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[part two] we weren’t just friends - okkotsu yuuta

word count: 11k warnings: swearing, drinking (but it’s legal!), mentions of masturbating summary: two idiots that are bad at confrontation and don’t want things to be awkward somehow make things awkward anyways. more info: college!au, aged up characters, roommates!au, childhood friends, n*oya makes an appearance in this part, soft yuuta taking care of drunk reader

part two: “i’m not ready, eyes heavy now” ___

[mai] : do you want me to come kidnap you? just say we have plans

[maki] : you don’t need to kidnap her. she’s a big girl. She can handle talking about her feelings. can’t you, (y/n)?

[(y/n)] : no i don’t think i can :’( pls come rescue me, idk what to do.

[mai] : maki where are the keys i’m going over there

[maki] : the fuck you are, stay away from my car.

[maki] : i say this with love, (y/n). get out of bed and just talk to him. it’s not like you boned. A little kissing never hurt anyone. your friendship is stronger than that, don’t you think?

[(y/n)] : …it was a lot of kissing…

[mai] : did he get a boner?

[maki] : you’ve been friends a long time. and he kissed you back, didn’t he? he probably enjoyed it.

[(y/n)] : i think he enjoyed it… idk… i’m rlly embarrassed about it.

[mai] : if he got a boner he enjoyed it.

[maki] : ur being gross :p

[(y/n)] : but what if he just got carried away and it didn’t mean anything and he’s upset with me?

[maki] : did he say he was upset with you?

[(y/n)] : … no.

[mai] : he’s probs pent up now. you should seduce him again.

[maki] : then all this talk is pointless. go TALK to him and then if it’s bad we’ll come swoop you up and take you out for the day. deal?

[(y/n)] : bed is comfy… and safe…

[mai] : and if we don’t hear from u we’ll assume u seduced him again

[maki] : you got this :)

(y/n) sighed as she turned off her phone, dropping it onto her mattress as she glared up at her ceiling. The light from the sun had long since poured in through the window, having woken her up hours ago. She wasn’t surprised to see so many texts in her groupchat with the Zen’in twins after Toge blabbed about what he thought he saw when he returned to the apartment late last night.

Normally she would’ve ignored their pestering and turned down any assumptions they may have made. But she needed advice from her closest friends on what to do now. She had yet to leave the safety of her bedroom, knowing Yuuta would be awake and going about his morning routine. Maybe it was silly to be afraid of running into him, but her shame kept her shackled to the bed.

Maki was right, it wasn’t fair to assume how Yuuta would behave today. It was a discredit to the years of friendship under their belts. But then again, making out in a sudden moment of weakness was a blunder on their friendship, too.

Dramatically, she rolled over, planting her face in her pillow and groaning out her frustrations.

When she finally made an appearance, Yuuta’s head shot up from the kitchen table where he’d set up his things to spend the day working on an essay he should’ve started yesterday. Just like yesterday, his focus shifted completely as soon as her door creaked open and she stepped out.

Her eyes widened a bit when they landed on him, as if she was surprised to see him there at all. He gave her a small smile, hoping to ease any nerves she likely had coming into the morning.

“Mornin’,” He hummed, his gaze fixed on her as she lingered in her doorway, seemingly unsure about leaving her room at all. “Made a pot of coffee if you need some”

Yes, caffeine, her body pleaded, and she nodded at him gratefully as she made her way to the kitchen. Even as she grabbed her usual mug out of the cupboard and poured a generous amount of coffee into it, she could feel his eyes on her back.

He watches as she shuffles about the kitchen, pouring in her cream and sugar before testing the drink, then repeating the cream and sugar. He smiles to himself as this happens a few more times. She’s not happy with it until it’s color is milky brown, and it surely no longer tastes like coffee at all.

“Thank you” She hums when she takes a longer drink, smiling as it finally tastes perfect.

She turns to him, leaning against the counter and holding her mug carefully in both hands. He gives her a nod, his eyes flickering over her, as though looking for any sign of discontent. He finds none.

“Yeah,” He replies quietly. “You sleep alright?”

(y/n) nods back. “You?”

He shrugs a shoulder, his head moving from side to side with lack of a real answer. Her lips pull into an awkward frown, not knowing what to say now.

She hates that she finds it so hard to speak to him. It had never been like this between them before. They’d never tiptoed around each other, conversation always came naturally. And when they were quiet, the silence was comfortable.

The silence now feels so heavy that her chest aches.

She hates that she’s the reason for the nervous energy buzzing in the air, making her skin prick with goosebumps and her heart beat erratically.

“I, uh, I think I’m gonna go out with the twins later” She forces herself to speak, saying the first thing that comes to mind. Even though she hadn’t explicitly made plans with the Zen’ins, she was sure they’d do her this favor.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” She sighs, sounding less convincing by the second. “Probably for drinks, I could really use a drink” She mumbles the last part.

Yuuta chuckles, his smile cracking a little further as his eyes catch the clock on the oven behind her, before looking at her again.

“Not even ten in the mornin’,” He tells her, tilting his head. “Already need to forget today?”

Her face flushes and she tilts her head to stare down at her cup of coffee.

“That’s alright,” Yuuta brushes off her nervousness as best he could. He just wanted her to be at ease, even if that meant pretending nothing happened between them. “I’ve got an essay to keep me company today anyways,” He says, nodding to the scattered textbooks and notebooks before him. “But you’ll let me know if you need a ride, or anything?”

She nods back at him, the smile on her face a little more genuine this time.

“Yeah, I will” She says, and finally makes her way out of the kitchen.

She goes to greet their fish good morning, cooing softly to the thing as it swims about it’s tank excitedly. She gives into it’s begging, sprinkling in the smallest amount of fish flakes as she could, and cheering quietly as he strikes at the little clump of food at the surface of the water. Yuuta tries not to stare as she murmurs and coos to the fish as though it were any other pet, a kitten, or a hamster. But he can’t help the lurch in his heart watching her sweet talk the betta that only had the capacity to care about being hungry. The scene truly was a testament to her character.

She finished her coffee and went about her normal routine without much else to say to him. Yuuta tried not to mind. He tried to focus on his essay and give her space to settle back into what felt normal. He just hoped she’d relax sooner than later. He’d hate to have her feel uncomfortable in her own home.

Shortly after she’d gotten in the shower, he lost focus on his project again and reached for his phone.

[yuuta] : i feel like a total fucking idiot. i think i messed everything up.

[toge] : looked like u guys enjoyed urselves to me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[yuuta] : so not what i meant. [yuuta] : she can barely talk to me. she only just got out of bed. she seemed so uncomfortable.

[toge] : did she seem mad? maybe she just didn’t know what to say. it is kinda awkward

[yuuta] : i don’t think she’s mad. I think she just regrets it

[toge] : did u bring it up?

[yuuta] : no, i don’t know how

[toge] : well did u try ‘hey we made out and i liked it, what are we?’

[yuuta] : ._.

[toge] : ok taking that as a no. [toge] : but starting w that is prlly a good idea

[yuuta] : but what if that makes it worse [yuuta] : what if she doesn’t want anything more and it was just like a one time thing yk [yuuta] : we both had a bit to drink. [yuuta] : i think i’m going to have a panic attack.

[toge] : ok slow down for a sec [toge] : you’re jumping to conclusions, remember? you can’t decide what she’s thinking bcuz you haven’t talked about it. [toge] : rn what you have control over is what you want to do about it. So for now, just try to focus on that. [toge] : and ur essay for econ. actually you should put most of your focus on that.

[yuuta] : ok ur right. i’m gonna work on that now. [yuuta] : thank you. I’ll talk to you about it later.

[toge] : :) ___

Yuuta had never felt the menacing glare of the Zen’in twins fixed on him before. When he opens the door to find them in the hallway, clearly perturbed to be greeted by him rather than the girl they were here to escort for the evening, he felt a cold sweat form on the back of his neck.

“Hey guys-”

“Where’s (y/n)?” Maki pushed in first, side stepping Yuuta completely and bee-lining for (y/n’s) bedroom door, which had been shut since she’d been getting ready to go out with them.

Mai gave him a sympathetic smile, and he stepped aside to let her in.

“She’s a bit on edge, don’t worry about her,” She explained her sister’s antics, something she’d grown used to doing. “But how are you doing?”

The simple question didn’t hold it’s usual casual tone. Mai looked genuinely curious to know his answer. In fact, it looked like she was taking pity on him as her brows drew together in concern.

“Uh- fine. I’m fine,” Yuuta stammered over his answer, and quickly made his way towards the kitchen, looking for something to busy himself with. Getting interrogated by Maki and Mai was the last thing his nerves needed right now.

Even if Maki had already barged into (y/n’s) room and shut the door behind her with a slam. He’d perked up at the ruckus, watching the door worriedly, but it remained shut, and he didn’t hear hollering from inside, so he figured all was fine between the two, and Maki was just up to her usual untamed behavior. Mai chuckled to herself.

“Did you want a glass of water? Or something?” Yuuta asked, already filling a cup at the sink.

“Oh no, I’m alright,” Mai shook her head and took a seat at the kitchen table. Her eyes scan over the messy stacks of books and the long extension cord that reaches across the whole room to keep his laptop alive while he works. “You’ve been busy, hm?”

Yuuta chokes, whirling around, not realizing she’d been commenting on his mess at the table. He instantly flushes, especially when Mai raises a brow and her lips curl into a smirk at his reaction.

“Oh- that- yeah,” He coughs to clear the hitch in his throat, hitting his fist to his chest a few times for good measure. “I have an essay that’s due in a week” He explains quietly, certain that she didn’t actually care what he was working on.

Mai only nods, changing the subject before he could bore her with the specifics of the assignment.

“So, what’re your thoughts on the whole thing?”

Yuuta blinks, unsure of what she was really asking. Mai tilts her head at him, knowing he was a smart enough guy that he could figure it out on his own.

“I don’t know…” He sighs, bringing a hand up to the back of his neck. “I don’t know what the right thing to do is…”

Mai giggles cutely behind her fingers, as if she’d been watching two kittens playing with a ball of yarn, rather than watch a grown man struggle with the feelings he’d carried for years. Feelings so strong everyone around him knew damn well where his heart lied. It was a cruel laugh, but she couldn’t help it. Yuuta could be so pitifully hilarious sometimes.

“Sorry,” Her apology is empty when he furrows his brow at her. “It’s just… I owe Toge money for this, you know,”

Yuuta’s gawking now, frozen and silent as he waits for further explanation. Had everyone been in on something he hadn’t known about? Was this all some elaborate prank on him?

“I always thought you’d make the first move. Guess Toge knew best this time”

“Wait, you actually bet on- he bet against me?” Yuuta stammered. Mai smiled sweetly.

“Everyone bet against you,” She told him. “Well, everyone but me,” She corrected right away. “Personally, I thought it’d be a whole love confession thing, you know? Like in the movies? I always thought you were the kind of guy that just wouldn’t be able to hold it in anymore. After last night I was sure that if (y/n/n) had a little push it’d be enough for you to do something. But it sounds like she initiated, no?”

Yuuta’s head was spinning taking in all of this information at once. Everyone knew? His closest friends, and they bet against him? His face felt hot with embarrassment, and just when he thought this whole thing couldn’t get worse, too. Damn them all for being such a close knit group of friends that nothing was private anymore.

“I… I guess…” He answered the question quietly, unsurely. Truthfully Yuuta wasn’t sure who exactly was at fault for the situation. (y/n) might have brought up the subject, but he was the one who kissed first, wasn’t he? “So… she told you all of it?” He asked.

Mai smirked.

“Sorry, can’t break the girl code,” She says innocently. Yuuta rolls his eyes. Bullshit. She just wanted to yank his chain. “But you’re my friend too,” She reminds him. “So I was just curious what you thought about all this”

Their banter was cut short by (y/n’s) door swinging open, Maki’s voice carrying out into the hall as she exited, nodding for her sister to get up to head out.

(y/n) followed shortly after, a pair of heels in one hand, her other hand occupied trying to secure a bracelet on her wrist. With her focus on awkwardly trying to maneuver the clasp with one free hand, Yuuta was given enough time to stare at her properly.

She’d spent a lot of time holed up in her room, supposedly getting ready, and now he could see just the amount of effort she’d put into doing so. Her hair was done up, styled in perfect soft waves that bounced when she moved, and fell around her shoulders. A simple but pretty dress hung from tiny straps at her shoulders and fell just above her knees. It was her favorite color and one that complimented her very well. Yuuta had been there when she’d found it and claimed it was an ‘impulse buy’, but she’d loved it thoroughly and had worn it regularly. He stared in awe while she struggled with the jewelry and cursed under her breath.

It took him a minute to come back to reality, blinking quickly as if he needed to refocus, before approaching her with an outstretched hand and a small smile. She understood what he was offering from the small action. It wasn’t the first time she’d struggled to put on her own jewelry, and she’d often turned to him for help with the dainty clasps.

Sheepishly, (y/n) placed the charm bracelet in the palm of his hand, before holding her wrist out to him. With how close she is he can smell the flowery perfume she’d just applied before coming out of her room. It was sweet and pretty and he swore it flooded his senses like THC, lifting him right off the floor and into the clouds.

“Thank you” She murmurs.

