy split with her husband and had passed their daughter off to you so she didn’t need to be around listening and watching everything happen. But this meant you had to care for and occupy your niece on top of working from home and you’d both started to develop a bit of cabin fever. So, you'd gone on a walk together under your big umbrella due to the sprinkling of rain coming down.

You’re niece, Addy, was excitedly running ahead on the sidewalk, jumping into puddles and soaking her sneakers with the biggest smile on her face. You couldn’t help but smile yourself. Her mood had been very up and down these last few days due to everything going on at home. It was good to see her smile.

“Hey! Auntie y/n! What’s that store?” Addy yelled. She’d run up ahead and stood at the corner of the street, pointing to a standalone shop in town. You squinted, readjusting the umbrella that obstructed your view of the shop as you caught up to her. She waited patiently as you read the sign across the street.

“While You Were Streaming” you read out loud, a tone of consideration in your voice.

“What kind of store is it?” Addy asked as she took your hand.

“Pretty sure it's a video store,”

“What’s a video store?” She looked up at you with a funny furrow on her brow. Addy was young enough that she’s probably never seen a vhs tape in her life.

“When your mom and I were growing up we didn’t have tv like you do. If we wanted to watch a movie, we had to borrow it from the library or a video store,” you tried your best to explain. Addy stared at the store from across thoughtfully, like she was trying to wrap her little head around the whole idea.

“Can we go in?” She didn’t look up at you when she asked. You couldn't help but smile, trying to suppress a small chuckle.

“I dunno how interested you’d be, hun,” She looked up at you with a confident look that also seemed mildly offended.

“Please,” She began to pout and there was no way you could tell her no now. You smiled and nodded, pushing the button for the crosswalk beside you.

“We’ll do whatever you like, baby,” You felt Addy excitedly squeeze at your hand and start to tug at you to walk when the crosswalk turned on and no cars were coming. Her little feet splashed on the concrete of the street as you hustled to follow her. She began to bounce up and down as you approached the store, waiting as patiently as she could for you to shut your umbrella so she could run inside.

Upon entering the store there was a jingle of a bell on the door and you felt like you’d been thrust back to your senior year of high school in ‘96. The walls were lined with mounted records, VHS tapes, and other vintage memorabilia. Noone was in the main room, though they were open, so you decided to stay close to Addy till someone did show up, not wanting them to be alarmed by an eight-year-old running a muck through their store. Addy stood still for a moment, looking around the shop with mesmerized eyes.

“Wow! This is so cool!” she gushed before a shelf of vintage toys caught her eye. “Oh, look at this auntie!” she squeaked, pressing her fingers to the glass as she pointed to an old strawberry shortcake doll. You chuckled and followed her, leaning down to her level to look into the case.

“Yeah, I had one just like it growing up,” you murmured.

“Really?” you nodded.

“She smelled like strawberries,” Addy whispered with mesmerized eyes, turning back to the doll. You heard a rustling sound in what you assumed was the back and stood up fully, but stayed at Addy’s side. After a minute there was some loud bumbling in the back till a figure emerged with a large box in hand with another box stacked on top. They were on the other side of the room, clearly attempting to move the boxes through the crowded shop with little success.

“Need a hand?” you offered as they stumbled a bit. You could see them try and catch a look at you from behind the box before letting go of a sigh.

“Um, yeah. I could I think,” you patted Addy’s shoulder, silently letting her know to stay put before moving to take the second from who you could only assume was the store owner.

“Where do you want it?” you asked while taking the box.

“Just over by the register is fine,” you'd already started to turn away from them as they spoke, so you missed their face. You carried the box to the register as instructed and placed it on the floor. They followed and did the same and it wasn’t till you stood back up, brushing loose hair from your eyes that you froze. “Holy shit,” the redhead said, running a hand through her hair as she looked you up and down.

“Van?” you could barely make out her name from surprise. She looked too different. So much older.

“Yeah, in the flesh,” she wet her lip and gave you a familiar stupid grin that had you chuckling. She stepped forward and offered her arms open. You tentatively moved forward and hugged her. She still hugged the same. “Damn, how long has it been?” she asked, her hands resting comfortably on your biceps as you moved back from the hug. You felt yourself grow shy under her eyes.

“Probably about 25 years,” you scoffed, running your fingers behind your ear as she moved her hands to her hips with a nod.

“So, how've you been? What are you doing here?” she moved behind the register and leaned down, pulling tapes out of the boxes you'd helped move.

“I moved into a place just outside of town a couple months ago now,” She smiled, stopping what she was doing and leaning casually against the counter with a tilt of her head.

“Huh, small world, it’s it,” You shrugged and nodded your head, lips parted to continue talking till a small force shoved into your side.

“y/n look at this!” Addy ran up to you again with a book in her hands. It looked like an encyclopedia of old toys maybe. You smiled, running your hand over her hair.

“That’s very cool, baby,”

“They’re are a tone of other ones too! Can I keep looking?” she asked with a big smile. She excitedly scampered away and you turned back to Van who has a surprised expression.

“You had a kid?” she had a wicked smile on her face as she asked, as though the thought of you as a mother was bewildering. You scrunched your nose and rolled your eyes, walking closer to the counter.

“Oh, please. When have I ever come across as a person that takes any interest in children to you?" Van’s eyes sparkled with familiarity.

“I can’t believe you remember that,” she chuckled, recalling the time back when you were teenagers and you were telling her all about being forced to watch your little cousins at an old family reunion.

“My mind’s a steel trap,” you quipped, turning to check on Addy, who was flipping through another book. “But no, she’s my sister's kid. She’s staying over for the weekend,”

“That’s gotta be fun,” Van said, continuing the conversation as she organized her tapes. You leaned on the counter with crossed arms and sighed.

“It is, but I wish it was under better circumstances,” Van’s eyes traced over you, inviting you to keep going. “My sister’s stuck in this messy divorce. She didn’t want Addy seeing it if it got ugly,” Van hummed in understanding and her lips flickered into a frown. Just then Addy ran up again with something new in her hand.

“Auntie! Look at this,” she proudly held up an old wonder woman comic book wrapped in plastic in her hands. “It’s just like the ones daddy has!” she squealed. Van smiled, leaning across the counter with crossed arms.

“You a wonder woman fan?” she asked. Addy paused, getting nervous till you ran your hand across her back and smiled down at her.

“Addy, this is my friend, Vanessa,” Your niece perked up realizing Van wasn’t actually a stranger and she grinned again.

“Yeah! Daddy showed me her movie and it was awesome!” Van chuckled, her eyes darting up to you and then back to Addy.

“She was one of my favorite heroes growing up too,”

“You wanna get that, baby?” you asked Addy, patting her back.

“Really? Can I?” You smiled, nodding as you gestured for her to hand you the comic. She instead slid it onto the counter towards Van, but before ringing you up, Van held up a finger, asking you to wait a moment while she slipped into the back. She returned quickly with another comic in hand. She started ringing you up, but she didn’t scan the second comic she’d grabbed. She bagged everything, pausing with the second comic in hand, and smiled at Addy, giving her a wink.

“On the house,” she murmured, adding the comic to the bag. You gave her your card, finishing up the purchase. Van additionally nudged a bowl of candy next to the register toward Addy. Your niece looked up at you and you gave her a nod letting her know it was ok. She grabbed a lollypop and snatched the bag from your hand.

“Addy, wait for me,” You called after her as she pushed the door to the shop open, making the bell ring again.

“Can I sit on the bench?” she pointed to a bench sitting right in front of the shop's window.

“Alright, but don’t move,” She nodded and rushed outside, letting the door ring the bell again as it shut. You turned your attention back to Van. “thanks for that. It was very nice,” you nodded your head in the direction Addy had run out. Van shrugged, leaning on the counter behind her with crossed arms.

“It’s no problem. Sometimes I’d rather give something away to someone who’ll love it rather than someone who’s gonna stuff it in a box,” She paused, eyes training on you, studying you with a hard, yet warm intensity. “It’s really nice seeing you,” she finally said. Her eyes darted up your face, meeting your eyes again. You weren’t sure what part of you she’d fixated on prior, but you couldn’t mind it.

“I could always see you again…” you dared, speaking on impulse rather than thought. The redhead’s smile flickered and without a word, she reached for something tucked behind her register. She brought out a Post-it note and a pen and started scribbling, then she handed the note to you. In her chicken scratch handwriting, you read what you had to assume was her number.

“Don’t leave me hanging,” she smiled as she spoke, but there was a shyness to her words, as though despite the bold confidence she always carried, she was nervous you wouldn’t reciprocate. You held the note in your hands and had to stifle your grin.

“Have I ever?” You managed to quip back. Van’s smile relaxed and she shook her head with a warm laugh that you’d almost forgotten.

“No. No, you haven’t,” You were forced to say your goodbye's after that, reassuring Van you would indeed call. Addy sat politely on the bench, lollypop stick poking out of her mouth as she kicked her legs which dangled off the edge of the bench. She looked your way as she heard the door bell ring ans stood, reaching out to take your hand. the ran had stopped so you no longer needed your umbrella.

"Did you miss your friend, Auntie?" she asked you as you crossed the street. you stayed quiet for a beat, fingers still clutching the post it, now tucked away in your pocket.

