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Otherwise known as Seven Minuets in Heaven Part. 2 ;)

Find Part One Here!

Dating isn't easy, and falling in love is even harder. Ryomens love for you isn't up for debate, you're the only girl he's ever felt this way about. What is questionable though is if he's ready to leave his playboy life for you. Were diving back into the Modern Day Frat Boy AU

Warning: This fic contains smut, fingering, cunnilingus, a creampie- you know the drill, as well as Hurt/Comfort, possessive themes (especially in the smut), yandere themes if you squint, and a very much unwanted kiss. Reader discretion is advised <3

It’s surreal just how many times a heart can break before it shatters. How many times you can watch your boyfriend, who swore oh so many times that you were his one and only, flirt with truly breath taking girls before you finally snap. How many times you can accept the unacceptable before it feels like a full body breakdown, before you’re hiding in your room, crying into his hoodie because despite everything he was still so comforting to your stupid heart that still hadn’t caught up with your brain in terms of relationship status.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. This story technically starts four months ago, and about a week after your first personal encounter with Ryomen Sukuna.

“Hey man, are you gonna eat that?” Gojo asked, pointing to Ryomens waffle. Sukuna barely looked up from his phone before pushing the plate over to the white haired man, who took it greedily. The act caught the attention of group empath (derogatory) Suguru Geto, who raised an eyebrow at Ryomen from the other side of his coffee cup.

“You feelin’ ok man?” He asked, setting the mug down.

“She still hasn’t responded to my text, but she read it. Is this what getting ghosted feels like?” Ryomen asked, finally looking up from his phone, “This shit blows, why do I keep doing it to people?”

“Because you’re a creep.” Nanami said without thinking from behind his book, ignoring the glare from both Suguru and Sukuna.

“Is this about the girl from the party?” Geto questioned, failing horribly to hide his genuine shock. “You haven’t moved on yet?”

“Can’t blame him, she was hot as fuck.” Gojo pointed out, not even bothering to swallow the food in his mouth. A move that would backfire when Suguru hit his back, causing him to choke.

“It’s not for a lack of trying!” Ryomen said, pointedly ignoring Satoru, “Trust me, I have. I even tried hooking up with that one girl from the Kappa Phi Beta sorority, fucking....” He snapped his fingers to try and remember her name, “Yuki? I think?”

“And?” Gojo asked.

“I couldn't go through with it!” He snapped, more in frustrated with himself than anything else, “I felt like…wrong about it, like dirty. I faked a stomachache to get her to go home.”

“Uh huh.” Suguru said, sharing a concerned glance with Gojo. “Go on.”

“The whole time I was just thinking about Y/n.” He sighed, now earning Nanamis attention too, “About what she would think, and what if she finds out and it hurts her, I just…I couldn't do that.” Ryomen grumbled, resting his cheek on the table. It felt good to vent. Until he realized all three of his friends were looking at him as if he had just grown a second set of arms and two more eyes. “What?” He asked.

“Ryomen…” Suguru started slowly, trying to think of how to put this gently, “You…are a fucking moron.”

“Poor bastard..” Nanami muttered, shaking his head.

“This bitch got his dick wet once and fell in love.” Satoru laughed. Ryomens entire soul flinched at the suggestion, and panicked at the notion it could be right.

“No, absolutely not, that’s insane.” He insisted, sitting back up. “I’ve known her for like, a week! Who falls in love in a week?!” Frat boys in fan fiction, thats who.

“Then why are you getting so caught up in the fact she hasn’t texted you back?” Suguru asked. This was not helping Ryomens panic.

“Because it’s weird! Normally girls text me back immediately.”

“Right, so why does it matter so much that this one hasn’t?”

“Because…because!-”

“Because you’re in love.” Gojo giggled.

“Say that one more time Satoru and I’ll put Nair in your shampoo bottle.” Sukuna threatened. Satoru was suddenly very quiet.

“You still haven't answered the question,” Geto reminded him.

“It’s because I don’t want the other girls to text me back! I want her to! I want her attention, I want to talk to her, I want- Oh god damn it.” His ramblings turned into a near whine as he dropped his head into his hands at the realization. Suguru patted his back, trying to be comforting.

“It’s okay man, it happens to the best of us.” He assured him. He handed him his coffee cup, “Here, try this. It might help.” Ryomen had no fucking clue how black coffee was supposed to help, so of course he had to try it. The moment it hit his tongue he realized why it was supposed to help, almost spitting the drink out at the shock of the flavor. That wasn’t coffee. He looked up at who claimed to be the responsible one.

“Fucking Kahlua?” He asked. Geto shrugged.

“Technically its a black russian, so some vodka too.”

“Suguru It’s seven am.”

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Two weeks after that conversation, you still hadn’t left that poor fools mind. "Either I didn't hear you right or you've picked up a coke habit." You scoffed. He shook his head.

"Nah, coke's a rich person drug. A lowly college student like me can only afford crack."

"They're the same thing, different forms."

"Tell that to the law." He shrugged. You dropped the argument there, knowing he had a point. You just rolled your eyes.

"Then I must not have heard you correctly." You groaned, "why are you inviting me to go fuck at your dorm at," you checked your phone, "8:17 AM?" He grinned and you wanted to punch him in the face. That grin never failed to make your heart flutter and squeal and want to marry him. Stupid fucking heart.

"I never said hook up, I asked if you wanted to go on a date.” Ryomen clarified, “Like, to go get lunch or something.” And this is where your confusion came in. You had been casually sleeping with Ryomen for a few weeks now, which was fun. But you had convinced yourself he would never want anything more. Why would he? You thought he had a roster of beautiful women getting in and out of his bed, why would he give that up to be with just one? It didn’t make sense to you.

“Ryomen, I thought we agreed we were going to keep it casual.” You reminded him. It was the unwritten contract the two of you agreed to when you started hooking up. It was to keep both of you from getting hurt feelings. He sighed and raised his hands in defense.

“Okay, not a date.” He paused for a second, “Hey, do you wanna like, go get dinner tonight, maybe catch a movie and then head back to mine?” He asked. You felt a blood vessel pop. At this point in your “relationship” with him, you were almost positive the only thing he kept behind those pretty doe eyes was the god damn audacity.

"Ryomen, that sounds like a date." You pointed out.

"Does it?" He played dumb, "well, if you insist we can make it a date." He fucking grinned again.

"No."

"Oh come on!" He said it loudly enough to earn a sharp shush from the teacher, reminding him that other people were here to learn not date. He rolled his eyes and returned to a whisper. "What's the worst thing that could happen if you go out with me?" He asked.

What's the worst thing that could happen? Easy: You fall in love. You already knew you liked him way more than any reasonable person would or should. His sense of humor fell in line perfectly with yours, you had similar taste in music and movies, and you knew that he was more caring than he would ever care to admit; a trait you noticed from watching him interact with his friends. To top it all off, he was smart as hell, and he was about as beautiful as God said the Devil would be. He was fucking dangerous, and so easy to love, you couldn't blame any of the girls that fell before you.

And that was the issue. Ryomen had a vice, and it was women. You’d seen it in action on campus, the way past flings would come up to him to try and rekindle something that was never lit in the first place. And he ate that shit up. He loved basking in the attention given to him, and if it made you jealous now, you couldn’t imagine the fights you’d get into if he was officially yours. And you really didn’t need a criminal record.

"What's the worst that could happen?" You reiterated, "I get Syphilis."

"I hate to break it to you, beautiful, but if that was the case you'd already have it." He chuckled. Yeah, you walked right into that one. You pinched the bridge of your nose, repressing the urge to yell at him that it was way too early for this shit.

"Ryo-"

"I love it when you call me that."

"-Men, Ryomen let me finish," you groaned, "I'm really trying to pay attention here, can you just drop it?" You sighed in exasperation.

"Sure, if you agree to go out with me." He smirked.

"Why are you so desperate for this date?!" You struggled to maintain a whisper, "Isn’t what we’re doing right now enough? You’re already getting what you want out of me, why do you want more?"

Ryomen felt himself shatter, like a wine glass being forced to endure Mariah Careys’ high note. He thought the two of you had moved past your perception of him as a fuck boy using you for you body but, apparently not. Did you not know? Did you not know you were the only woman that was allowed to sleep in his bed? The only girl who he brought to just casually hang out with his friends? The only person in the world that he had ever cuddled with? He didn’t talk about his after graduation plans with any of those other girls. He didn’t talk about his little brother, or why he was a business major to them. He didn’t stay up all night talking to them because he just wanted to hear their voice. All of that was reserved for you. You had no idea just how special you were to him.

"Because I don't just want your body, I want you!" He said just a little bit too loudly. Great, now people were looking, "You've all I've been thinking about for weeks, do you know how weird this is for me?! I'm going crazy over you, and you won't even give me a chance, You won’t let me prove to you that you’re important to me!” You could feel the eyes of the classroom drill into you, and it made you want to shrink away. Something had to give.

"If I agree to go on one, count them, one" you held up a finger for emphasis, "date with you, will you shut up?"

"Without hesitation."

"Fine, then shut up." You chastised him.

"Wait, so is that a yes?" He smiled wide, and if he was a dog his ears would have perked up.

"That's not shutting up!" You reminded him, "it's only a yes if you don't say another word this entire class period." He beamed as he nodded, giving the universal sign for 'My Lips Are Zipped' as he settled into his seat, and you wondered what the hell you had gotten yourself into.

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“You dress way too extravagant for him.” Mei Mei sighed as she saw your outfit. You didn’t see where she was coming from. A tight, albeit plain, black mini dress with pumps was hardly what you would call extravagant. Though, you supposed in the context of your typical wardrobe it was quite the contrast. But, this was your fifth date with Ryomen, and he told you to dress nice. You thought back to your one date stipulation, and almost laughed. You really didn’t expect that first date to go so well.

“Aren’t you the one that told me there’s nothing wrong with dressing up for a date?” You asked as you finished putting on your earrings. She rolled her eyes as you threw that back at her.

“Yeah, if you think your relationship with the guy might actually go somewhere it’s fine.”

“Who’s to say my relationship with Ryo won’t go somewhere?” You scoffed as you turned to her. She scoffed back.

“Ryo?” She all but sneered, “Gross. And it won’t go anywhere because it’s Ryomen Sukuna. He’s like, the literal definition of manslut. He’s going to break your heart Y/n, and you’re not even his official girlfriend. You’re his toy.” Mei muttered. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. You knew her condescension came from a place of concern. Mei Mei had been with a lot of guys, and had her heart broken by even more. You almost took what she said into consideration. Then you remembered she had never really expressed concern for you before your situationship, and quickly brushed her off.

“He’s waiting for me.” You smiled at her as you left your shared dorm. You found him standing outside the building, exactly where he said he’d be. He always looked handsome, but tonight he looked damn near dashing. The black dress shirt and slacks worked for him, especially with the sleeves rolled up. He grinned when he saw you, and your heart squealed like a school girl in a shoujo anime. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t walk a little faster to get into his arms.

“Hey gorgeous,” He laughed as he picked you up in one of his signature bear hugs. You could get lost in the comfort of his arms. He sat you down with an adoring smile.

“Hey Handsome,” you winked, “Ready for our date?” He was taking you to a super upscale restaurant downtown. One of those places where you have to make the reservation like, a week in advance and pay way too much for not enough food. Admittedly, it made you kinda nervous.

“No, not at all,” His confession was disguised with a joke. He was as nervous as you were. “I have to give you something first.” By the power of plot, it was only then that you noticed the thin box in his hand. He lifted it up, presenting it to you as if he was a jeweler as he opened it. You didn’t quite process what you were looking at at first. It was a small white gold, cursive R with small rubies embedded into the stem of the letter. The pendent hung from a dainty white gold chain, and every ounce of your poor kid blood just knew that necklace cost more than your parents rent.

“Ryomen, what the fuck?” You asked, not fully processing the situation.

“I like to mark what’s mine.” He shrugged with a devilish smirk, “You don’t have to take it, but I bet it would look good on you.”

“I look good in everything,” You said, taking it out of the box to admire it. It really was a beautiful piece of custom jewelry. Your first reaction was to reject the gift. Gifts like these didn’t come without conditions, expectations. You knew that by accepting the necklace, you were accepting Ryomen. You couldn’t deny your situation anymore, couldn’t delude yourself into thinking the two of you were less than what you were. You’d have to accept the reality in front of you, the future in front of you. You looked at him and felt the smile tug at your lips. “Will you put it on me?”

“Gladly.” He said, trading you box for necklace. As he fastened the ornate safety clasp around your neck, he leaned down. “I trust you know this means you’re my girl, yeah?” He whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You hummed, placing a hand on his head to hold him still while you kissed his cheek. Mei Mei was gonna be pissed.

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“Look, we’ll only be there for like, thirty minuets,” Sukuna groaned, rubbing his temple with his left hand. “ABO is throwing the party, so all of us have to show some face.”

“Do you have to show some face, or sell some weed?” You asked, crossing your arms as the two of you walked down the street. In the two months you had been with Sukuna, you had been to more parties than you could count. Which was really starting to stress you out, considering you fucking hated parties.

“Why cant it be both?” he sighed.

“You still haven’t explained why I need to come.” You huffed, pulling down your short dress. You had been trying to put more effort into your appearance lately, and experimenting with just how much skin you were comfortable showing. Sometimes you got it right, sometimes you didn’t.

“I told you babe, guys are fucking idiots. They wanna buy drugs from the guy with the prettiest girl on his arm, and when you’re with me, I’m always that guy.” He smirked, hoping that was going to diffuse the situation at least a little bit. It didn’t. Of course it didn’t.

“Really? You’re flirting with me? Right now?” You scoffed.

“It was worth a shot, right?” He shrugged.

“I’m going to fucking bite you!” you threatened, stopping in your tracks to emphasize how pissed off you were. He sighed again as he stopped and turned to face you. He put his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him, fighting the grin that came up as he noticed the slight shock on your face. He managed to suppress it though, and put his puppy dog eyes into action for evil.

“I know you don’t want to go babygirl, I’m sorry,” He murmured to you, ghosting the back of his knuckles along your jawline, “But will you go? For me? I’m only asking for thirty minuets.” Fuck. Fuck. This was a dirty tactic and he fucking knew it. You sighed, dropping your forehead onto his chest, and hugging him back as he pulled you into a proper embrace.

“Fine, but…can you promise me you’re not going to flirt any other girls there? Or let them flirt with you?” You muttered.You didn’t just hate parties for the drunken social aspect of them, though that was a part of it. No, you hated them because they always started fights in your relationship. Normally, you loved being with Ryomen. He was sweet and caring, and you knew he loved you. But he also had a problem with leading on other girls.

You knew his attention whore antics would be a problem, and while you believed him when he said it was never physical- just flirting, that he didn’t even realize he was doing it, it always hurt you anyway. There was always a seed of doubt that it wasn’t as subconscious as he claimed. That maybe he didn’t love you as much as he said he did.

“Of course baby girl, you know you’re my one and only.” He promised, wrapping his arm around you as he walked you to the fraternity house. You had a sinking feeling in your soul this was a bad idea, one that only got worse as you saw all the drop dead gorgeous women in the room.

“Hey, I’m gonna go grab us some drinks, want anything?” He asked, knocking you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, yeah. I’ll come with.” You said, following Ryomen to the kitchen. There sat Nanami in his designated spot behind the bar, half heartedly listening to an art major talk about the impressionist movement. He was nodding along like he understood, like he was engaged, but there was no light behind his eyes. You felt bad for the art major.

Ryomen grabbed two cups of the frat jungle juice for the two of you. You took yours and quickly started to chug without even considering who made it, and almost immediately gagged at the burn. You managed to choke it down after a fight for your life. “What the hell is in that?!” You snapped.

“Oh, Suguru made the juice this time,” Nanami said, taking any opportunity to leave the art history conversation, “It has like, an entire bottle of everclear in it.”

“An entire bottle?” You asked in disbelief, “Is he okay?”

“No.” Nanami scoffed, as if you should know.

“Hey, Ryomen!” Satoru laughed as he and Suguru spotted Sukuna. They walked into the kitchen. “And Y/n!” Gojo gasped when he saw you, always shocked to see you at these events no matter how many you attended. He ran over and hugged you, causing you to chuckle softly and Ryomens eye to twitch. He quickly got in between you two, pulling you from Satorus arms and into his. Gojo rolled his eyes, but otherwise let it go.

“I’m glad you could make it!” He smiled.

“I always do,” You laughed to hide your frustration with that statement.

“We’ve got a beer pong table set up outside, wanna play?” Suguru asked. There was a beat before you realized.

“Wait, me?” You asked, a little shocked. You fully expected him to be talking to Ryomen.

“Yeah, you,” He chuckled, “You’re our Fraternity Sweetheart, we gotta show you off somehow, right?”

“She is not the frat sweetheart.” Ryomen scoffed before you could process the information.

“Oh yes she is!” Gojo declared, “Everyone on campus knows it!” Everyone except you apparently.