She watches as he carefully lifts the jewelry from both ends, securing the claw clasp between his thumb and index finger gently. A smile lifted at the corners of his lips as the little charms dangled off the silver chain, and he recognized the bracelet.

It was a gift from him. For the first birthday she’d celebrated since moving in together. It wasn’t the most extravagant thing, there were no jewels, the chain was made of silver rather than rose gold or something more expensive and romantic. The charms were a mismatched set of stars and moons, some varying in color, but most of them the same silver as the chain they dangled from. When he’d come across it, Yuuta thought he’d struck gold. It had been the perfect gift. He’d seen it in the window at a jewelry store he’d never looked at twice before, but somehow this little bracelet called to him and he was waltzing right inside and purchasing it at the counter not five minutes later.

The clerk placed it in a little velvet box, which Yuuta took home and carefully wrapped a silky white ribbon around. It had taken some practice to tie the bow just right, but he’d been very proud of his craftsmanship. In the days leading up to her birthday, he was sure he was going to ruin the surprise, he was so giddy with excitement.

Then when the day came, and they were all out with their friends for dinner, he was a wreck. Everyone else’s gifts were so different from his. Maki had given her a nice leather jacket, Mai had given her a handle of her favorite rum, and Toge had given her a new game for their switch. When all that was left was the small gift bag holding Yuuta’s gift, he was chugging his drink as she reached into it with a grin.

The table went silent when she pulled out a tell-tale velvet box, a perfect silk bow tied around it. Yuuta avoided her gaze when her wide eyes turned to him. He’d missed the way her cheeks had warmed up, too embarrassed by the stares from the rest of their friends. ‘Jewelry?’ she’d asked sweetly, before carefully untying the ribbon and propping open the box. She’d gasped, setting the box down carefully before lifting the bracelet from it, admiring each mismatched charm dangling from it.

Her eyes lit up as she turned to him, holding it out for him with one hand, the other wrist on display as she bounced in her seat, prompting him to put it on her. That was the first of many times Yuuta had clasped the gift carefully around her wrist. Conversation between the twins and Toge picked up again as the pair shared a sweet, private moment. Yuuta wasn’t sure why it was so intimate to do such a simple favor for his friend, but his skin burned where it grazed hers as he adjusted the new jewelry for her.

‘It’s beautiful,’ She’d whispered softly, her eyes fond as they gazed into his. ‘I love it so much, thank you, Yuuta’.

As he hooked the claw through the usual hoop she always wore it at, the perfect length to keep it secure on her wrist but still let the little stars loosely dangle, Yuuta couldn’t help but think about that first time he’d put it on for her.

“There,” He hummed when it hung perfectly around her wrist. “You’re all set now”

His eyes lingered on the bracelet and it’s meaning that he’d never quite worked up the courage to tell her about, before flickering to meet her soft expression. There was something in her eyes that told him she was trying to say something, but she didn’t budge on it. Her lips curved into a small smile as she nodded at him in gratitude.

“So we’re ready?” Maki cleared her throat, drawing both of their attention over to where she had her arms crossed and a brow raised.

(y/n) was quick to shuffle away from Yuuta, sliding on her heels and making sure the straps were adjusted just right at her ankles before giving Maki a wide smile.

“Ready!”

She leaves with a wave and a sweet call of good luck on finishing his essay. Yuuta lingers at the door, even long after the three have left for the night. The creeping feeling that he’s an idiot plaguing his mind again.

It wasn’t like he could tell her not to go, that wasn’t fair. It also didn’t seem right to tag along, he wasn’t a total moron after all, he knew that she needed some space tonight with her girlfriends to collect herself and get over what happened between them.

But god, he just hoped she wasn’t going to get over it by finding someone else to distract her from it. ___

Rather than go to the usual bar that the group would spend free evenings at, Maki and Mai had promised an all new experience for the night. Mai talked up the place animatedly, all bright eyes and movements of her perfectly manicured hands, while Maki drove and chastised her sister for being such an annoying passenger.

The longer (y/n) spent around them, the more her nerves began to settle and she finally gave in to the excitement of going out for the night. It had been a while since they’d done something just the three of them. Girl time was hard to come by, and often only happened in their groupchat. Toge and Yuuta had a way of wiggling into their plans, not that they really complained about it. It was nice to have a close and comfortable group of friends.

But right now, (y/n) needed two things. One, time with her favorite twins that always scored free drinks wherever they went. And two, the free drinks that the pair were currently scoring as they chatted up the bartender.

(y/n) watched in amusement as Maki slid her glasses onto the top of her head pulling her hair away from her pretty face, and Mai leaned over the bar on her elbows, her low cut top doing all the work for her even while she undoubtedly flirted with the tattooed man behind the bar. The high top table (y/n) sat at with all of their purses- it wasn’t like the Zen’ins needed their wallets- was far enough away that she couldn’t hear the conversation happening, but she recognized the sweet, alluring smile on Mai’s red painted lips. It was a flirty look, and held absolutely no bite behind the bark. It was just a well rehearsed dance, and she knew exactly how to use it to get what she wanted.

Admittedly, it had even worked on (y/n) a few times. So she knew that no man was strong enough to withstand it’s power.

Sure enough, the girls were already headed back to the table with three drinks between them, and proud grins on their faces as they snickered between themselves.

“Did a phone number come with these?” (y/n) teased as Maki handed her the extra cocktail. She thanked her with a bright smile, admiring the swirls of color in the drink before she stirred it up.

“Sure did,” Mai says, flashing the napkin between her fingers, the scrawl of numbers in purple ink spread across one side. “I think I might call this one too” She adds excitedly.

Maki and (y/n) share a laugh before the three of them raise their glasses, clinking them together gently.

A few drinks passed and (y/n) had almost forgotten why she’d even wanted to go out tonight. It was so nice to hang out with the Zen’in twins. There was always plenty to gossip about, and especially in a setting like this one, there was only more fuel for their fire.

While Mai went back to order their fourth round, and flirt with the bartender some more, Maki dragged (y/n) out to the dance floor. She knew her well enough to know that three drinks was just the right amount to loosen her up and get her out there without much protest. And just as she thought, (y/n) eagerly followed, hips already swaying to the familiar beat.

“You feelin’ better?” Maki asked, leaning in close enough so she didn’t have to yell as much over the music. Close enough that (y/n) could smell the familiar perfume she’d been wearing since they were in high school.

“I am,” She beamed up at her friend while they danced. “Thank you for taking me out, this is just what I needed”

Maki smiled back at her, relieved to have helped. Even if it was only for a few hours, she knew that this distraction was necessary to clear her mind.

(y/n) and Yuuta had been dancing the dance of friends that hadn’t realized they were infatuated with each other for so long that Maki genuinely couldn’t remember a time when their romantic tension wasn’t all consuming. When they’d decided to move in together, she’d known it was only a matter of time before something changed between them. They all knew, hence the bet with Mai and Toge, that living in close quarters would create a rift at some point.

It sounded like that rift was more of a dive head first into unexplored territory, and (y/n’s) panic text last night that only read ‘s.o.s yuuta and i almost hooked up and i think i’m gonna have a panic attack’ was far more than anything she could expected to happen, but it was amusing nonetheless.

And Maki loved her friends. She loved them so much she was happy to take her out for drinks and dancing in order to relieve some of the awkward tension at home. But her friends were morons, and when this was resolved, she planned to never let them live it down.

Because there was no doubt in her mind that Yuuta loved (y/n) with every fiber of his being. No doubt at all that (y/n) felt just the same for him. She’d been following him around with stars in her eyes since they were children. And Yuuta had never treated anyone the way he treated (y/n)- like she hung the moon and stars, like his entire world revolved around her.

They could be in a crowded room with blasting music and hollering voices, and if (y/n) was speaking, Yuuta was listening to every word with his undivided attention. Maki had seen it, on multiple occasions.

Six drinks and two free rounds of shots from the bartender that had a crush on Mai later, and Maki was struggling to herd her sister and her friend outside and towards the car.

It was very late into the night, and even for a Friday night Maki was ready to crash and get a full night of sleep. She should have known to start the process of leaving an hour early, because since suggesting they square up their minimal tab and heading out, an hour is how long it had taken to get the two remotely close to the door.

Mai was insistent on staying until the place closes- which wasn’t for another three hours- but Maki refused to ditch her sister at a bar at one in the morning with a guy she just met. Free drinks or not, that crossed girl and sister code for her.

(y/n) was a different story. Three-drink (y/n) loosened up enough to dance a bit and mingle just a little. Six-drink-and-two-shots (y/n) was making best friends out of everyone she ran into, whether they wanted to chat or not, she found a reason to hold their attention. One girl had cute boots, some other guy was wearing a tee shirt of a band she’d heard of- not even liked, just heard of- and now she was off again talking to someone near the bathrooms.

“She said she was gonna pee!” Maki barked, and Mai lazily turned her attention towards where Maki was glaring. “Come on, let’s go get her. Again”

Knowing better than to trust Mai to follow, Maki snatches her by the wrist and drags her across the bar with her. Mai finds this amusing and a bit ridiculous, but doesn’t fight with her.

As they grow nearer and can see (y/n’s) animated talking, they also get a better look at who it was that had stolen her attention.

“Hey wait a sec,” Mai stops in her tracks, pulling her arm out of Maki’s grip only to grab her shoulder and maneuver her body until she could follow her exact line of sight. “Is that…?” The name doesn’t come off her tongue, but it doesn’t need to. Maki recognizes the man she’s speaking too instantly.

And she glowers, before speeding off towards the pair at a faster, more determined rate. This time she knows Mai will be hot on her tail.

“Naoya!”

(y/n) and the stranger she’d been talking to both perk up. Recognition flashes in both of them as they see the Zen’in twins stampeding towards them. (y/n) beams, delighted to see her friends. The handsome stranger she’d been conversing with wears a smug look as he smirks at his cousins.

“We’re leaving,” Maki said, putting herself between (y/n) and her distant cousin, staring down at her friend with a grave expression. “Let’s go-”

“I didn’t pee” (y/n) pouts up at her, too out of it to notice the hostility between her friend and the man she’d just met. Maki huffs, narrowing her eyes at her as though to ask ‘really?’. (y/n) bats her eyes up at her.

“I was just keeping (y/n) here company while she waited,” Naoya speaks up.

The Zen’in twins both spun around to glare at him as he spoke. If (y/n) hadn’t been inebriated she may have recognized the icy stares that she’d seen many people cower away from before. Eerily enough when directed at him, he stared back at them with his chin tilted out and a smirk on his face.

“I’m happy to wait with her if you both have somewhere to be?” He suggested.

“As if”

“Eat shit”

Mai and Maki spoke in unison, both of their comments jarring (y/n), who was now shielded behind them like a small child. Naoya lifted his hands in mock surrender, and took a step away from the wall.

He caught eyes with (y/n), confused, naive, drunk (y/n), who tilted her head as he waved goodbye to her. She weakly raised a hand to return the gesture. Maki glared between them both as she followed the interaction.

“You’ve got my number,” He grins, his eyes staying locked on hers even while Maki and Mai’s were so sharp he could almost feel them piercing his skin. “If you change your mind on getting over that roommate”

Mai’s jaw dropped open as she whirled around to (y/n), a look in her eyes that was somewhere between excitement and bewilderment. Maki snarled at the man until he finally turned around and left. It wasn’t until then that she ushered (y/n) into the bathroom, where there was no line to begin with, as it was completely empty inside.

The loud music and crowd at the bar muffled out once they were alone in there, and (y/n) was quick to scurry into a stall.

“Fucking ridiculous,” Maki cursed under her breath, while Mai pulled herself onto the counter of sinks, swinging her feet as she laughed to herself. “If he tries to talk to her again, I’m punching him in the goddamn teeth”

“That guy?” (y/n) called from the stall, only to go ignored by the sisters on the outside.

“Like when we were kids?” Mai mused, a smirk curling on her lips as she recalled the distant memory.

“No,” Maki shook her head, before a slow smirk of her own formed. “That was his nose”

They shared a laugh, even while (y/n) continued to ask who and what they were talking about. Naoya was a face they’d hoped they’d never have to see again, but certainly had no issue breaking if it came to it. And knowing him, things would likely come to that. Since birth he’d been an asshole, it seemed. Something about being a trust fund baby and a narcissistic manipulator seemed to bring out the worst in him.

(y/n) comes out of the stall with a childish frown as she drags her feet to the sink.

“We’re talking about Naoya,” Mai says, leaning back into the mirror to speak to (y/n) while she washes her hands. “He’s our cousin”

“That guy out there?” (y/n) mumbles, her brows furrowing as she focuses intently on soaping up her hands. “He’s your cousin?”

Mai nods.

“And he’s the fucking worst,” Maki pipes up with a bark in her tone that has (y/n’s) eyes snapping to her reflection in the mirror. Sure enough, Maki was giving her a pointed glare. “Stay away from him (y/n), he’s a piece of shit”

With wide eyes and her lips pressed together, (y/n) nods back at her in a small movement.

She hadn’t spoken to him too much. He’d approached her while she was lingering at the wall trying to get her texts to go through. She vaguely recalled him saying something about a pretty girl being alone, but she hadn’t given him much of her attention, too drunk and annoyed with her phone for not working to care.