"yeah, I did miss her,"

#◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ kay's at it again♡#yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets x reader #vanessa palmer #vanessa palmer x reader #van palmer #van palmer x reader

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melanieph321 · 2 months

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Ruben Dias/Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader - Dark Rivarly Part 9/15

⚠️WARNING⚠️

*Violence

Part 10 and 11 are already out on my Patreon!

Reader is Trent Alexander Arnold's twin sister. The two have been inseparable since childbirth, more so now when Reader is fresh out of university looking for a job, crashing at her brother's place whilst doing so. One day Reader gets a job offer that she cannot refuse, however it would mean working for her brother's biggest rival in football, Ruben Dias.

Enjoy!

Man City vs Liverpool. It was a disaster bound to happen. Perhaps the exact reason why Jennifer begged to tag along as you and your family gathered for a spectacular afternoon at the Etihad Stadium. The atmosphere was unmatched, the crowd giddy for what's to come. You however, couldn't stop biting your nails in agony.

"Doesn't Ruben want you sitting near his bench, why are you on Liverpool's side of the stands?"

"Because..." You said, gritting your teeth for Jenny to keep her voice down. "Only you and grandma know I'm dating Ruben."

"You seriously haven't told your parents yet? Trent I understand, but don't you think the rest of your family would be more accepting?"

"No." Was your answer. Your grandma seemed to have come to terms with the situation, but only because she had seen first hand how much you cared about Ruben and he you. He would usually drop you off at the apartment after work and was not afraid to greet grandma at the door. He would greet her with a smile on his face and fondly ask about how her day went and if business at the shop was going good. It was not an act to win her over, grandma would've seen right through that. Ruben was just genuinely a polite person who was raised right by his parents. However, you strongly believed that despite how well raised he was, it would be hard for your parents to look past the fact that Ruben played for Manchester City, the team that had robbed them of so much joy.

"I dunno?" Jenny said, after hearing you out. "That altercation between your brother and Ruben was a long time ago, don't you think they're over it by now? If I were Trent I would be, how else is he gonna be able to focus on today's game if he still got his head wrapped around what's happened in past games?"

"Trust me." You said. "If there is something my brother can do, it's to hold a grudge."

You sat back in your seats as the Liverpool crowd, including your parents, started singing. The game was about to begin.

Despite having the majority of the crowd on their side, Man City struggled to control the game. Liverpool was fighting back with their supporters chanting them on.

"We are the Scousers

The cocks of the north!"

"We hate Man United

And City of course!"

"We only drink whiskey

And bottles of brown

The Liverpool boys

Are in town!"

"Na na na na na na na na!"

"What's wrong sweetheart, why aren't you singing along?" Your mother nudged your shoulder, seeing as you were biting your nails rather than singing along with the crowd.

"Yeah, Y/N why aren't you singing along?" Jenny smiled.

You threw her an evil glance. The lump in your stomach grew heavy as you turned your attention back to the game. Ruben looked furious. It was a bad game for him. Liverpool had managed to get two goals past his defense. The worst part was that one of those goals had been done by Trent, who was now getting cocky with the support from the crowd.

"Here he goes, here he goes!" Your dad alerted.

It was another corner shot from Liverpool, taken by Mac Allister. The ball flew past all the city players' heads, landing right on top of Virgil van Dijk's, who butted the ball to the ground for Trent's foot to tap it into the goal.

"3-0!"

The Liverpool crowd were on their feet, celebrating like maniacs. The game ended with the standing result as the referee blew his whistle.

"What a game! Let's celebrate." Your dad suggested, as your family followed the stream of people leaving the stadium.

"We have to wait for Trent." Your mother said.

"Don't worry bub, he'll meet us at the restaurant. Jenny, you said you knew a place?"

"Sure. I know a place not too far away from the shop."

"Great, let's go!"

Your family and Jenny walked ahead but you were hesitant to leave.

"Y/N, you coming?"

You shook your head. "I...I should stay. Wait for Trent. He might not know the way to the restaurant."

"Suit yourself." Your dad shrugged. "Just don't let him hold you up in the locker room, the guys might take a while."

"I'll be alright." You said, ignoring the looks that Jenny and Grandma threw your way. You were left standing in the middle of the stadium parking lot, but not the public one, the one close to the gates where fans waited in hopes of spotting their favorite player.

"I'm outside." You texted, not Trent but Ruben. You felt a need to check on him after such a tough game.

"Be there in five." He replied.

And so you waited. And waited.

Fans scattered after having their jerseys signed by City players, they were the first people to leave the building.

"Hey."

There was a light tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Ruben, looking defeated and exhausted from the game.

"Hey." You smiled. "Tough game?"

"Don't mock me."

You frowned. "I'm not mocking you."

He sighed, and brought you in for a hug. "I bet your family enjoyed the game though."

"Ruben. " You pulled back to look at him.

"I'm just saying." He shrugged. "It's not like they were cheering for me."

"I was cheering for you."

"Were you?

"Yes Ruben. Believe it or not but I was."

He was grumpy, kicking something invisible on the ground. "Are you coming with me or are you headed somewhere?" He raised his head to look at you.

You sighed. "My family is celebrating at a bar in town."

He snorted. "Of course they are."

You rolled your eyes. "They're here for the weekend, Ruben, what am I supposed to do? And don't make me choose between you and my family because that would be incredibly unfair."

Ruben's shoulders withered, realizing what he was making you do. "I...I'm sorry." His gym bag dropped to the ground as he reached out his arms to you. You stumbled into his warm embrace and stayed there, letting Ruben sway you in his arms. "I never meant to make you choose between me and your family." He spoke against your temple. "Just having you like this is a privilege enough for me."

Your arms wrapped tighter around Ruben's waist. He was yours to keep.

"And you didn't hear this from me...but I guess your brother played a pretty good game."

You gasped, pulling out of the hug. "Was that....a compliment I heard?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Nah ah, don't be shy now Dias, I think you just compliment your fellow rival."

He wiggled out of your grip to hide his smile.

"Are you proving to be the bigger man, is that what this is?"

"The biggest." He nodded. "Bigger than any other man you've been with."

You laughed as he railed you in, attacking your neck with wet kisses.

"Stop it Ruben, it tickles."

He mumbled against your skin. "Not until you admit that I'm the biggest you've ever had."

"Never."

"No?"

"Aaaah, Ruben." You squealed as his arm went under your legs, swooping them up under you as he lifted you up in his arms, twirling you around, bridal style.

"Ruben, please"

"Admit it."

"No, hahahah."

"You fucking....get off her!"

Suddenly you were tackled to the ground, with Ruben trying his best not to let you hit the concrete before him. Recovering from the initial fall you looked up to see Trent, towering over Ruben with a fuming look on his face.

"Have you lost your mind?" Ruben shouted. "She could have gotten hurt." He shot to his feet, pushing Trent back two steps.

"What are you doing, touching my sister?" Trent pushed back, but didn't have as much impact on Ruben who was bigger.

"Guys, stop it!" You got up from the ground trying to come between them. A big mistake, because as Ruben wrapped a hand around your waist, checking to see if you had hurt yourself from the fall, Trent saw red.

"Trent!"

You screamed as he swung at Ruben, the blow of his fist striking Ruben on the nose, making him bleed. You stepped back as Ruben rushed your brother, tackling him to the ground, raising himself to tower over him as he delivered equally as bone crushing punches.

"Ruben stop!" Your voice broke, your desperate shouts alerting the people around you, players and staff from both teams, rushing to disrupt the fight.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Ruben's friend John was one of the first people on the scene, grabbing a hold of Ruben, pulling him off of your brother. It was a horrific scene with medical staff from both teams rushing to check on Trent. It was heartbreaking for you to see him like that, bloody in the face and knocked out on the ground, all in the hands of....

"Y/N?"

You flinched as someone grasped your arm. It was Ruben, who looked terrified at the way you reacted when he touched you. "It's me, don't be..." He reached out again, your eyes darting at his bruised knuckles. Luckily John was quicker. "Let her go, let her..." He looked at you, seeing the terror in your eyes. "I'll take him home. You stay with your brother."

You nodded. "Okay."

He escorted Ruben across the parking lot, the two of them driving away in the night. Whilst the medical staff alerted for the ambulance to come, you brought your phone to light, dialing Grandma's phone number with trembling hands. She picked up after the second tone.

"Y/N?"

"Grandma?" You sniffled, phone pressed to your ear. "It's all my fault....."

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #ruben dias x reader #football angst #ruben dias imagine #liverpool fc #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander arnold

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snarky-magpie · 15 days

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20 Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀꜱ

Thanks for the tag, @fiendishfyre! 1. How many works do you have on A03? 16 published, 9 hidden.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 673,850. I don't have a problem. No sir.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Harry Potter atm, original, and Voltron (formerly, lol).

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? 1. PS. I Hate You. 2. Many Happy Halloweens 3. Catching Crows 4. Call Me By My Name 5. Stealing The Seeker (my first HP fic, yay)

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, to every single one unless they're rude (they usually aren't). I spend way too much time online and love to talk about my stories.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? None, really. I mostly write HEA. I am planning an MCD fic, but I don't know if I'll find the strength to actually write it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Definitely PS. I Hate You. The epilogue will give you diabetes.

