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Obsessive!Choso♡ pt 11

pt 10 here

Content: direct cont of last chap, reader wears heels, implied reader has boobies O-O, soooo much hand holding it should be considered lewd, 2 pics to help see what I picture (underlined text), date hehe, reader wouldn't mind if Choso kidnapped them 0-0, they play battle ship, jokingly implied Choso is an escort(?), reader is kinda mean, reassurance, idk just my usual bs??? just reader nd Choso being cute man what else can I say. Word Count: 11.9k (wtf, im sorry)

(a.n) this was so long, I know, pls excuse any mistakes- I underestimated how hard it was to edit something longer than 5k words. ALSO???? take this as a celebration of me hitting 1k followers!! yayyy

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After you left his apartment, Choso’s mind blared with the possibility of you being kidnapped- only to find solace in the small red dot blinking on his phone. Cautious eyes watching as he expected it to move- but no. It stayed still at a restaurant right outside of campus. Choso wanted to desperately leave behind those incessant urges to follow you- to make sure you were safe.

Knowing that his day of reckoning would come. Choso knew that if he kept following you- the day would come when you’d see him. And he wanted to trust you now that things were starting to advance.

There was nothing he wanted more than to trust you, to trust that you could take care of yourself-

But everytime he’d try to ignore the blaring ‘warning’ signs in his mind. He’d remember every time he watched you walk home without caution, every horror story he read of people getting kidnapped and trafficked- and on the occasions where Choso couldn't shake off the invading thoughts, your voice would haunt his mind.

Overwhelming his brain as he tried to focus on what you were saying- your whispering voice making his brain pound in his skull as he watched that blinking dot.

Choso had to call you- if he couldn't run out of his apartment and find you- the least he could do was call you. Feeling like one of your clingy ‘friends’ as the phone rang, his pointer finger picking at the side of his thumb as he closed his eyes. All but praying for you to answer, opening his eyes as he heard the receiver being picked up,

“I was just thinking about you-” he spoke, hearing your angelic laugh ring through his ears. ‘I left like 20 minutes ago.’ you teased, “I know-” he mumbled “What're you doing?” he continued, not in the mood to dance around what he wanted to hear, ‘uh- I'm at..lunch with a friend.’ you hesitated. –

‘What're you doing, Choso?’ you asked, confused as to where this was going. Choso let out a half laugh from his chest. “M’sitting in the dark thinking about you.” he professed, pressing his hand to his forehead and hearing you laugh at the serious tone he took. ‘Sounds healthy.’ you joked back with a playful tone, closing his eyes and thinking. Your tone was kind- speaking sweetly as you normally did. But. You hesitated.

The same way you hesitate whenever you refer to him as your friend.

“M’sorry. I just wanted to hear your voice.” he sniffled, “Tell your friend I say hi.” hearing your smile when you replied a quick ‘Okay.’ at his request.

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The conversation of the date was a rough one. Sitting in his apartment as you played chess. The timing was horrible- sure. The econd week of February left an unavoidable holiday sitting in front of you. “We can wait...till after if you want.” he offered a solution as he moved a pawn.

“It's not so much the day for me.” you admitted, scanning the wooden chest pieces on your side of the checkerboard. “If you want- we can wait till after.” rephrasing his words as you watched his eyebrows furrow, “S’the same for me.” mentally chanting ‘pleasepleasepleaseplease’ as you pondered.

And with those words- the date was set for Valentines day. Which made Choso believe there really was a god from how well this turned out. And you're thinking of moving out from that house full of idiots- and into the small apartment complex as his neighbor.

For the first time in Choso’s life he felt like life dealt him a good hand.

When it came to actually thinking about what to do- he didn't want to ask you. Knowing you were indecisive on what you were eating for lunch that day- so he didn't want to plague you with planning a date he owed you. Checking his bank account and barely seeing enough for a stack of pancakes in the town diner.

Choso contemplated it. He thought about it over and over again, weighing the pros and cons in his mind before going into his closet and reaching into a pair of boots that were 3 sizes too small for him. Finding the thinning wad of cash he was looking for. The so-called ‘rainy day fund’ thinned every time he ran out of money for the month.

But this was worth it, you, were worth it. So he pulled the rubber band from the roll of cash, slowly counting the bills in his hands to be sure he didn't miss count.

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The next time you saw Choso you asked him what his plan was- “Just be ready by 7.” he smiled to himself, already picturing you on that day.