“No, shes not!” Ryomen insisted. He hated that they called you that. It made him feel like he had to share you with them, a thought that made him actively violent. They could find some other sorority sister to be their sweetheart, but you were his. “Nanami, back me up here.”

“Sorry man, I’m with the boys on this one.” He shrugged, “She’s at all of our events, she’s here every weekend, the chapter loves her.” Oh he did not like the verbiage used there.

“I love how you guys all thought to ask me how I felt about this, so very thoughtful of you.” You laughed at the absurdity of it all.

“Yea, exactly! You don’t even want to be a sweetheart, do you baby girl?” Ryomen asked, fully turning to you. A realization hit you like a truck trying to teleport you to a fantasy world. Something in the way he said baby girl, in how intense he was in fighting against the tittle. Ryomen was jealous. Of course, this was nothing new, but the idea of him being jealous of these guys just felt so absurd to you. You were used to giving into his jealousy, to baby it and tend to it; like a dutiful nurse. Protecting his ego at all cost. Your first instinct was to continue that tradition, but then you thought about it again. He never went out of his way to try and take care of your jealousy. And being a fraternity sweetheart may actually be fun.

“I mean, I am at every single party you guys throw, I might as well be the sweetheart, right?” You smiled and the other guys cheered, even Nanami let out a little whoop! Ryomens eyes looked dark though. He knew exactly what you were throwing in his face. You wanted to say being this petty was unlike you, but since you started dating Ryomen…

“You offered beer pong?” You smiled to Suguru, who gladly took you outside to the table, Satoru tagging along with a reluctant Ryomen dragging behind.

It had been four months since you first slept with Sukuna, and two months since you got together. Sometimes you questioned that decision. Actually, you questioned it a lot. You questioned if he ever actually wanted to be in a relationship, or just liked the idea of it. If he wanted to have someone stable waiting for him at home while he still got to do what- or who- ever he wanted. The way he talked to some of the girls at these parties made you think that was the case. He talked to them almost as if he forgot he had a girlfriend, or worse, as if he resented the fact he had one.

Which was so unbearably confusing for you! He pursued you so fervently, as if he was convinced you were soul mates. You were happy to keep things casual with him for exactly this reason. He was the one that wanted to take things to the next level, He was the one that made things official, hell- He was the first one to say I Love You! And it’s not like he tried to hide you, he posted you on social media, he took you out as often as he could, that motherfucker tried to get a tattoo of your god damn name! Thank God Suguru talked him out of that one. It didn’t make sense to you that he would be this obsessed with you regularly, but the moment he got a few shots in his system and a cute girl approached him it’s like you were a ghost to him. It made you fucking angry.

The air was warm and full of laughing as you played against Satoru.

“Hey, you have to bounce it, you can’t throw it!” He giggled, trying to swat away your ball.

“Oh, but you can swat it?!” You scoffed through smiles, “Unfair rules!” This was your third round, and he only had one cup left. That being said, he was about half way through yours, and you were definitely starting to feel it. It was actually kinda nice to be thoroughly enjoying a party. To feel like you were here to hang out with your friends and not just to please your man.

“Come on Satoru, how are you going to lose to someone who’s wasted?!” Suguru laughed, grabbing your elbow to help steady you. You should have known something was wrong when Ryomen didn’t step in.

“By also being wasted!” Gojo chuckled as he completely missed his shot and you sunk yours. Cheers and hollers erupted in the crowd, and you proudly threw up both hands as you had won again. You felt like a star. Like you were actually cool, and accepted. You felt amazing. You looked over to your darling boyfriend to share the moment with him.

Only to feel every once of warmth leave your body when you saw him talking to another woman. You knew her well, Amanda from your english class. She talked all the time about how hot Ryomen was before the two of you got together, and joked about stealing him after. From the look of that heart wrenching grin he had on while he talked to her, it looked like she had a chance.

“Walk away. Just walk away.” You thought.“Come to me.” She laughed obnoxiously loud at a joke that probably wasn’t even that funny. Even he looked surprised at the reaction he got. Then she got closer. Your body went into rigor mortis as your lungs forgot how to work. “No. Please No.”

She kissed him. The next three seconds felt like three years. You watched her wrap a hand around his neck and pull him closer, wrap another hand in his hair and you fought vomit. It was a tender act you thought was sacred between the two of you. You guessed not. You ran off, not having the heart to watch anymore. You didn’t see him push her away and onto her ass. You didn’t hear him yell at her.

“What the fuck skank?! Why the fuck would you do that?!” He scoffed, aggressively wiping his mouth.

“I-I’m sorry! I just thought the conversation was going well, so-”

“So you fucking kiss me?! Do you do that to every man you have a conversation with?!” He physically spat, “You didn’t even fucking ask! Have you never heard of fucking consent?!”

“Look, I thought-!”

“No, you didn’t think of shit! I have a fucking girlfriend, do you know that?! Jesus fucking christ.” He groaned, walking away from the situation to find you.

You were making your way through the house to go home, fighting tears because you’d be damned if these assholes saw you cry. You swam through the sea of drunken bodies swaying in the house. The bass from the music felt all too intense, the lights all too bright. Everything was just too much. You felt disconnected from and all too aware of your body all at once, and all you really wanted was non-existence.

“Leaving so soon?” Nanami asked from his place on the houses steps as you walked out. He looked up, noticing the tears you had let slip, and his eyes widened a bit. He immediately dropped the asshole act, standing up and placing a concerned hand on your shoulder. “Y/n, are you okay? Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Ryomen is a cheating bastard.” You managed to gasp through choked breath. This whole not crying thing was so much harder than you thought. That didn’t sound like the Ryomen Nanami knew though. The Ryomen Nanami knew didn’t shut up about his girl. He wanted to marry her after graduation, he was trying to build a life with her. He wouldn’t cheat on her. Something wasn’t right.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, but that can’t be right. Theres gotta be a mis-”

“I gotta go Kento.” You whimpered, brushing his hand away. You refused to listen to one of his frat dude friends try to defend him. You took off the R that weighed down on your neck, his claim to you, and handed it to Nanami. You knew you wouldn’t be able to face him again to return it. “Please give that to him, I need to leave.” You muttered, all but running away from the party.

You should have known better. You did know better. You hated that you expected this and still got hurt. Everything just felt so unbearably heavy. When you broke up with your last boyfriend, you just felt numb. You felt about as inconvenienced by it as when they got your order wrong at Mcdonalds. Annoyed, yeah- maybe even pissed off. But ultimately you got over it quick, it had barely hurt your week.

But this? This felt like hell. This felt wrong. Like when a loved one suddenly dies, or if your house burned down while you were away; like the universe was fundamentally broken- turned upside down and left to rot. You felt so fundamentally stupid for giving him a chance. For letting him trick you into thinking he was in anything other than lust. For falling in love with a demon like him. All of the devotion and warmth you held for him tasted so fucking bitter, like it had been preverted and turned into a curse. You wanted to crawl home and tell your mom she was right.

But, your dorm was much closer. “Hey nerd, how was the- oh no.” Mei Mei said, looking up from her laptop as she heard the door open. You looked like a rejected member of Kiss, make up running down your red face, hair a mess from the outside wind.

“Mei mei, he-” You tried to get it out, but just choked on your words, breaking down into the sobs you were holding back. Mei rushed over to wrap her arms around you and keep you from collapsing in on yourself.

“Oh sweetheart…I’m so sorry.” She sighed, leading you over to your bed and sitting down with you. She knew what happened without you saying it. She knew it was going to happen. She was mostly just shocked it took this long.

“I’m so stupid..”

“Yea, a little bit.” She confirmed, patting your back and shushing you as you broke into another sob. Your phone went off. She checked it for you, snarling at the ‘where are you?’ text he sent. That motherfucker had a lot of gaul. She tossed your phone into your desk drawer, then went and grabbed the emergency ice cream she kept in her fancy mini fridge. She joined you on the bed with two spoons and her laptop.

“Okay, what do you wanna watch?” She asked, pulling up netflix.

Meanwhile, Ryomen was losing his mind looking for you, and Nanami was losing his mind looking for him. “There you are!” Kento snapped as he finally found Ryomen coming out of their shared dorm.

“Nanami, have you seen Y/n?” He asked immediately, “I can’t find her, and I’m about to start hitting people about it.” He said, running a nervous hand through his hair. He had never lost you for this long before, and he was really starting to panic now. If anything had happened to you, he was going to make tomorrows nine o’clock news.

“Yeah, she ran out like an hour ago saying you cheated on her, is that true?” Nanami asked, feeling like he already knew the answer.

“What?!” Ryomen snapped, grabbing Nanami by the shoulders, “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that an hour ago?!”

“Because I’ve been looking for you for an hour dipshit!” He yelled, pushing Ryomen off, “Answer the question!”

“No it’s not fucking true! Why the hell would I do something that fucking stupid?!” Ryomen scoffed at the very idea of such a thing. He remembered his encounter with Yuki, before the two of you had even become casual partners. The thought of trying to be with another woman made him nauseous then, and that feeling had only intensified as your relationship grew.

“Then why does she think that you did?” Nanami questioned further, trying to get to the bottom of the situation.

“I don’t know! I-” Shit. He didn’t even finish his sentence before the unwanted kiss flooded his memories. A hit from a sledge hammer wielded by Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson would have been softer than the realization that not only did you see the kiss, but thought it was welcomed. Suddenly, he didn't have blood in his veins anymore, only liquid nitrogen. “Oh my god, she saw Amanda kiss me.”

“What?! Ryomen, you said you didn’t che-”

“I didn’t!” He snarled, “She kissed me when I was trying to sell to her. I pushed her off, it was not mutual!” The last thing Suguru and Gojo expected to find when they went to slip off to their room was Nanami and Ryomen fighting in the hall, but, suppose theres a first time for everything.

“Whats going on?” Gojo asked, needing to be in the center of every drama ever.

“Y/n thinks Ryomen cheated on her.” Nanami explained.

“You fucking what?!” Suguru hissed, ready to fight on your behalf.

“I didn’t actually do it!” Ryomen yelled in his own defense. “She saw Amanda kiss me, but I guess missed the part where I yelled at her for assault!”

“Well she’s officially on the ban list.” Satoru stated what everyone else assumed went without saying.

“Wait, where is Y/n now?” Geto asked.

“Home, I assume. It’s where she was going.” Nanami explained.

“I have to go get her.” Ryomen said more to himself than anyone else, attempting to leave before Gojo stopped him.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Satoru asked, “If it just happened, she may not be willing to listen to you yet.”

“No, Ryomen’s right. The longer he lets this sit the worse it’ll get.” Suguru pointed out. “This is something you address immediately.”

“Not necessarily! She may be working it out on her own,” Satoru was being delusional, “I mean, has she broken up with you yet right? Like officially? Cause if not, showing up at her doorstep out of no where may be the end your relationship.” Wait, he had a point.

“No, She hasn’t broken up with me.” Ryomen sighed in almost relief. You two were still together, that ment there was hope. Hope of a conversation, hope to save the future he had built for you two. Maybe all wasn’t lost.

“Yeah, so…about that.” Nanami muttered almost sheepishly as he held up the white gold necklace you had tossed at him. Ryomen felt his soul evacuate his body and the liquid nitrogen in his veins turn into lead. The room was spinning and the only thing he could focus on was the jewels that should have been around your neck. The symbol of your relationship, dangling abandoned from Nanami's fingers. You had left him and he didn’t even know it.

“Shit.” Mai Mai muttered, checking her phone half way through an episode of whatever you had put on. “Shoko got too fucked up and needs a ride home from the bar.” She sighed. You knew what that meant.

“That’s ok,” you managed a smile, “Go make sure she’s safe.”

“Are you going to be okay?” That was a loaded question if you’d ever heard one.

“Yeah Mei, I’m not gonna like, kill myself or something stupid like that.” You forced a laugh to really sell that you were falling apart. Mei gave a concerned face, but knew that Shoko still needed her help.

“I’ll be back in like, an hour, ok?” She said as she grabbed her keys, “If you need anything or god forbid he shows up, call me, ok?” She demanded more than asked.

“Okay, I will.” You sighed, waving off your friend as she left. Once alone, you decided you might as well take the opportunity to get into pajamas. You shuffled to your closet, feeling more like a zombie than much else. That was until you opened the door to reveal Ryomens hoodie hanging up with the rest of your clothes. The icy tendrils of despair returned, and despite your better judgment you pulled the old hoodie down.

He had left it here a few weeks back, and you had been snuggling up in it ever since. At the time it was a major comfort, now it was just another thing to return later. Despite yourself, you still hugged it, imaging you were just hugging him goodbye for some closure. You hoped it would help you let go. Instead what happened is you were greeted with his familiar scent, pine and cigarettes, and your eyes started gushing again.

You collapsed onto your bed as you clung to the fabric, wishing it was him. That tonight had never happened, and he was still yours. It was a nice thought. Your pity party was interrupted by what could only be described as a cop knock on your door. It startled a yelp out of you, and almost scared you enough to make you forget you were sad.

“Y/n, please, let me in.” Mother fucker! Why would he think this was a good idea?!

“No Sukuna, I have nothing to say to you.” You snapped, and he cringed on the other side of the door. He hated when you used his last name for him. It made him feel like his father.

“That’s fine! Just let me say what I have to say.” He begged, “Y/n, it’s not what you think.”

The Audacity

How fucking dare he show up to your door with the worlds lamest fucking excuse and expect it to work?! How fucking dare he act like you didn’t have two working eyes! The rage that filled you with pushed you off the bed and to the door, throwing it open just to smack him across the face. His eyes blew wide at the attack. He had never seen you violent before. He kinda liked it.

“You’re a real fucking douche bag, do you know that?!” You snapped, “You spent fucking months trying to get me to agree to be with you, just to do this to me! Do you know how much this hurts?!”

“Y/n, I-!”

“I’m not done!” You shouted, officially pissing off your across the hall neighbor.

“Take it to your dorm, not the hall!” Utahime yelled from behind her door. You growled, but reluctantly pulled him into your room, closing the door behind the two of you.

“You lead me on for fucking months, fucking months, making me think you loved me and wanted to be with me, just for it to turn out to all be a lie! Then, when you realize you fucked up, you turn up at my door with the lamest excuse known to man! What the fuck do you have to say for yourself?!” You hissed, venom dripping for your lips like thick cyanide.

“She kissed me,” He explained, holding up his hands when he saw you open your mouth to argue, “You asked me what I had to say for myself, right? This is what I have to say, just let me talk.” You closed your mouth reluctantly, waiting for him to continue.

“She started talking to me because she wanted to try pot and knew I had some to sell. I sold her an ounce and we kept talking about her fucking major or some shit. Honestly, I don’t even remember what we were talking about, I was just trying to give good customer service. But I guess she was into it, cause out of no where she kissed me. But I didn’t kiss her back, Y/n! I pushed her off of me, I yelled at her that I had a girlfriend, hell, I’m pretty sure I fucking spit on her. You have to believe me Baby, I wanted nothing to do with that!”

He was talking fast and panicked, and not at all like how he normally spoke. Like he was scared for his life, grabbing his hair and trying to control his breathing. His fear almost transferred to you, but all you really wanted was to hug him, to assure him it was okay. A part of you wanted to deny it all, because that was so much easier than admitting you were wrong and jumped to conclusions. That you let Mei Mei and your mother get into your head.

But you knew your boyfriend better than that. You knew that this wasn’t the ramblings of a liar, but the ramblings of a desperate man needing to be heard. The honesty in his eyes, the tremble in his normally steady voice. You thought about how Nanami tried to argue with you when you first accused Ryomen. At the time you refused to hear any of it, but Nanami had never been one to bull shit anyone or defend his fraternity brothers shitty actions. And suddenly, your stomach filled with stones as you realized what you had done, what you had almost thrown away.

“Ryomen,” You muttered, slowly approaching him as if he was a hurt animal.

“I kept looking for you after it happened, I was going to tell you! But you were gone-”

“Ryo,” You tried again to cut through his thoughts, standing close enough now to touch him.

“But then fucking Nanami found me, and he had your necklace, and-” Oh shit, he wasn’t there anymore. You recognized a doom spiral when you saw one. You gently grabbed his cheeks and forced him to look at you. Those puppy dog eyes you fell in love with were wide and full of fear, filling you with a sick dread that made your skin feel far too tight.

“Baby, look at me. You’re getting lost in your head.” You said softly, using your thumb to wipe away a stray tear.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry I-”

“Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry I ran away instead of just talking to you about what happened.” You sighed.

“Yea that was kinda hypocritical of you.” He nodded.

“Ryomen.”

“I’m just saying, you’re the one talking about how important communication is.”

“And I apologized, did I not?!” You laughed at the emotional whiplash of it all. He let a small smile slip as he watched. He finally felt like he could breathe again. He pulled you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head.

“I swear, this love shit’s gonna put me in the ground.” He more gasped than laughed, the crash of his body no longer being in fight or flight mode weighing heavy on him.