But one thing led to another and she was complaining to him about not getting in touch with her hot roommate that she’d made things complicated with, and after he showed her how to send the message as a text rather than an imessage, he’d prodded her into telling him more about this situation-ship as he’d called it, and next thing she knew, she was talking on and on about Yuuta.

And (y/n) may have been a bit drunk, but she wasn’t oblivious. She caught the way he told her he’d help her get her mind off of things, she noticed the smirk on his lips and the darkness in his eyes as they swept her figure. But she didn’t care about his intentions. She just needed to vent, to an impartial- partially impartial- party that wouldn’t tell her what everyone else was telling her.

So honestly, (y/n) had no problem ignoring the new number in her contacts. She wasn’t looking to hook up with Naoya. But his company was appreciated while it lasted, even if he did only stick around her in the hopes of getting laid.

“She’s not interested in him like that,” Mai tells her sister, before her eyes flit over to (y/n) as she dries her hands. “Are you?”

(y/n) merely shakes her head, and tosses the paper towel in the bin.

“Thought so,” Mai smirked. “You’re still hung up on Yuu-ta~” She singsongs his name with girlish charm, and Maki cracks a small laugh, relieved to know that she didn’t have to teach her asshole cousin a lesson to keep him away from her best friend.

“That much is obvious”

“Come on,” (y/n) sighs, pulling on Mai’s arm to get her off of the counter so they could finally leave the bar. “Let’s go home so I can sleep this off and hopefully forget all of it”

Mai slings her arm around her waist as they leave the bathroom, the noise of the busy place drowning out all else once more. Even as the three of them push through the crowd, with Maki leading because her presence was strong enough to part a path in any crowd, (y/n’s) thoughts are messy. It was probably all the drinks, but she couldn’t help but feel guilty for the situation she’d put herself in.

She feels Mai’s cheek on top of her head when they near the door, and Maki opens it for the two to go through first, then follow behind. Sometimes (y/n) thinks her friendship with the twins had developed so much that she shares some of their special twin telepathy. Because Mai squeezes her hip and nuzzles into her hair just as her thoughts begin to spiral the longer she thinks about going home. Mai was always affectionate when she was drunk, and maybe she was riding on a high after her score with the sexy bartender, but (y/n) appreciated it nonetheless. She even sat with her in the backseat of Maki’s car, falling half asleep on her while leaning up against one another.

“I’m so not carrying her if she passes out,” Maki half-chides as she glares at her barely conscious sister in the backseat. “She can spend the night back there, I don’t care, I’m tired of carrying her ass around”

(y/n) chuckles, and laughs a little louder as Mai stirs and mutters something along the lines of ‘m not fuckin’ tired back at her.

Somehow she doesn’t pass out on top of (y/n), although her weight is heavy against her, when Maki parks at (y/n’s) apartment complex, Mai sits right up and gets out of the car. Her and (y/n) keep their arms wrapped around each other as they head inside. Maki rolls her eyes and occasionally scolds them for being too slow, or stumbling around and bumping into things, but her voice is soft and her hands are gentle as she guides them to the door.

Just as (y/n) is slurring over her words trying- and failing- to explain that she doesn’t have her key, the door opens and Maki is pushing the two inside.

Mai disappears from (y/n’s) side almost instantly, suddenly craving a glass of water and one of the peaches on display in a porcelain bowl on the kitchen counter.

“Pretty much what you expected, yeah?” (y/n) hears Maki say, but she’s suddenly so tired that keeping her eyes open feels like a workout. She doesn’t even have the energy to ask her what she’s talking about.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Someone replies. A familiar voice that was deep but soft around the edges. An instinctive smile forms on her lips. “Thanks for driving, though. And for… everything else” The voice grows quieter towards the end.

And then there’s a pair of hands on her shoulders, and (y/n) nearly collapses into the embrace. She stumbles, catching her heel at an awkward angle and nearly sprains an ankle trying to correct her stance. But the hands are faster, and stronger, and lift her by her hips before she could fall on the bent ankle or hurt herself at all. She’s placed right back on the ground a moment later, but the hands remain.

“Yuuta~” She greets him once she finally realizes who it is that is keeping her upright. It was an honest mistake, with her heavy eyes and alcohol flooded system, it was easy to confuse Yuuta’s strength for Maki’s.

Yuuta chuckles quietly at her delayed acknowledgement, his thumb caressing her hip in gentle circles.

“Let’s get you some water and into bed, hm?” He hums, tugging gently on her to get her to follow him.

(y/n) stumbles along without much hesitation at all. She’s humming a tune that had been stuck in her head after she’d heard it at the bar, and Yuuta tries not to laugh at her inebriated state, but she does make it difficult.

When he opens the door to her bedroom, they realize why it had been shut.

Mai was face down in (y/n’s) pillows, passed out cold. Her heels had been kicked off and unceremoniously thrown onto the rug, but that was as far as she got in settling in for bed. She was still in her dress, all of her jewelry, and most definitely was staining (y/n’s) silky pillowcases with her makeup.

“Damn, that’s another pillowcase set she owes me” (y/n) mumbles with a huff, leaning defeatedly into her door frame.

“She’s done this before?” Yuuta’s brows furrow.

(y/n) looks over at him with a frustrated pout before nodding. He winces, but their moment of shared exasperation is quickly clouded by how funny it was that such a thing had occurred twice and they hadn’t learned from it, and soon Yuuta was ushering them both out of the doorway and into the hall so they could let her sleep in peace.

“We’ll let her stay,” He says quietly, already guiding her to the other door. His door, she realizes distantly. “She clearly needs the rest, you can just stay in here, alright?”

He watches the delay in her realization as she turns to face him with a concerned look on her face. Yuuta already knows what she’s going to say before the words form in her mouth.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” He eases her into the room with a gentle hand on her lower back. Her expression is still unsure, but her feet move on their own accord further into the room. “Get somethin’ to wear out of the dresser,” Yuuta instructs, knocking his knuckle against the drawer he kept his sleepwear in. “I’ll go let Maki know she can stay with Mai if she wants”

(y/n) gives him a small nod before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

It felt odd being in his room, not because it was unfamiliar to her, she actually spent plenty of time lounging in his room with him, but it was odd being there without him. Especially when she’d been asked to change, and into his clothes no less.

Her movements were hesitant as she opened the drawer he’d pointed to. The wood creaked out and put his clothes on their perfect, organized display. She let out a small laugh through her nose at how crisp his tee shirts were folded, and similarly, the even rolls of sweatpants beside them. It was almost ridiculous how perfect it all looked. But she couldn’t be surprised.

It almost felt wrong to pluck out a tee shirt and pair of sweats and unfold them, but suddenly her wrinkled skirt and the straps that didn’t want to stay in place on her shoulders were enough of a bother for her to unzip the irritating material and let it drop to the floor.

Yuuta’s clothes smelled like him. Which shouldn’t have been something that surprise her as much as it did, pausing as she tugged the tee shirt down, dipping her nose against the loose collar and inhaling the familiar scent of pine and the laundry detergent they shared, creating a fragrance that was so distinctly Yuuta she could recognize it in a second.

She tied the drawstrings of the sweatpants in a double knot to keep them from sliding back off her hips, and that was when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in” She called quietly, aware of the sleeping girl in the next room over. Although a tornado couldn’t stir Mai from the drunken slumber she was in.

Yuuta opened the door slowly, trying to keep it from creaking, before he entered the room.

He tried not to stare, he really did, but he couldn’t help but smile at the way his clothes blanketed her, and just how cute she looked in them. It wasn’t necessarily the first time she’s worn his clothes, there had been plenty of times where he’d lent her his jacket, or a spare tee shirt in high school when she’d spilled milk on her blouse, and those times had felt special too, but now felt… significant.

Seeing her wrapped up in his pajamas in his room while getting ready to go to sleep in his bed, Yuuta’s grinning at her while her face is going pink with embarrassment.

“Maki went home,” He cleared his throat, trying to remember the conversation he’d just had before he walked in here and had his mind wiped of all logical thought. “She said she’ll pick Mai up in the morning”

“Alright then,” (y/n) nodded in understanding. “Oh, and can I borrow a-”

“Your shoes are still on,”

Yuuta’s voice is soft as he cuts her off, vaguely pointing to where her strappy heels poked out under the pool of fluffy cotton at her feet. She looks down as though confused by the statement, but sure enough she realizes she hadn’t taken them off when she’d dropped her dress and stepped into the sweats.

She giggles to herself and lifts a leg, the excess fabric of his pants hanging off her ankle so she could be sure her heels were in fact still on her feet.

“Here,” Yuuta reaches out, guiding her to sit on the edge of his bed. She follows, but just before she could lean over to undo the small buckles at her ankles, Yuuta was already kneeling to the ground before her.

(y/n’s) certain that her mistake from the night prior is the only reason that she feels a swell in her chest and an intimate tension settle in the air around them. Because there’s no other reason she should feel her heart racing and her face going hot as he carefully unlatches the buckle of the left shoe and slides the strap out before pulling the shoe away and dropping it to the floor. There’s no reason why she should feel butterflies fluttering around her tummy as he follows the same procedure for the right one.

But she does. She feels her blush and the butterflies and the dryness in her throat as the tension sucks all of the oxygen right from her lungs. And when he looks up at her with a sweet smile, surely happy to have helped, all of those feelings seem to be put under a magnifying glass.

“Better?” He asks with that damn smile.

Against her will, her mind wanders to how soft and warm that smile had felt when it was pressed against her mouth. How firm and gentle and experienced his mouth felt when it kissed hers. Her fingers dig into the plush comforter she sat on, trying to ground herself to reality, as far away from that memory as she could get.

She gives him a small nod.

“What did you want to borrow?” He asks as he stands, and her eyes follow his as he’s suddenly so easily towering over her. She almost had no idea what he was talking about, and she’s quick to release her hold on the blanket.

“Right- um- could I borrow one of your blankets? Mai is on top of all of-”

Yuuta’s chuckling makes her halt in her explanation, her brows barely pinching together in question at the reaction.

“You don’t need to sleep on the couch (y/n/n), you can stay in here, I already told you that,”

She presses her lips together as she regards him, trying to find any source of discomfort or regret. He seems to pick up on her evaluation, and he raises a brow as he chuckles at her.

The sound feels all too delighted, like he was amused by her hesitation.

“(y/n), it’s fine, you’re overthinking,” He tells her. “I’ll get you a glass of water, m’kay? Just… get comfortable. You’ve slept in here tons of times before”

He leaves the room before she could say what they were both thinking. Not like this. She’d accidentally napped in here on a few occasions, waiting too long for him to be done studying, or when her bedding was in the wash and she had grown tired after a day of chores, she wasn’t a stranger to his bed. But just as she wasn’t a stranger to his room, it still felt all too new right now.

Like if she moved too quickly she might break something intangible yet oh so fragile.

Nonetheless, she shuffles into the bed and under the covers, and her hazy mind begins to settle as soon as she rests her head on one of Yuuta’s feathery pillows. She wonders if everything he surrounded himself with- his clothes, his blankets, his pillows- was comfortable because he valued comfort, or if it simply was because it was all his. Because it was an extension of him.

But maybe she was still just a bit drunk and overthinking the fluffy warmth surrounding her. Maybe he was right about that part.

She’d just been drifting off to sleep when the door opened again, and she peeks her eyes open as Yuuta brings a glass of water over to the bedside table she laid next to.

“Try to drink all that tonight, alright?” His voice is a hum, surrounded by softness, and comfort, and she’s reaching for that question in the back of her mind again, prodding at it until she’s a little less sleepy, her curiosity stirring her mind enough to keep it active.

“Alright,” She murmurs back, leaning up on her elbow as she reaches for the glass, delighted to see it was chilled with ice. “Thank you” She adds before taking a few sips. Her dry throat had gone unnoticed until the first touch of water to her tongue, and suddenly she’s drinking down half the glass.

The bed dips behind her as Yuuta settles in, sighing to himself quietly as he gets situated. (y/n) quickly sets the glass back down, before turning over to face him.

In the dark room she vaguely makes out his silhouette, and she can’t tell if he’s looking at her or not, so maybe it’s what helped ease her nerves as she laid before him.

“Did you have a good night?” He breaks the silence first, but he keeps his voice quiet.

“Yeah, I guess so,” (y/n) mumbles back, her fingers finding a loose thread in his sheets. “It was fun dancing with Maki and Mai…” She wraps the thread around the tip of her middle finger.

“You sound disappointed” Yuuta comments, hooking his arm under his pillow so he could get a slightly better read on her expression, but the shadows cast over her features are too dark for him to decipher.

But he can feel it when she shrugs one of her shoulders and hums in a way that sounds like I don’t know.

“It was alright, it was, I just…” She tries to explain it, but as she speaks the rest of the words just don’t come to mind. It had been fine, it had been fun even, nothing wrong had happened, but it didn’t quite feel… “I think I just thought my tendency of drinking to forget was the right way to go, but I don’t think it worked, and I think I’m only going to feel worse,”

It was word vomit through and through, an endless stream of thoughts flowing right out of her mouth before she could think twice about what she was saying or how it might make him feel. But the cusp of the issue was right there and she was dying to understand the complicated knot of feelings swelling in her chest.