Furrowing your eyebrows before speaking, “Well-” you scoffed “what are we doing?”

“It's a surprise.” he grinned, looking down at the stupid game you called ‘Candy Land’

You sighed dramatically, “Choso, I hate surprises.” as you stared at the little pieces of plastic on the colorful board. “Atleast tell me what to wear.” you insisted, seeing his lips flash a pearly smile to you.

“Wear whatever you want- I’m sure you’ll look great.” he scoffed, holding the little piece of plastic between his fingers, making it hop as he counted the squares.

“Well if you're taking me to a nice restaurant and I'm wearing a t-shirt nd jeans- not gonna be very fun. Or if you're taking me to a horse race-” Choso laughed at your assumptions, “And I open the door in a dress and heels? Then what?” you threw the possibilities at him as he smiled at your nervousness.

“It's a first date- I wanna make a good impression.” You mused, earning a half laugh from his chest. “C’mon-” you batted your eyelashes at him, trying to convince him to tell you what he was planning.

Nodding his head at your coercion that was working better than you thought, “You're terrible.” he whispered, making your pouting grin turn into a toothy smile. “Wear something nice-” he avoided your eyes, moving the character on the squares again as you listened carefully, “Bring a coat- weather app says it's gonna be cold.” He instructed.

“Do I eat beforehand?” you grinned, seeing his jaw clench at your question, “Hmm- No.” you smiled at how a few pleads convinced him to tell you.

“How nice should I dress then?” pressing the issue with a winning smile on your face as you moved your plastic character, pleased at how easily he was to convince. “Atleast tell me that.” Choso looked at you and pondered the question, before nodding his head ‘no’. Knowing he's already said too much.

You pouted playfully at his denial, “Just a hint- just oneee.” seeing his eyes look over your face, “I’ll even settle for one word.” he thought of a word to use, staring at you as he skimmed through words in his mind.

“Wear something- striking.” he squinted as he settled on the word.

With raised eyebrows you started, “Striking huh?” in a teasing tone the choice of word he used, “Must be some first date to wear something striking.” your borderline bullying caused Choso to regret his choice of telling you anything.

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On the 13th of february, just one day before your date- Choso facetimed his baby brother Yuuji, knowing out of all 9, he was probably the best one to call about this delicate topic.

“What about this?” he holding a black knit sweater to his chest while looking at the screen, Yuuji let out a snicker- ‘If you like it-’ his tone was snide- almost mockingly as Choso tossed the knit onto his bed, staring at the pile of clothing that he had gone through.

Showing him a band t-shirt from one of his drawers and hearing Yuuji let out a small laugh before he tossed the t-shirt on his already messy bed. “You're no help.”

‘M’not here to helppp-’ Yuuji droned on, “That's precisely why I called you, Yuuji.” Choso retorted in a stern tone, not enjoying the game his brother was trying to play, slipping on a black dress shirt and doing up the tiny buttons.

‘Didn't you wear that to your graduation?’ he heard from the phone with a half laugh forming in his brother's words. “Can you tell?” straightening his back and seeing the fabric flex against his chest and shoulders, ‘Looks a lil tight buddy.’ Yuuji held back a laugh, being able to see the buttons strain and form small openings down his chest.

With an exasperated sigh he looked back to the mess on his bed, “I don't know what to wear.”

‘The dark navy button down you wore to parent teacher conferences and black slacks.’ Yuuji spat quickly, ‘Hey when am I gonna meet this person?’ Smiling as he changed the topic, “When you stop being so nosy.” Choso muttered, looting through his closet and finding the button up Yuuji was talking about.

Unbuttoning the taut buttons and slipping off the small shirt. Tossing it onto the pile of discarded options before slipping on the better fitting dress shirt, doing up the small buttons and looking in the mirror, ‘I'm not nosy-’ Yuuji laughed, ‘Excuse me for trying to find out who’s involved in my big brothers life-’ enunciating the words. Attempting to make Choso feel bad for scolding him.

“If you ever come out here- I'll introduce them to you.” he looked at the top two buttons that were undone, trying to decide whether or not to do them.

‘I'm on the next flight out.’ Yuuji quipped, making Choso scoff.

“No Yuuji. Go to school.” Choso demanded, knowing he was skipping more than a handful of classes. ‘One day I’ll fly out there and you won't be able to say no to me till I’m standin’ at your door.’ Yuuji threatened, Choso offered only a sarcastic ‘haha’ in response.