“Ain’t that the truth.” You huffed, shaking your head as best as you could against his chest. Your body still hadn’t gotten the memo that things were okay now. Your bones still felt like they were shaking in your skin. He parted enough to hook his finger under your chin, tilting your head up at him. Your heart skipped a beat, taking in how soft he looked in the moonlight fluttering in from your window. He was proof god had favorites. He smiled softly to you.

“I think you’re worth it though.” He whispered, before leaning down and pressing his soft lips to yours. It didn’t matter how many times they two of you kissed, your heart always freaked out about it- like a mega fan in the pit at a concert. Your arms instinctively moved to wrap around his neck, he he took you by the hips, pulling you deeper into the kiss. He bit your lip, and took the opportunity of your soft moan to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Your body started warming back up, his comforting smell putting your panic response to ease. Your nervous system pulsated back to life, sparks flying in your blood waiting to be caught in his inferno. On one hand, it felt almost wrong to be kissing him so soon after the events of the night- like a betrayal of yourself. On the other, your heart craved him like a drug, his affection gave you a high that nothing else could even come close too. You felt like you were spinning and a heat was quickly pooling in your legs that you knew he could take care of.

One of your hands tangled into his soft pink hair, tugging softly. He took that as his que to pick you up. You wrapped your legs around his hips long enough for him to sit you down on the side of the bed. His kisses moved from your lips to your cheek, to your jaw, to your neck. You moaned softly as he sucked soft bruises into your collar bone.

He pushed you back down on the bed, lowering himself to his knees in between your legs, like a sinner praying for forgiveness at an altar.. You were suddenly pretty thankful you hadn’t gotten around to changing yet. He hiked the dress up around your hips, smiling when he saw the underwear you were wearing.

“Black lace, huh?” He teased, forgetting the past like, hour and a half apparently, “Were you planning this sweetheart?”

“I assure you I did not plan on us breaking up.” You laughed. He did not like that you used the words “Breaking Up” and “Us” in the same sentence. It didn’t affect him they way that it did before. It didn’t fill him with that overwhelming feeling of panic that it had earlier. It didn’t freeze him in place. Instead, it just filled him with white hot rage. Surely you knew better than that, right? You were his, you weren’t going anywhere. “Breaking up” was not an option. He just had to remind you who you belonged to.

“Good thing we didn’t break up.” He said. Before you could protest, he pushed your panties to the side and ran his warm tongue along your folds, earning him a soft, pretty gasp from your lips. He smirked to himself, noticing how wet you were from just kissing, gathering the silky liquor on his tongue, and swirling it onto your clit. He started spelling his nickname with his tongue, R. Y. O, R. Y. O, and you were lost to whatever he wanted.

Your body pulsated with electricity, every swipe of his tongue sending a new wave of bliss through your body. You moaned out his name, fingers tangling into his hair to try and keep yourself grounded. You felt like you were made of pop rocks and stars, eyes rolling back in pleasure, pulling him closer to your core. You could feel a tsunami building inside of you, a sea of pleasure threatening to over take you.

“Have I ever told you how sweet you taste?” Sukuna moaned, sliping two fingers inside of your gushing pussy. You mentally added that to the list of weird compliments you had received since becoming bedfellows with the wannabe bad boy. Or, tried to I should say. As you were filing the thought away, he curled his fingers into your g-spot, turning any coherent thoughts you had had before into oh fuck that felt good and fuck I’m already getting close. Ryomen felt the way your cunt clenched around his fingers, and felt his own dick twitch. He knew how that clench felt around his cock, and more than anything he wanted to feel it again.

“Ryo, I-I’m...yea” You tried to warn him, but the electric shockwaves going through your body made communication rather difficult at that moment.

“Oh yea?” He chuckled from between your legs, punctuating his sentence with a sharp suck to the bundle of nerves between your legs. “Then cum for me pretty girl.” It didn’t take much after that, his words of affirmation waking up butterflies in your stomach and in your cunt. A few more curls of his fingers and swipes from his tongue and suddenly cartoon stars were exploding in front of your eyes. Your climax tore through you with a vengeance, the storm hitting you and drowning your senses in bliss and oxytocin. Your entire body felt like it had been struck by lighting made of erotic thrill, the aftershocks leaving you shaking in it’s wake.

Your soul was still trying to make it’s way back to your body when his lips met yours again, your taste mingling with his on your tongue and leaving your head spinning. You went to grab his shirt, finding that he had taken it off at some point, which was more than okay with you. He nipped at your jaw and your neck before pulling away and getting you up long enough to take your dress off you. You went to take off your bra, only for him to stop you.

“Hey, hey, whats the rush?” He asked from the foot of your bed, wicked grin showing off his naturally sharp canines, “Take it off slowly.” This was 100% a power play and you know it. Normally this fucker was literally ripping clothes to get them off you quicker, your sudden uptick in panty buying could attest to that. But now all of the sudden he wanted to go slow? Fine, you could play that game.

You stood on your knees to give him a better view, slowly shimmying the straps off your shoulders. His scarlet eyes burned into your every movement as you slipped your arms out of the straps as elegantly as one could. You made eye contact with him as you unhooked your bra, one hook at a time. Or, tried to at least. His eyes were trained on your chest. You grinned at the aggravated groan he let out, watching you catch the fabric before it fell and revealed your breast. His eyes were dark and you could tell by his shifting his jeans were getting too tight.

“Slow enough for you?” You smirked at him.

“Keep running that mouth and I’ll give you something to do with it.” He warned, and you just laughed, finally letting your bra drop to the mattress. You saw his body physically tense as to not grapple you then and there.

“You want my mouth? Oh, but I’d much rather have you somewhere else.” You teased, looping your thumbs into the sides of your underwear as you started to pull them off your hips at an agonizing pace. Ryomen felt like he was going to lose it, feeling his fingers, among other extremities, twitch with the need to touch you. He tried to be a good boy, he really did, but when you rolled your hips at him he lost it. In a flash he had pulled you under him, and was fumbling with his belt.

“Hey, what happened to slow?” You teased.

“Fun experiment, not for me.” He responded, freeing himself from his jeans and lining himself up with your still dripping entrance. He caught your lips in a kiss as he dived in, swallowing your sweet moans as he filled you to the brim. It didn’t matter how many times Ryomen was in between your legs, it always felt like the first. The burning stretch as his hips connected with you setting your body on fire and filling your brain with tv static. You could feel your already weak legs tremble around him, and he groaned as your pussy fluttered around his cock.

“God pretty girl, you feel so fucking good for me.” He moaned, setting a brutal pace as he pushed into you, his cock brushing against your g-spot and massaging your cervix. “Like you were made to be on my cock.” Who he was talking to was a mystery to you because you were not there. You were in outer space, floating on atoms and space dust as he rocked into you, bliss filling your veins as you felt euphoria spread through you and pool in your core.

He threw one of your legs over his shoulder, letting him dive even deeper into your velvety walls. He grabbed your hips in a vice grip, no doubt leaving bruises you could take finger prints off of. Every thrust hit your g-spot, the new position letting him reach places that you didn’t know existed. “Oh, fuck, Ryo don’t stop.” You begged.

“Didn’t plan on it,” He assured you, watching the way your eyes screwed shut in pleasure. “Hey no-” He growled, removing his hand from your hip to grab your chin, “Look at me.” You whined as you opened your eyes, meeting his lust filled gaze. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You Ryomen..” You moaned, feeling yourself reaching your peak.

“Who’s the only person that makes you feel this good?” He demanded the validation.

“You, Ryomen, you!” You squirmed underneath him as all of the stimulation became too much. Your hands started to tingle as your body got ready to tumble off a cliff. You weren’t even fully processing what he was asking, you just knew to say his name.

“Who do you belong to Y/n?”

“Ryomen..” You whimpered, digging your claws in his back as your legs trembled, “Ryo, please..” You gasped, teetering on the edge. His hand left your chin and found your clit, massaging expert circles into it. It was your tipping point, sending you hurtling over the edge of your orgasm and head over heels into euphoria, the sea of bliss overtaking you as red hot lava replaced your blood. You felt almost dizzy as you were hit with wave after wave of ecstasy, vision going blurry with tears from the intensity of it all.

Ryomen wasn’t far behind you, the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper with every convulsion. He told himself he really couldn’t have pulled out even if he wanted to; filling you until you were overflowing and thanking Aphrodite for the invention of birth control. He rolled you over as he collapsed next to you, managing to stay inside.

The two of you stayed like that for awhile, breathing deep in your afterglow, before he finally pulled out, albeit reluctantly. He kissed the top of your head, fixing his pants and finding a washcloth to clean you up with. “I’d say sorry for the mess but, It’s kinda hot.” He chuckled softly. You rolled your eyes and threw on his shirt.

“Dick.” You muttered. He nodded in agreement.

“Is that a request? I could go again.” He grinned as you weakly hit his arm with your finger tips.

“You’re lucky I love you.” You grumbled softly. He nodded.

“I know…I love you too.” He whispered. He waited a second before adding, “We’re still together, right?” more as a formality than anything.

“No, I slept with you as one final hurrah before deleting your number.” you joked.

“Oh, well then, I guess you won’t be needing this?” He asked, pulling your pendant from his pocket. Your eyes widened a bit as you saw it, almost forgetting that you had ever taken it off to begin with. Your hand instinctively went to your neck to protect it, only to find nothing there. obviously.

“My necklace-” You said, but he shook his head.

“Nope, my necklace. Unless you wanna be my girlfriend?” He smirked that evil smirk. You laughed fondly at him, then gave an overly exaggerated sigh.

“Well I suppose, if it’s the only way to get my jewelry back, then we gotta get back together.” He chuckled as he hooked the chain around your neck again, admiring the way it dazzled against your skin.

“It looks good on you.” he praised, kissing your forehead.

“Everything looks good on me.” You winked.

“WHAT HAPPENED TO CALLING ME IF HE SHOWED UP?!” Mei yelled as she finally returned home.

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ashdreams2023 · 20 days

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Hello again! I was wondering if you still do requests and if so, can I request a Severus x reader but platonic? Like we've all read Sev being like a guardian of sorts to students but what if reader is like the prof that cares for Sev when he was a student? Like Severus' favorite teacher is reader cause not only is she smart and teaches well but she has a soft spot for Sevy and is one of the profs that punishes the marauders every time she catches them bothering Snape. Snape can see her as a mother figure that even up to the point that Sev actually became a teacher he still goes to her for his problems and she just babies him lol. (Reader was once the youngest teacher to teach in Hogwarts before Snape took that role)

Alright alright gonna do this now!

Platonic Severus snape x fem reader

All my respect

Severus had a rocky relationship with adults from a very young age that’s for sure, his home life and neighborhood left little in his faith for grown ups.

It was a rocky two first years when he couldn’t even trust his head of house let alone another professor, he felt uncomfortable if he had to seek his head of house for help, he preferred to suffer in silence, even if it meant having to sit in aching bruises from his bullies until he learned how to brew a cooling balm.

No one did a thing to genuinely help him, no one, he hated how everyone overlooked him, how They saw him just as a weird kid who others avoid for no reason but that they didn’t understand him.

That continued until his third year, after a brutal beating from Sirius and his wand almost snapping in half, he remembers it very clearly he was sitting in the hall feeling the entire world was against him.

Then you came, young looking and worried, at the time you were only 28 years of age, he knew you were the new hired substitute professor for charms.

He expected to be scolded and sent to his dorm but instead you kneeled down and without even asking a question tended to his injuries self, he flinched when you first touched his face but that didn’t stop you from applying some healing balm and checking his medical chart with your wand.

He was speechless to say the least, no one ever cared this much about him…even his mother…

"Tell me who did this to you and I don’t want any lies little boy" you tried to sound firm but he could tell you were still panicked about his state and what you saw on his medical charm, he was a scrawny malnourished boy "you can tell me, you’re not gonna be in trouble I promise"

Next thing he knows points have been deducted from the lions and he’s all healed up. Although that still didn’t make him trust you that easily.

But it kept happening, you stopped whoever was bothering him, looked out for him when he seemed a little off and much more, you didn’t rest until you got the marauders suspended from hogwarts for a whole semester because of that idiot and deadly prank.

You scolded him still but always with a gentle hand checking if he’s hurt or hiding an injury like he sometimes did.

"One of these days you will kill me with a heart attack!"

"They started it!"

Heck you even helped him get some rare plants for his potion making and recommended him to higher education, even after he messed up and used that awful name, you believed him, you saw the good in him and stood by his side.

He can thank you a million times but he still feels like it isn’t enough, even now at 35 of age, you’re 50 and still working in the same school.

He comes to you for guidance, he has tea with you every other day and you sit there smiling fondly as he complains and rants about his day, just like the little boy you once knew.

"With all my respect to you mother but these kids are insufferable" it takes him a minute to realize what he just said and he blushes crazily but you chuckle.

"Oh please, you’re the son I never birthed"

Severus sighs still blushing slightly from embarrassment "Isn’t it too late for me to call my professor mum?" He used sarcasm to hide his embarrassment.

You sipped your tea and leaned back on your chair "I remember when you were just a little lad, sneaking around to brew your outrageous potions and getting burned then coming back to me with a pout and tear stained eyes demanding I give you my cooling balm"

He smirked crossing his arms "I can make it myself now, I don’t need to be babied anymore"

"Oh? So you don’t your favorite tea cup?" She laughed softly.

Severus frowned dropping his arms, his tea cup, the one you bought specially for him because the design reminded you of a cauldron, it was childish and looked out of place in your neatly organized cabin with all the good China sets.

But he still went for it, he wouldn’t pick that one round tea cup and take it for himself, you would tease him about needing a grown up one but he would defend himself saying he would do just fine with this one.

"Well, good to know some things just don’t change sevy"

"Don’t call me that I’m a grown adult! I’m taller than you!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night sevy" fighting you was useless, he should’ve known better but he always felt light, he breathed out and let a small smile creep on his lips.

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nonexistent-introvert · 11 months

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Alternate Reminder pt 2

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Word count: 3k

Content: Miguel sees you again, confessions, hurt with comfort. Read part 1 before this (it's better trust me)

A/N: I didn't expect part 1 to get such an overwhelming response so here's the long-awaited part 2. its 1am, i got carried away. not proofread im gnaa paass out

Part 1

It felt weird being a spectator to Miguel’s debriefs. Your legs swung below you while you were perched on a ledge. Miguel was standing a few feet away, giving a debrief to the spidermen that had tagged along for the mission. Peter was sneaking glances at you, his face dramatically emphasising how naggy Miguel was. Jess nudged him in the ribs, urging him to pay attention before Miguel loses his patience and snap, causing the debrief to go on for even longer. You chuckled lightly at his antics.

It was weirder to see Miguel again. The last time you had seen him was when you quit. His hair has grown longer, the ends curling like you remembered. His hands moved while he emphasised on certain points he was making. A smile formed on your lips when you saw him gesture to the buildings in the city. Undoubtedly, talking about the rules of multiversal travel. Especially the rule that Spidermen were not supposed to be spotted swinging around another dimension without their mask on. Despite sitting a few feet away, far enough to be unable to hear what Miguel was saying, his words that were drilled into your mind after several mission debriefs gave you a hint of what he was talking about. You shook your head, you were no longer a member of the spider society. It should be of no concern to you what they were talking about, In an attempt to distract yourself from them, you pulled out your phone from a compartment in your suit. The screen lit up to reveal the date and time.

Miguel’s birthday was 4 days ago. You furrowed your eyebrows at that thought. His birthday hasn’t bothered you ever since you quit. Maybe it was because he was standing in a few feet away from you which reminded you of his birthday. It wasn’t like Miguel was ever one for birthdays. You stared at the frowning Miguel.

Yeah, he definitely forgot his own birthday and spent it drowning in work in his lab. An amused grin crossed your features when you remembered the times you would remind him of his own birthday. Sometimes even bringing him a cake. Miguel would pinch his nose in annoyance, claiming that you were wasting his time. Every year without fail, you would appear at his office just to celebrate his birthday for him, just to get on his nerves. Until you quit that is.

To annoy him, that was the reason behind every action you did for him. The actions ranging from making him a coffee, celebrating his birthday. These actions weren’t annoying. The only thing that was annoying was the remarks that you made upon doing all this for him. Miguel is also the only person in the world who seemed to be allergic to sweet actions. A seed of doubt formed in your heart, was it really just to annoy him? Or was there something more?

Miguel trailed off, his eyes meeting yours. There was a genuine amused smile on your face while you stared at him. His heart skipped a beat, it’s been so long since he actually felt your gaze on him. Although you seem to be in a daze to notice that he was staring back at you. He wondered what you were thinking about. He envied whatever made you so happy. Jess cleared her throat, Peter tried to stifle the smile on his face as they noticed what caught Miguel’s attention. At the same time, you finally noticed the heavy pair of eyes staring back at you. You almost fell off the ledge you were sitting on, quickly averting your gaze away from Miguel. Miguel cleared his throat awkwardly before returning to his debrief. You suddenly felt self conscious of yourself as you quickly pulled your mask over your face.

You rid yourself of the memories and tried to stop your heart from fluttering. “You just reminded him of someone he loved” you repeated to yourself, reminding yourself that you would only get hurt, that you would only live in someone else shadow if you did let yourself fall.