“I think I made a mistake,” She slows down as she says this, and Yuuta wishes she would’ve ripped off the bandaid, but at least she couldn’t see it when he frowned at her. “But not- not for what you think, I don’t mean it… like that,” She stammers a bit as she tries to correct herself, the alcohol still in her system doing her no favors besides the minor boost in courage. “But I… I don’t think I could handle it” She says in a small voice.

She’s quiet for a bit as she tightens the thread around her finger, barely able to make out the way it creases and dips into her skin.

“Well…” Yuuta sighs, struggling to find the right thing to say to her.

What could he say? He could tell her the truth, unpack all of his feelings, his entire heart, right here, but at the end of the day wouldn’t that just make things more complicated? She wasn’t exactly sober, and if she didn’t feel remotely the same way then he dug himself a socially awkward grave that he’d just have to live in because damn it they split the rent. He’s panicking, breaking into a cold sweat even under two blankets.

“It was just a kiss, yeah?” He repeats what she’d told him just last night. But unlike the confident, smug way she’d phrased it, he sounds unsure, and maybe even frightened.

Her head moves, and he still can’t make out the direction of her gaze, but he can still feel her eyes on him. He tries to focus his vision better, hoping to adjust to the darkness soon.

“If it was just a kiss I don’t think I would’ve felt compelled to go out and try to forget it happened,” (y/n) replies, her voice hushed, afraid of revealing too much. “I’m just really sorry”

Yuuta blinks a few times, as if that would help him figure out if he heard her right.

“You don’t have to apologize, (y/n),” He tells her, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “You have nothing to be sorry for, you didn’t do anything wrong-”

“I made things so weird and over- over some dumb advice from Maki- and I just can’t believe I managed to find a way to make our friendship weird because- because you mean a lot to me, you’re really my best friend, Yuuta”

He can’t tell if his heart swells with love or bursts with the sting of rejection at the statement.

“You’re overthinking again,” He forces a light chuckle, before reaching out and gently wrapping his hand over hers. “It’s not that weird, alright? Nothing could change… us… okay?”

She doesn’t say anything, just sighs in disappointment while his thumb brushes over the back of her hand.

“You mean a lot to me too, you know that,” He tried to lighten the mood, but with barely seeing her face it was hard to tell how she was feeling. “It was just a kiss, alright? Just a… really nice kiss”

“A few really nice kisses,” She mutters under her breath, finally cracking a small laugh. Yuuta beams back at her, unable to stop himself from giggling back at her.

It grows quiet between them after a few minutes, but this time it’s comfortable, and she feels her muscles untense as she sinks further into the mattress.

“I did complain about you, though”

“Complain?” Yuuta pouted. “To the Zen’ins? They’ll use that against me, you know”

(y/n) giggles, knowing full well that if she’d told the twins one foul thing about Yuuta they’d grab him by the ankles and dangle him right off this apartment building until he apologized to her. But she shakes her head at him.

“No, no not to them. Some guy at the bar,” She explains. “Their cousin, actually,”

He racks his brain for a minute, trying to recall who this cousin is, but he can only think of Megumi, and everyone knew Megumi, so had she run into Megumi, she would’ve said so, wouldn’t she? But no, she said some guy.

“Got his number, too,” She adds, but she sounds defeated, like it wasn’t a victory to get a cute stranger’s number at a bar when she’d specifically gone out seeking a distraction.

Something odd twists in Yuuta’s gut. The jealousy was distinct, but the pride in picking up on the fact that she hadn’t been interested in this mysterious Zen’in relative.

“Maki said he’s a dick, though,” She explained her lack of interest. “But he was sure happy to put up with my troubles”

Yuuta lets out a humorless laugh. “Who wouldn’t listen to a pretty girl at a bar rant about her problems?” He asks, and he can’t quite see it but he knows she rolls her eyes at him. “But since you got that number complaining about me, that makes me a wingman, right?”

She snorts back at him.

“Not in the slightest”

“No?” He frowns. “Why not?”

“For one, you weren’t there, you can’t be a wingman if you’re not present,” She explains, matter-of-factly. “And for two, I don’t think telling a guy how annoying it is that my hot roommate has been walking around in a towel and getting in my head really is all that deserving of me getting a phone number. I don’t think that booty-call was going to lead anywhere other than the bathroom stall”

Yuuta crinkled his nose at the descriptive language, before backtracking and perking up at the other part.

“Did you say I’m hot?”

Realization flashes in her eyes, and Yuuta thanks whatever deity is up there that he can finally make out her features in the dark room. When she doesn’t immediately reply, his lips curl into a grin.

“You did!” He teases, and she yanks her hand out of his gentle hold, only for him to poke at her face playfully. “You said-!”

“Hush,” She shushes him with irritation. “You’ll wake up Mai. And- and that’s not a big deal. You compliment me all the time”

Her face is burning, and the smile that threatens to take over her face is beginning to win.

“Shut up, that’s totally different,” He murmurs, and moves closer to her when she tries to shrink away out of embarrassment. “You called me your hot roommate. And apparently you’re getting bothered over a towel? Is me being shirtless that upsetting?”

“I’m not doing this with you right now-”

“Oh no, come on, you have to now,” Yuuta pleads, his voice still that annoyingly sexy teasing tone. (y/n) turns to push her face into her pillow, and he wiggles closer again, eager to hear what else she’d had on her mind. “Come on, what else did you have to complain about?”

“I complained that you’re annoying,” She whines, her voice muffled by the pillow. Yuuta chuckles. “And I complained about how you don’t know how much you…” She trails off, and her voice goes impossibly quieter. “Bother me” She finishes in a mumble to the pillow.

He hears it perfectly clear.

His face feels hot, and there’s a familiar little tingle in his stomach. But he smirks at her hiding form.

“Well what else, then?” He asks.

(y/n) rolls her head to the side, pressing her cheek back into the pillow as she looks over at him.

“What do you mean?” She asks.

“What else bothers you?” He clarifies his question.

She giggles as she shakes her head at him.

“No way”

“Yes way,” Yuuta laughs back at her. “Come on, tell me”

“No!” She protests again in a hiss. “Am I not embarrassed enough already? I’m taking this to my grave”

“No you’re not,” Yuuta scoffs. “Come on, you tell me everything, so, tell me”

She supposed he had a point. A dumb one, but a point nonetheless. Clearly at some point or another she was bound to indulge him on this. Even though she couldn’t explain it, she was always driven to share every part of herself with Yuuta. Even when it was embarrassing. Even when it was intimate.

(y/n) may have told the Zen’in twins about the rushing-out-of-the-shower thing, but that hadn’t meant there weren’t other instances where her mind crossed the platonic boundary between her revolving thoughts of Yuuta. That was just the first occurrence she assumed they could understand.

She huffs.

“Sometimes you wear your tee shirts a size too small,” She mumbles.

Yuuta wants to tease her, maybe crack a joke, but he keeps his mouth shut as she gives in. He didn’t want to miss a single word. He had to pay close attention so he knew exactly how to get under her skin in all the right ways. Hearing that she found him hot was one thing, he could pass it off as a joke or an empty compliment. Hearing that there were specific things that he did that made her sexually frustrated? He couldn’t mess this up for himself.

“And when you drive me places, you do that thing with your arm when you back the car up” She adds.

“What do you mean?” He questions that one with a furrowed brow.

“You know,” She mumbles, weakly lifting her arm to demonstrate, bending it behind her head. He shakes his head, not understanding in the slightest. “You always grab the back of my seat and look over your shoulder,” She tries to put it into words. “And then, it’s just, like-” The words fail her again as she continues the motion with her arm. Yuuta thinks he gets what she’s trying to explain, but he has no idea that such a mundane action was a bother for her.

“That turns you on?” He tries not to laugh, but then (y/n’s) face goes red and she’s trying to deny it.

“I didn’t say that!” She squeaks out. “I just, you know, forget that I’m not supposed to… thinkaboutyoulikethat” She rushes the confession out as fast as she can.

“I… think that’s pretty normal,” Yuuta admits quietly. (y/n) blinks wide eyes at him, waiting for him to continue. “And if anything, I’m flattered,” He adds with a grin.

“Yeah, yeah,” (y/n) huffs, before wiggling closer, pressing her forehead into his chest before sighing, sleepiness overcoming her. “Not a word of this to anyone else” She mutters.

Yuuta mock whines as he wraps an arm around her back, tucking her closer against him. He pretends not to notice when her nose nuzzles into his tee shirt, in the middle of his chest. He pretends not to notice when her hand slips across his abdomen and over his waist.

“I think about you too,” He murmurs, resting his chin on top of her head. Her fingers twitch on his hip, almost tickling him. He tries not to wiggle, he doesn’t want her to think he’s uncomfortable. “For the record”

“You do?” She mumbles, half asleep already, but too curious about what he meant by that.

“Mhm” He hums, his hand trailing down her spine and then back up again, the gentle touch of his fingers warming her up, making her melt further into him.

“Like when?” She asks, and when he doesn’t reply right away, she lets out a sigh. “Come on, I told you!” She whined. “Now you have to tell me some embarrassing stuff, too”

“Alright, that’s fair,” Yuuta agreed. “I like when you wear that dress” He says. (y/n) beams against his chest.

“That one?” She mumbles, weakly gesturing to the pool of fabric on his floor. He nods back at her.

“Mhm,” He confirms quietly. “I know it’s your favorite. It should be” He smiles to himself. (y/n) giggles quietly, the soft vibrations hitting his chest and warming his skin.

“Tell me more” She mumbles, the words barely audible. Yuuta knows that she’s going to pass out soon. Her breathing was beginning to slow, and her chest rose and fell in steady movements. Surely he could leave this conversation as it is and she’d be fast asleep in a minute or two anyhow.

“Well,” He sighs out the word, as if he had to pick his own brain to come up with more examples, as if every little thing she did wasn’t enough to catch his eye on it’s own. “Maybe things are a lil’ different now, hm?” He hums.

(y/n) doesn’t respond. For a second, he thinks maybe she’s finally fallen asleep, but just as he contemplates checking, her head moves in a small nod. A silent, barely-there admission.

“I like the way you kiss,” He says, and she can hear the smile in his voice, the cheeky but all-too shy little grin that she’s grown so accustomed to. She gives him another giggle, a breathless little laugh that makes her shoulders shake and her nose press into the collar of his shirt. “It’s true, I mean it,” Yuuta said, a quiet laugh escaping him as well. Partially due to her laughter infecting him, partially out of the relief that maybe talking about what happened would help them both to not feel so weird about it now. “You’re a good kisser, you should be proud. I for one feel honored”

He’s teasing, she knows that, but her face still feels warm as she keeps it tucked away in his chest, hoping that her heart wasn’t beating so rapidly that he could hear it in the quiet room.

“You’re a good kisser, too,” Her words are more slurred than before, Yuuta can practically hear her losing consciousness as she drifts off. “Really good kisser” She adds under her breath.

And then her head feels a little heavier on his chest, and Yuuta doesn’t have to check to know she’s asleep in his arms. He’s exhausted and he knows he should close his eyes and try to sleep, too. But it feels too nice to hold her close, so he hangs onto consciousness for as long as he can.

Before his body’s tiredness finally takes over, he brushes his lips over the crown of her head, and settles into his pillow with his arms securely wrapped around her, making sure that she stays close while he sleeps.

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xoxo ~ jordie

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❣︎ ⎯⎯ camping + confessions .

PAIRING ! yang jungwon x reader ; ft. the rest of enhypen // GENRE ! best friends to lovers, fluff, non-idol!au // WC. ! 0.8k

PROMPT(S) ! 9. ruffling their hair ;; 18. putting a blanket on them // requested by a lovely anon // 2k followers event

A/N. ! this was such a fun and cute one to write. i’ve been meaning to write a fic like this ever since i started this blog ,, so i rlly hope you guys like it ^_^ enjoy !! <3

“hey, you two wanna go grab the blankets from the trunk?” jake asked you and jungwon. “we’ll bring them by the lake and stargaze there. it’s the perfect time.”

it was the last night of your camping trip with seven of your close guy friends, including your best friend since childhood, yang jungwon. and at the sound of stargazing, your heart raced with excitement, and you pulled on your best friend's sleeve, dragging him to get the blankets with you.

after just a few minutes, everyone was ready, and you headed to the lake together with flashlights and blankets in hand.

once you got there and set up, you and jungwon sat together—for some reason quite far from where the rest of the group was sitting—but you didn’t mind.

“here.”

“thanks,” you said with a small smile as jungwon gave you a blanket, laying it over top your legs.

he grinned and extended his hand out to ruffle your hair playfully.

“won!” you squealed. “you’re messing up my hair!”

“don’t worry about it; no one can see it in this light anyways,” he teased, followed by a laugh, and you gave him a lighthearted glare, even though he likely couldn’t make it out through the darkness.

with nothing lighting up the area for miles, you looked up at the dark sky and smiled when you saw it filled with bright stars.

“it’s so beautiful,” you breathed out.

jungwon followed your eyes and smiled. he couldn’t help but look back down to face you, for nothing so breathtaking to him could compete with your beauty.

you two had been best friends all your lives, but as you both grew up, it didn’t take long for him to begin developing feelings for you, being around you so much almost every day of the week.

jungwon stared at you from the side and smiled as he saw all the stars that reflected in your cute doe eyes.

“beautiful indeed,” he said softly.

you looked at him, noticing his voice seemed to be projecting toward you.