8. Do you get hate on fics? No, I'm not famous enough for hate. Most people in the fandom have been lovely. I've only got hate from prongsfoot shippers for saying there's a way to enjoy both jegulus and prongsfoot without hating on the other (ironically). Soured me on the whole ship pretty fast, though.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes, but mostly for Voltron. I only have one smutty HP fic. I do love writing it, though, and I've got an explicit jegulus story in the works.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Tried Voltron x Wednesday, and it was a really cool experience, but I gave up due to a lack of readership.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Tried to, with one of my betas. Got as far as two chapters.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Jegulus jegulus jegulus jegulus jegulus (I'm normal about them)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Of Bluebells and Deception. Don't look for it, it's one of the hidden ones.

16. What are your writing strengths? Insert the meme 'you people have strengths?' Dunno. Based on what people say, I'm funny? Yeah, it comes as a shock to me too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Timeline consistency. Please, if you love me, never check if the dates, years, and ages of the characters align. Also, descriptions, and I tend to overdo it with internal monologues.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I write everything in another language since my first language is Czech. It's tough and gives me permanent impostor syndrome.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Voltron: Legendary Defender

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Ironically, my least popular one (by a long shot). Moorland Skies. Tagging: @courfee @thebibutterflyao3 @howmanyfrecklesdoyousee @starlightvld (No pressure, of course!) And whoever else wants to play.

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #dead gay wizards #the marauders #ao3fic #prongsfoot #fic asks

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chang-bunnie-bini-bop · 3 months

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hiraeth • seo changbin [part three]

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✰ pairing - roommate!changbin x fem!reader

✰ warnings - some swearing, reader is harassed non-consensually but it's all okay in the end :c

✰ word count - 2.9k

✰ notes - lol i don't know how to feel about this one it's literally crap. also the picture yes they are fucking hot

✰ tags - @hyunjinslittlestar @dunno-wut-to-do @caticorn61

✰ sypnosis: after setting some boundaries with changbin, somehow you coincidentally find out his secret.

hiraeth - the longing for a home that you cannot return to, or never was.

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You knew it was probably wrong to follow your roommate through college, but when you find out he’s been hiding things from you, what choice did you have?

Changbin turned the corner, talking to Jisung and completely unaware of your current situation.

He was stopped by Chan, and the three headed off somewhere.

You decided that it was enough, and you wandered off towards your classroom.

The confusions only increased as Changbin disappeared off for random parts of the day, whether it was early morning, during the day, or late at night.

Worried would be an understatement. You didn’t know whether he was okay or not, and the apartment felt emptier than ever.

Does he not want to be around me?

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“Go outside. Don’t just sit around in here.” The mom barged into the room, scaring the living hell out of the poor girl, who was clearly deathly scared of loud noises.

“What? What are you hiding to make such a big reaction to me coming in? Keep the door open. And you better study something. Or else.” The older woman threatened, walking out the door and leaving the girl to bask in her thoughts.

“I SAID, GET OUT!” The mother screeched at the girl, who got up from the desk and ran to the front door.

She wandered the streets for a little while, not wanting to talk to people, much less make friends.

Going home for another half an hour wasn’t an option.

The girl knew that someday she would regret not making friends.

People always told her that it was difficult at first.

To her, it seemed impossible. She would end up alone. All alone.

She bit back tears as she remembered her old friends, and how they had ditched her once she had finally opened up to them.

They had blocked her, and she felt more alone than ever.

No one. No one to open up to, to explain the bitter truth of her problems. Nobody to trust, to believe in.

Maybe, she was destined to be this way.

Alone.

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You stopped by the grocery store on the way back to the dorms from the library.

Wandering around through the isles, you selected many necessities, including food and medicine.

You stopped in front of a specific item; Changbin’s favorite cookie snack.

You immediately grabbed multiple packets, witt how much he was working, he clearly needed his energy, which was also sugar.

You almost giggled at the thought of him having a sugar rush last time, running around the apartment with you chasing him down.

It was almost…fun.

You knew that Seo Changbin was a major health freak, and that he would never have too much sugar, but there were sometimes where he really needed it.

Grabbing a few more of Changbin’s favorite snacks and making your way to the checkout counter, pulling out your wallet to pay for the items.

“Need me to pay for them, pretty?”

Your heart nearly stopped. You froze in your position, turning slightly in fear.

A group of three men, all smoking and clearly drunk, laughed at your state of fright.

“U-Um…sir…i’m a minor.” You informed him, glancing at the cashier for help.

However, he just smirked at you instead.

“How old ‘re you?” The drunk guy slurred, stumbling towards you, prompting you to take a couple steps back.

“I’m 17.” You whimpered. “That’s plenty.” The guy grunted, limping towards you.

You immediately turned and ran without a second thought, hiding behind a column of wall that was inaccessible to the public.

You didn’t care about how much trouble you would get into later.

Terrified, you pull your phone out of your hoodie pocket.

Immediately calling Changbin, you gasp as you hear a container getting knocked over in the next isle.

Praying that he would pick up, you sank to the floor to hide more effectively.

Your call was immediately sent to voice mail.

You called Jisung and Chan; neither of them responded either.

Finally, you called Mina, who picked up immediately.

Frantically, you explained the situation to her, and she told you to hang on; she was one her way.

Five minutes passed, and a hand grabbed your shoulder. Alarmed, you almost scream before breaking into sobs as your friend cradled you.

Safe. You were safe.

You both walked out of the grocery store after paying for your things.

The creepy guys didn’t even dare to come near you now that you weren’t alone.

“Thank you. Oh my goodness, you saved me.” You gasped, gripping your friend’s shoulders.

“Oh come on. It’s what friends do. Also those guys were super creepy. What happened to your super buff roommate? Changbin? Why didn’t he come?” Mina asked, continuing to hold you closer to give you a sense of security.

“H-He didn’t pick up. Even when he knows I never call except when it’s an emergency.” You grunt. You were gonna give him a piece of your mind once you reach the dorm.

If he even was there.

“Ooof. Girl, get your man in order.” Mina giggled at the wild blush coating your face.

“He is not my man!” You scoff, slapping her shoulder while continuing to walk towards the familiar college building.

“I mean, he’a pretty cute. And he’s your type.” Mina teased, wiggling her eyebrows at you and cackling as you shriek in disbelief.

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You entered your dorm after punching in the key code, walking straight to the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water.

What you didn’t expect, however, was for a certain black-haired man to be sitting on the couch.

You immediately walk in front of him, ready to go off on him for not answering your calls.

Normally, this would be a pretty crappy thing to get upset over, considering it was just one phone call.

But Changbin knew that you never called unless it was an emergency, and you had established that pretty early on in your friendship.

“What excuse do you have for yourself?! I even called you during free period! Why didn’t you pick up?” You shouted.

“Y-Y/N i’m seriously sorry, I had something going on at the time, so I switched off my phone. What happened?” Changbin replied, looking up at you with the saddest expression you had ever seen on him.

Clearly he was feeling remorse for his actions. You decided to go easy on him.

“This guy at the grocery store tried to harass me, I called Mina though, so i’m okay.”

Changbin gasped quietly, tears pooling in the corner of his eyes in guilt.

“Y/N…i’m so sorry. Please forgive me…” He quietly asked, grabbing your hands and placing them on his head in an attempt to ask for forgiveness.

“It’s okay, Binnie. Just…don’t ignore them again, kay?” You tried to calm him down, and he yanked you down onto the couch next to him and snuggled up to you.

Your chest warmed up at the affectionate act, and you played with his bangs while he slept. Wow, clearly he was exhausted.

You realize that he was wearing pretty heavy makeup, something he didn’t do normally.

He looked very pretty, though. You dragged him to your room, removing all of his makeup and fixing his hair.

You change into your pajamas in your closet, doing your skincare before you both went to bed, in his room, or course.

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“Girl! I got tickets for us both to go to the 3RACHA concert!” Mina squealed, jumping up and down in utter excitement.

“What’s 3RACHA?” You ask, not really insterested.

“They’re this new band! They’re anonymous, though. You only know them by their stage names. CB97, J.one, and SPEARB.” Mina rambled to you, handing you a ticket.

“I guess I’ll have to research them.” You reply, staring at the silhouettes in the picture and getting the fleeting impression of familiarity. Like you’ve seen them before.

Later that night, you researched the group and listened to some of their music.

They only had one album, so you made sure to listen to all the songs.

The concert was tomorrow, and you could see why Mina was so excited.

They were seriously talented, but you couldn’t shake the feeling as if you had heard their voices somewhere.

You decided to ask Changbin about it, he was majoring in music, so maybe he would know about them.

“CHANGBIN-AH!” You called, pulling up the album image and staring at the black silhouettes again.

True to your word, your roommate walked into the room, staring at his phone.

“Do you know these guys?” You ask, gesturing to the image on your computer screen.

For some reason, Changbin visibly panicked, stuttering and stumbling over his sentences and fiddling with his hands.

“N-No. I don’t think I’ve seen t-them before…” He trailed off.

“Oh, okay! I’ll ask Hannie. Maybe he’d know.”

“NO! I mean n-no. He’s probably super busy. he has an exam, you know?” Binnie giggled nervously at the end.

“Oh…well i’ll ask him later, then.” You shut your laptop.