Almost, there was a time where you were so close to falling for Miguel. You shifted uncomfortably at the thought. You were never good at expressing your won feelings and neither was he. Despite the constant annoyance and hatred the both of you had for each other, there were times where you would like to think that beneath all that was love. The kind of love you see in old couples, those couples who bicker over the smallest things but would give their life for each other. Your heart clenched, turns out it was all a lie. Those looks, those feelings you thought he reciprocated, it was for another version of you.

Yet again, the word ‘almost’ is the saddest word in the dictionary. It gives birth to hope and the question of ‘what if?’ and those constantly leads to the disappointment you were already so used to. You shook your head, it wasn’t right to say that you loved him but you almost did. Miguel O’Hara was someone you knew you could love if you let yourself, it was completely natural to think of a possibility where you would wake up next to him and spend the rest of your life with him. Forgiveness comes easily when you let yourself think of the possibility,but you would never let yourself have to live in someone’s shadow, you respected yourself more than that. The breadth of ambiguity makes your breath hitch in anticipation, like you’re awaiting a fall when you reach the peak in a rollerocaster. How could you let go of someone you never even had?

You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Peter’s arm over your shoulder. “What got you looking like a sad puppy?” Peter laughed. You forced a smile for your friend, brushing your thoughts off. Miguel would never come back to your universe for you, you never would have to see him again and yet your heart aches.Seeing him once today was enough to undo the years of effort you had put into forgetting about his existence. Miguel O’Hara is indeed a powerful man. Jess appeared beside you, creating small talk with you. She quickly nudged Peter who clicked his tongue in annoyance, until Peter noticed who was standing behind Jess. “I guess I’ll get going now! I’ll visit you some time again!” Peter quickly unhooked his arm from over your shoulder, laughing nervously as he glanced at Miguel. “What-” You let out an exhale, wondering what had gotten into Peter while Jess drags him away.

Miguel’s mind went blank as he stood in front of you. The sunset that casted a golden glow onto your face was not helping things either as it highlighted all the features on your face. Upon noticing the huge shadow in front of you, you cursed internally. You should have left early. You watched as the spidermen slowly disappear into portals except for Miguel who still stood in front of you, also waiting till it was just the two of you.

“You came.” There was a hint of disbelief and surprise in Miguel’s voice.

“You called.” you replied without missing a beat. Miguel’s eyes widened at your response, he expected the ‘it was for work’ or that it was because the anomaly was in your own universe (of course you had to be there). Your response made his heart flutter, there was no sarcasm in your tone, only your true feelings. You swallowed, you were terrified at your own response. Knowing full well that you were being vulnerable in front of him. However, you couldn’t find it in yourself to deny how you felt about him. The excitement and anxiety that filled you when you stared at the call titled ‘Miguel’. How your breath hitched upon hearing his voice after years and how your heart lifted at the thought that he remembered you.

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It was foolish to invite him to your home. It was like walking straight into the lion’s den. Your home was your safe place and where you were most vulnerable. The late nights you spent patching yourself up, the grim reaper knocking at your door. The days where you broke down in the privacy of your home. Now, the man who already makes you vulnerable is standing here in your sanctuary.

Miguel’s eyes flickered from one corner to another, trying to absorb every detail of your home. A smile tugged on his lips, the places where you spent the most time at, were the messiest. The desk at your study reflected the one in headquarters. The shelves with books about science and technology were messily stacked and squeezed onto the shelves. The only shelf which contained storybooks was neat and tidy. Although there was a layer of dust slowly settling on the top of those books. The walls were decorated with pictures of you and your friends, one single picture of you and your friends from the spider society. Next to the photos were post it notes of tasks, reminders and various sketches of new designs.

“You can stop judging the mess now.” Your voice startled him, although Miguel didn’t show it. It was at the exact moment he noticed the jacket that was around your chair. It was his. You berated yourself for leaving it out. You tightened your grip on the plate in your hands. “Happy belated birthday, Miguel.” You diverted his attention away from the chair. Miguel’s eyes watered ever so slightly, he looked away from you. You remembered and maybe, you never stopped celebrating his birthday for him. Even if he doesn’t celebrates his own birthday, you made it a special day. “I didn’t expect this.” He told you, eyes still brimming with tears. “I just had some cake lying around. And- since you’re here, you reminded me.” it was another lie. On his birthday, your fingers would hover over his contact button, contemplating if you should just wish him. Then time passed and it got harder to reach out with every passing year. Yesterday, when he had called you informing you of the anomaly in your universe, you passed a bakery on your way home. It was an impulse purchase, you told yourself that you were craving for cake. Yet another lie, you couldn’t bring yourself to eat it. When you saw it this morning in your fridge again, you contemplated and stressed over how you were going to give it to him.

If it’s meant to be, the universe will pull it’s strings.

That was the conclusion you had came to when you left the house and now he stood in your home. Miguel was sitting in your dining room. You watched worriedly when he had to bend down ever so slightly to avoid hitting his head against the doorframe.”Do you not like the cake?” You asked, watching him stare at the cake. “I do.” He replied quickly, extinguishing that thought of yours. “It’s just been a while.” He admitted. Miguel picked up the fork, “Thank you.” He thanked before frowning.

“Do you always wear your mask at home?” He asked, knowing the obvious answer. Your eyes widened, touching the mask on your face. You laughed nervously, feeling more natural when you had your mask on while talking to him. It is also the reason why you didn’t notice Miguel’s eyes watering at the cake. “I don’t” You answered, plucking at the mask nervously. Miguel raised his eyebrows at you. “I’m making you uncomfortable.” He concluded. You sighed, pulling off your mask while you tried to smooth your hair down. Miguel’s gaze on your bare face made your heart tighten, knowing that you remind him of someone else. When you had your mask on, you could be sure that he was talking to you, and not her. “I’ll put it back on,” You said. Miguel’s hand reached out to stop you.

“You’re not her.” He stated firmly. You swallowed the lump in your throat. You weren’t her, you aren’t who he loves. Miguel took a bite out of the cake in front of him, trying to sort out his thoughts. “You’re more than just a memory to me.” Miguel confessed. You looked up at him and Miguel felt a pang to his chest. The hurt swirling around in your eyes. Did he cause it? You rubbed your face with your hand, using your hand to cover the pained expression you had. Why did you care? You had left with only hatred for the man before you, hated him for seeing his soulmate in you, hated him for treating you like the alternate version of you, hated him for treating you like a replacement. However, your heart ached, yearned and longed for him the longer you spent without him. Love was something that had no logical explanation. Magical was the only phrase that could describe such a beautiful yet painful emotion perfectly. Seeing Miguel in your home felt natural, like he always belonged here with you. His jacket still hanging from your closet and your chair. The coffee brand he had once recommended you was the one you drank everyday. It was no wonder why you never truly moved on, some part of him was always with you.

“You never did let me explain myself that day.” Miguel wiped his mouth with a napkin as he finished the cake. You felt your shoulders slump at the reminder of that day. “You and her may share the same name and face, but the both of you are polar opposites.” He started. Your heart cracked at the statement, he loved someone who was the opposite of you, he felt so far from you. “She’s really polite and responsible. Hell, she gets stressed easily and hates mess.” You gripped the chair you were sitting on till your knuckles turned white. “Miguel, I really don’t want to know.” You said sorrowfully. You weren’t strong enough to hear about how infatuated he was with an alternate version of you right now. Miguel looked at you, “Bear with me.” He said. You laughed at the irony of the statement. He used to bear with your antics and sarcastic remarks, now he’s asking you to bear with him. “You are messy and arguably rude, excuse my bluntness but you know it’s true.” The ends of his lips quirked upwards. “You’re incredibly carefree, always smiling and joking no matter the situation. People laugh when they are around you. Me and her, we got along really well because we were so similar to each other, but when it comes to you, me and you are complete opposites.” You glanced around your home, you were never good at heart to heart thoughts. It wasn’t any better that he was practically telling you how different the both of you were.

“Ok, you love her and I’m nothing like her. So you don’t see her in me. You can stop there now.” You mumbled, wanting to keep your heart intact for another day. Miguel let out a sigh, “You’re shit at this.” He rubbed his forehead. You rolled your eyes at him, your previous dynamic with him coming back naturally. “I’m not coming back to the spider society Miguel.” Miguel let out another disappointed sigh. “That’s not what I’m trying to do.” He assured. Miguel looked at you and he can’t help but chuckle lightly.

“You’re such an idiot.” Your jaw dropped dramatically. “You’re an idiot.” You shot back at him childishly. “You are so shit at coding, have you seen your own code? Considering you’re from the future too. And your slow ass platform, that doesn’t make you cool. It’s just stupid after the upteenth time.” You shot insult one after another. Miguel couldn’t help the baffled look on his face as he listened to you, completely in your element. Then he finally smiled again after a long while. He got you back, you were the person he remembered and fell for again. “I guess I’ll have to spell it out for you.” He started. “Yeah, maybe you should instead of talking in riddles by telling me about an alternate version of me.”

“You’re not her and you’ll never be. Because you’re you, the person I had fallen for despite everything. And because of my foolishness, I almost lost you. I’m sorry you even thought that I took you as a replacement. You never were, you always meant to me much more than that.” Miguel confessed. Your throat turned dry, the confession too out of the blue for you to confess. Minutes ago, you were still bruying yourself in self pity, that it was unrequited love between you and him. “I mean, we always had the weird dynamic that we hated eachother. But i could never hate you. When I thought you hated me, it was like my own personal torture. Cause I’m a fool for you, and the things you do. I refused to admit it because I was also afraid that I was projecting my feelings for her onto you. I was afraid of making myself vulnerable and going through the pain again. Amidst all my fears, I had pushed you away and lost you.”

“Fuckign hell Miguel.” You cursed at him, letting the tears fall from your eyes. “You made me go through a whole rollercoaster and I’m not even a fan of rollerocasters.” Miguel panicked, not knowing what to do. “I’m sorry, its ok if you don’t feel the same way. I just had to clear things up.” He rambled nervously. You shook your head, “You’re an idiot O’Hara. I can never hate you. I have fallen for you too.” You confessed, a blush taking over your features.

The euphoria in Miguel’s heart was almost too much to bear. He looked at you, the tears he kept holding back finally falling from his eyes. After all these years, he was finally happy again. He was finally given the chance to be happy aagian. Was the good karma from being spiderman finally working in his favor. Miguel leaned over the table, gently tilting your chin up as he kissed you.

Miguel didn’t mess up this time. He hasn’t lost you and he never will.

Falling for you is indeed his canon event.

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moremaybank · 8 months

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BACK FOR YOU — r.c

day four second chance with rafe cameron

pairing rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary months after your failed long distance relationship, rafe begins to send you love letters in an attempt to win you back.

warnings one allusion to sex closer to the end, but nothing else. just a lil angst and hella fluff. oh, and some language.

author’s note hi my loves, i’d really appreciate if you read this because i haven’t written a piece like this in a very long time and i’m actually really proud of it ♡︎ thank you ily

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Dear Y/N,

Hey. I know it’s been awhile, and I know that it’s weird — writing you like this. But something happened the other day, and I wanted to tell you about it.

I was in the grocery store with Wheeze, picking up some cupcakes for her class bake sale because none of us actually know how to bake (which you know). When we got to the bakery section, I saw chocolate-covered strawberries, and I immediately thought of you. Remember how we used to go star-gazing? We’d pile the back of my pickup with pillows and those thick-ass, furry blankets from Costco, get all cozy, and you’d bring those chocolate-covered strawberries that you’d spent the day making just for me. You’d feed ‘em to me, grinning when I’d instantly chase your hand for another bite. And then afterward, you’d cuddle into me, and we’d just lay there, looking at the stars. You’d get this wondrous look in your eyes, like you’d never seen anything so beautiful. I had though. I got to look at you every day, and you beat the stars by a long shot.

Anyway, I ran into your mom at the club earlier. She told me that you were travelling, visiting every place you possibly could in Europe. Sounds like you. I bet you went to Greece first, you’ve had an obsession with it since you were fifteen. I know I always talked about taking you there. Who knows, maybe I still can.

I miss you. Did I mention that? ‘Cause I do. I miss you all the time.

Yours,

Rafe

Dear Y/N,

You didn’t answer that last letter, and that’s fine. I understand why. I never said how sorry I was for everything that happened last year, never really explained. But I will now.

I’m so sorry for how I ended things. Every day, I woke up at school, far away from you. It ached me to not wake up to you. To not see you every second of the day. To not hold your hand or see you smile as soon as you saw me.

I missed everything. The smell of your lavender shampoo. Your hands running through my hair when I was stressed. You’d always kiss the frown off my face and fix everything just by telling me you loved me. The nights you’d call me when you couldn’t sleep because you needed to hear my voice. That cute little giggle you’d do after you’d been laughing for awhile. The way you’d look at me when you told me you loved me. There wasn’t a single reminder of you that didn’t constantly play on a loop in my head, that didn’t buzz deep in my veins. But I felt such a large void in my heart without you around, and I thought that if I broke things off with you that it would go away. But in the months since then, it’s only grown. Only gotten worse. I don’t think I’ll ever survive losing you.

I hope this letter finds you well. I hope you open it, and maybe decide to write me back. No pressure, though.

Yours always,

Rafe

Dear Y/N,

I don’t know if you’re getting sick of these. I really hope you aren’t. I gotta admit, writing to you makes me feel like we’re still connected. I still think we are. At least, on my end, we are.

Life’s been really crazy, lately. Ward’s getting ready to hand Cameron Development over to me. Every day he tells me that he hopes I won’t run the damn thing into the ground while he’s gone, travelling with Rose. I honestly don’t know why he would let me run things when he obviously doesn’t have an ounce of faith in me. You always told me that his love didn’t have to be earned, and I’ve always known that you were right, but it really feels like I’ll never have it. I wish you were here. You always make things better.

Anyway, I’m on the road to Raleigh, and I can’t help but think about our crazy road trip last summer. We had no freakin’ clue where we were going, but honestly, I didn’t care. I just wanted to be with you. Your infectious laughter and your terrible singing along to All Too Well (the ten minute version, obviously) is what kept me going that entire drive. That, and when you’d shower me with kisses all over my cheek when you got bored. I loved that shit.

I’ve been missing you like hell. I’ve already said this, but I really wish you were here. You’d make all this work worth it. ‘Cause, as of right now, I don’t really know why I’m doing all this. You aren’t here, and we don’t have the family we’d always dreamed about. Hopefully that changes in the near future.

Yours (until my heart stops beating),

Rafe

Dear Y/N,

A little birdie by the name of Sarah let it slip that you’ve been keeping my letters. Truth is, I sent her to spy on you.

Okay, I didn’t. But I had you for a sec, didn’t I?

I only know you have them because I begged her for hours to tell me how you were doing, and if you talked about me. Even then, I had to bribe her by saying I’d babysit the kids for an entire weekend so her and John B could go on a couples getaway. Totally worth it.

Oh, and they threw me a party at work. Apparently I beat out Ward for some record. I don’t even remember what it’s called now. I had so much cake that I went into a sugar coma. It was red velvet, cream cheese icing. Your favourite. That’s probably why I ate so much. You’d go back for it so many times that by the time you were full, I’d be finishing all the rest.

You still haven’t written me back, but that’s alright. Do it when you’re ready. If you’re ready. Again, no pressure.

Anyway, I’m sitting here on my couch watching Gilmore Girls. Yes, I finally got around to watching it. I know you begged me to for ages and we never actually got the chance to do it, but it popped up on my ‘recommended’ the other day and I decided to give it a try. You were right. This show’s freakin’ hilarious. I swear Lorelai Gilmore is the reason you were always so witty with me. She’s so quick on her feet, it blows my mind. Also, please tell me that Rory becomes enjoyable again. I miss her Chilton days. I miss her and Jess. Does he ever come back? And please tell me that Luke and Lorelai are endgame. I mean, the horoscope!!! The man waited eight years for her. People probably thought he was crazy for doing so, but I get it. I’d wait centuries if it meant I got to end up with you.

Yours (until the end of time),

Rafe

Dear Y/N,

I’ve written you so many letters, I hope I’m not taking up too much space at your place. Hey, that rhymed. I should be a rapper. All right, I could never be a rapper. This is why I need you. You keep my delusional mind in check.

The other day, I was on the ferry, riding over to the mainland, and when we reached, I swear I almost started driving to your house. Obviously, I didn’t. I chickened out. I thought about walking up to your doorstep, watching you open the door, and even dream-you was way too beautiful for me to handle. I almost gave myself a heart attack. One day, though, I’ll work up the courage. I wanna see you so badly, it’s killing me.

Can I tell you something? I have this dream sometimes, more often than not. It takes place back when we were still in college. Instead of ending things between us, I drop everything and run to you. The journey takes all day long, but I don’t care. I make my way to you, and once I find you, I pull you into my arms and kiss the life out of you. You ask me what’s gotten into me, and I respond by saying that I never want to live without you. That being away from you is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with, and that life isn’t worth living if I’m not by your side. I get down on one knee, pull out a big ass rock from my pocket, and ask you to marry me. And you say yes. Every. Damn. Time.