‘How you got a date before I got a girlfriend is still insane to me.’ he pressed, “Why’s that Yuuji?” rolling up the sleeves of the dress shirt as he looked in the mirror.

Yuuji laughed- knowing just what to do to annoy his older brother, ‘Cause you're so… weird.’ Yuuji struggled to say the words through a bully-like smile, “For your information- brother of the year,” Choso snapped playfully, which surprised Yuuji since Choso was never the type to banter- not because he didn't want to. But his quips would always come out in stutters, never being able to come up with smart replies fast enough.

Choso smiled as he recalled your slurred words,“They like that I'm ‘strange’.” Yuuji chirped from the phone, ‘They tell you that?’ with a sarcastic tone.

Looking at Yuuji with a cocky smile, “They did.” earning for his baby brother to raise his eyebrows in feigned shock, ‘The world is so backwards.’ he scoffed before asking more questions about you.

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Choso wanted to make tonight special, he wanted to make this the last first date you ever went on.

So as he looked at himself in the mirror, putting on his many rings and muttering words of encouragement to himself, hands shaking as he rolled up the sleeves of his dark navy blue dress shirt. Trying not to nitpick any detail that he didn't like about the reflection staring back at him- whispering that even if he was ‘strange and off putting’ you still liked him.

Side eyeing the clear bowl shaped vase that held three white lilies, Choso felt nerves eating away at him as his eyes flashed down to his phone that lit up with a message from you.

‘lmk when ur outside :)’ your message read. If only you knew Choso’s stomach was in knots. A specific kind of anxiety he had never felt before, it almost felt like how your stomach churned while in line for a scary rollercoaster for the first time.

He quickly typed, ‘im omw now’ with trembling thumbs.

So as he put on the torn up carhartt jacket he relied on whenever it was cold, he straightened his back as he held the clear vase in his hand- Choso hesitated to turn the doorknob of his apartment. Thinking on if this was a good idea- a million doubts racing in his mind.

But he only needed one thought to pull him from his doubts. All he needed was to remember you to open the door.

The walk across the lively campus full of people carrying bouquets of red roses and overcompensating stuffed animals made him think that maybe the three lilies were not enough- Till the realization that he was actually taking you out on Valentine's day hit, which only made him even more nervous, the pondering thoughts of ‘am I making a fool of myself?’ making him overheat in the heavy jacket. Choso must've taken it off and put it back on 2 or 3 times before he reached your neighborhood.

Standing on your rundown porch, thinking about ringing the doorbell. Those doubts daring to creep back into his mind, but his hesitant finger pressed the button anyway. Holding the bowl in both hands as he heard muffled shouts through the heavy wood door. He watched the brass handle turn before the door cracked open- his eyes being granted the honor of seeing you.

‘Breathtaking’ was the word his mind formulated once he felt air fill his lungs again.

Choso swore that every single time he looked at you, it felt like the first time. But this time- this, took the cake. This would be the mental image he’d remember every time he thought of you. The nerves and unease he felt in his chest melted away when he saw the warmth of your smile.

His eyes blinked quickly- almost in disbelief as he looked at you, so love drunk it hurt his chest a little.

And you, bent to the side and fiddling with the tiny buckle of your heel. To Choso it felt like you came straight out of his teenage dreams as you looked at him.

Smiling as you uttered the word that was stuck in his throat, with a hurried smile you spoke, “Heyy-” before placing your foot back onto the ground as you stepped back with a quiet gasp, looking at the bowl in his hands. “Come in!” you urged sweetly, seeing his eyes scan your frame, darting to your living room that was full of your gawking roommates and their friends. ‘An anti-valentines day movie night’ you called it.

“Thought I told you to tell me you were outside-” you grinned, standing at the entryway of the house. ‘God, you are haunting.’ You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to reply. Unknowing your roommates were ignoring the movie on the living room tv. Furrowing your eyebrows as you looked at the round vase in his hands.

“T-these are for you.” He muttered, his heart racing at an abominable speed by seeing you grin kindly before your smile fell.

It turned into a grimace, “I have something for you too-” looking back up at the stairs you practically fell down when the doorbell rang. Turning back around to face him. Taking the bowl from his extended hands with a prolonged touch, “They're lovely. Thank you.” you smiled, “Stay right here- I'll be right back.” You hushed, turning around and dashing up the stairs.