“Their music actually sounds super good! I like all the songs produced by SPEARB, though. They’re exactly my style. You should listen!” You ramble.

“Really?!” He started, immediately changing the topic when you gave him a confused expression. “Um, so what’s for dinner?”

Needless to say, you knew Changbin was hiding something. Maybe he knew who they were and promised not to tell or something.

That would make sense. Maybe.

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You stared at yourself in the mirror. The dress suited you, but you still felt awkward in it.

It had been years since you had worn a dress, and you regretted it.

“Y/N! I’m heading out, oka-woah…” Binnie stood at the doorway of your bedroom, staring at you in awe.

He set his phone down and walked closer to you.

“This is the first time you’ve worn a dress?” He smoothed out a crease near your waist.

“Mhm…I was just about to change, though. I feel awkward.” You blurt, turning towards the closet.

A single hand on your waist stopped you.

Slowly, you turned around and looked Binnie in his eyes.

“It suits you. Please wear it.” He whispered softly, turning you around and fastening the zipper on the back.

He grabbed a hairbrush from you drawer. turned so that both of you were facing the mirror.

“You look so pretty, yeah? How come you don’t wear dresses more often?” He breathed out, brushing your hair neatly and tying it into a cute updo.

“My mom…how do you know how to tie hair?” You grinned as he flushed pink.

“Y/N…don’t tease me. You know I have a sister!” He whined, albeit still giggling.

“Well, I guess we both have somewhere to go, huh?” You smile, genuinely, for the first time in a long time.

“Mhm…stay safe, okay? No touching, not when you look this pretty.” Binnie winked, and you could feel blood rushing up to your cheeks.

Then you understood what he was implying. “AGH! I’m not going to the bar, idiot! I’m a minor, remember?!” You slap him playfully, squeezing his bicep once and poking his side aggressively.

He squawked loudly at the ticklish sensation, batting your hand away. Both of you ended up laughing your hearts out.

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Needless to say, somehow both of you were heading in the same direction, and Changbin offered to drop you off.

You gave him the directions, and you noticed how he started to get more panicky the closer you got to the the concert.

His face paled drastically when you both arrived at the stadium, and his eyes widened.

“You don’t…by chance have a concert here, do you?” He whispered, sinking in his seat when you nodded your head.

“Binnie? Are you okay?” You ask.

“Yup. Completely fine. You know what? I gotta go. See ya!” He dropped you off and drove away, leaving you majorly confused.

You entered the stadium and found Mina in no time.

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Changbin drove around a few times before parking at the same spot again, entering through the back door and meeting up with Chan and Jisung.

Heading backstage, he explained the situation to the other two, panicking and gasping out.

“Hey, hey. Changbin. It’s okay. I know she’ll know by today, but what is she gonna do? Either way she’ll figure out because of the internet, at least she’ll know in person , yeah?” Chan tried to calm the younger man down.

“Hey, we’re in this together, okay? I didn’t tell her either, and i’m her bestie. I’m probably more screwed than you are! Now, let’s not let these nerves affect our performance, okay?” Jisung rubbed a hand along Binnie’s back, soothing the boy as he drank a glass of water.

“Aaaagh. Of course she shows up at the one concert we reveal our faces.” Changbin groaned, turning in his chair to let the makeup artist continue his work.

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”Oh my god. I bet they’re really fucking hot.” Mina rambled, clearly ecstatic at the aspect of finally getting to see the artists’ faces.

“Eh, it wouldn’t matter. They’re talented, and that’s all that matters.” You shrugged, turning towards the stage when the lights dimmed.

You heard CB97’s voice echo throughout the huge stadium.

“Lovely evening we have here today, yeah?” He walked out, removing his face mask.

You audibly gasp. Chan. What the hell?

“Woah. He’s smoking hot.” Mina giggled.

“He’s my roommate’s best friend, what the fuck?” You breathe out, shock overtaking your entire body.

Suddenly, all the pieces started fitting together. Wait. That means…

Jisung ran onto stage, the entire corwd erupting into excited cheer and chaos, and your jaw dropped.

Finally, the two coaxed a very giggly Changbin from the stage lift, and you and Mina both froze.

They started talking, but everything sounded like a blur. This is what he’d been hiding.

“Girlie, isn’t that your…roommate?” Mina gasped, and you nodded your head frantically.

Changbin’s eyes landed on you, directly in the middle of the crowd.

He flushed pink and waved at you, grinning cutely and winking softly.

‘What the fuck?’ You mouthed at him, bursting into disbelief filled laughter.

He giggled and pursing his lips.

They started performing, and though all three of them shined on stage, your eyes stayed on one person.

He looked so…happy. He was so different from your shy roommate.

He was so confident, flexing his muscles and biceps and causing your mind to turn to mush.

Mina was right. They were really fucking hot.

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After the concert, you walked backstage, accompanied by Chan, who had secretly come to pick you up while Changbin and Jisung tapped freestyle on stage for the crowd’s entertainment.

The stage curtain closed, and Changbin and Jisung ran into the backstage room, both running and squealing in adrenaline rush, before engulfing you in a huge hug.

“Sooo?” Jisung started. “How was it? Youre the roommate of the super hot and famous Seo Changbin.” Changbin giggled at the end, slapping Hanji playfully.

“Oh, stop it.” He turned to you, pursing his lips again and grinning softly.

“How was it? Did I do okay?” He asked, clasping your hands in his, excitement flashing through his eyes.

You were lost for words. “Wow-Changbin! This is absolutely insane! You did so well.” You ended off with squishing his cheek.

“So pretty, so amazing. Your rapping is actually next-level.” You blurted, grabbing his face with both hands as he blushed a deep red.

“Really?” He whispered, and you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek before you could stop yourself.

His eyes sparkled in happiness. You made sure to memorize every detail, to keep in your mind.

You both stayed in each other’s arms for a while, Chan and Jisung’s knowing smirks passing over both of your heads.

Once the other two had left to attend to Mina, Changbin immediately picked you up by the waist and spun you around, eliciting happy giggles from both of you.

“You need to wear dresses more, seriously so pretty…” He murmured, resting his head against your collarbone.

“I’ll get more, I don’t know which ones look good on me, though…” You sounded uncertain, sentence trailing off before Binnie interrupted.

“I’ll come with you. Seriously need to spoil you every once in a while.”

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whysojiminimnida · 1 year

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WELL I SEE IT'S TIME TO TALK TATTOOS AGAIN

Holy cats, hoes mad:

I just adore Black&White KM, don't you? Honestly, never yells at me no matter how often I steal their pics, they give out freebies at concerts, they're respectful -- if you're gonna make a living off photographing famous people, do it like they do. Honestly. So they're in Qatar doing their whole job and hoes losing their shit all over the internet, apparently, all because a certain JM is darker. STILL.

This is not a brand new development.

Y'ALL HE DID THIS MONTHS AGO WHY ARE WE JUST NOW FREAKING OUT ABOUT IT?

This is at LAST YEAR'S GRAMMYS Y'ALL:

And completely unedited, unretouched, the JM was darker enough then that I did a whole post about it.

I MEAN DAMN have we not gone over this, like, several times? (In case you're new to this house elf situation we have here, yes. YES WE HAVE.) We have talked about Jungkook's tattoos at GREAT LENGTH. Well, I have, as far back as a while ago, most recently along about here but also here and here and here and several other places. There is zero tag organization in this house, I don't know what else to tell you.

Anywho Jungkook's tats do not, as nearly as I can tell, mean this:

Because, like the nice graphic above says that I just edited, THIS IS FAN-MADE BULLSHIT. I dunno who made it but I suspect the addition of the J upset some folk enough to need to make JeiKei's motivation anything OTHER than Jimin. Because, as we know, he started out with his ink like this:

Yes, that is a pic someone ripped off. I don't like using it. But it's what we have, and it's years later, and it's been out there for a long time, don't shoot. But I have expounded more than once on why it makes NO SENSE to GO BACK LATER to add one letter to a near-complete hand piece. It doesn't. And that A is not, never has been, a V. In Korea you can go literally anywhere and see Samsung logos, Shilla hotel logos, and of course Jimin's dad's cafe' all using that stylized A with no crossbar.

And I think it's pretty clear what JK thinks the JM means. It means Jimin. Ji Min. JM. DUH. And just like his "rather be dead than cool / make hay while the sun shines" crossword ON HIS ARM, he has a crossword on his hand. A very obvious crossword. Who he loves is written for all of us to see: ARMY, and JM. And lest I forget about that crown:

It's THE SAME CROWN. Wanna go one better but likely utter fanfiction, you could even go heart-arrow-crown like so: 💜 > 👑... ... and make that story work. It actually makes more sense than one J for four people and four letters for three. But we're not here for that. Occam's Razor tells us that the simplest explanation is usually the correct one, and the simplest explanation is the one that's got bitches tearing their hair out. Because THEY KNOW. They KNOW that JM means Jimin, and they HATE IT. (And so what, to quote JeiKei directly. We're gonna talk about fan hate today, too, just... not in this post).

MEANWHILE JUNGKOOK is always showing us his hand, too, have you noticed? Ever since he got the tattoos, but I think more in the last year. It's gotten really pronounced since the PTD dates.