The reason I’m saying all this is because I want to give you a fair warning. I’m going to make that happen someday. Sure, we aren’t in school anymore, and we aren’t even together right now, but I don’t care. We’re going to end up together. I know it, and you know it. I promise you, Y/N, I’m going to come back for you. And when I do, I’ll never leave you again. The only place I ever want to be is right by your side, in our huge house that I’m going to build for us, with our kids running around and chasing our dog. The house will smell like a bakery all the time because of your huge sweet tooth, and it’ll most likely be a mess because we won’t be able to keep up with our crazy ass kids. But we’ll be together. And we’ll stay that way until we’re all old and grey. And I might be pushing it by saying this, but I’ll still be taking you to bed every night, ‘cause I know in my heart that you’ll still be getting me all bricked up even in our nineties. Please don’t hate me for saying that.

Yours forever,

Rafe

You placed the last letter back into its envelope and added it to your large collection. Your heart warmed at Rafe’s declaration. You’d been rereading that one letter for a month now. You missed him terribly. You’d tried to write to him so many times, but each time you’d started, you just couldn’t go through with it. Your fear consumed you. You were petrified of the thought that once you opened yourself up again, Rafe would find another reason to leave you. You’d always known that it was hard for him to walk away from you, but it hurt you just the same. If not, more.

Still, this was a side of him that you’d never seen before. He’d changed in the near year since you’d broken up. You could tell from the way he wrote to you. He’d never been as vulnerable and raw as he had been in those letters. He was bearing his soul to you, something he was always unable to truly do. There was always a small part of him that was closed off, even to you. But that part seemed to have vanished.

Just as you placed the crate of letters back on your shelf, your doorbell rang. Your heart raced as you approached the door. You opened it, and there, finally, he stood.

Rafe slapped his hand to his heart. “God, I was right. Way too beautiful. Take it easy on me, would you?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you threw your arms around his neck and practically jumped into his arms. He returned your embrace quickly, squeezing you tightly and keeping you pressed to him as one hand cradled the back of your head.

After a moment, you hesitantly pulled away, your tears clouding your vision. You opened your mouth to speak, but Rafe beat you to it.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I love you. I love you so much. I—”

You cut him off. “—Shut up and kiss me, fiancé.”

“Fiancé? Yeah? You wanna marry me?”

“Of course I do. You’re still mine, right?”

“Yours,” he confirmed, punctuating it with a kiss. “Always.” Kiss. “Until my heart stops beating.” Kiss. “Until the end of time.” Kiss.

He leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he let out a content sigh. “Forever.”

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tired-biscuit · 2 years

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Hey how do you think it would be like to be roomies with naruto, kiba, shikamaru and sasuke (separate) and y/n is crushing on them hard, she is basically simping. And they are aware of it (tho y/n does not know this) and they are teasing her or are sly about it.I really love your writing please don't stop

first of all, thank you!! i'm going through a bit of a rough patch rn with anything concerning my writing, so this meant a lot.

you're very sweet. i really appreciate it!!

so, let's see.

Naruto:

it'd take him an eternity to realize that you harbour feelings for him. [i'm talking literal months of heavy blushing and stammering from your end whenever he'd do something that'd turn you flustered.]

despite being awfully oblivious, he still somehow manages to constantly invade your personal space without actually meaning to.

he turns awkward around you as soon as he finds out, though - especially if he likes you back.

bashful grins, blushing, constantly rubbing the back of his neck and fixing the collar of his t-shirt - he does it all, and he does it obviously so.

also sweats a lot and becomes profoundly tense and irked about the silliest of things, like you not wearing a bra underneath your t-shirt, even though you're doing nothing but chilling at home. you've tried to explain to him that you get uncomfortable if you wear one for longer periods of time, but he still gets oddly annoyed about it.

starts keeping his distance, especially in the evenings. the door to his bedroom ends up being shut all the way [you can even hear the lock click into place from time to time.]

he also stops his habit of barging into the bathroom whenever you're showering or washing your teeth, and instead knocks like, you know... a normal person?

overall, very jittery and constantly on edge. it's annoying as fuck.

that is, until he drinks. when he's drunk - he's the complete opposite.

he admits he likes you after he comes home from a night out with his friends. his sentences are messy and slurred and accentuated with dramatic hand gestures. he's telling you everything and nothing all at once.

“and i know i’ve been actin’ weird lately, but at the same time you’ve been actin’ hella weird, too. and i also know the reason as to why you’ve been actin' weird, ‘cause i know why i’ve been actin’ weird, and-”

he doesn't remember half of it by the morning.

but it still counts.

Kiba:

becomes an absolute menace after finding out you like him.

teases you a lot [even more than usual.]

this man can’t stop wiggling his eyebrows at you, sending you sly winks and equally as complacent smirks whenever you cast a glance in his general direction.

you think nothing of it at first, because he’s like that with everyone.

so he kicks it up a notch. until the words ‘i know you like me’ are nearly plastered on his forehead, and yet you still refuse to believe it.

part of the reason as to why, is to save yourself the embarrassment. he’d surely never let you live it down if you ever admitted how you actually felt about him.

he sees it as a game.

lives, breathes and exists for the mere sight of your red face and bashful demeanor.

walks around the apartment shirtless a lot, because one: he’s self-assured like that, and two: your ogling feeds his already humongous ego.

touches you a lot, and on purpose, too. he’s constantly ruffling your hair, pinching your cheek, poking your sides.

by this point, you’re just waiting on him to smack your ass and call you his pretty property.

nothing brings him more joy than whenever he succeeds in striking a nerve. he’s laughing when you start shouting at him to shut up; is absolutely hollering when you throw your pillow across the room at him and miss.

he casually tells you himself that he knows you’re harbouring a crush on him while you’re trying to make pancakes at 3am; that naruto had spilled it by accident with that big-ass mouth of his, and that he’s long since grown bored of playing silly games with you.

“cut the bullcrap, cutie.”

he’s snickering at the sight of absolute horror to fall upon your face, but knows when to put an end to his teasing and comfort you properly.

so you talk.

you eat the pancakes and talk some more.

and then he fucks you on the kitchen counter.

Shikamaru:

knew you liked him from the second you started glancing at him for a tad bit longer than you’d usually do.

is surprisingly chill about it, and acts like he doesn’t care, even though he does.

he cares a lot, actually.

he’s sharp enough to know it’s because he likes you back, but stupid enough to not acknowledge it properly.

and is he planning to do anything about it? hell to the no.

sharing an apartment with you is comfortable, after all. you don’t nag him and let him live his life the way he wants to, so why the fuck would he ruin that?

still, the sight of your shyness and affection makes him wonder what it’d be like to actually be with you.

he starts lingering around you more often to just enjoy your presence whenever you’re cooking or reading a book.

the silence doesn’t bother him.

he keeps inviting you to smoke with him, because ‘it’s better with company.’

uses the chance to get spoiled by you every now and then, under the pretense that he, once again, doesn’t care.

by spoiled, i mean him resting his head on your lap, quietly humming whenever you run your fingers through his hair.

he loves being lazy with you. it’s just so simple and natural.

he hates it when things are forced or rushed, and this is the exact opposite of that.

he’s high as fuck when he tells you he knows that you like him.

he says it with a little breathless chuckle. the tone is so soft and sleepy that you can’t even be nervous about it, really.

you’re both silent for a long while, just enjoying each other’s company.

he sighs.

“and, i dunno... i suppose what i wanted to say is that i like you, too.”

Sasuke:

he doesn’t know how to feel about it at first.

he starts paying closer attention to you, though. the way you dress, the way you speak, the way you behave.

silent appreciation.

though he always looks away whenever your gazes connect.

he tells himself that it’s just because he’s curious, but deep down he knows it’s a lie for whatever reason.

he doesn’t want to care, but goddamn he just can’t help himself.

secretly wonders why in the hell would a nice person like you ever fall for him.

he’s so complicated, after all.

sends you an occasional text if you’re out late, just to make sure you’re okay, but never replies after you tell him that you are.

it’s the little things with sasuke. you’ve gotta be satisfied with small affections, instead of grand gestures.

it takes him a long while to accept that he likes you back.

but goddamn, the sound of your loud laughter as you’re nearly wheezing like an idiot over the stupidest fucking meme surprisingly doesn’t annoy him.

no, instead he can’t stop himself from quirking a smile in return.

he knows it’s game over from that moment onward.

it takes him yet another aeon to make a move.

he never tells you that he knew beforehand that you liked him. that he saw the text you sent to naruto, asking about him.

he admits his feelings for you first; when you’re curled up in his bed from having a particularly bad nightmare, and his fingers are lazily stroking your spine in meek attempt of soothing you.

he pretends to be nonchalant about it.

even though he’s secretly hiding his smile against the top of your head, when you at long last tell him that you like him, too.

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Part 3 : Elpis

A/N: I know that I have been gone for very long and almost abandoned these series. But I have exams going, and yesterday's paper was one of the shittiest ones I've ever written and I was feeling super down. So I came back to finish the angst, lol.

Anyways, I think it's lowkey rushed, but I hope everyone likes it :)

Also It felt so weird writing this chapters because I kept getting new ideas and I wanted to keep writing, but I didn't want to make it tooo long, though it's still pretty lengthy.

Repeating for clarity, MC DID NOT KNOW Mammon at all. She's a complete random stranger who happened to be there.

This part is going to be pretty heavy, so please proceed with caution.

Part 3 : Elpis

(Mammon x F!MC)

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, Mammon is almost about to attempt suicide, bullying, verbal abuse, physical abuse, and mental abuse, blood, self harm, nightmares.

A LOT OF ANGST!!!

If you are sensitive to any of these, please do not read. This could be triggering.

Written in Third Person POV. Also, If there are any grammatical errors, please feel free to correct them.

Number of words : 2.5k

|| ☞ Part 1 || ☞ Part 2 || ☞ Part 4(coming end of April 2024) ||

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Simeon woke up with a gasp.

Beads of sweat lined his forehead as he desperately tried to calm his erratic breathing. It was the 6th time in a row.

He had another vision.

Simeon and Luke had temporarily returned to Celestial Realm after Luke fell seriously ill. Luke had almost recovered, but he needed a few more days to heal completely before they returned for the exchange program.

Simeon and Luke weren't aware of anything that had transpired back in Devildom in their absence, because they had left before the video was released.

But since the past few days, Simeon has been seeing terrible visions.

Visions of Mammon's death followed by utter chaos among his brothers, then a war with the human world. He vividly remembers seeing the Sorcerer's Society up in arms against the 6 brothers.

Solomon was there too, fighting against the brothers.

Simeon felt shivers when recalled how brutally Solomon ended Asmodeus's life after using their pact to his advantage. The entire war was a bloody mess with many dead, including Belphegor, Asmodeus, and Leviathan.

His visions never showed him the end of the war, so he never knew who won.

Wiping his forehead with the back of his hand Simeon decided it was time to talk to Michael. He needed to inform him about the visions and apologize for not telling sooner.

Getting out of his bed, Simeon got ready to visit Michael.

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Michael appeared perplexed when Simeon told him about his visions.

Visions were not a part of Simeon's powers. Now he was seeing a recurring vision, that too one about a war between humans and demons?

Michael sent Simeon back after reassuring him that he'd get in touch with him about this matter soon. Unsatisfied with Michael's answer Simeon reluctantly headed back to his place.

He had a sinking feeling in his stomach and he couldn't shake it off.

He cared about Solomon and the brothers, and he had grown very attached to them. These visions were like nightmares to him, and he felt helpless. He really wanted to do something to prevent all of this.

The thing that perplexed him the most was Mammon's death.

He did not know the cause of his death, he only knew that his body was found in the human realm with his heart ripped out.

Seeing his brother's body in that condition had incurred Lucifer's wrath, equivalent to what he had seen during the war before his fall.

The brothers had concluded that humans were somehow responsible for Mammon's death and bathed the human world in blood. Simeon's head hurt just thinking about it.

"Father," he prayed. "Please protect everyone."

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Barbatos and Diavolo had known.

They were aware of the tragedy that was about to occur, after all, Barbatos had already checked every timeline.

Unfortunately, all of them only had one outcome, Mammon's death.

Diavolo was devastated upon learning this. He had failed! He failed as the future King! How could he not protect his subject, his dear friend Mammon?

Barbatos himself felt a little lost, his stoic persona wavered as remembered what he what he saw. Although he never openly showed his affection for Mammon, he cared. He cared more than anyone would believe.

It was hard for either of them to digest the fact

The panic slowly started to set in.

Diavolo insisted on talking to Mammon immediately, but he was stopped by Barbatos, who informed him of how every effort made by them in other timelines had done more damage than help.

In one timeline, when they tried talking to Mammon about his mental health, he denied everything. He laughed it off and replied with a "Nobody can hurt the Great Mammon!"

In other timelines, if they punished the students for bullying him, they would isolate themselves even further from him and would call him a snitch or a baby. And if they tried to stop Asmodeus from releasing the video by going to the past, another video of Mammon would always surface.

In the end, they couldn't change the future.

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The winds picked up as Barbatos chanted mantras to invoke his most powerful magic.

Diavolo stood not far away, looking at the figure at a distance with a grave look on his face, his demon form emerging as Mammon stepped closer to the edge.

The Prince of Hell had never imagined that a day like this would ever come. The guilt in his heart was immeasurable knowing he had failed his dear subject, and he had almost been too late to realize that.

Now they had no option but to do this. Barbatos was going to freeze the time on Earth for a couple of hours until the full moon ended and then erase his memories from the past few months.

The next moon full as powerful as this one was three months away and that should give them more time to do something.

His eyes turned to Barbatos on his left as he stood in a trance-like state with his eyes closed, a dark aura emitting from him. He was almost done with the process.

"δεθιλΠγπξΨυΣἀἧΪΏ"

Barbatos began chanting louder, and his eyes slowly started opening to release his powers.

Diavolo turned his attention back to Mammon to check on him, and his eyes widened at what he saw. “Barbatos stop!” He yelled and grabbed the butler’s arm to break his concentration.

Barbatos fell on his knees, eyes opened wide and bloodshot, tears pouring out of them. "My Lord," Barbatos gasped, completely out of breath. "Why?"

Diavolo winced at Barbatos' state."Barbatos, I apologize. But we don't need to intervene anymore. He already has."

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Silver butterflies.

They were a sign of God’s presence.

Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer were the only demons who knew about those butterflies. They are usually seen when someone about to die is about to ascend to heaven OR it means that God was around.

Mammon, who was surrounded, couldn’t see the silver butterflies dancing around him.

They formed a line that was going in a particular direction. Almost like it was linking Mammon with something.

Or someone.

A human girl?

Diavolo and Barbatos watched from a distance, as the girl approached the bridge. She too was surrounded by the silver butterflies.

And she could see them.

There was awe on her face as she stared at those beautiful miracles fluttering around her. The bright full moon, the silver butterflies, and the gentle cool winds made the scene look magical.

Diavolo and Barbatos watched as the girl followed the butterflies giggling, not noticing Mammon.

Until she did. Her eyes fell on Mammon's figure, still in his human form, standing on the ledge with a painfully serene look on his face. The silver butterflies long forgotten, she ran towards Mammon with wide eyes and a panicked expression.

"No," she gasped, grabbing Mammon and pulling him down. “Please, please don’t do it.”

"What da hell?" Mammon cursed. "Who are ya?"

The human who was smiling and giggling just a few moments ago now had heavy tears flowing down her face.

"Please don't do this."

"What is it to ya?" Mammon yanked his hand out of the human's hands.

"It's not worth it, please. Don't do it," she repeated.

Mammon sighed irritatedly. "Look human, ya should go back. Ya don't know me and it's not yer place to tell me what to do."

"Please, it will hurt your loved ones--"

"I DON'T HAVE LOVED ONES." Mammon roared. "I am a scumbag, I don't deserve to live or be loved."

"That's not true!"

"What do ya know?!"

"Yes, I don't anything!! But what I do know is that nothing in this world is worth more than your life. It doesn't matter who loves whom. It's never going to be worth more than you!"

Mammon stayed silent.

"Why should you die for their sins? Why should you suffer because they aren't good people? I'm sorry you had to go through whatever you did, I'm sorry you don't think you deserve to be loved, and I'm really sorry that you find solace in the idea of dying. But please please please for the love of God, please don't do this"

Mammon wanted to scoff at the human. For the love of God? His father whom he betrayed for his wretched brother who has abandoned him now?

Karma, it's probably Karma, Mammon thinks.

He didn't want to listen to the human in front of him, after all, she was speaking the truth. He shouldn't have to suffer for his brothers.

But he was tired. Mammon didn't feel like he had enough strength to be strong another day. He had forgotten how to love himself, and without love, he knew he would shrivel.

Death was really the only option left.

Mammon realized that he shouldn't waste his time any further talking to this human. She was too nice for him and it's pretty late for a human girl to be out anyways.