Choso stood at the doorway, almost mournful knowing the sight of you that greeted him would only exist in his memory now. Fiddling with his rings as he felt the people's eyes burn through him. Unintelligible whispers from the prying gazes. Gulping as he heard your bedroom door slam shut, urging footsteps on the ground as you hurried down the stairs. Both hands held behind your back as you hid his present.

A silly smile on your lips as you looked at him, the thin heel of your shoes clacking on the tile as you stood before him, reaching your arm around as you a box with a small bow on top. Raising his eyebrows and looking at the box holding a pair of white glass plates inside. “Plates?” he smiled defeated at the present as you tried to suppress a small laugh.

Your shoulders moved in a silent laugh as you watched his eyes flash back up to you, “Yes. Plates.” seeing him exhale through his nose, amused at what a coincidence it was that you bought him them.

“Thank you.” He mumbled softly, already being able to picture using them.

Choso held the box in one hand, looking at you with adoring eyes, you cleared your throat, “Striking enough?” you sneered proudfully. He practically choked on air at your question.

He took a second to look at you, trying to find the correct thing to say, “You look beautiful.” he breathed softly, words that came straight from his heart. Mentally he was shouting any word he thought of when he looked at you. Words that are not to be said on a ‘first date’, confessions of yearning love and descriptive words of how he felt about you.

‘Captivating.’ Choso thought as he admired your features that were accentuated by the warm lighting, almost casting a glow on your skin.

You felt the warmth in your cheeks trail to the tip of your nose at the compliment. ‘Thank y-’ you mouthed silently, being interrupted by a loud over exaggerated cough coming from the living room.

Squinting your eyes as you turned around to face the source, “When did you say you'd be home?” one of your roommates spouted from the couch.

“I didn't.” You spoke with a raised tone laced with irritation, scoffing before walking into the living room. Focused on your coat that was draped on the edge of the couch.

Their eyes looked up at you as though you owed them something, “Where's he taking you?” desperate to keep you home.

You raised your eyebrows before you spoke, “No idea.”, reaching your hands into the pockets of your coat to be sure you had what you needed.

Picking it up from the couch before turning around and speed walking back to Choso, looking at him with an urgent look on your face. “Let's go.” you whispered as you reached for the doorknob, “It's not safe to go to an undisclosed location with a stranger-!” your roommate shouted as you stepped through the doorway. Sighing as you pulled the door behind you.

“Sorry about that.” you breathed, inhaling the cold air as you scanned the cloudy overcast with squinted eyes and creased eyebrows.

Choso inhaled sharply before he spoke, “Was that-”

“Yes, that was my den mother.” with a scoff, Choso parted his lips in a silent wince as you slipped your coat onto your exposed shoulders. Reaching a hand down and raising your ankle halfway to tweak with the strap of your heel again.

“Lead the way.” you smiled as Choso took a step forward onto the rickety stairs.

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“Can you tell me where you're taking me now?” You sounded almost defeated as you walked side by side on the pavement. Choso made sure that he was on the open side of the sidewalk, walking between you and the potential risk.

Quiet streets derived from people made the walk peaceful, the sunless sky causing everything to look pale blue- almost as though you stepped through a blue tinted filter.

The weather was fresh- cold enough for a coat but not freezing the way it was a few days ago. A small breeze would have made you regret your choice in what you wore- your calves and ankles exposed to the frigid air.

Looking over at him as he held the boxed plates, with a smug grin on his lips, “We have to go pick something up first.” you hummed at Choso’s denial as his rundown oxford-esque shoes stomped on the ground.

Seeing an opportunity to wear down that smugness, you looked at him with an unashamed smile. “You look beautiful too, Choso.” circling back to his compliment that was interrupted by your roommate. He looked over to you- not shocked but surprised at your choice of words, despite the gloomy weather- you looked warm in his eyes. As though the sun was shining and it was the middle of summer.

He sighed as he felt your shoulder brush against his, “I don't think I’ve ever been called that.” he admitted honestly with a flustered smile.

You laughed, “I can call you something else-” with an enthusiastic grin, looking up into the sky as you thought of the words to use, “How about- scenic. Or uh, captivating-” watching the blush on his cheeks trail onto his exposed ear.

Choso’s teeth stuttered as he heard you- trying to silence the sudden compliment, “My name is fine.” He insisted with a nervous laugh, trying his best to ignore your gaze.