Jeon Jungkook does what Jeon Jungkook wants, and what he wants is for us to pick up what he's been throwing down since, oh, FOREVER but even more recently. Like, it's NOTICEABLE, the way he gets that tattoo in frame at every opportunity. I'll run out of image space before he runs out of ways to show us his touched-up hand.

Yeah. I think the fanmade bullshit has been exposed for what it is. Some of us have known it all along, but even if you're baby Army and you accidentally got stuck watching a lot of comic sans rainbow font youtube garbage (or got up on the wrong side of stan twt), there's no shame in that. I ain't even mad. I'm just happy you're here. Jeon-Park house elves, how we doin'?

#jungkook tattoo #jungkook tattoos #jeikei's tattoos #those damn hand tattoos again #here we go #jikook just jikooking nbd #must be 2022 in the jeon park house #hand tattoos #hand tattoos and ring placement #we didn't even talk about ring placement #jkjm #jmjk #kookmin #minggukie supremacy #jimin #jungkook #jeikei #jk #must be 2022 in qatar

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A little too late pt.1

Gojo keep calling you names, even if you have done nothing to him nor see him in your life until he started to interact with you. But you got enough of him, so you're planing on taking revenge.

Tags: mdni, enemies to lovers, bully!Gojo, college au, playboy!Gojo, f!reader, kissing, fingering, lovesick!Gojo, size difference, names (besides dumbass and whatever he calls you, he also says like honey and cute nicknames), creampie (somwhow) , I'll add it later if I missed something.

8500 words, lol. It's pretty long.

Pt 2 here. Masterlist

You were in the hallway with a friend, both of you about to go home. As you were walking, you felt something on your head, and when you looked up you saw the white haired guy.

"Ugly." he said and walked away.

"What's wrong with him?" your friend said. He was always like that. He just out of nowhere started to call you names and then walked away. You don't have any kind of history together, so, what happened? No one knows, to be honest. He just saw you and he decided to do that whenever he saw you from that moment.

"I have no idea." you didn't even knew his name. You don't have any classes together. Does he know your name? Or maybe you done something to one of his friends to be like this? I have no idea. So many questions, yet no one is there to answer them.

But now, you started to see him outside the school. Now, for example. You sat at a table inside a coffee shop, working on some project on your computer and then you heard his voice. "Idiot." he said as he walks past you. Tf? How is he there? Did he started to follow you to insult you? Later, that evening you were talking with a friend of yours over the phone, complaining about the dick head who constantly insults you.

"No, cuz I got enough of this. I don't even know who he is. I can't breathe in peace without him getting out of nowhere and then say something." you said as you sat at the edge of the bed.

"You said he have white hair and blue eyes."

"And he wears sunglasses a lot. Even if he is mistaking me for someone else, at least he should apologize. He have four eyes and still can't see clearly." then your friend sent you a link.

"This might be his profile. I doubt that it's him though." it was him.

"It's him! It's that son of a bitch!"

"Really?" your friend sounded shocked. "Then.. Now that you know who's he what are you going to do?"

"Revenge." you said and hang up. Sure, revenge sounds nice. But what exactly are you going to do? You looked at you phone screen for a few minutes, you weren't scrolling through his profile, you weren't even paying attention to what was on the screen. You were just thinking. He calls you all kind of names. Most of the time an idiot or ugly, dumb ass. How about making him say that you're the opposite? Your finger moved on the screen, scrolling down. Tall ass bitch. Even in the pictures you could see how tall he was. But that wasn't important. With a little bit of courage you send him a message. "Remember me?" a few seconds pass by, almost a minute, then two and he finally saw your text.

"The girl from last night?" what? You stared in disbelief at your screen. The fuck?

"No." you text back.

"The girl from two days ago?" you blinked a few times.

"No."

"Have we seen each other this week?" I mean, yes, but not in the way he's suggesting.

"I'm the girl you keep picking on at school." he saw the text, but he didn't reply. Almost a minute pass by, he was online, but he didn't reply. "Are you still there?" he saw the message instantly.

"So?" you raised an eyebrow. Is he playing dumb?

"I just want to talk :) " it was more than just talk. It was more to make him take everything back.

"What exactly do you want." if only he knew.. But maybe he knows.

"Dunno. Think." why is he replying so slow?

"Dunno who you are." oh, so he wants to play like this? Alright then. War is it.

"You better prepare yourself." it was the last text you sent him before you went to sleep. You heard your phone buzzing, but you didn't even looked at it.

The next morning you woke up with a lot of texts. Mostly from your friend who sent you his profile. But there were also messages from him. Like, "what do you mean" or "don't ignore me", " at least reply ". The evil smile on your face.

"I felt asleep." you finally texted him back.

"So what do you want." he texted back a lot faster than yesterday.

"Nothing. Just talk. Get to know each other?" yeah. Get to know each other my ass. Like you give a fuck about that guy.

"??? " if you could only skip time to the moment he finally says what you want him to say. As much as you want to poke his eyes out, all four of them, you tried your best to have a nice conversation with him. If he could only be more far away than now, another city, or county. Planet, even better. As much as you looked in disgust at your phone screen, you tried your best to keep your cool. And, at the end of the week, you got to know a few things about him. Like the major hes in (it was far too boring to remember), or why he wears another pair of eyes. Like, bro, it's night and he still wears sun glasses. He even sent you photos of where be is, like you would care. With a little bit of acting and the fact that you don't give a shit, you managed to get over the day.

Now your were about to go to sleep, while he kept spamming you. He's in a club or something, and he doesn't see anyone that he would like. For a moment you open your phone, mostly to mute him so that you could sleep in peace.

"I'm not doing charity work." you stared at his text. "Ughhh. Why is everyone so ugly." you wanted to choke him.

"I would do charity work." it was mostly to see his response.

"Well, we're not talking about you now. It's about me." bitch.

"Fuck you." you close your phone and went straight to sleep. The next morning you woke up with not so many messages. The last one being before he finally saw someone that catch his attention, nothing from there. "You up? " but he didn't saw your text until you got ready to leave your house.

"That girl had a boyfriend." Lmao. So? Did he back out?

"So?"

"What do you mean " so"? " was there another meaning than what have he done last night?

"You left her alone?" I mean, pretty obvious, right?

"Fuck no. I just had a threesome." wow. Just, wow. What are you supposed to say after someone just said that? Are you supposed to congratulate them? Are you supposed to ask questions? Also, why is he so open if you two never interacted before this and after he started to insult you out of nowhere?

"Congratulations. Hope it would be twins."

"Always use protection." good for him. But that wasn't the only conversation you had with him that left you with questions. At the end of the next week you woke up with questions about you. What color are your panties? How far can you squirt? Can you jump on it like it's an trampoline? This wasn't normal. This isn't the way it supposed to go. Not like this, at least. Sure, if you were dating. But you're not. Not now and not later. "What's your favorite color?" that was the most normal question you ever heard from him.

"Why?" you're skeptical tho.

"So I could buy condoms in that color." oh my god. What in the world?!

"Bro????"

"I'm having a date later."

"Then what does it have to do with my favorite color? Like I want to know who you're fucking and in what color."

"I don't know her favorite color, so I could at least do this. Geto said I should get them green." him and that friend of his. He kept talking about the guy he hang around with most of the time. That guy encourage him to do so many stuff.

"Then do that! You frick!"

"What's your favorite fruit?"

"I'm not shoving anything up my ass." it was like you anticipated his questions. But no, everytime you think it's something, it's turn up to be something else.

"So I could buy condoms in that flavor?? Why would you put something in you ass? Can i see it." the block button was suck a temptation. As soon as he would admit that you're a decent human being, the sooner he's blocked.

"Fuck you." most of your conversations end up like that. And, like this three weeks pass by since you started to text him. He was a mixed machine. He'll be like this now, then like that. He sent so many pics of him, yet he never received one from you. Yet he doesn't seem to care. He only sent more photos and more photos like you have what to do with them. Maybe sell them online? There were quite a few people who liked him around the school. Maybe you could get a use of those photos in a way or another.

"You're not as bad as I thought." was this what you think it is? But it only been three weeks. Was he that easy? "I thought that you want to fuck at first." was it not evident?

"Like hell I want to be near your horny ass."

"You're like a girl friend I only talk to."

"Who wants to be friends with you?"

"Let me finish. -And I haven't fucked."

"You fuck your friends?"

"Yet." why is he getting out of subject. Also, text all once, you freak.

"Where are you?" is one of his weekly dates boring?

"At a bar with some friends."

"Don't drink too much." at least if he says something, he better be wide awake. It's doesn't feel like a victory if he's drunk.

"Don't tell me what to do." bitch. At least stop texting.

"Go home if you feel like you had too much. Don't stay there and get your ass back home."

"Alright." he went offline the next moment he sent that text. What a moody guy. Well, he always seemed a little different when he was drunk. Like he was more serious. Or like he actually listen to you. "Good morning." you woke up with a text from him.

"So? With who did you went home? Anything nice?" you texted. You would have let him text after that. It was mostly to look like you care after all.

"I went home alone. Didn't felt like doing anything yesterday." the way you gasped. He was known for fooling around after all.

"Fr?"

"Yeah."