"Look, I get what ya tryin' to say-"

"No," she stopped him from speaking, taking hold of his arm again. " I am not going to let you do it. You better be prepared to kill me if you want me to let go of you."

"Have ya lost yer mind?" Mammon looked at her with disbelief.

"No, I have not. But I will lose my mind because of guilt if I ignore this and let you do it."

Why? Why was this human going so far for him? Pity? Guilt?

"I will be there for you. We can be friends."

Mammon scoffed. What an arrogant human.

"Yer as stupid as ya look. Ya think I won't kill ya? And what makes ya think yer sob speech is enough to not make me jump? Ya only wanna be ma friend outta pity and I don't want any of that. Ya don't havta feel guilty or anythin. The world is not yer child an yer not responsible for it. Go home."

Mammon forced himself out of the human's grip and stood up. He looked at her, as she stared blankly at the ground.

He felt bad for being rude to her, but he had no choice. Mammon didn't like pity. After giving her one last look and climbed the edge again. He was about to switch to his demon form when a thought crossed his mind

Won't the human get terrified if she sees his demon form? What if she has nightmares?

"Give me one minute," she spoke interrupting Mammon's train of thoughts. She whipped out her phone and began typing furiously.

Is she calling for help? Will I have to deal with more annoying humans?

"Done," she declared and tossed her phone to the side of the bridge. It landed sideways and you could hear it crack.

What the--?

"Can you move a little and make some space for me? " She asked Mammon, coming over to where he was standing.

Mammon stood on a small ledge at the end of the bridge. It was the darkest corner and that's why he chose it. Although it was small, it could still hold two people.

"What are ya doing?" Mammon questioned, as the human struggled to get on the ledge.

"Joining you."

"What? Why? Human, have ya seriously lost yer mind?"

"No."

"Then what hell is yer problem ?! Why can't ya just leave me alone? Was that irritating speech of yours jus' empty words? Does the same logic not apply to ya?" "My brother committed suicide six months ago."

What--??

"I was the one who found his body. It was dark when I entered his room and his legs hit my face. He was hanging from the ceiling."

Mammon was left speechless at this sudden confession.

"I often wondered you know, why did he do it. He didn't leave a letter, a note, or even give a proper goodbye. He was my only family. I haven't moved on from his death yet. What if I had paid attention, would I have noticed that my always happy and smiling older brother was actually struggling? Did I ever notice how tired he looked or how lifeless his eyes were? If I had, maybe he would still be here."

There was a pause, as she struggled to continue.

"Maybe if I was a better sister, maybe if I wasn't such a burden, then he wouldn't have died. I feel so pathetic you know. So useless. If anything he deserved to live more than I do. He worked so many jobs to ensure we both had a roof over our heads and food on our plates. He sacrificed most of his life to make sure that my life was good, and what did I do for him? Nothing." "Hey stop. Yer not to blame for anything that happened, and ya don't havta to tell me if it's so painful--"

"No, I am telling you all of this because I want you know to that I don't have a reason to live either. I had lost my will to live the day my brother died, but I kept going because everyone told me that my brother would've wanted me to be happy. I tried, I tried so hard to be happy but I couldn't. And today when I saw you on the ledge with the same expression as my brother on the day he killed himself, I felt the world slip under my feet. If I can't stop you from killing yourself, it's going to destroy me. So why not join you? I always feared dying alone anyway."

She had successfully climbed up and now stood beside Mammon.

"If you don't mind, can I request something? Can we hold hands when we jump?"

Mammon could tell she was trembling, he could sense her fear.

Humans truly are the most annoying species in the whole universe.

"Tch, stupid human," Mammon grumbled and picked up the human in bridal style. He got down from the ledge and walked away from the corner, still holding her in his arms.

"What are you doing?"

"Shuddup, I'm taking ya to the mental hospital. Ya need some serious help."

"Do you know the address to one?"

"No, but ya will tell me. I know ya know."

"Fine, I'll tell you. But can we please stop at my place for a bit? I have to pick up a couple of things."

"Tch tch, Annoying little human."

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lee felix, the fuck did you put in the brownies?

pairing: besties!ot8 x gn!reader

contains: crack, cursing, dramatic ass besties bc they’re skz, mentions of weed (mdni).

‼️: remember this is just an scenario and humor, don’t take anything seriously!!

note: I LOVE MAKING THESE, it’s so fun KDJD. btw thank you sm for all the likes and reblogs for “comfort meal” i really appreciate it <33

you were in your room, chilling like a villain –yes, like the movie descendants, what about it– and like the cool person you are when you started to feel dizzy. kind of nauseous although you still felt… relaxed? it was a weird feeling. your head felt heavy and your stomach was growling even though you weren’t hungry, you had eaten moments ago.

you quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom, facing the mirror you took a look at your face; your eyes looked tired and droopy, which was weird since you had gotten a good sleep the night before…

this could only mean one thing, well, you could either be turning into a zombie or you were intoxicated by food –yea let’s go with the second option. your thoughts about zombies and unexplainable things like aliens and stuff are for other story.

back to your illness. you walked around your room, from the bed to the bathroom, from the vanity to the window. still thinking about what could’ve gotten you sick. you decided to go with an elimination process.

“okay… let’s see” you sat on the edge of your bed, frowning as you looked at the floor “yesterday…for dinner, cereal!” yea that couldn’t be, it was normal for you to eat that.

“this morning i had a toast? yea that can’t be” your hand went to your chin as you hummed, your eyes squinting as you tried to remember what else you ate that wasn’t usual or inside your comfort zone.

“today the guys came over… hyunjin brought wine, han brought cheesecake and felix brought brownies but- hold on” finally, good lord.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!” mhm, a gut feeling was telling you this had to do with felix.

you quickly grabbed the jacket that was in your kitchens counter and looked for your car keys in the cabinet they were usually in but oh right, you were dizzy, and yea that didn’t help at all. it only caused your head to spin more.

“fuck it, they’ll have to come” you patted your pockets looking for your phone, when you opened it you went straight to the phone app’s keypad type felix’s number.

“beep…beep…beep… hi, it’s felix! please leave your message-”

“AGH, YOU KNOW WHAT? FORGET IT, YOU STUPID ANSWERING MACHINE” okay this wasn’t that deep yet you were getting anxious. but it’s okay we have a second option again.

“i swear to god if this man doesn’t respond” you looked through your contacts and found him; ‘mf with the big ass’.

“HELLO, THIS TIME IM NOT CALLING TO ASK FOR MONEY OR YOUR WORKOUT ROUTINE. PLEASE TELL ME WHERE IS FE-”

“oh hey y/nnnnn~” oh god.

“UM, HI? ANYWAY CAN YOU PLEASE TELL FELIX TO ANSWER MY-”

“felix? oh my! you like him? wowww i always knew you did! i mean im lowkey better but- HEY GIVE IT BACK!”

“NO! WAIT HYUNG WHY ARE YOU CRYING, I JUST TOOK THE PHONE? EW IS THAT DROOL? OH, UHH HEY Y/N!” you sighed when you heard a voice that sounded normal. it was jeongin, your savior.

“LISTEN JEONGIN, JUST LISTEN. BRING WHO EVER I DONT CARE IF YOU BRING THE WHOLE WOLF GANG, JUST MAKE SURE FELIX COMES”

“ALL OF US? WE WENT EARLIER THOUGH. WAIT, OH LORD YOU TOO? DO YOU NEED WATER? DOES IT MATTER IF MINHO COM-” and you hanged up.

1h later…

not four, not five but about a hundred knocks on your apartment’s door, damn. you stood up from the couch – and yes, thankfully you didn’t feel as bad as earlier but the little dizziness was still there. “comin’!”

your jaw didn’t drop because you were too frozen when you opened the door for it to even move. seven men, standing in your home’s entrance, what could be strange about it? they’ve been there before.

oh well let’s just say that one of them was SUCKING ON HIS FINGER LIKE A LITTLE IPAD KID AT HIS GROWN AGE, HOPE IS CLEAR WHO ARE WE TALKING ABOUT. then minho had a mustache drawn on his face? is this even happening? like are you living or this is just a very high quality dream?

changbin seemed normal but he looked like a teenager being forced to be somewhere they didn’t want to be, and hyunjin was lost in his own world like always, yea those two were clean.

jeongin, oh god poor thing, was struggling to keep the furry squad quiet –he had been doing that since they jumped into the car and before you opened the door– otherwise your neighbors could’ve complained.

you decided to let them in before continuing to analyze their states. “where is he.” you sounded like some mafia boss talking to their hitman when you asked jeongin the question “where is lee motherfucking felix”

“I WANNA GO HOME!” oh yea we forgot to go over the way the rest of the literal kids looked like. seungmin was another victim, the mf looked like he always did, he just had one little problem, lets say the brownies made his voice a little… “OH MY GOD, Y/N, YOU ATE THOSE LITTLE BROWN SPONGES TOO!?” louder. he was literally yelling with his whole soul, like his life depended on it. what the fuck.

the rest were okay; minho, hyunjin, jeongin and jisu- wait “WHERE IS HAN JISUNG” you asked desperately. minho was looking at his nails like some sassy king who clearly didn’t want to be there when he spoke “yea don’t worry about him, let’s say he ate some of the brownies and was too… sleepy. yea too sleepy to come”

“that’s good. i wouldn’t be able to handle him right now, also, why do you have a mustache- you know what never mind”

you sighed in relief. now let’s go back to the main topic, lee felix.

there he was, smiling like a five year old after getting a kiss on the cheek from their crush, his cheeks were flushed and his hair was all ruffled “you, chick. couch. NOW!” you were scolding him like you were his mom LMFAO. you just had to stare at the rest for them to follow felix on his way to the living room.

we’re now presenting the sane team! (aka the ones who didn’t eat the brownies) starting with… yang jeongin, lee minho, seo changbin and hwang hyunjin!!!

and the rest (the ones currently in other galaxy) are… um chan, the puppy, freckles and jisung who didn’t even come, god, imagine if he was here.

“WHO THE FUCK MADE THE BROWNIES?!” you asked while they were sitting in the living room’s sofa.

“JUST FELIX!”

“THE FRECKLED KID MADE THEM YESTERDAY, HE WAS ALONE IN THE KITCHEN, I SAW HIM!”

“don’t know, don’t wanna know” very minho from him.

“ash, it was clearly felix hyung” jeongin was trying to act mature but you could tell he wanted to laugh at the spectacle.

“WHY ARE YALL BLAMING ME?! THIS IS SO UNFAIR!” felix threw himself on the floor as he fake-cried? actually cried? what was that mf on?

“you’re the only one that bakes.”

“…”

“moving on!” you said before being beautifully interrupted by a loud ass puppy.

“Y/N DO YOU HAVE BOARD GAMES? IF SO, LET ME KNOW WHERE THEY ARE”

“just go to my room, there must be a monopoly or something under my bed, TAKE CHAN WITH YOU!” you were happy they were going to be entertained for now. lord save chan’s ears though.

seungmin had to drag chan to your room, he pulled him by one arm while the elder’s cheek was flat against the floor, you could see the line of drool his mouth left on it as the puppy looking guy dragged him. ew.

“ALRIGHT SO, CAN SOMEBODY EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT WAS IN THOSE BROWNIES THAT GOT THESE HOES,” you pointed at chan, seungmin and yourself –even though you were in your mind now– “ACTING ALL WEIRD?”

crickets. fucking crickets bruh.

“NOBODY IS GONNA SNITCH? that’s lowkey cool, aww y’all not fake, BUT I DONT GIVE A FUCK, TALK”

“WHY ME THOUGH, LIKE OKAY I BAKED THEM BUT WHY AM I THE ONE THAT PUT SOMETHING ON THEM?” felix tried to defend himself.

hyunjin snorted “the last time you made lemon pie, FUCKING PIE BRO, i found tooth paste on my slice” this time the boys bursted out of laughter.

“SHUT UP I WANTED IT TO HAVE A FRESH TOUCH”

“MINT AND LEMON AREN’T THE SAME, MY GUY” changbin intervened and jeongin like the good maknae he is didn’t waste time on bullying his elder “my guy? what are you a frat boy?”

“SHUT UP”

“and let’s not forget about the time when i found one of jeongin’s toe nails in one of your cupcakes”

“HYUNJIN WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU.”

“sorry.”

“how do you even know it was mine…”

“UM BECAUSE I LOVE YOU?”

“THAT MAKES NO SENSE?”

“oh wow i see, if you loved me enough you could tell which toe nails are mine too! from far away even! we’re done.”

“these hoes are nasty bye” minho covered his face with one of the sofa’s cushions. the room was filled with the discussing voices of the guys and now you could see felix getting overwhelmed, oh lord what it’s coming.

“WEED!”

it’s the way the room went quiet as the word left the bakery boy’s mouth, everything stopped, is not like you’ve never seen or heard about weed cmon, but felix? felix + weed?

“HUH?”

“PFT HELP” jeongin started laughing like crazy, but when he heard how felix was quiet and seemed embarrassed he stopped. “oh shit, YOU NOT LYING?!”

“i’m so sorry i must’ve mistaken the brownies, i made two trays! and i didn’t decore them or anything so they all looked the same and i was in a rush because i wanted to bring something to share earlier…”

“i knew that it wasn’t me! they were good but lowkey had a weird taste, sorry lix”

minho was hitting hyunjin’s arm with his elbow, knowing that he can’t control his laughter in the worst moments. “don’t laugh bro, don’t laugh. if you laugh i’ll laugh” minho whispered to the boy. if hyunjin were drinking water that shit would’ve already be going out his nose. this duo man.

“I DONT WANT YOU GUYS TO THINK THAT I DID IT ON PURPOSE!” he pouted like a little kid stop it, but you remember he was yk… flying in the air “I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH I COULD NEVER HURT YOU OR ANYTHING I SWEAR”

“I KNOW I KNOW, IT WAS A MISTAKE I LOVE YOU TOO FELIX.” you sighed and there was silence but “BUT YOU CANT JUST PUT WEED IN A DESSERT BABY”

“WHERE DID YOU GET IT FROM? asking for a friend..” minho is such a mood. changbin in the other hand was covering his mouth, he really thought nobody saw his ass giggling.

“why would you even mix that together, ew” hyunjin said as he continued to draw on a napkin, artsy king 4L.

“OKAY I’LL EXPLAIN, STOP ROASTING ME, DAMN”

“i should’ve brought popcorn for this, shaking my head” changbin said and hyunjin smiled, giving him a high five.

jeongin gasped “DID YOU JUST- did you just say… s-shaking my h-head?! AS IN ‘SMH’ LIKE WHAT YOU TYPE IN TEXT? you’re so 2016, couldn’t be me”

“LET FELIX TALK, DAMN!” thank you minho, we love you.

the boy took in a deep ass breath “okay so, jade asked me if i could help her by making some, ahem special brownies because she was throwing a party and-“

“jade who?”

“oh, a friend!”

“you have friends?” MINHO WHY WOULD YOU.

“i’m so done i’m sick and TIRED and SICK AND DONE BYE IM-”

knock! knock!

“ugh, who is it now, i’ll go get it” hyunjin ran to the door before putting his hair on a ponytail “HELP, HELP ME!”

when you heard the screaming, all of you ran to the entrance to find a short silhouette, it was around 9pm now, it was dark outside, cold and lonely. what could a random person be doing by knocking on your door at that time?

the person was giving you their back, you couldn’t see their face nor their body since they were wrapped around what seemed like a blanket or a big ass sweater.

they let out a growl? bark? was this the beginning of a horror comedy?

“you didn’t tell me…” the person said, the man. still facing the other way. his voice was low and deep, not even felix’s sounded that way bro. at this point you could tell hyunjin had peed his pants and the rest were just as scared.

“didn’t tell you what, sir? what are you?” minho said, his voice sounded firm, he wasn’t risking it so he talked properly and with respect.

“you didn’t tell me, that…”

“WHAT PLEASE SPIT IT OUT. DIDN’T TELL YOU WHAT?” felix yelled at the guy while breathing heavily.

all of sudden the man turned around, dropping the blanket that was covering his body, letting you see the tray his hands were holding. the man had a chocolate-stained manic smile on his face? wait…

you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YALL WERE HAVING A SLEEP OVER! HANNIE IN THE HOUSE BABYYYY” the quokka like guy said while doing a lil dance “BY THE WAY! THIS BROWNIES ARE GOOD AS HELL, LIX”

“SHIT”

#stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #stray kids scenarios #felix x reader #lee felix #felix skz #stray kids #stray kids fluff #skz #felix imagines

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shujibabes · 8 months

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Seungcheol

“I love you.”

•contains: fluff,angst,tiny bit of swearing

•if there is any error’s, please correct me !

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“___ have you eaten yet ? I made some toast.” You heard the door closing as someone walked into your dorm room as if it was his own.

“Since when have you been so nice to me in making me something to eat ?” You smirked and opened the lunchbox being neatly made by him. “Yah, if you’re going to act like that I won’t make anything again, just appreciate my kindness for once !” His eyes wide with a pout forming on his lips as he drags on his words. You laughed it off as it was such a Choi Seungcheol of him to do.