“won, you’re not even looking,” you chuckled.

“why look at the stars when the one who shines the brightest is sitting right in front of me?”

“what?” you let out, slightly confused.

“y/n, i’ve been wanting to tell you this for a really long time, and it’s taken a lot of time to build the courage to say it to you, but since we’re best friends and tell each other everything, i think it’s about time i tell you–” he paused for many seconds before breathing out, “–i like you–and it’s totally understandable if you don’t feel the same. but i thought you should know, since we are best friends.”

a wave of shock ran through your body, and your heart began to pound powerfully within your chest. though you could barely see his face because it was so dark out, you could read the expression on his face, and you could see now that the love he had for you was no longer just platonic.

jungwon had taken a very big leap of faith and you could only imagine how much strength and courage it took to do so.

…and so you decided to do the same.

quickly, you placed one hand on the side of jungwon’s face, cupping his cheek, while the other rested on his shoulder before placing your lips on his in a kiss you were only ever able to find in your imagination.

you pulled away and sat back where you were previously, leaving you both in a daze.

jungwon’s lips were left parted as you both stared at the water, its reflection projecting the stars.

“how long have you liked me?” jungwon asked, still dazed by everything that just happened.

“too many years,” you laughed.

“me too,” he smiled, to which you did the same.

and with that, it felt as though a gravity pulled both of your bodies closer together as you found yourselves leaning in once more until your lips met one another in the middle, moving in sync with every kiss, making the most of this time to catch up on all the missed kisses you two could’ve had all this time.

“—hyung!”

at the sound of your friend, riki’s, voice, you both quickly pulled away, trying to make out his dark figure who was staring at the both of you.

you could tell by the shock in his voice that he had likely witnessed what just happened between you two. you were most definitely not looking forward to all of the teasing you would receive in the following moments, but if you and jungwon confessed to each other, your relationship would have to become official at some point or another.

and little did you two know, the other guys saw it coming all along and were going to be ecstatic by the news they were about to receive from a little messenger bird by the name of riki.

A/N. interactions and feedback are always very appreciated :) hope you liked this one <3

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penhoonie · 9 months

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sunghoon’s love languages as your bf !! (pt. 2)

pairing: sunghoon x reader (not gender specific !!)

genre: fluff | slice of life (i guess?)

word count: 0.8k words

warnings: mentions of weight and self awareness, pet names, rlly cutesy again

a/n: omg the first part got like 60 notes real quick even though my profile is basically empty??? Tysm 😭

QUALITY TIME he’s the type to say “i miss you :(“ even though you see him like almost everyday. Would stick around as much as he could possibly could.

«Hey»

«Open the door»

Those were the texts you read as you hesitantly open the front door of your apartment. A very smiley Sunghoon received you with the phone still in his hand.

— What are you doing here?— you scolded and rushed to hug him at the same time.

— Turns out our flight took off way earlier that we thought and I had some spare time so…— he shrunk his shoulders.

— So? You’re spending the night?— you were very excited to spend time together after Enhypen’s 3-month-long tour on America.

— I am— he confirmed as he took your hand—, but first I’m taking you on a date.

— Sunghoon you don’t have to do that, you must be tired— you tried to decline.

—Are you joking? I just got off a 13 hours flight. There’s nothing I would like more than going for a walk— he interrupted, quickly. Maybe he was even more excited to see you.

— Okay, okay, we’ll go. I’m getting us coffee ice cream— you announced, picking up the house keys.

— By the way, why didn’t you open with your own set of keys?— you curiously asked.

— I don’t know, maybe because last time I tried that you almost broke my rib?— he said, ironically.

— Oh, yeah, that. Sorry— you answered, smiling like an angel— On my defense, it was dark and you were supposed to arrive 3 days later.

Sunghoon giggled— I missed your excuses so much.

Your eyes soften as you replied— I missed you too.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION i feel like he would struggle the most with this one idk why. Bro would drop some random phrase like “you’re really pretty. Not as much as me obviously, but still pretty” for sure

With a heavy sigh you blocked another account from your dms. Ever since a sneaky photo of you with Sunghoon was filtered, some crazy fans have managed to found your user name.

At first it wasn’t that big of a deal for you, you were well aware of how far people can go for their idols. But lately it had became more and more hurtful to receive insults daily. They would criticize anything about you; your smile was ugly, you were overweighted and even your nose turned out to be crooked and you had never noticed before!

The self awareness, more than ever before, was a commonplace now. You dropped the phone, creating accidentally loud noise as you collapsed on the sofa. You always kept pretty well with criticism but this situation was taking over you.

— Baby, are you okay? I think I heard something— his voice sounded careful as he leant to the living room. The preoccupied expression appeared as soon as his eyes met yours, glossy from tears. Sunghoon rushed towards you, embracing your figure as you hipped from the crying.

A couple minutes later, Sunghoon spoke again in a whisper— Can you tell me what happened?

— It’s… it’s not that big of a deal really— you said between hiccups.

— Sweetie, if it wasn’t that important you wouldn’t react like this— he rubbed your back, gently.

Instead of talking, you passed your phone to him, the inbox open. Sunghoon quickly scrolled throw the screen, his face becoming reddish and his eyes darkening.

— This is what has been bothering you?— he suddenly turned towards you. Too embarrassed and still sensible to talk, you burried your head on your arms, but still nodded to let him know.

— y/n you can’t be serious— he spoke, carefully raising your face with one hand—. They don’t know shit about me! How could they know what it is good for me?

— But they’re your fans, they know-

— They are not my real fans if hating you looks like a good idea for them. They don’t have any right over my relationships—both of his hands were resting on your cheeks now, keeping your eyes from avoiding him—. Listen. We both know words are not my strong, but I could keep going forever when it comes to you and I will if you don’t start to behave as my cute, confident girlfriend right now.

You lightly laughed, rubbing your eyes one last time. Sunghoon felt the pressure on his chest dissipate as your breathe calmed down a bit— Thank you for that. It’s just that, you know, you’re so talented, comforting, handsome and everything. Sometimes I feel like you deserve so much better than me.

— You’re not perfect and neither I am! But you know what? We don’t need to be perfect to be the perfect couple. And let me tell you— he continued, fully serious, hugging you one more time—, I have yet to see a pair that looks nearly as good as you with me.

@ penhoonie masterlist

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enha fluff #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon #sunghoon fluff

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d3adp00ls · 2 years

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In The Dark

(Chapter 1)

Fandom: MARVEL

Pair(s): Dark!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Dark Fic

Word count: 1,453

Warnings: Dark Fic!! Curse words, Kidnapping, Violence, Blood, Broken bones, mean nat (definitely a warning), isolation, guns, knives, forks (yes. forks.)

MINORS DNI THIS IS A DARK FIC AND WILL HAVE 18+ THEMES IN OTHER CHAPTERS. (why do i even try-)

By clicking continue you are confirming that you are 18+ (i rlly only put this to look professional lol ) and have read the warnings above.

Prologue, one, two, three,etc.

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September 28th, Wednesday- 5:00 am

Bang!!

I look up upon hearing a heavy door being slammed shut, I try to look around to take in my surroundings but am only met with darkness.

“My head fucking hurts, and why the hell can't I see anything,” I think to myself while trying to lift my hand to my face but failing because of a rope holding me back.

“What the fu-” Someone cuts me off

“Oh so you’re awake,” The person says.

“The voice…Familiar.”

“Who’s there,” I say looking around again.

“Maybe you’re not fully awake yet,” The person says, I then hear footsteps coming towards me before the blindfold that was previously around my head is yanked off.

“Ow..” I let out while trying to adjust to the new lighting.

“Good morning, detka,” Natasha says with a smirk

“What?... Why-”

“You can't remember? Wanda said that could happen, that's ok though it'll come to you at some point” She cuts me off before placing a finger under my chin and lifting up and smiling at me.

I look at her confusingly before looking around and taking in my surroundings.

I'm In some type of basement, tied to a chair, there's a bed in a corner with thin sheets and a lamp next to it on a bedside table, I look back at her and open my mouth to speak but she cuts me off before I can.

“This is where you’ll be staying until I trust you can come upstairs with me, don’t worry you won't be tied up forever, I only did this so you wouldn't try anything…stupid” she states before taking her thumb and putting it to my lip, I turn my head trying to pull away from her.

“Why are you doing this?” I say while sending her a glare, to which she only responds with a shrug.

“You interest me, ever since I saw you that day at the party with Wanda I've felt the need to have you to myself,” she says then drops the hand that was on my chin.

“And almost always, when I want something or someone I get it,” she says with a smirk.

I shake my head repeating ‘no’ but she nods yes.

“Wanda will realize I'm missing and will start looking for me and will call the police,” I say glaring at her.

“Oh you poor. dumb. baby.” She says before laughing.

“Wanda helped me, she's apart of this,” she says with a smile to which i start shaking my head again.

“No,” I start to shake my head again “your lying, she would never!!”

She lets out another laugh

“What? You wanna see the texts? Matter of fact, would you like me to call her instead? I will if you don't wanna believe me.”

I shake my head mumbling ‘no’ to which she replies with a hum before taking a knife out of her pocket and going behind me, I start to panic and try to pull away when she touches my wrist.

“Stop moving or ill cut you,” she says before fully grabbing my wrist then cutting the rope before coming back around and crouching in front of me and cutting both the ropes that were holding my legs to the chair.

“Stand up,” she says to me before going towards the bedside table and taking some handcuffs out.

I stand up when she turns back to me and beckons me to come towards her, I walk over to her and she tells me to hold my hands out, which I do, and she puts the cuffs on me.

“I'm gonna show you upstairs but I can't fully trust you yet so..” She pulls on the chain on the handcuffs “we’ll see how this goes while we are up there, then we can talk about your free will to walk around, but if you fuck up and do something stupid then I will not hesitate to bring you back down here and lock you down here alone” She says

“Do you understand?” she asks

I nod.

“Use your words detka,”

“Yes, I understand,” I say looking at her with a blank stare.

She sighs mumbling something before pulling me towards the stairs.

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When she brings me upstairs she shows me around, she first shows me her bedroom then she showed me the living room, then the bathroom, then lastly she brought me to the kitchen.

“Okay so theres the fridge, i just fully restocked it with things you like, the silverware is over there in that draw, bowls and plates in this cabinet and cups are-”

I tuned her out while I looked over where she pointed at the silverware, I looked back at her to see she was facing away from me so i quietly walk over to the draw and open it to find anything sharp enough.

“Of course theres no knives” I think to myself “Fork is the next best thing” I grab the fork and run towards her stabbing it into her back, she groans in pain and i pull the fork out and she turns to me then i head butt making her dizzy, i go and grab the knife in her pocket before stabbing her in the stomach with it, she folds over grabbing her stomach in pain, i then kick her in the stomach making her fall on her back i crouch down ad pull the keys to my cuffs out of her pocket and uncuff myself, I then run towards the front and go to pull the door open.

Locked

“Fucking he-” before i can finish i hear a gun being cocked from behind me, I slowly turn around and see Natasha holding a gun to my head, standing straight up with the knife still in her stomach.

“What-”

“You dumb baby, you really thought I would just bring you here and let you basically roam free and not have protection for myself” She says before pulling the knife out and showing it to me. It had no blood or anything.

“What? How?” I mumble.

She lets out a dry chuckle “You really are stupid.” She then lifts her shirt up to show me a bullet proof vest.

“No-” I say while shaking my head, but she smiles and nods.

“Lets go” she says while taking a few steps closer, the gun still pointed at me.

“NO!!” I yell before trying to run towards the kitchen but before i could get there i feel a horrible pain in my legs, I scream out in pain as i fell onto the floor.

“FUCK!!” i yell out and i turn and look at my right leg to see blood coming out of it.

She fucking shot me

“It really didnt have to be like this” She says crouching in front of me whiling i let out sobs and wimper's

“But” she stands “You insisted, even after i tried to give you my love and hospitality,” She looks down at me with faux pity.

“Now you wont be able to walk,” she then lifts her foot and i start to scream and plea for her not to but she brings it right back down on my already wounded leg.

She stomps on it 4 times before doing the next one, by the time shes done I was screaming and sobbing and trying to get away from her.

“Look at you, so pathetic, you go and do something stupid but dont expect consequences, this is what you deserve, now youll have to go back into the basement in the dark all alone,” She says while grabbing me by my hair and pulling me down to the basement, I scream and shout with every step she goes down until she picks me up and throws me on the bed.

“I'm going to leave you down here until I feel you deserve to even see a sprinkle of light if you scream or shout I will come down and rip your tongue out,” She puts one end of the cuffs on my wrist then the other to the headboard, “If you try to break out of these cuffs I will come down and break your wrist like I did your legs” I whimper when she pats my legs, she then stands and begins to walk toward the stairs.

“I'll bring food down to you every time you fall asleep, but you will not be seeing me nor anyone else for a while” she begins to walk up the stairs and reaches her hand to the light switch.“Until then, have fun alone, In the dark” I see her smirk before she cuts off the lights and I hear the door shut close.

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This chapter took quicker to write then the original chapter one (yes I have a different version I may post it some other day) but I feel this one fits better than that one yk?

Anyways untill next time!!!

Byeeee.