"Waaaa. Congratulations. It's like you're finally in place. Your demons finally left your hormones alone." it was like he wasn't himself. You couldn't really believe, after the few days you two been talking, he was always with a girl, then another. Maybe he mistook you for someone else, since he changed girls like clothes.

"Mmm." but something was odd. It was strange. Is he drunk? What's with the replies.

"Alright, alright. I understand. Text me when you're sober."

"I'm not drunk."

"And I'm batman. Get over the hungover, Hercules." you close your phone and sat in bed. Man, if he could just confess faster. It's becoming tiresome at this point. You text him as soon as you wake up, you text him before you go to sleep. He text you out of nowhere and tell you what he's doing, even if you never ask for it. He could just had blocked you from the start, but he didn't. Maybe you got some of his hungover. Is being drunk contagious?

"I heard you been talking to Satoru." you're friend said, somehow waking you up from your thoughts. It's been three days of that guy not texting you. Maybe he got enough of you? But his actions did made you think a little of how he's been acting, even when your at school, like now for example.

"Oh? That guy? Yeah. What about him?" you said fixing your posture.

"Don't get your hope high. Have you heard about him and the girls that hang around him?" how could you not? He been describing every hookup. He never leaves a detail apart. But as long as you can keep him entertained, it doesn't matter.

"I know better than anyone what he been doing." you said and crossed your arms to your chest. "See that girl over there?" you point in some girl's direction. "She and one of her friends hook up with that guy. Both of them slept with him separately and then both of them tried to confess to him at the same time. It ended in a threesome." your friend looked a little surprised. "See that guy over there? His girl cheated on him with Gojo and that black haired guy he been hanging around with." your friend gasped. "And guess what. They're still together."

"Nahh.. I don't believe you.." your friend put a hand over her mouth.

"And guess what. That guy confronted her."

"As he should." but it didn't ended there.

"And then it was a gangbang. It was him, the four eyes guy, his friend, two more guys if I remember. Then Gojo left with his friend two other guys came in. It turned out that girl been cheating on her boyfriend with multiple guys." your friend gasped again.

"What? How do you know about it." she looked shocked and in disbelief.

"The guy you just warn me about it told me. He just can't keep his mouth shut."

"I thought you were also fooling around with him."

"We're just talking. Nothing more." and it was about to end very soon. He either confess or you'll just block him. One of two.

"What are you talking about?" you're phone buzzed, revealing his text. Oh, he's not dead?

"Are you spying on me now?" you texted back.

"I've been feeling very bad lately. I think I might be ill or something." you giggle. But it was an evil giggle.

"Who are you talking to?" your friend said.

"Speaking of wolf. You would not believe it." you show your phone to your friend.

"Do you think that if you talk with him will say a few words to one of his friends to go out with me?" like heck you'll ask for anything from him.

"Nahh ah. It's not going to happen."

"Most of the people around him are just.. Ugghh. One date. Please." you raised an eyebrow.

"Okay. Time out. I'm not talking to you until you get yourself in check." you got up from where you were sitting. Oh, sweet break, it was about to end. How many classes do you have left until you can finally go home? Time pass very fast. So fast that it even been four days since he finally started to text you again.

"I don't really have what to do, to be honest." well, the weekend was about the corner.

"You know, seeing you staying in place is weird. Like, you're not the dick head you used to be like a week ago." you confessed.

"Yeah.. About that."

"?? " you raised an eyebrow.

"Can we talk about something." he left someone pregnant? Did he perhaps fooled with a girl and now she's asking him to marry her?

"Man.. Don't scare me like that. I'm here to talk." yeah. Go ahead and talk. Maybe if he gets over his phrase and you're there.. Maybe.. Maybe he'll open up?

"I've been thinking for some time now about it. I stopped texting you at some moments thinking it would go away. But you really don't wanna sleep with me. You don't want anything from me."

"If it's about this, then I don't wanna talk about it. I'm not going to sleep with you." this? Didn't he said personally that you're just a girl he's friends with. A girl that he doesn't sleep with? Yet.. But the yet part won't come.

"Sleep with me woman! Ask for something from me. Ask for a relationship. Ask for things I won't like. Make me reject you."

"Boy, if you don't shut your ass. Imma Jackie Chan your ass."

"Listen, I feel stuff I never felt before. I think I'm mentally ill." at least he's speaking the truth.

"Yeah, I also think that."

"I think I might have some heart issues. I'm dying."

"I don't really wanna go to your funeral."

"Y/N." he remember your name? "I think I like you." What? "No, I.. I don't know what these feelings are. I never felt this when I'm looking at someone good looking. I never felt this when I'm with more beautiful girls."

"Thank you for calling me ugly."

"You're not ugly. You never were. You're the most beautiful thing I ever saw in my life." mmm. Sure.

"You called me an idiot before." you stared at the text you just sent. He's typing, you can see that.

"You're smart, beautiful. You're there to talk to me. You listen to my bullshit even if I didn't asked to. You still talked to me even if I called you names. I am an idiot." yeah. He is. You smiled at the screen. But then something hit you. Was this.. A win? Will this be.. His villain origin story? What if you decide to not fuck around with him? No! Wait! You were never fucking with him! Your eyes widened and then you realize. He made you soft. All and fuzzy inside. You gasped. Was this his plan from the start? Is this the way he seduces all those poor women?! "I love you." you stared at his nonsense. "I adore you." bullshit. "I wanna be with you." that just straight shit! This man! This was his plan from the start, wasn't it?! He plan on making you text first and then fall for his words. "I really love you." you pressed on your phone screen and looked at the block button. Right under it was the report button. Witch one should you press first? Block so you can stop seeing him typing bullshit or report, so you could report his bullshit? You close your eyes and took a deep breath and then press the first button that was in your way. You open your eyes and he was blocked. Finally. You're free from the devil's hand. You were finally free from his curse. That damn man. Ughh. That evening, after you finally was done with him, you went straight to sleep. And in the morning , out of habit you almost texted him. It was when you open the conversation when you realized what happened. You should be happy, yet you only felt tired. What happened yesterday made you go through so many feelings, it was tiresome. Getting ready for school and even the walk was making you feel like you haven't slept last night. The classes? Ughh. It was like they were never going to end. The weekend? Slept it away, now feeling even tired. The next week? Your friends finally said something about it, getting you out of it. Bros over hoes. No, he wasn't even your whore. The next day, you were finally on your feet. Getting other routes to your classes. Getting to know better the school that you've been going to for almost two years now. You were all a smile while the white haired guy was suffering in silence. He stopped taking care of himself. He stopped talking to a lot of people. He didn't even wanted to get out the house anymore. He walked to classes looking half dead and half homeless and then go back home. You? You got to see parts of the city where you never been before. Your friends dragging you out the house and showing new places. Some of them you recognize from the photos you received from the blue eyes guy.

"Since tomorrow is Saturday, how about going to a club or something?" one of your friends said while sipping from the coffee she bought earlier. The coffee shop you were in was somewhere far away from your home.

"Mmm. I'll go." you said. For the past few days you've been going out as soon as your done with your classes.

"It's rare to see you like this."

"A few days ago you were a living mess and now look at you."

"What happened anyway? I don't remember you being in a relationship." that made you look away.

"I've been going through some hard times. But what I can say is that I'm over it now."

"Whatever." the soon you got home, the sooner you jumped in bed. It was hard to keep up with others. You felt tired than before. Continuously walking left and right, always having to smile so people would stop asking you what was going on at the start of the week. You close your eyes and when you were about to fall asleep, something woke you up. Your phone buzzing? You looked at it. It was nothing. Since you stopped talking to that guy you kept hearing your phone, when in reality you never even got a notification from any random app. You close you phone and close your eyes, falling asleep this time. The next morning you woke up with your friends in your house.

"We're going to order some food and then watch a movie or something, then later were going to get ready to go out." one of your friends said.

"Yeah, yeah. " you said looking at your phone. Whatever. It wasn't that thrilling. Hours pass by, you keep hearing laughing and people talking in the background. It's not like you have anything to listen to.

"Y/N, weren't you taking with Gojo? How's things going on?"

"You know. Nothing much. He haven't been really texting, he might be busy or something." you said still looking at your phone.

"Eh? I heard he's not feeling very well." another friend of yours said.

"He said he might be sick. Dunno anything else tho." But their nagging never end. Could anyone stop talking or change the subject? Please. For sucks shake.

"But I heard-"

"Let's leave the man alone." you said and got up from your bed. "Isn't it the time for us to get ready? I wasn't the one who said that I wanna go to club." after what seemed an eternity, everyone is ready and in front of the club. "I'm going to get waisted tonight." you said as soon as you got in. That place was loud. The music wasn't even that good, or for your liking. But the bar? That area was surprisingly empty. The sooner you ordered something to drink, the sooner you empty your glass. And then got another one. Three empty glasses already and you were on the dance floor. These people look like they forgot how to have fun. It was like they were bearly moving. Maybe it's the music fault. It was still not on your liking. But that didn't stopped you from moving your body like you were some kind of fish on the land. The song change and it made you stop for a moment. The previous drinks weren't strong, maybe if you got another drink? But the drinks looked so far away, along with the piece of wood they are at, but you know who's closer? The white haired guy , looking like he was only getting closer and closer. Or not. No, he looked like he was in the middle of your way to the bar, but he never got closer. He stood there, looking like the slender man he is. He never moved, but he looked at you. His messy hair, the white shirt he was wearing that looked like he was embracing his body just the right size. It was tight enough to see the form of his body, but it didn't looked like it was about to pop off him. The round glasses he wears everywhere he's going. His hands in his pockets, now out of pocket, now crossed to his chest then in his pocket again. Is he nervous? Or what kind of worms does he have in his body for making him move his hands so indecisive. You walked forward, getting closer to him and the bar you intend to go to. He open his lips, looking like he was about to say something, but no sounds came out of it. You were now in front of him, looking up at him. Suddenly , you felt something. "My neck." you said and put a hand on the back of your neck. "I forgot how tall are you." He stared at you. He never said something. You walk past him, not saying another word. Man, this revenge feels a little bitter. You sat at the bar, waiting for the barman to be available to take your order.