“mhm, its not that bad.” You ate one as you taste the sweetness of the Nutella lingering on your taste buds. Seungcheol looks up at you in disbelief. “Excuse me ? Im the one who made it. Have I ever made anything bad before ?” He rolls his eyes and you gave that bombastic side eye look, remembering one hilarious memory.

“Remember that time you burnt DK’s waffle ? Yeah, I could use that.”

“And that was because he was pissing me off, he wouldn’t give me any of his grapes earlier.”

You finished the food and gestured for him to stay quiet. “Shhh, remember this is a girls dorm area. Men should shush.” You walked towards him with your finger in the air, he grinned and lifted a brow. “So bossy.” He claimed and you hit his chest making him flinch. “I’ve never seen a man with a sassier attitude then yourself.” You then walk passed him as he let out a breathy laugh.

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“You know that party coming up soon ?” Seungcheol asked you and you frowned. What party ? “huh ?” He looks at you and gave you a face of disappointment. “The one that Mingyu’s setting up, its just a college party and everyone is invited.” He danced a little and looks up at you. “You’re just excited to get free drinks.” You pointed and made yourself comfortable on the cafe seat within campus, Seungcheol sits in-front of you. “Thats one but Im excited cause there’s going to be a ton of games, exclusive prizes to win !” He adds on, then goes closer to you and whispers taking you aback. “Mingyu is rich as hell.”

“You never change do you ?” You say as you shook your head while letting out a giggle. “Well, you can say that. You’ve known me like ..? Forever.” “Elementary. Cheol.” You rolled your eyes giving a smile. Now he is staring at you, observing the way you took out your hair tie to clip your hair back, your outfit being so you, with that autumn aesthetic you love so much. He was starting to notice the things even you don’t. He wondered why though.

“Do you want anything ?” “An Americano is fine.” He smiled at you and as you stood up you pinched his nose, shocking him. He knew you always do that out of satisfaction cause he would always whine in pain but today he was flustered. All he could give was a light smile and look down at his hands. You obviously having no clue about this.

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“Cheol, Can I tell you something ?” You sipped on your coffee. After hours of doing your assignment and him taking naps here and there. You finally decided to tell him in the end of the day. “Yeah, sure ?” He looks up and ruffled his hair while placing his elbows on his knees to listen more, fingers clasp together. You felt weird with that action, your heart started to beat a little bit faster but it’s probably just because he’s grown a-lot now, he isn’t the little Scoups anymore.

“I might have been seeing someone.”

Thats when he felt his heart dropped, his eyes widened and palm started to sweat. “h-huh..?” He let out a little word. “I guess it’s sudden isn’t it ? You remember that guy in English class ? Well—.” “You mean Joshua.” “Yeah.”

Awkward silence.

You observed his face, he looked a bit angry but that was probably the protective brother mode on him. “I’ve been talking with him for 2 weeks and we decided to start dating..” That’s when Seungcheol put his hands up for you to stop talking.

“Say that again. Two weeks ?”

“Yeah.”

“___ do you even know him that well, who gets with someone in two weeks .?”

Thats when your blood started to boil. Is he judging ? “Excuse me.” Seungcheol saw the way your eyes change with a crack in your voice. He softened a little and tried to remain calm. “___ , Im sorry, but are you really ready for this commitments. I don’t know about relationships so I can’t give you advices.” He says and sat back. “Its okay.. I can figure it out myself. He actually taking me out tomorrow.”

You felt relieved telling him but in the same time there was a part of you that did not want to tell him and you don’t even know the reason why.

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That night Seungcheol couldn’t help but thought about what you said earlier. You found someone? You’re already dating ? You did this behind his back for two weeks ? He tried recalling what you and him did within those weeks and couldn’t help but feel betrayed. The thing is, why he is he feeling the way he is ? The urge for him to tell you to break up with Joshua on the spot.

Yet, he couldn’t even blame you. Everyone wanted to be or be with Joshua, he was the definition of a perfect man with a great ongoing academic following his love for sports. He was someone every guy in campus wanted to be, all the girls wanted to have a taste of being with him and yet, here he is with ___ the girl who’s been with him for a long time.

His heart started to ache and thats when tears came our from his eyes. He knew what he was feeling but all this time he never wanted to admit it cause it was plain stupid to do, and he remembered the words your granny used to say to the both of you.

“Either one of you guys will fall first. There’s no way for the opposite gender to be best friends.”

Both of you have been proving that for a long time, not until he started to get protective, started to flutter with the way you smile, started to look at your lips a little longer, started to get electric during every touch. Started to care for you as a man.

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“Well, you look..”

Seungcheol couldn’t help but stay utterly speechless. You’ve never worn something like this before. A pink floral dress with a white cardigan, your hair being braided and your makeup looking extra beautiful with the glitter. “Look..” You say wanting him to continue, you didn’t know if you’re trying to hard to look good, it is your first date. “Beautiful.” He whispered and you blushed. “Im glad then..” Seungcheol looked at you and walked up, you backef away a little but felt warm when he put a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re perfect, you know that right ..?”

What is he doing ? This feel’s a little weird but in the same time you craved the closeness of him. Realising now, he was way taller and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating. He fixed the collar of his shirt out of no where and that made him stiff, he couldn’t move but stare down at you. The urge to do the things he’s been holding back was going to make a move on him.

“___…” He utters your name and leans down, you felt his breath hitting your cheeks that sent you goosebumps, you wanted to back away but you can’t. “I really..” he was about to say but then someone knocked your dorm room. You flinched back and brushed yourself, acting as if there wasn’t any tension between you both earlier. Rushing towards the door, you saw your date.

“Oh wow. You are stunning !” Joshua smiles brightly and gave a kiss on your cheek. You felt flustered but in the same time awkward since Seungcheol was behind you both. Joshua notices a tall figure behind you and looks at you, “Oh, You know Seungcheol right ? He just stopped by to give me some food.” You say quickly and Joshua remember that you did say you had a bestfriend, well.. that was a boy. “Ah, I see. Hello man.” Joshua smiled and waved.

Seungcheol only gave a nod. Thats when you looked back at him and saw the way his face turned nonchalant, no emotion at all. He probably would forget the things that happened, blame it on the hormones. “Cheol, make sure to lock the door okay ?” “Alright.” He says eyes not looking at you.

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“So tell me more about your relationship with Seungcheol..”

You felt your breath hitched and smiled and Joshua, you were both eating in an italian restaurant. “I’ve known him since elementary.” You say and he nods. “Its quiet surprising that you manage to be friends with him for a long time without falling inlove.” He says. “I guess.” It was a beautiful day with Joshua so far, you enjoyed a lot of things together but you have to admit it wasn’t the same feeling you had with Seungcheol.

You had to stop thinking about him.

“You know ___ I really like you..” Joshua smiled and wiped sauce off your lips. “Was there sauce on my lips ?” You wiped with a tissue buy then he laugs. “I already wiped it for you.” “Ah..”

“Can I ask something ?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Come with me to Mingyu’s party ? We can announce that we’re officially together there.” He blinks and smiles like a deer. “I mean sure !” You say quickly and he giggles. “You’re cute” You felt happy with the compliment but theres another feeling that you felt , you can’t quiet put a finger on it.

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“So, how was your date ?.” You were met with Seungcheol still in your dorm room, watching playing his phone, not even bothering to glance up at you. “Why are you still here..?” You tried to play it off but oh gosh, the voice gave it all away. “I was just excited and curious on what happened on your date.” He looks down towards your hands. “Roses? But don’t you like Tulips ?” He stood up and you walked pass him.

“Look, I don’t know why you’re acting like a child.” “Don’t you say I always act like one though ?.” You sigh and sat down. “Cheol, you can leave now, we don’t want other girls to know you’ve been in my dorm room for that long, they’d think otherwise.” All you wanted was for him to get out of this room. He looked at you aimlessly and laughed.

“Whats so funny.?” Once again, your blood began to boil. “Tell me, did you enjoy it ? The date ?.” You looked at him suspiciously , he has never acted like this towards you before, sounding so controlling and demanding. “I did.” You replied giving him an answer. He nods and gave a sarcastic smile.

“Okay. I’ll leave.” He says and gets up, walking his way out the door. You couldn’t help but feel your heart drop. “Wait.” You say and he turned back towards you. “what?” You were shocked you did that, wait for what ? Why are you saying “wait” what do you want from him exactly. “nothing..” He nods but his facial expression was hurt, walking out the door.

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She thought about what happened, why is everything getting out of hand ? All she did was have a boyfriend and why is he , Seungcheol. Acting like this ? But thinking about it, why are you thinking about him again. Again and again. Even when youre out with someone else. “I thought he would be happy for me ?.” You say to yourself, then you thought about it deeply. Are you confused right now ?

You miss him

You miss the way he would be cheerful, the way he smiles with his aegyo sals apparent. The way he hugs you or pulls a bit of your hair just to get attention. All this time, you thought it was a brotherly thing to do. Yet, remembering the way his breath on your cheek making you shiver. You felt so confused at this moment.

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Both of you haven’t texted, yet communicated.

You found yourself next to Joshua within the crowds of people. His hands on your waist and you both sway to the music. “You okay love ?” He asked and you nodded, taking a sip from your cup.

You wondered, what happened ? Seungcheol never texted back. You did not see any media updates. Yet, you saw him on campus but with his other guy friends. You were only with Joshua and some couple of friends. It was not the same as you were with Seungcheol.

Then you remembered he was the one to tell you he was going to Mingyu’s party too. You missed that excitement.

And from the corner of your eyes is when you finally saw him again. Outside of campus, he was wearing a blacktee and a dark blue denim jacket, hair slicked back with an eyebrow piercing which most probably is fake. He was already looking at you from afar while taking a big chug from his drink.

You were flustered at the stare and it wasn’t like how you both used too. You both were now adults, adults that can develop feelings. What kind of feelings has he gotten though ? You frowned when you saw a girl put a hand on his chest and him looking down at her with a smile. You couldn’t help but feel jealousy in you and started clinging on Joshua even more. What are you doing now ___ ? Trying to take Seungcheol’s attention.?

He realised that and held the woman’s waste as she offered him her cup. He took a sip, yes. He is playing with fire right now, he knew by the looks of your face, you were jealous. You were a type, he loved that type. He slightly pushed the woman away when he saw you started touching Joshua’s face and thats when he lost it. Holding in his anger, he went upstairs.

As you saw his face, you saw him go up. You somehow felt guilty doing this to him. “Joshua, Let me go to the toilet. You know where is it ?” You say trying to cover up. What in the world are you doing now ? Chasing your ex-guy bestfriend ? “Its upstairs baby, want me to company you—.” “Its okay. Ill go myself.” You say and left Joshua’s embrace, he was dumbfounded but let you go.

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You traveled upstairs, this house was big. You then heard a bang in one of the opened door. Opening it, you saw him. “Seungcheol?” Your warm voice caught his attention, there he was frustrated, hair messy from probably ruffling it. “___” he says your name while not looking at you. “What are you doing !” You rushed to him seeing his hands bleed. “You punched the wall !” “Why would you care ? Go back to your boyfriend, have fun.” He retreated his arms from your hands. “Stop it.”

“Stop what ?.” He raised his voice and you stepped back. “Can’t you open your eyes ? Can’t you see ?” Tears coming out of his eyes and this was the first time you saw him so vulnerable, you saw the child in him came back out. “You broke my heart and didn’t even realise it.” “What do you mean I broke your heart ! What did I do !” “For fuck sakes ___” “Tell me then ! You fucking coward !” You yelled back and thats when tears spilled.

He was quiet. Quiet.

“This is what happens. You leave me confused. You don’t talk about how you feel !” You yelled and pushed him away. “I will leave you, for long.” You wiped your tears and turned to leave. Thats when you were about to open the door, you were pulled back within his arms.

“I love you.” He buried his face within the exposed skin of your shoulder.

“Im sorry, I broke the promise. I fell for you first. I have fallen in love with you.” He sniffled and hugged you tighter. He could feel him tremble and you lost it, covering your mouth to stop your sniffles.

“I have loved you for so long, so long, I didn’t realise these feelings. That is why im so clingy and attached. I longed to see you every day, minute and second. It broke me to pieces and made me realise that I loved you when I saw you in the arms of another.” He confessed.

“I want you all to myself, I want my future with you. I want you and every woman I see, I see you. You’re my woman.”

“Im sorry.” He repeated and thats when you turned around, wiping his tears. “You idiot, your face eyebrow piercing is gone.” You smiled and he chuckled. “I just wanted to look cool.” You stare for long, you realised, the one you want is in-front you all this time. “I love you too.” You finally confessed.

Thats when his world came up, the wedding bells rang in his ears. He couldn’t help but seal this with a kiss, a long kiss he’s been imagining for so long. The comfort of your lips with his makes his heart at ease. “What is this.?”

Both of you heard a voice from the door.

Joshua..

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Hello everyone ! Sooo, here is my Seungcheol oneshot and I knoww there is a cliff hanger but if i continue to write it , it would have ongoing parts and would be too

long to write 😭 so I decided to put a cliffhanger, maybe I might finish this off in the future is there is any request !

Oh yaa, I am opened to request, so you can leave me a message !

1/3 is done, my next story is probably going to be on Joshua

after this 💗 If you enjoyed this,

Do let me know ! To give me motivation of course

#fanfic #svt fanfic #seventeen #svt scoups #svt seungcheol #svt joshua #svt ff #svt imagines #scoups #seungcheol scenarios #seungcheol x reader #choi seungcheol #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol x you #seventeen seungcheol

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theshmeepking · 3 months

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Follow-up question! How did Jigen cope with his decision to leave Aiko behind?

putting this under the cut because WOW this got a LOT longer than i thought it would

the same way he copes with everything else /hj

but frfr, in a way, he didn't? or at least, not the first time.

i didn't really cover any of this in The Aible since it was more jigen's story than aiko's, but basically the headcanon is: jigen initially takes up stealing so he and his sister can survive; he's just a kid and it's not like their dad's doing a good job taking care of them, so he's just doing the best he can with such limited options. it starts small, gradually building up to bigger and better things, and once his dad takes notice of his skill, he exploits the hell out of it.

before long he more or less becomes his dad's little unwilling partner in crime, and though he doesn't like it, it does lead to his dad developing a weird sort of respect for him, and life gets a little bit easier for both him and aiko as a result.

then his dad gets into debt with the mob and asks him for help selling off his sister in order to pay it back.

he shot him and ran without hesitation.

problem is, dear old dad was pretty well regarded in the underworld, and by killing him jigen had basically put a big red flashing target on his back. if he went back to aiko, someone would surely go after her sooner or later in order to get to him. he hated the idea of leaving her all alone, but it was better than the alternative. so he layed low for a while, playing with the cards he had been dealt. he stuck with what he was good at, not caring if he was just digging his own grave at that point. there wasn't anything else left for him to do and he'd much rather ruin his own life than his sister's.

he had already dabbled in alcohol and tobacco before, but he especially doubled down on it after that. drugs, booze, sex; he drowned himself in whatever vices he could get his hands on just to get his mind off of home. after a while that became his new normal.

over the years he garnered quite the reputation for his skills as a hired gun. problem was that most people interpreted "hired gun" as just "hitman" and little else. truthfully he didn't mind all that much--he was so detached from everyone and everything around him that he never paid any real mind to what he was doing anymore--but after a while it just got monotonous. boring.

then a certain monkey-faced thief shows up and starts causing a lot of problems for a lot of people.

some guy wanted him dead, and the first time jigen got asked to kill him, to his surprise, he couldn't. and not due to lack of trying, mind you. it was the first time since he could remember that he'd emptied the chamber of his magnum on a hit. and he liked it.

more and more people wanted that bastard dead, and each and every one of them wanted jigen to kill him at some point or another. and each and every time, he just couldn't do it. it was the most invigorated he had felt in years. it almost became a game between them, and he couldn't get enough of it.

then someone brings his little sister into it. needless to say that was his last job as a hitman.

lupin immediately noticed that his sparring partner was acting strange, and as soon as he found out why, he quickly devised a plan to help him. he claimed it was just because he couldn't stand to see anyone mistreating such a cute girl, and there was certainly some truth to that, but it was more because he had actually come to like the guy. it was the first time the two of them had ever worked together, and they made a surprisingly good team. everything went off without a hitch.

jigen, meanwhile, wasn't really sure how to feel. obviously he was happy his sister was safe, and it felt good to see her again, but at the same time, there was no denying that things were tense at first. they had both gone through hell, and it was wearing on both of them. the sudden realization that she had grown up without him didn't help, either.

still, the whole situation put things into perspective. he had given up everything thinking it would keep her safe, and in one fell swoop it all blew up in his face. on the one hand, he was relieved to find he didn't have to completely cut himself off from her anymore. on the other, it only meant that she was still in danger either way.

he couldn't stay, that would only make her more likely to be targeted again. but if he left, she wouldn't have anyone to protect her, either. he didn't want to drag her into his mess any more than he already had, but he didn't want to completely abandon her, either. no matter how much she begged him to stay, no matter how much he wanted to stay, they both knew it just wasn't feasible.

so, they reached a compromise. he still keeps his distance, but they still keep in touch. he visits every once in a while, makes sure everything is alright, wash, rinse, repeat. it works for him, but now he's faced with a new problem: what does he do now? like hell he's going back to taking hits after what just happened, but what else is a newly ex-hitman to do, anyway?

fortunately for him it's not long until lupin tracks him down, and this time he's got an offer. a job he needs a second person for, and one with good aim at that. and while he probably shouldn't accept job offers from people he's tried to kill before, it's not like jigen has anything better to do. plus he did help him rescue ai. he owes him one anyway.

it starts with one job. then another. then it becomes a regular thing. then they start calling themselves "partners". they start living together, lupin gets a girlfriend, they befriend a samurai, you already know how this goes.

for the first time in his life, he doesn't hate himself. he has people who care about him, who make him happy consistently. and he wouldn't trade any of it for the world.

tl;dr: self-destructive tendencies and eventually an actual support system

#lupin iii #lupin the third #lupin the 3rd #jigen #certified shmeepy original #daisuke jigen #jigen daisuke #ocs #aiko!#lupin the third headcanons #lupin iii headcanons #lupin #arsene lupin iii #sorry for basically giving you my interpretation of jigen's entire life story but i couldn't not okay #there's CONTEXT to this thing. LAYERS.#also yes i rewrote some of it because my friend wrote an aiko fic so good i implemented part of it into my own :3

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irisinthemoon · 1 year

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Until I Found You, Pt. 5

[Pt. 1], [Pt. 2], [Pt. 3], [Pt. 4], [Pt. 5], [Pt. 6]

Warning: F!reader, little but of angst, mentions of Rollo's brother, will have a scene from the movie 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame' but at the very beginning, nothing to detailed. long shopping trips, fluff

Characters: Rollo, Eliott (Oc), Jules (Oc), characters from 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame', one or two random Oc's

Summery: With only a day left for the week long festival to begin, you go help Rollo with a few last minutes preparation along with buying outfits for the closing ball. However, a weird vision leaves you perplex and worried.