#natasha romanoff x reader #dark natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #dark natasha romanoff #yandere natasha #yandere natasha romanoff #itd #in the dark

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frogskelton · 3 months

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Part 5 of Scooby doo fanfic

Alejandro’s father sat at the far head of the table, leaning his head in his hand.

“So, I see,” His low voice only muttered and sighed, drawing his hand through his hair, after the gang had explained what happened. The room remains silent , remains dull, everyone remains unable to look at each other and see that look of defeat on their friend’s face.

Me Burromuerto swore muttering sometime under his breath, standing up, pushing in the chair, and rubbing his nose bridge left the room.

“Fuck,” he just muttered to himself under his breath. Leaving Tyler, Owen and Noah to walk back in through the dull hallway, the cold floor biting through their shoes. Getting ready for bed the air was silent.

The blinding morning lights seeped through the blinds and right into drenching light intoTyler’s weary eyes.

“Huuhhh, uhh,” Tyler unintelligible tried muttering, squishing into his pillow. Loud voices sounding from downstairs, though the disorientation from just waking up made and of that go in one ear and out the other.

“Guys, guys, guys!” Owen blurted out, racing around the room, already fully dressed, and seemingly somehow full awake. “The news dudes! All the cameras and film crews are here, we gotta go down!”

“Uhhh, five more minutes” Noah grumbled into his pillow, lazily waving his arm around to shoo off the noises.

“Come on, Noah!” Owen said, tugging on Noah’s arm to get him (If it was up to Noah he’d be there for eons) “We need to get stuff, so we can find Ale!”

“Ehhh” Noah kept grumbling, somewhat attempting to get up.

“Wow! Man, I thought you were still asleep.” Owen exclaimed gawking at Tyler who managed to wake up, get dress and be all ready to go in what must of been an instant.

“Yeah dudes, we gotta look for Alejandro.” Tyler said, with a determined look in his eye.

“Mmm,” Noah quietly said, finally getting his head off of his pillow.

“Time to go get some bats, bitc-” Izzy barked, pouncing up on her hind paws.

Cameras and film crews and news reporters scurried everywhere, looking for the next big scoop and where better to get it from the scene of the bat monster’s attack.

“Hi, I’m Chris Mclean, here at the scene of wher-”

“Thanks Mclean, I’m Blain-” One of the news reporters said, shoving the other one out of the way. “Ouch!” Blainely grabbing her foot in pain.

“Out! This is mine! I did everything for this,” Chris Mclean, muttered, pushing back against the, as Noah thought of her as, “fame sucking vampires.”

“Okay, so, split up and get info.” Noah said.

“Sir, what has- people- what do you know about the case?” Owen said, after slipping off, poking a intern

“I don’t know, they don’t tell me anything,” The short intern with eye bags stretching over his face grumbled.

“Oh,”

“Yeah, I’m here to double check everything, mind if I have over all the scripts and sources, you know just gotta make sure, you know.” Noah said, approaching one of the hosts, who just got off camera.

“Kid, loss the fake mustache, you aren’t shit, if you wanna waddle onto the film world, get some makeup to cover up that face and we’ll talk.” Blainely barked, feral devouring her coffee, like she was a wolf digging into some meat.

“Yeah, if only make up could cover up your personality,” Noah grumbled.

“What is she doing here?” Chris Mclean, cornered on one of his the people behind the cameras. “Cheffff, she is the worst and she is stealing his from me.” He whined like some spoiled child.

“Hey Chris, we got this, or I have an idea.” He whispered trying to keep their conversation quiet, while Tyler crept behind some of the bushes, hidden in the garden.

Owen and Tyler had reunited back together, sat on the grass.

“Anything?” Owen questioned.

“Nah, you?”

“No luck.”

“Uhhh,” Noah moaned,

“Oh wait, I think it’s Alejandro’s brother who is being interviewed, '' Owen pointed out, reinvigorating a bit of his energy.

“What’s the point of that?!” Noah groaned, waving his hand in the air. “He wasn’t even there.”

“Yeahh, let’s go watch though, maybe never know!”

Jose dramatized recapping for the loathsome news reporter who seemed entrenched, maybe people in his thrall.

“I swear he thinks Alejandro is like some helpless five year old?”

“Ah, lay off, he is his older brother, probably just protective,” Owen said “Just surprised I wonder who told him, because he wasn’t there.”

“What?” Noah blurted out.

“Yeah, he was out grabbing some stuff to refill the drink or ice or something, I forget, from the back.”

“This wasn’t mentioned before, because?!”

“It didn’t come up in conversation?”

“Owen, Owen, that’s important to the case!”

“Huh, I mean I suppose that could be important.”

“Owww,” Tyler muttered the thorns sticking into his skin, while he tried to stay as quick as possible.

“We can play the long game, you know good old sabotage?”

“Oh darling, you know me so well,” Chris snickered. “So we watch Blainely completely mess up and watch her look a fool after, you know what?”

“Ouch!” Another thorn stabbing into Tyler’s arm.

“What was that?” Chris said, suddenly worried.

“Let’s keep it down.” Chef whispered, as they walked away from where Tyler could hear.

“Nooo, come backkk,” Tyler muttered “Ouch!” more thorns stabbing into him as he slightly moved.

“So here you are!” Blainely’s show voice spitting out the dialogue held up by one of the grumbling interns. “The illusive Bat monster striking fear into the hearts of many is an honest soul,” She said “Who is very hot and I am very attracted to?” She read off, very very confused.

“Who knows what we will see next of this creature and where he could strike next! Back to you John.”

“Heh, I know some girl in high school who’d probably write a couple dozen fanfics about that” Noah quipped “Though that feels like I’d be vomit inducing.”

“Hah, yeah man! I’d read it whenever- uh- whenever- I uh- want to vomit, yeah!”

“Ow, ow ow,” Tyler whispered “Need to get out, need to get out from Al- OW!” he desperately attempting to shift his body out of the bushes, though only to be met with more thorns.

“Heyyy, kid what are you doing in there?” Chris leaned down to Tyler, still attempting to get out.

“Just gardening?” Tyler said, attempting to find an excuse.

“Not well.” Chef said, lifting Tyler out of the bushes.

“Thanks man.” Tyler sighed, after being plopped on the ground.

“Don’t worry kid!” Chris chuckled, patting Tyler weirdly in the middle of his back. “Run along now, don’t go jumping into more bushes and trust the word.” Chris and Chef walked off smirking at each other about something.

“Sure, dudes” Tyler essentially said to himself, since they’d already walked away, aqs he walked bye.

“Hey Tyler!” Owen said, waving at him, Noah standing by him, “Oh man, we’ve been looking all over for you!”

“Ah, shoot sorry man” Tyler awkwardly laughed, picking out some of the thorns stuck in his skin.

“Ooooo, the looks bad,”

“You reckon you could help get some out of the back?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, course man, yeah anytime.” Owen said, spinning Tyler around

“What the hell?” Noah blurted in.

“What, wait, wait is it??”

“It’s some kind of note…” Noah quietly muttered. “An address?”

17 east crystal cove road

Come down and say hi to your friend

I’ll be there ; )

"Ohh, like hell, obvious tra-" Noah attempted to caution

"We'll be there!" Tyler standing up tall

"Uhhh."

"Yeah, for Alejandro!" Owen said, meeting Tyler's eyes

"Yeah, for Alejandro." Tyler

"Hm! well he does still owe me, can't let him go missing now." Noah said, meeting the other twos eyes

"Yeah! Now it's time for some revenge on that turd!." Izzy pounced in.

"Where the hell have you been?!”

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cutie-cix · 2 years

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Cix + Hickeys 😳

I don’t usually write things hehe but here I go:

This is for Dai aka @yong-jelly bc they’ve been rlly busy & I don’t wanna add yet another request to their current 6 😅 this is something I cannot absolutely CANNOT get off my brain and I need to spill it somewhere so here I go

In fact I don’t wanna be a full fanfic writer cause I can’t do that but I might open up this account for lil cix blurbs like this

Minors: DNI, this is a suggestive piece

Also it’s a GN!Reader, Yonghee’s implies long hair on the reader tho

Byounggon

Thinks of hickeys as very intimate

Not like super into giving them?? But I could see that changing over time

Doesn’t like the thought of having one (doesn’t wanna tarnish his reputation/cause a scandal) but will love the feeling of your lips on his collarbone so he loses track of time & ends up with one there anyways

I feel like he’d just wear a turtleneck after getting one 😭

Or just something with a big collar that will cover it up

Which makes it all the more special

He would be the type to tell you how ashamed he is to have it, but the next time you’re making out he’d point to the spot on his neck/collarbone where he wants his next one

Likes having them in secret places

Ngl he definitely giggles while you’re giving him one

Seunghun

Oh boy

Looooooves it

Giving, receiving, the whole lot

Please mark him up

He especially loves to mark you along your jawline

Please kiss him there too

I have a feeling everything he does in the bedroom he wants reciprocated to him and that’s his way or expressing his wants & needs 😅

You’re still in bed when he finds the hickey while looking in the mirror the next day & gives you a pouty “look what you did to me” talk about how he has work and now has to put makeup over it (jokingly of course bc you KNOW he loves the marks)

But then you get up & enter the bathroom & he sees about 5 or 6 hickeys all over your face & chest so he’s one to talk

Loves marking your thighs too

Yonghee

Ashamed of it all, really

Def could learn to like it, but it’s just shocking for him

Most likely because he’s never been loved by somebody the way you love him & can’t believe that you do??

Like Byounggon, didn’t intend for it to happen

He just knows there’s one spot on your neck— right behind your left ear, that is sensitive

I think he’s honestly very careful not to give you one unless you specifically ask for it tho

Poor angel can’t go to work like this,,

You wake up the next morning to find him in the bathroom with Tiktok open, frantically trying that trick where you take a whisk and try to remove the hickey with that 😭

Asks you to give him one on his chest next time because that he can keep secret (unless he’s doing another unit stage w Seunghun because we all know how that went 😩)

(Side note I’ve seen the Yongtiddies in the flesh which is still crazy to me)

A lil panicky at first but it turns out he likes it cause he asks you to do it again 😳

He’s only given you one, and he finds it while you’re cooking breakfast the next day

He pushes your hair behind your ear & sees the spot he was loving on the day before

Honestly the only reaction I can see him having is just him being like “what have I done???”

But you reassure him it’s no biggie (at least your hair covers it)

Bae Jinyoung

Oh boy

I don’t think he’d necessarily give you one unless he felt jealous/possessive

& I think he gets that way a lot

Doesn’t mind having to cover up the ones you give him, as long as they’re not obvious/ too out in the open

Honestly probably makes lil noises while kissing your neck

Oh the PRAISE—

He’s just complimenting the shit out of you

Maybe gets a lil handsy while he’s giving you one

Likes getting them, sure, but nothing compares to the feeling of his lips practically glued to your neck/chest

Next day he’s like “oh well, we both have them, now we’ll just have to get matching hoodies to cover them up 🤷🏻”

Hyunsuk

I genuinely believe hickeys are his favorite thing

This might get long and I’m sorry if it does but I’m bound to get carried away

Loves the feeling of giving and getting, for 2 very different reasons

Loves getting them because he could just stay tangled in bed with you all day & the feeling of being in the moment (and having something to show for it) is just such a beautiful thing

Here’s where it gets real good: loves LOVES seeing the marks on you the next day

It’s definitely something he’s proud of, like if you complain about having to cover them up for work, he’d just be like “I can’t help it, I love you too much”

What really gets him going tho is when the other members see the marks

You’re just walking into the kitchen to grab a snack when Seunghun & Jinyoung look at each other

He’s the maknae, I always feel like there’s a certain level of having to prove yourself when you’re the maknae

It’s almost his way of bragging to the boys about how good the sex is tbh 😅

It’s his way of asserting a level of unspoken dominance with the others, they notice them on you (and the ones you put on him too) & say nothing

He never speaks a word about it to the others but gets all smirky at times

He just wants the others to know how in love with you he is and vice versa

#cix drabbles #cix yonghee #cix jinyoung #cix seunghun #cix bx #cix byounggon #cix hyunsuk #cix x reader #cix smut #yonghee smut #bx smut #bae jinyoung smut #Yoon hyunsuk smut #seunghun smut

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I feel like I’m going crazy over last twilight and I’ve got no one to talk about it with it’s so good omggggg. But the only thing that makes me 🤨 is the fact that Day has no glasses??? Obviously it wouldn’t completely help him but wouldn’t it help him see things like his phone? It’s just kinda funny to me because I’m someone who’s legally blind (but barely!) and needs to wear glasses all the time to drive, and if I don’t wear them I can strain my eyes. So i feel like realistically he should have some mega coke bottle ones! But also I realize it would ruin some of the tension (like him choosing to use his 10 seconds of clarity to look at Mhok I am screaming) but it’s kinda odd to me. I’ll accept it though because the rest is so good

Omg hi anon!! There’s lots of last twilight fans here ready to talk (or scream lol) abt it w each other so I love that ur joining us hehe

Honestly I hadn’t thought about Day wearing glasses before. I’m no eye expert but maybe we’re supposed to assume the issue with his corneas doesn’t improve when he wears glasses. Or maybe we’ll see him try some on later? I checked out the trailer again and there were no glasses to be found but who knows! We’ve seen a lot of what was in the trailer play out already so the next 6 episodes are more of a mystery

Maybe the fact that Day is so insistent that he’ll get his sight back to what it was before makes him less encouraged to check out other possibilities because he doesn’t wanna accept that he’ll need them (whereas eye drops are more temporary)? This is actually kinda related to something I was thinking abt earlier with Day, he’s in a classic character wants vs needs situation. He WANTS his sight back, he NEEDS to be loved as he is by others and himself (even, or especially, when he’s blind). So I’m also hoping we can see what Day does when he accepts that his sight isn’t coming back (this is under the assumption it won’t come back bc I rlly doubt that will happen.. it doesn’t fit w the message the show is sending so far lol).