"Don't drink too much." what does he want?

"Why would I listen to you?" you raised an eyebrow.

"I listen to you before. Also, I'm saying it because I don't want to see you in a place like this." if he could just go back to his old self.

"I want to see myself in a place like this." no you don't. For some reasons, whenever he talks, it's like you're trying to say the complete opposite. Annoying him? Dunno. It was something that it made you want to go the other way.

"Y/N." you looked with the side of the eye at him. What does this guy wants from you? he sighed. "Are those your friends?" he said and turned around to look at some girls not far from you two.

"I think so." lately, even them have been going off the right path. There was a big difference from the moment you started to hang out with them and now.

"One of them tried to sleep with me."

"I know."

"The other one is after one of my friends." yeah, you know that too. "Why are you friends with them?" sometimes you don't choose the way people are. Sure, today might be your friend, but what about tomorrow.

"Sometimes people do things. But it's not like you can complain about them. You're not better than them."

"But I'm not worse." dunno about that.

"What do you want anyway." is he really ready for a round two? Was it not enough a week ago?

"I didn't really planned anything, I didn't even know that you're going to be here." so? "Can we talk?" again?

"I don't know how to block you in real life, but I know how to leave." you were about to leave when he put a hand over yours, trying to stop you for at least a moment. He took off his glasses and looked at you. Oh my god, what happened to him? Look at those eye bags. And now that you could see his eyes he just looked tired.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." he better be. All that time spent for nothing, trying to make his say at least something nice about you.

"And what do you expect me to do now?" you sat down on the chair next to him. "Asshole." as much as you're trying to convince yourself, he's not that bad. He is, but not as bad as some of the guys you saw before. He didn't cheat, in fact, he wasn't even in a relationship. He admitted that he's an idiot, even if he called you one. But he was one even bigger. Look at him, he looked like he's been overworked all his life. Even if he was mostly fooling around most of the time when you were texting him. It was hard to wake up and having no one to text, after you texted him for more than over a month. As much as you hated to admit, he was a decent human being. Almost. Yet to come? Is it to late to say sike? You sighed. "What do you want from me?" besides the obvious.

"Unblock me, please. Let's just talk like we did before. Or you could at least say hello from time to time, just to let me know you haven't forgotten about me." he hold your hand in his. His hand was warm.

"What if I want to forget about you?"

"At least don't let me forget about you."

"What if I want you to forget about me."

"You said you want to forget about me, you can't go the other way now." he just sounded like something he would say when he's drunk. Right. That not the sober Gojo. The one who would ask such stupid thing. Maybe it was better if you would have blocked him for something he said not so long ago, rather than the reason you started to text him in the first place.

"Let's talk about this when you're awake." it was mostly to send him home right now, then never respond to him ever again.

"I'm not drunk. I didn't drink anything the whole day." you sighed. Did this guy ever heard of hydration?

"Don't lie."

"I'm not lying." look at him looking like Pinocchio.

"Look at the time. I need to go home." you said and got up.

"Let me drive you home. I'm not trusting those friends of yours."

"I need to go to the bathroom." you said turning around to go to where the bathroom was.

"Let me come with you."

"Don't you think you tried your luck enough?"

"Don't leave me alone. Please." he didn't looked like his annoying usual self. Rather than that, he looked like a guy left in the rain. That soft expression on his face made him look like someone else. Where's the grin? Where's the expressions he usually makes? He hold your hands so tender. And the look on his face, and those eyes of his that somehow made you wish he had his glasses on.

"You said you wanna talk? Alright. Let's talk." as much as you want to say you're strong enough to let him go. You are, actually. But not when he looks like he's about to cry. What would people say or how would people look at you when a grown man that's as tall as almost the ceiling suddenly starts crying. "What made you say that you like me in the first place."

"You treat me different."

"I treated you different because I wanted you to take back the words you said to me. Why do you think I listen to your bullshit for so long? I never planed for you to fall in love with me. I only wanted for you to apologize."

"And I did apologize."

"That was all."

"I don't care if you played with me. I'll let you do it again." if he would had shut up from the start, now it would be different.

"But I don't want to do the same thing twice."

"Then don't do it."

"Look, man. Look- I just- I.." you took a deep breath. He knew what to say, but it was at the wrong time.

"In this little time we talked, have you ever think of me different that you should." who would have said they don't? Look at him. There are more than a bunch of girls waiting for him. If he could just.. If he would have said nothing from the start. Now it would have been different.

"We're getting out of subject." you avoid his gaze.

"Tell me what other girls been telling me. I like you because you treat me different. Maybe it would change something." what exactly does he want to hear?

"Like what?"

"I've got so many confessions. Tell me that you like me. I hope it would change something." what in the world is going on? Why is he changing so much. Earlier he was beginning and now.. Now what?

"Give me a little time to think." this fucker. Why did he showed up here anyway? Why is he saying all those things if he was planning on going back to his old self? Did he never learned anything?

"I can stay here as much as you want."

"Hey handsome." a girl suddenly appeared next to you two. "Do you have time for a drink?" you looked at him and then at her. Wasn't this the perfect time to escape? You could just get out of there while he wasn't looking.

"I'm here with my girlfriend." he said as he hold your hand. That girl left as soon as she heard that. "Forget about it. I understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore. Let me at least drive you home." what would be the answer? No. Obviously.

"I'm with my friends. I can't go without them." he looked left, then right. You could see one of your friends. He got out his phone and texted something, the next moment some guy was next to your friend, then walked away with him. You only got a text from her.

"Sorry. I had to leave." you looked at your screen.

"If your other friend isn't here, or leave by herself, you'll let me drive you home?" his confidence was somehow making you mad.

"Yeah, sure." you were so sure that you'll find that girl and go home with her. But you just woke up outside the club, next to a foreign car, and the tall guy next to you.

"Let me open the door for you." he said and open the car door, waiting for you to get in so he could also get in. You said nothing, you just looked out the window. It started to rain since you got out the club. It wasn't that heavy, hopefully you'll make it inside the house just a little wet from it. "Let me do that." he took the belt out of your hands and put it for you. What a gentleman, huh?

"I live-" he didn't let you finish.

"I know where you live." huh?

"Are you spying on me?" you put a hand on the door, ready to open it and run from there.

"I was in your neighborhood once with business. Someone told me where you live." what business? "That was a few weeks ago, when we still talked." oh. So then.. So he was there for some of his so called dates? It wouldn't be surprising if he fucked half of your street.

"I see." he started the car and drove off. Oh, but how quiet the ride was. Now, you two stopped at a red light, the rain was so heavy now.

"I don't think I can drive you home on this weather. Let me find a parking lot and wait there until it's calms down." one of the smartest things he said. You nodded and he found somewhere to park. A few minutes pass by, no one said a thing.

"How long do you think it would keep raining?" he only looked out the window.

"I don't know." you sighed and open your phone, searching for an answer, since he doesn't have one. But that made you sigh again.

"Can we stay here for a few more hours? It says here that I'll stop in the morning."

"Forget about it. I'll take you to my place." he started the car again.

"Huh?"

"I live right across the corner. I'll take you back as soon as the rain stops." then, you finally saw where he lives. Maybe you could stay for a few hours in place like this. His apartment complex does not look that bad. Can you even call this a simple apartment?

"I didn't know you lived like this." you got out his car when he parked the car in front of his so called home.

"You never asked." you weren't interested before.

"At what floor do you live?"

"27." rich mf. You followed him. You walked after him when he got inside the building, you were still right behind him as he walked to the elevator. This place looked so empty. The corridors, inside the metal box you were at that moment too. There were a few paintings and some small tables with some flowers on it on the first floor, after that, you didn't see nothing, even if you only saw the reception area and the hallway to elevator. His corridor was just, white, just like his hair. And his home? As white as the hallways. You looked around the so called house. Big ass couch in the middle of the living room. How does he keeps it so clean? It looked like no one stayed on it, it looked like brand new. The tv that's on the wall, facing the couch, almost as big ass the furniture that's in front of. Only now you noticed the blanket and the pillow that was on the couch. "Don't mind the mess. I've been sleeping on the couch these days." did he perhaps had visitors?

"You had company?"