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Where were you? One moment you had been chatting with Rollo as you helped him plant a few purple flowers in preparation for the Masquerade. The next, you found your mind drifting into a hazy enclosure, bringing you here, standing in what seemed to be the City of Flowers but older. You could see the Bell of Salvation in all its glory, even the familiar path you took with Rollo to go into the city was there.

Frowning, you tried to move your body, but it remained stuck in the same place. You couldn’t even speak or call out to anyone. Suddenly, the image of the city shifted to the inside of the Bell Tower, where you and Rollo ate breakfast every day.

To your surprise, this time, someone was there in contrast to when you first appeared into the gray and white City of Flowers. It was a young man, he had a hunched back and it was clear he looked different from other people you have met. He was wearing a tunic of sorts, hair cut in a way that covered his face with his bangs. He was gazing at the city below, a whimsical smile on his face.

You smiled at that, it was nice seeing others appreciate the city you have grown to love.

But just as quick the smile went away when a man, older from what you could tell, walked into the room. His face was contorted in a permanent scowl, as if he had taken a bite out of a lemon and the taste never left. Immediately you felt something off about him.

“Remember what I taught you, Quasimodo. You are deformed.”

“I am deformed.”

“And you are ugly”

“And I am ugly.”

Anger formed in your chest, the way this man was talking to the other boy, Quasimodo was just horrible. But no one deserved to be treated this way, especially for things that they had no control over. Everyone was different in their own ways, but that didn’t make them worth any less then others.

Once again you tried to speak, but your mouth would not do so, even your body remained motionless. You could only watch helplessly as Quasimodo was berated. Just as the older guy finished, the black and white images in front of you once again became hazy. A wave of dizziness took over your body, causing you to stagger forward and into a pit of darkness.

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“{name]...[name]....[name!]”

Snapping your eyes open, you gasp in surprise. The colorful flowers and banners greeted your sights instead of the gray and blacks from before. Just beyond, you could see the Bell Tower, no sight of Quasimodo. The familiar cool hands you have come to welcome pull you out of your thoughts.

Green invades your vision, worried eyes stare at you for a moment, the flowers that Rollo had been planting momentarily forgotten. “[Name], are you alright? You were staring into empty space for a while.” He asked, holding your shoulders in a gentle grip. Swallowing the lump on your throat, you nod meekly.

“Y-Yeah, just thinking about something…” You trailed off, not knowing what else to say. Rollo frowns, worry begins showing into his face more clearly. He places the palm of his hand to your forehead, “You don’t feel warm, can you stand up?” You nodded, and with his help rose to your feet. “Let’s go inside and take a break, I can always send someone else to take care of this.”

It wasn’t heat that affected you, this you knew because you weren’t even wearing the school’s uniform. Because of the warm day, you decided to just wear the gym’s uniform much like Rollo was doing now. The gym uniform allowed you to keep cool and not overheat.

“I’m fine Rollo, really, just a little disoriented. It’s been a while since I came outside properly.” You try to give him one of your usual smiles, but you can tell it isn’t working. He still looks worried, something in your chest flips. “I’ve been cooped up in my room for almost the entire week trying to finish off Prince Malleus’s costume, just this morning I managed to finish his hat.”

“You should have told me if it was going to take you this long to finish, I would have sent over people to help you.” You shake your head, “It’s fine! I volunteer for the job anyways! Plus, the important thing is that I finished it on time.” Pulling his purple handkerchief out of his black pant pockets, Rollo covers the lower part of his face.

“You should not put your health at risk for someone like Draconia,” Then, he takes a piece of your hair and fiddles with it. “Take care of yourself, I know I have told you this more than once but please be careful, things here aren't the same as they were in your old world.” Placing the piece of hair behind your ear, he sighs.

You pressed your lips together, should you tell him what you saw? You wanted to but, you also weren’t sure how he would react to it. Heck, you didn’t even know what it was or what it meant. For all you knew, it could be just your tired mind playing tricks on you. Taking hold of his hand before he fully pull away, you grasp it into both your hands and really give him a genuine smile.

“I’m fine Rollo, really. I just needed to catch fresh air and as I mentioned, I was just thinking about the festivities and let my mind drift away.” Giving a gentle squeeze, you let go and crouched down to pick up the flowers you were planting earlier. Rollo stays quiet, a light blush on his cheeks which you right off as the heat of the sun has its effects on him.

“C’mon, let's finish planting these flowers so we can spend the rest of our Sunday choosing a costume for the Masquerade ball. I wanna be able to hang out with Jules, Eliott, and you.” Digging a fresh hole for the flowers, you hum in delight. You hear how Rollo sighs but follows your steps.

The vision you saw nagging at the back of your mind.

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Frowning, you sigh and shake your head. No, that one didn’t fit at all. Placing the dress back you keep browsing the gown section. Rollo was a few feet away with Jules as both of them looked at different Masquerade outfits. Eliott was with you, he had already selected his outfit and was currently helping you choose a dress.

After the two of you finished planting the flowers, you insisted on taking a quick shower in order to go to the city’s boutique with Jules and Eliott to pick a costume for the ball. Now the four of you found yourselves here, spending the rest of your Sunday evening before being flooded with duties tomorrow with the welcoming ceremony and performances.

Tomorrow was the start of the one week celebration that ended with a Masquerade Ball to end it. You were a little nervous, after all, this was your first Masquerade, not just here at NBC but in your entire life. You may be the daughter of famous people, but they hardly let you go out anywhere.

And even if you could, you had no friends to go with.

“So, enjoyed your little date with Mr. President?” Startled, you turn to glare at Eliott who had a shit eating smirk. “Fuck! Don’t sneak on me like that!”

“Language.” Rollo’s warning voice is directed to the two of you, his eyes looking at the two costumes Jules is holding. You don’t need him looking towards your direction to know he is directing that more towards you. You chuckle nervously and nod, even if he didn’t see it, and turn back to Eliott.

“We didn’t have a date. I saw him planting flowers by himself and decided to be a good student and friend by helping him.” You stated, crossing your arms over your chest. Eliott continued to smirk, clearly not believing you.

“Sure, whatever you say Mrs. Flamm.”

You hit him with one of the hand fans nearby. Face full-blown red, you casted a look over your shoulder to ensure that Rollo and Jules were facing the other direction before hitting Eliott again, this time harder. “Shut it! I don’t need him to hear that!”

“Aw, c’mon [name]! It’s so clear you both like each other!”

“Just because I like him doesn't mean he shares those feelings!”

Rollo saw you as a friend, you were sure of it. He was open about his emotions to not only you but to also Jules and Eliott. You were no special exception, plus, from what Jules told you; Rollo didn’t have any other friends other than the two of them before coming here. You had been added into his circle because he was helping you in your stay in Twisted Wonderland.

It had not been intentional to fall for him. At the beginning you saw him as a good classmate, someone who was responsible and was willing to help you despite not knowing who you were. Then you started to see him as a friend, someone you could count in despite him being busy with his own stuff. He always lended a helping hand and never asked for anything in return.

You didn’t know when you started to think of him as more than a friend. You had no clue when admiring his skills turned into admiring him in general. Or how you would wait for him to walk to class, eat together, even borrowing his sweaters and shirts.

Eliott groaned, “Great Seven, you have that lovey dovey look on your face.” He pokes your cheek, “You only get that look on your face when talking or thinking of Rollo.” Swatting his hand away, you sigh and go back to the dresses. A minute goes by and you believe Eliott has dropped the subject as he is typing on his phone.

“Alright that's it!” Grabbing your arm, the peach haired color boy pulls you towards a section farther from the one Rollo and Jules were in. “W-What are you doing?!” From the corner of your eyes, you could see Jules do the same thing Eliot was doing, Rollo looking like a startled cat. “I am going to help you with that sad love life of yours! Starting with finding a dress that will leave Rollo’s jaw on the ground!”

“What?!”

And you were whisked away with no say in the situation at all.

The next two hours or two were spent with Eliott throwing dresses your way, approving of some and disapproving of others. A worker even had to come and help you at a certain point with all the dresses Eliott had chosen. Your feet were sore from standing up, and you were hungry. You had once wished to know the feeling of going on a shopping spree with a friend, now you are not so sure if you wanted to do it again.

Pinching your nose bridge, with your index finger and thumb, you let out an irritated huff. “Hold still, I need to check if this color goes well with your skin tone.” Eliott placed a dress next to your body, humming while deep in thought. “Sometimes I forget that you were a former member of the Fashion club.” You said tiredly. He gives you a grin, “Former president of the club dear.”

“Yeah, yeah…are we almost done?”

“Nope.”

You groaned. Your fingers itched to grab your phone and call Rollo for help. Surely, he has noticed your lack of absence by now. Glancing towards the right corner of the boutique, your gaze landed on a purple dress close to the window display. Eliott had gone to return the blue dress he had pulled from the nearby rack. “Excuse me, can you bring me that dress over there?”

The worker looked to the direction you were pointing and nodded with an excited smile. “My, what an excellent choice you made! I will go fetch it for you in a moment dear!” The worker, a lady who seemed to be in her late twenties, walked with a hop to her step towards the dress. Something about the dress called to you, maybe it was the purple skirt or the corset.

“Here you go, miss!” By the time the lady had come back, Eliott had returned, in his hands he had another dress that he immediately discarded in one of the nearby racks and gently took the dress the lady had gotten for you. “This one! Oh, this is the one!” Without a moment's notice, he shoved you into one of the changing rooms with the dress.

With a huff, you sigh and roll your eyes before looking at the gown in your hands. The fabric was silky and very beautiful. The purple wasn’t too bright or too dull, it was just perfect. Once more, you took off your clothes and began slipping into the dress. You gasp in how easy it was to put it on, the material taking the shape of your body.

For one, the dress didn’t feel rough or itchy.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you could only stare in amazement. The dress really fit you, it made you look different. “Do you need help zipping the dress dear?” The lady asked from outside the changing room. Looking away, you call back. “Yes please!” In fluid motions, the lady enters and gives you another smile.

Closing the curtain behind her, she tells you to turn around and pulls up the zipper. “There! And look at you!” Once more, you gaze into the mirror and can’t believe that the person standing in front of it is you. “Let’s go show it to your friend.” She pulls you along, albeit a lot gentler than Eliott.

“Wow…” Is the first thing Eliott says, his eyes wide in shock. You glance away, feeling flustered with all the staring. Fiddling with the dresses’ sleeves, you do a mini twirl. “So, does this fit your fancy?” You ask jokingly. Eliott nods, a big and bright smile on his lips. “This one is the one!” Taking you by the hand, he twirls you again.

You giggle, content that your friend managed to find a dress for you. Even though you would have been fine with any dress. “Alright, we will be taking this dress ma’am!” Eliott says to the lady. “Very well, when you are ready, take it to the front then.” And with that, she takes her leave with a content smile. “Does this mean we are done?” You asked hopefully.

Eliott grins, “Nope! We still need to buy other accessories and shoes!”

You let out a defeated groan.

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“This is the first and last time I ever go shopping with Eliott…” You grumbled, biting into the tender chicken. Rollo sighs tiredly, the cup of coffee he had ordered halfway done. After another hour of looking for shoes, jewelry, and a mask to go with the dress, the four of you were done for the day. “You were the one who wanted to bring them.”

“Yeah, well I thought it would have been a fun shopping trip. Not us turning into mannequins.” Leaning back onto the chair of the booth, you stretch your tired and sore legs. Great seven, the amount of high heels you had to try on before setting on a silver pair had you crying on the inside.

“And to top it off, Jules and Eliott ran off with our outfits!” You continued to rant. Your two so called friends had made sure to pay for the costumes at different times so you wouldn’t see what the other chose. Then after they were all in the boxes, they ran off spouting some bullshit about doing a last minute errand. “When I see that peach-haired bastard I will kick his ass until next week.”

Rollo chuckles weakly, and wow, he must be running low on energy if he didn’t even reprimand you because of your language. Not that you blamed him, after a long day of shopping, the both of you decided to stop at Rollo’s favorite restaurant and eat before going back on campus. The food was your reward for such a long and exhausting day. Finishing the rest of your food in silence, you let your mind wonder about the activities planned tomorrow.

“You will be welcoming the people from NRC and RSA tomorrow right?” You asked, Rollo nods, a new cup of coffee in his hands. “Yes, Jules and Eliott will be accompanying me.” That means that you wouldn’t be able to have your usual routine of breakfast and morning walk. “Guess we won’t be able to see each other until the afternoon.” Maybe it had been your tiredness or just the excitement running through your body that gave you the courage to lay your head on his shoulder.

Rollo stiffened, but relaxed after a few seconds. Hesitantly, he held your hand, his cup of coffee on the table. “Hey…can I join you guys in showing the guests around?” Rollo hums, “Don’t you have to perform the welcome and opening ceremony?”

“Well, yeah, but I mean after I do that. I won’t have anything to do after the performance and I don’t feel like going to the food stands or playing the local games without you or the other guys.” Pressing your cheek against his shoulder, you take a peek at him. “Plus, I wanna meet Yuu and Grim.”

Placing his hand on top of your head, he gives you a gentle pat. “Very well, once you finish with the welcome and opening ceremony we will wait for you at the entrance of the battle arena.”

“Why would you wait for me there?”

His lips quirk up just a bit, “Because the first place I will take the guests is to the battle arena to see the performances.” You let his words sink in, your tired mind slowly processing the information he was giving you. “Ah! Right! The whole point of calling it a welcome ceremony is because we are trying to make them feel welcome and the opening ceremony is to officially begin the week-long celebration.” Dear lord, you must be tired as hell if you managed to forget that small yet important piece of information. Grumbling under your breath, you leaned in further into Rollo.

The third year boy stayed still, his green eyes on your figure. Fondness in his eyes as he watched your eyelids flutter shut, the activities of today taking their toll on you. Pulling you close to him, he gazes out of the window of the booth you sat in. Tomorrow would be Monday, the official start of the week-long celebration of the Masquerade.

Meaning that Malleus Draconia will be there.

At this, he frowns. He would have preferred it if you wouldn’t join him on touring the City Of Flowers to the guests. Just the thought of Draconia being near you along with those hooligans from NRC and RSA made him shiver in disgust. When it came to magic, he didn’t like it when it was near you.

But he wouldn’t prevent you from wanting to learn more about it. Rollo isn’t the type of person that oppressed others just because he didn’t like something. Looking back to your sleeping face, he felt a pinch of guilt. He knew that what he was about to do on the day of the ball would hurt you. Not physically, but you would feel betrayed. And while that also hurt him, he just couldn’t let it go.

The image of his brother, crying for help as he reached out towards him was engraved into his memory. During dark nights, he would stay awake, not being able to sleep without his face appearing in his dreams. He had vowed to get justice for what happened to him, starting by eradicating the very thing that killed him.

Something that could also kill you.

He will do what he has to do in order to protect you, even if it means hurting the city he has grown to love. And maybe you will hate him, resent him for his actions, but that was fine. As long as you lived in a safe world, then everything was fine.

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