Tho like u said, the choice in what he gets to see with his 10 seconds of clarity rlly adds to the tension and his character’s evolution (choosing Mork in ep4, but then instead August in ep6), so maybe that’s the main purpose. Also I appreciate ur input as someone who’s legally blind! I was wondering what ppl who have partial/full blindness might think of Day’s character & last twilight’s portrayal of everything lol. We’ll see what this Friday brings us!

#this was much longer than I expected ajsksjs but yes pls talk abt last twilight with me/us as a fandom we love it!!!#last twilight #ask #b.txt

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mariejordans · 6 months

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Wait ppl ship Marie Cate and Jordan together??? I how many people are on that shit bc that’s crazy. Marie and Jordan only pls. I really like Cate and Andre too

YES ITS SO WEIRD TO ME!

it’s not all the twitter fans, but a good chunk of them i would say…idek where it started, if i had to guess, it was probably bc of the “big three” thing where everyone had them as their top 3 gen v characters (which i agree w bc they are also my top 3 characters) and the fact that they are all played by hot ppl (also true.) it started off as a crackship thing, but then some ppl were serious about it, but even when it was unserious i was like ???? no this makes no goddamn sense 😭

imo, cate doesn’t rlly have romantic tension with marie or jordan. like, the last time i felt something in a scene between cate and marie was in episode ONE when they were dancing, but beyond that, i haven’t gotten the sexual/romantic tension vibes. as for jordan, them and cate have no romantic chemistry at all. i haven’t felt anything between them once, they are just good friends to me.

also, with the way this plot is going and with the spoilers about cate’s character and her relationship to marie, a throuple doesn’t make any kind of sense 😭 tbh i don’t think any kind of relationship would make sense for me, not even andre (which, the more i start to piece together what i think’s gonna happen in this ep, the more i feel like andre is definitely dying but idk ig we’ll see.) i don’t really ship cate and andre (i personally hc cate as a lesbian) but i also don’t necessarily hate the ship, it’s just meh to me.

needless to say, i don’t think marie and jordan need a third (((((unless it’s me))))) and they are already hot and interesting on their own. cate is hot and interesting by herself, she doesn’t need a love interest (((((unless it’s me))))) or to be forced into another pre-existing relationship.

#not trying to tell ppl who to ship or whatever esp when it was supposed to be a crackship but like #lets get serious for a moment #gen v #gen v rambles #jordan li #marie moreau #limoreau #cate dunlap #gen v asks

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graytalents · 2 years

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You’re so cute!

Now playing: 死ぬのがいいわ (Shinunoga E-Wa) - Fuji Kaze

[the beginning dialogue is taken directly from an outbound call on D9. This doesn’t turn to smut, although it alludes to it happening in the future. I’m still debating if I should go full smut with this in a pt 2 or stand-alone thing that could tie back to this if you squint rlly hard]

“Promise me. From now on… we’ll just look at each other, smile, and get through whatever comes,”Seven laughs. You had called him from the kitchen, wanting to hear his voice but also wanting to give him the option to decline if he was too busy.

The secrets were unraveling, but he felt free now. He felt lighter in a way he never had been before. You were with him, and you gave him the strength to push through whatever came, not just run from it.

Shyly, you peeked at him from the kitchen. He caught your eye, and you gave him a small grin.

“Why are you smiling? You just looked at me?” He shoots a wide grin back at you and continues to speak to you over the phone.. “I like you so much. I want to see how you react when I tease you. But… there’s a problem.”

He looks down at your legs. Your glance down, trying to catch whatever he’s observing.

“Can’t you, um, pull down that skirt? I think it kind of rode up when you escaped to the kitchen.”

He then tries pointedly not to stare, weary of making you uncomfortable.

“… What if I don’t want to?” you ask, cautiously.

“You’re not? Please …” he gulps. “I feel like my nose is gonna start bleeding.”

He stares at the ceiling, trying hard not to think about your words too much, or the length of your skirt.

Your skirt had bunched up slightly. It was originally at your mid thigh, but was now fluttering around the top of your thighs at various lengths.

You hung up the phone and padded over to him in your white socks.

He, sensing your change in location and dead tone on the phone, looked back at you.

There you were. Your hair was disheveled from your long day, and you were dressed in your pajamas since it was nearing 1 AM.

You looked sleepy, but your eyes hid something else. Was it lust? Or was it just the day taking its toll on you? Either way, Seven thought, you looked cute. Cute enough to… maybe he shouldn’t think about this right now.

“God.. I can’t,” he groaned. “I should go exercise. Or shower.”

He made a move to get up, but was stopped by your smaller hand on his shoulder.

Ever since he arrived, you had been trying so hard to give him space. God knows he needed it.

Yet.

Yet, you couldn’t help but think about his lips on yours. Now seemed like the perfect moment to see if he felt the same.

Slowly, you sank down on the couch on your knees beside him. You kept eye contact with him, only averting your gaze to glance at his mouth.

Slowly, you neared your mouth to his.

Slowly, your lips parted, as did his.

Slowly, you were enveloped in a kiss.

He kissed you back so sweetly. His mouth tasted like the dinner you had together earlier, but also tasted sweet. Almost like soda.

“Hey,” you murmured against his lips. “I thought I told you to cut down on the Dr. Pepper.”

He broke the kiss and laughed. “I’m sorry. I thought I could sneak one when you weren’t looking.”

You frowned at him jokingly. “When was that… oh! While I was in the shower? You’re unbelievable!”

He smiles at you, and leans in once more. Staring into your eyes with his half-lidded ones, he says seriously, “I’ll never drink soda again if you kiss me again right now.”

Your face felt hot, but you sealed his promise. Your lips met, and you cupped his cheek with your hand. He, in turn, pulled you in gently by the back of your head. His mouth started wandering, and he gave you pecks all over your forehead, cheeks, nose, and eyelids. You giggled.

“Ahh, why do I like you so much? You talk to me all day while I’m working, and you’re stubborn as hell,” he says once he’s finished.

You lean into him and give him one last innocent kiss before biting hip lip. He lets out an involuntary gasp, prodding you to continue.

You kiss him feverishly, nipping at his bottom lip every so often. Once you gather your courage, you peck him over his cheek, down his jaw, and finally land at the spot below his ear. There, you lightly suck on his skin, creating a small mark.

His hands are on your upper arms, where he stops you by gently pushing you off of him. He keeps his grip on you while he speaks.

“Whoa, hey! Are you sure about.. you know, this? With me? You’re, uh, moving pretty fast there.”

You frown, for real this time. “Sorry! I-I thought you wanted to, um. Do you not want to? Is it too soon?”

He lifts his eyebrows, looking at you incredulously.

“Seriously? I’m basically living in and invading your house right now. I had to stop myself from making a move on you when you get out of the shower.”

His cheeks turn red as he continues.

“You just, you look so pretty, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. So, believe me when I say that whatever you want, I want it more.”

You beam at him. Tonight is going to be a long night, and you wanted to jump on the opportunity before he changed his mind.

“Well, you did promise to stop drinking soda. I wonder what other promises I can have you make.”

He laughs and pulls you in.

#mysme #mystic messenger #707 x reader #saeyoung choi #saeyoung x reader #mystic messenger fluff #707 fluff #saeyoung x mc #mysme saeyoung #mystic messenger saeyoung

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achromamachine-tmblr · 9 months

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So in my Sora and Vanitas swap AU, Sora takes the role of Vanitas being all of Ventus's “Darkness” Everything is the in this but just that Sora still has his hero-happy personality with a pinch of Vanitas personality too you know. And, since everything is likely the same as normal bbs universe that means Sora has the same relationship that Vanitas has with his Master, Xehanort. (If you read the novel you would know what I mean idk if you did ) And, with that Sora tries to make Xehanort proud and happy for him. (He just wants a loving father-and-son relationship but knowing Xehanort he not gonna have that.) Which starts his envy of Ventus having stuff he doesn't.

At the beginning of birth by sleep before Aqua and Terra starts their exam Xehanort tells Sora about the Keyblade X and how if he wants Sora to merge with Ventus so he can have it and that he would be proud of him if he could do that for him. Which, Sora of course is happy because “He would be proud of me!” But, Xehanort knowing how excited he would get by this news, Xehanort tells him the downside about it which is if he doesn't do it he’ll kill him, Sora is Struck by this but doesn't give up on himself.

All that stuff in the game blah, blah. Just that Sora is thinking about being whole again. Being whole means he and Ventus would be together but he doesn't know if he wanted that. He kinda like being his own person and felt happy just being Sora. This whole situation makes him go down a spiral with his emotions getting worst making the monsters he created stronger.

But, he doing this for his Master and he needs to make him proud of him. On the battlefield, Sora feels nervous and scared and tells his Master I don’t about doing this also that he wants to be his own person Xehanort doesn't take it kindly to this new and tells him to do it or else... Which, Sora tire to act bravely while he completely crumbles under the scenes.

And, yeah, yeah, all that stuff happens and Sora and Ventus make it into Stations, and before Sora tells Ventus that he is finally proud to do this and his master would be proud of him too. But Ventus is like “What if I destroy the keyblade?” Sora didn't think bout that part, “I don’t know. But all I know is that I’m winning this…” Ventus chuckled “Hm, alright then. We’ll see…” They fight yeah, yeah. And before fully finishing off Sora, he tells him that “The keyblade is the both of us So if I destroy it I’ll destroy you as well.” This Throws Sora off his game and sends him into a fit yelling and screaming at Ventus, “You get everything! Everything that I wanted! A loving family, friends, and praise! Hell, you even get to be your own person!” As those words fell out his mouth Ventus give him the final strike.

Ventus smile and laugh n laugh before noticing, he was crying and shaking. “Sora...?” “This is all your fault! Do you think I wanted to do this?” Ventus watched as his other half was in pain and he feel every bit of it...“I hate this job...Every out of I had just ended up with me dying...” “I don’t understand. Then why did you do it?” “I just wanted someone to be proud of me...That's all...” Before Ventus could get a word in Sora faded away leaving him all alone with feel horrible feelings and regret…

(I gotta get back to this story lol)

that sounds super interesting actually!! i havent read the kh novels yet (i was considering getting them but now i definitely am) and i never actually finished bbs either (💀) but i really like how you explore ventus and soras relationship because from what i know about bbs i dont think they really do that with ventus and vanitas and them both feeling similar about their circumstances but cant really communicate that and feeling pitted against eachother is rlly cool i think!!

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enmi-land · 2 months

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HELLO DILAAA aaaa just found your new acc, so sorry that happened to you it must have been an awful experience i would def cry 😭 i went through your asks briefly to fully understand what happened and i have NEVER met an author who is as considerate of their readers and patient as you. its some of the reasons i love you and your blog so much ahh 💖💖

but please please take some time off to cool down so you can come back with a clearer mind! dont feel the need to rush into anything with all the requests and drafts that you had, especially with your plan for mila’s birthday special 🥲 we’ll wait for you, take as long as you need !! i hope you feel better soon dila 🥹

HELLAUR ANONNIE!! 🤩 i’m glad you were able to find it okay!’ I was worried since this is a new account i was on shadowban for a day or 2 so my announcement post about what happened to my account wasn’t showing up in the tags, and i was just hoping my readers would still find it somehow so they didn’t panic ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 but that’s so sweet thank you so much it makes me happy to have such understanding, kind and patient readers like you 💖💖 like blr can be a bother, but ppl like you always make it better 🩷🩷🩷🩷

i’m currently in the process of making a decision for the future of my works ☹️☹️ after the blog deleting incident i just don’t rlly know where else to go with my blog here on blr anymore, i just feel a little demotivated and lost with my direction, so the current works may or may not be put on the back burner as a second priority to other works which i’ll talk about in a sec 🫶

if you guys didn’t know, one of my favourite authors on wattpad was the user baesuzi before she deactivated — i’m not sure if you guys know of her, but she was a poly writer who had so many good works before she disappeared from wattpad, and seeing how much i miss her works inspired me to consider focusing on finishing a poly fic with an actual plot line 👀👀

i already plotted out fate, vampire/rejected soulmate au as well as the rewrite for criminal love (the mafia au) and i think you guys would rlly like those ones bc of the elements included in them (and mila happens to somehow be in them) 🫶🫶🫶

it would be easier as well to write smth with an end in mind, compared to this 8th member au which is just continuous, and i would like o feel the satisfaction of completing smth you know?? so we’ll see how it goes but lmk if you guys have any opinions, bc i’m open to ideas - but just so you know, i don’t think i could ever fully drop this fic. it’s too close to my heart to let go of 🩷🩷

#⠀⠀ 𓈒ㅤ ૮ ֗ ⠀⠀ you got mail ⠀⠀⠀ ꯭✉️⟡

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crystalsoobin · 2 years

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nine — hedgehogs have trust issues

synopsis: when yn finds herself falling (more like thirsting) for the campus hottie, yeonjun, she turns to her friends for advice. one suggests that she fake date yeonjun’s best friend and the campus cutie, soobin. desperately, she agrees and begins her journey to make yeonjun jealous - and maybe even starts to catch feelings for soobin in the process.

note: yes im finally posting this !! sorry for taking FOREVER but im lazy and i wasnt rlly feeling it. but i will be planning out the next few chapters to be prepared :)

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“here we are.” soobin opened the door to his dorm. yes, you were at soobin’s dorm. why? to meet odi of course.