"I wanted to change the picture a little since you.. You know." he stopped in the middle of the sentence. "Anyway." he took a deep breath. "Make yourself comfortable." you could see the rain so well out the window. You got next to the couch, but then you noticed the amount of napkins on the floor. "Don't mind those either. I've been.. Crying." he said and disappear in another room. Oh? Maybe this revenge thing is going better than you expected. Oh, but who are you to talk? You also been not good. You tried to mask it. But you're just doing as bad as him. "I got you some clothes to change if you want." he appeared back. Maybe he changed? No. He didn't. Did he? Isn't he just playing right now? Right. As he always do.. He sat on the couch, somewhere close to you, but at the same time keeping the distance. "Here. If you want." he placed the clothes somewhere in the middle, more close to you.

"What would you do if I gave you another chance?" the right question is what won't he do if you give him a chance. No, actually. Did you even gave him a chance from the start. It was just to prove something after all, and you were right.

"Don't say that if you don't actually plan to do so." why not? Is not like he can be affected more, right?

"I was curious." you said as you played with your fingers.

"Did you ever liked me? Or think of me?" didn't he asked the same question. You also asked yourself. Wouldn't you be lying if you said you don't. You almost gave up in the end anyway.

"Why do you ask? It's not like you don't know the answer."

"I want to hear it from you." you gulped.

"Maybe."

"Is that an yes or a no?"

"Take it as however you want." this is so embarrassing.. You avoid his gaze.

"You asked me what I'll do if you give me another chance, no? Well.. If you do give me a chance I can show you, since I don't have any words right now." but weren't you right from the start? He's the devil. Look at his words, listen to them, analyze them. His voice is sweet. That's something you can say. His words? He knows what to say. And it's makes you mad.

"Alright then." you said. Somehow, that was unexpected to him. He looked surprised. "If.. I give you a chance. And let says that I'll give it now..." you took a pause, trying to think of what to say next. "If I.. " no words came im your mind.

"Is that an yes?" he stopped you.

"Yes?" you said somehow unsure.

"I'll show you. If you let me." you nodded, only looking at your feet. Why couldn't this conversation be online, somewhere where you can run if you don't have anything to say.

"What do you plan to do?" he moved more close to you.

"You'll let me, won't you?" let him? What? "Stay with me even after the rain stops. I'll drive you home after you rest." well, his place is it nice. And you never heard a bad review about him. So...? With your heart in your teeth, you nodded. "I want to hear you say it. I want you to verbally confirm it."

"A- alright.. Geez.." a firmly hand on your cheek, making you to look at him. He stared at your face for a moment. His eyes moving all around your face. Your lips, your nose, eyes, he was making sure to look at everything. Memorize it, if he could.

"You're alright with it. Right?" you only nodded. "I want to hear your voice."

"I'm alright. You can do whatever you want." his face got closer and closer to yours, but he stopped right before your lips were about to touch. Is he tasting your patience? But weren't you were testing him too? Right from the start. Oh, yes, those times. And your lips finally touched. His hands moving on your hips, dragging you closer to him, he's also moving himself closer to you. His deep kisses now slowly transforming into hungry ones. One of his hands moving behind your head, slowly placing you on the couch. His kisses were longer, and longer. It was like he didn't even wanted to let you breath. The hand that was on your hip, reminds there, while the other moved along your body. From your chest to your thighs, he tries to be everywhere on your body. "Mmm." you tried to get away for a moment to breath. He gave you a moment then continued with the kisses.

"Wrap your legs around me." he said and placed one of your legs on his back.

"Hmm?"

"I don't plan on keeping you on the couch all night." is that so? he carried you to one of the closest rooms. He placed you on the bed, getting away for a moment, mostly to look at the way you looked in that moment. Then got back at what he was doing before, kissing you. He never stopped doing it, not even when he was carrying you.

"Are you going to kiss me until I leave?" no, he planned more. It was just that he takes his time. How long will it take for you to say that you want something. Or how long will it take for him to give up and lose him mind?

"Maybe." he planned more than that. But he'll make sure to kiss all of your body before you'll have to go. "If you want something you can tell me." or wait until he's going insane.

"Well.." he kissed you right before you could say something. "I am.. " and another kiss. "Impatient." and another.

"Mmm. I believe you." what is that supposed to mean? He finally got away from you, for a moment. "Let's take those off." and, like this, the clothes on you disappear. Nothing on, at this point. He gulped, somehow lost in his thoughts. Forgetting what he wanted to do.

"You're alright?" he never was.

"Alright, so." he got next to you, making sure you lay on your back as he sat between your legs. He made sure that he have more than enough space, and his hand now between your legs. His eyes moved up and down. Up to your eyes, and down to where his hand was. The way he feels now, it was.. Confusing. It made him unsure, you made him unsure. The way you were already so wet, that also intimidate him somehow. He have to show that he's a man. He can't become a jelly now. What if you don't want to see him anymore when you see him all soft?

"Satoru." his eyes moved back up, to look at you. "I'm kinda embarrassed.. Please don't look like that at me." how cute of you. He looked in your eyes as his hand moved on its own. His face getting closer again to yours, as his fingers makes themselves wet. A few circles around your clit as his lips touched yours. Then ,his hand goes down, slowly, two of his fingers disappear. It was just so easy to move inside you. But he just made sure to gave you extra attention. Never leaving you feel alone somehow. He kiss you, he makes sure you feel him and the warmth of his body. The look on your face said it all. And how can he not observe it? He curled his fingers, making you to jump at the feeling. It was mostly to see how you'll react. But he just finds it funny. He continued to kiss you as he continued to curl his fingers, oh, but how hard he's doing that. The room was filled with wet sounds and your muffed moans. And his actions become more and more aggressive somehow. The kisses are deep, while his fingers does the same action over and over again, hitting your walls. Somehow, this was his revenge for the time you left him alone. And it was a punishment to not believe his words. After all, you said it yourself that you're going home after you rest. He'll make sure to never let you rest. You tried to close your legs, he's too much. This is too much. But he was in the way. His fingers stopped moving, somehow, making you more relaxed and empty since he got his hand back to himself. He stopped kissing you and got out the bed. "Where are you going?" your voice shaking.

"No where." he sat next to the bed, getting something out the nightstand. A small box. He open it and got something square out of it. Condoms. How could you not notice sooner. His clothes off, sitting next to yours on the floor as he got back in bed. So.. This was it. Somehow, both of you were so anxious. Was the weather outside the fault of the way you two felt? It wasn't just that. It was also fear. The thing from earlier did not prepare you for what was going to happen. His eyes were fixed on your face. You could just not hide what you had in mind. "Look at me." he tried to make you look away from his dick. Mostly because you seemed so scared of it. He got back between your legs, now wrapped around him. He balanced himself, making sure to not fall on you. With a hand, he positioned himself at your entry, then slowly got in. His eyes keeps moving from your pussy to your face. Any kind of discomfort showing on your face? Or do you look like you have something to say? Can he go all the way in or should he wait for any kind of signal? It was just so warm and wet inside, it was like it was sucking him in when he tries to back up.

"It's alright." you're words were more to make him more comfortable. So, now, he hold you just so close as he finally got all the way in. Your hands on his back, holding him. It wasn't like you could loose him. Not when he was a mountain of a man. And he also hold you just so close. He sighed softly as his head rested on your shoulder, moving his hips slowly. He placed a kiss on your shoulder and then moved his lips back on yours. Right, he wanted to feel all of you after all.

"If I wasn't so tired I wouldn't have been so soft on you." you nodded. Right, didn't this guy confessed that he cried? Like heck you believe his words.

"I believe you." no you don't.

"Oh?" he said as now one of his hands were on your hip. He stopped moving for a moment only for then to start the same movement as before again. This time harder, not faster, only harder. He even stopped kissing you, he only stared at the faces you make. No, because you gasped when he started to move again. "What's wrong, honey? Use your words." he never change. Why did you believe him in the first place? He smiled at you, somehow tired, but that smile made you angry. But that only made his movement to change. He got half the way out then went back in, still hard. You tried to close your legs, but just like before, he was in the way. "You like that?" you shook your head. "Be more honest." he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Shouldn't I say that?" you wrapped your arms around his neck. Why is he trying to play always cool? He stopped being that harsh, now moving his hips back how it was at first, long and slow thrusts. His forehead on yours, he close his eyes and just slowly moved. But something felt like it was missing, or at least to him. Oh, right, aren't you just so relaxed? How can you be like this after the hell days he had this week. One of his hands moved, now his thumb on your clit, rubbing it. His hand movement wasn't the same pace as his thrusts. No, it was more faster, somehow trying to see how much you can last. Because he can't do this much longer. "Mmm." the way you tried to not let out any sound, trying to bite on his shoulder.

"I'm also close." he could feel the way your walls are squeezing him. He started to kiss you again, hungrily, because that's how he felt. "I'm here. I'm here." he whispered between the kisses. His thrusts a little harsher now, never stopping the kisses, never stopping rubbing your clit. "I love you, I really do." he said before both of you finally release yourself. Him cumming inside of you, while you released all over him.

"You said something?" you tried to say catching your breath. You heard him say something, but you couldn't understand what.

"It's nothing." he said and he felt next to you.

"You're sure?" he dragged you in his arms.

"Mmm." won't you leave him again if he says those words again, anyway? It's better if he keeps it to himself. "Sleep here tonight. I'll drive you back tomorrow."

"Alright." he'll enjoy even the last second of it until you leave. All of it.

Now I'm kinda embarrassed of what I wrote.

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