“it’s nice.” you say looking around.

“thanks.” you both walk past the kitchen towards his room, but before he opens the door he stops you. “just so you know, i am not liable for anything that happens to you in this room.”

“actually, you are. it’s your room.” soobin gives a weird look.

“whatever.” he opens the door and welcomes you into his bedroom. right away you notice it’s a lot cleaner than you thought it would be. and it’s actually quite well decorated.

“ok, you’ve got taste.” you say, checking out the room.

soobin rolls his eyes jokingly. “what do you think i am? a gremlin?”

“that’s exactly what i think you are.” you smile and throw yourself onto his bed, messing up the sheets.

“hey! what do you think you’re doing?! you’re messing up my sheets!” he grabs your arm to try to pull you off. no luck.

“what? did you make your bed just for me?” you jokingly bat your eyes at him as you sit up.

“yes, i did so get off!” soobin throws his arms down like a toddler and pouts, clearly holding in a laugh. as much as you felt weird to admit it… he looked kinda cute. but you put that aside and got off the bed.

“fine. there you go.”

“thank you.” he walks past you to his dresser.

“aren’t you going to fix your sheets?” you ask as you follow him to the dresser.

“no. i was supposed to introduce you to odi anyway.” soobin moves aside as you lean over to look into odi’s enclosure.

“i can’t see him.” you frown slightly.

“i’ll lure him out don’t worry. he just needs a little motivation.” soobin pulls out a treat from one of the bags on his dresser. he stuck it out in front of a little brown cave and called odi.

after a few seconds, he came out but sensing a stranger he started to crawl back, but not before soobin stopped him.

“odi, it’s okay. you can trust her.”

“hm. a hedgehog with trust issues?” you ask jokingly.

“yeah, he didn’t even trust me at first. but he’s a sweet little guy once you get to know him. spikey, but sweet.” you find yourself chuckling at that.

soobin finally gets odi to trust him enough to carry him out of the warm and cozy enclosure. he brings his hands over to you holding odi, who you thought was the cutest damn thing you’ve ever seen.

“stop he’s actually so cute.” you gush.

“he’s his father’s son, i guess.” soobin says proudly, earning a mocking laugh from you. he glares at you and proceeds to look towards odi. “odi, this is my girlfriend, yn.”

odi sniffs the air around you and attempts to step closer to you, but is stopped by the edge of soobin’s hands.

“can i hold him?” you ask desperately. soobin nods and hands him to you. and surprisingly for soobin, odi instantly curls up and snuggles into your hands.

“woah. what did you do to him?” soobin asks dumbfounded.

“what?! i didn’t do anything to him.”

“he’s never been this cuddly with a stranger… barely even with me.” soobin pouts snd pretends to sulk like a toddler.

“guess i’m just better.” you smile proudly. “right odi? i’m your favourite.”

“looks like he believed me though.” whispers soobin, “about you being my girlfriend, he really likes you.”

“hmm we’ll see if he turns on me…” you say jokingly. over the next hours you spent time with soobin and odi, having peaceful conversations on his bed.

during that time you discovered how sweet and funny he was and you felt the growing desire to hang out with him more.

“hey, maybe we can get ice cream at that new ice cream place that opened last week?”

“when?”

“is… tomorrow okay..?”

“yeah! sounds fun.” exclaims soobin. “do you wanna stay for dinner?”

“no that’s okay, i gotta get home or else my roommates will kill me.” you and soobin laughed.

“ok then. see you tomorrow at..?”

“10.”

“10.” soobin repeated. as you left his apartment you noticed the faint smile on your face. no. i like yeonjun. not soobin.

taglist / @jjhmk / @ikonic-loser / @fallingforya / @isoob / @rjsmochii / @softforqiankun / @ja4hyvn / @chaerysworld / @enhasengene / @lionessmane / @jungwonnieee

#mochi-luvr #mochi luvr.writes #txt smau #txt x reader #soobin #soobin x reader #choi soobin #university au #fake dating #enhypen #enhypen x reader #in between ⸺ the series

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rosenallies · 1 year

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Honey now we need a full prompt of Sash being a little strict with Marcia. They aren’t listening to their girlfriends and needs to learn how to behave 🤭

Idk if this is what ur looking for but I kinda see Sasha being more soft strict, like the sweeter her tone, the more serious she is 😭😭but ty for sending this in even tho I’m not sure if this is what you’re rlly looking for!!

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Sasha shot Anetra a glance as they walked into the apartment, Marcia trailing behind. Anetra nodded in understanding, taking Marcia’s hand as Sasha closed the door behind them. Marcia’s eyes narrowed, clearly still up for whatever game they’d been playing all day.

It had started early when Sasha had to nearly drag Marcia out of bed so they wouldn’t be late for breakfast plans with Robin and Aura. Then at breakfast they spent the entire time batting their lashes at the waiter who stumbled over his words whenever they giggled and playing footsie with Sasha and Anetra under the table despite Sasha’s many warning glances. It only continued throughout the day as they ran errands, and clearly there was no sign of letting up, not unless Sasha had something to do about it.

“Sit down,” Sasha demanded, grabbing their wrist and pulling them down to the couch where they crossed their arms, eyes narrowed as if asking for a challenge.

“And if I don’t want to?”

“There will be consequences then, princess. Is that what you’re fishing for?”

Sasha’s voice was saccharine sweet, it made Marcia shiver, her resolve cracking slightly.

“You haven’t been listening to me all day, baby, why is that? You’ve been acting up all day, first making us almost late for breakfast and then trying to tease and rile up Anetra and I. What did you think was gonna happen, darling? Huh?”

Marcia looked to Anetra for help, but she only glanced away, Sasha chuckling in response.

“Anetra won’t help you, darling. You were bratty to her too. Keep it up and I’ll have her help punish you too, is that what you want?”

Biting their lip, Marcia shook her head. “No.”

“Then, answer my question. How come you haven’t been listening all day, baby?”

“Because I can,” Marcia replied, just as sweet with a smile.

“What a shame, Sash,” Anetra cooed, joining them on the couch, boxing Marcia in and making them feel small.

“Right? I had such big plans to make our sweetheart over here feel so good but they’re not being much of a sweetheart, are they?”

“They aren’t,” Anetra agreed.

Marcia rolled their eyes in response. “Who cares?”

Sasha tutted gently, ghosting her fingers over Marcia’s panties, pressing gently just enough to make them squirm. “It’s really a shame you won’t be nice. I bet you’ll care when you have to just sit and watch while I put all my attention on Netra.”

She waited for a moment with no response from Marcia, not until she took her hand away and Marcia stopped her with a whine of protest.

“Do you have something to say, baby?”

Marcia huffed and Sasha could see the war raging on inside them. There was a part of them that started to break, release the facade they’d kept up all day and there was a part of them that wanted to see how far they could push it.

“Pay attention to me,” they whined.

Sasha hummed, tracing patterns over the soft skin of Marcia’s thigh below their skirt. “Now darling, I would love to give you all the attention in the world but you’re forgetting your manners.”

They squirmed under Sasha and Anetra’s gaze, an annoyed whimper leaving their lips. “Please, pay attention to me.”

“That’s a bit better. But they’re still missing something, don’t you think?” She asked, turning to Anetra.

“Definitely missing something,” she agreed.

“C’mon please, touch me, please!”

“Figure out what is missing first and we’ll talk.”

Marcia knew exactly what Sasha was asking of them and it made their stomach turn. Swallowing thickly, they spoke. “Please mommy will you please pay attention to me.”

Chuckling, Sasha tucked a strand of hair behind their ear. “Much better, darling, but don’t think you’re getting away with how you acted all day.”

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wannaseewhatshangin · 1 year

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ahh i love ur works!! can you do a ponyboy or johnny x reader whos rlly good at sports and somehow manages to win any game (whether it be card games or just like "i'll race you to the lot") ? sorry this is such a specific request omg but i just think it'd be funny to see them react to always losing a simple game against them or never being able to play sports w them bc they always win

OF COURSE I LITERALLY LOVE THIS! It makes me think about the end of outsiders where Darry soda and pony are running and- ahh 💗🫶😩

One. Ponyboy lives for moments like these

“Hey I’ll race you to the lot?” You smile. “You’re on. Hope you’re fast.” *runs*

You win anyway. “Heyy that wasn’t fairuh! You got a head start!” “Fine we’ll do it at the same time.” “Ready set Go!” You both run and you STILL won.

“…you cheated.” “Hey now, honey. Don’t be a sore loser.” You say squishing his face lightly.

He would blush SO HARD at you calling him honey. Ahhh usgehaksagagiabsgs

“Wanna play go fish?” “Pony….I’m surprised you still even attempt to challenge me.”

When you win, he throws the cards at you. “You cheater.” “Babe. I won fair and square.” “Whatever.”

You let him win every once in a while.

“Hah! I won this time.” “Congrats hun. You really did it.” Not.

You even go against Dallas some times and you STILL win.

“You motherfucker.” “Sorry dal, you shoulda never challenged me.”

“Shut up.” “No.”

Oh god..when ever you and two bit play cards…LMFAO.

“Y/n!!! You are such an asshole!” “What?! I didn’t do anything!” “You definitely looked at my cards!” “How can I look at your cards if I’m ALL THE WAY OVER HERE!!!”

It’s just everyone hating you during games at this point. ( not really <3)

Ponyboy literally loves to race you anyway. Sometimes he will catch up to you and grab you by your waist and kiss you. AHFFRDYyghjjgf!!!!

He is literally SO PRECIOUS!

That’s basically what happens when they challenge you. But ponyboy WILL get you one day..or at least that’s what he thinks. <3

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lovelyygirl8 · 1 year

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Julie Janet Fraser headcannons <3

(oc from ‘Divine Light’, a series I’m starting) (idk why her hair and eyes r brown in the gif, her hair is black and her eyes r actually green, this is just the only gif I could find of Alice Pagani where her hair is long)

• she’s named after Claire’s mother Julia, and Jenny whose actual name is Janet

• she is 12 minutes younger than Brianna

• she isn’t particularly a morning person or a night person, she can go to bed late and wake up early, go to bed early and wake up late, or go to bed early and wake up early, it’s just rlly random

• she got into painting when she was 10 and after years of experimenting with different mediums, she found her love for oil paints. Her favourite things to paint were people and landscapes, and her paintings of sceneries were always signed and hung around the house, along with some of her paintings of her family.

• she loved wearing skirts and dresses, and her fashion style was very angel-like, with lots of lace and light florals, but she also wore clothes that were very trendy as well when she felt like it (money definitely wasn’t a problem for them with franks job and Claire’s, despite the gendered pay gap)

• her and Fergus get on so well they’re brother and sister they’re best friends they’re partners in crime (not actually tho at least atm, we’ll see what happens)

• her and Marsali also get on so well, especially since Marsali never really knew girls her own age growing up, and she misses Jodie so much, so Julie would fill the void a little, but not take Jodie’s place.

• she can’t decide on a new colour, she feels like she’s always discovering new ones even if it’s the slightest difference from one she’s seen before, but she loves green and pink and blue a lot, but she also loves orange and yellow and purple a lot. She goes in spirals like that tiny one when people ask cause she can never decide and if she does decide on one it’ll change very quickly

• she view emotions as different colours: any shade of bright or pastel pink from blush to fuchsia is happiness, sadness is a dark shade of purple (#460457 - type that into safari and it’ll show you the exact colour), anger is an orange that leans toward red rather than yellow #eb4200, calm is a deep warm brown #542b16, fear is a dark muted yellow #8a8460

• her favourite flowers are delphinium, foxglove, bearded iris, Himalayan poppy, wisteria, carnation, and her favourite “filler flowers” are sweet pea, forget me not, astilbe, and spirea.

• like Brianna, she went to Harvard, but she studied Botany and Geology for her bachelors degree. Since Brianna was 20 when she met Roger, I’m just gonna assume she was doing a Masters degree, which requires an extra year or so, since she was still in university and changing her degree and people tend to start university at 18. I tried to find out how old people generally were when starting university in the 60s but i didn’t find anything. Assuming they did go to university at 18, Julie is done with university when she travels through the stones (we don’t see anything about Brianna graduating and I think that’s just because she changed her degree so to engineering from history so I think she wouldn’t have graduated when Julie did).

Thank you for reading 🫶🏼

#claire fraser #jamie fraser #brianna fraser #roger mackenzie #outlander imagines #outlander #oc #original character #headcanon #headcanons #imagines #oneshot #murtaugh fraser #marsali fraser #fergus fraser

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