You raised your eyebrows, “Are you sure? I can keep going-”

“Ju-” he breathed, “Just Choso is fine.” he implored, his heart racing at an unimaginable speed.

You were pleased with his stutter, “Okay. ‘Just Choso’, where are you taking me?” grazing the back of your palm against his as you walked, his eyes on the ground watching the lines on the pavement come and go.

Choso sighed, “I already told you- We. Are going. To pick. Something up.” He paused between the words as though that was an answer, flinching when you bumped your knuckles into his as you strolled beside him.

“Don't take that tone with me, mister.” you teased playfully, holding your knuckles against his as you saw him perk a smile.

“Sorry-” he grinned as he looked over at you sweetly, “We’re gonna go pick something up.” he corrected himself, smiling at the sugared words, not moving his hand from yours- if anything pressing it closer.

With a sigh you took the initiative and interlocked your fingers with his, your cool hand icing his warm palm, “If you're gonna kidnap me- let me know. Promise I won't fight back or anything.” you joked, making Choso shiver at your accusation.

With a grimace he hesitated the words he was about to say, “That is a terrible and equally horrifying thing to say,” he spoke your name in a reprimanding tone.

“I mean in the way that life sucks right now, and you're a pretty cool person. And you're nice, and tolerate me.” squinting your eyes at the sudden frost-like breeze puff against your bare shins.

Your circling hum on the side of his pointer finger made this conversation suddenly very difficult for him to focus on. “Just don't put me in a glass cage. That's all I ask.” You continued the unsettling topic as you squeezed his hand.

Choso laughed at the reference, “You see,” being able to conjure the words in his mind. “I had reason to worry about you getting kidnapped.” he murmured, mentally damning you for putting that thought into his head again.

“That's different though.” you hummed, tilting your head towards him. “Of course if it was a stranger I’d fight tooth and nail-” a playful grin on your lips, watching his eyebrows slowly pull upwards. “But, if it was you?” you continued, feeling his palm subtly start to clam against yours.

Choso looked over at you- waiting for you to finish what you were saying. The troubled expression on his face made you smile at how easy it was to fluster him.

Shaking away the words in your mind, the sky dimming as you clutched onto his hand, you let out a ‘tsk’ at the thought, “Now that would be something quite forward to say.” you grinned playfully.

‘Your smile hides your mischievousness a little too well- I think you're just being cruel at this point.’ he thought as he looked at your profile. A proud smile adorning your lips.

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“A parking garage?” you asked, twitching your ankle as you watched Choso input a security code into the metal receiver.

Choso sucked his teeth with a smile, “Did you expect us to walk for the entire night?” looking down to your shoe that was clearly bothering you.

“You have a car?” you asked as you watched the metal gate creak open.

He winced, “Technically no-” hand in hand as he led you through the barrier of the two story garage. Walking up the sloped concrete as you looked at the dusty cars.

“I didn't even know this place existed.” You muttered, eyeing the gray walls illuminated by old yellow lights. Swinging your connected hands softly as Choso laid eyes upon the black car cover he hoped was waiting for him.

“Let's hope it still runs.” he joked as you let go of his hand.

“Hold these for me won't you?” he whispered, handing you the cardboard box as you tapped your heeled foot on the ground, causing Choso to look down at your ankle once more.

Placing his hands on the front end of the cover, yanking it off as you laid eyes on the two seater maroon colored classic. Almost perfectly polished as you raised your eyebrows in shock, his hands balling up the black car cover and placing it on the hood haphazardly.

He inhaled almost painfully, “It was my father’s-” as he inserted the key into the driver's side and turned it, unlocking the doors before walking to the passenger side and opening the door with a hand held out to you.

Taking the boxed plates from your hands and placing them on the roof of the car, holding your hand as you eased into the vehicle.

Connected matte black seats meeting your eyes as you eased into the seat. Silent as he nervously tried explaining why he had the car, “H-he left it behind- and I didn’t wanna leave it to be sold.” He smiled, looking down at you as he held the frame of the door.

“So you brought it with you?” You hummed, fiddling with your hands on your lap and looking at the interior.

“I stole it- yes.” he admitted without shame, leaning on the frame of the opened door.

Pulling off his jacket as your hands reached out to take it from him, a small ‘Thank you’ fell from his lips as you held it in your lap. His lips parted in a grin, looking at your expression as you pinched your eyebrows together. Reaching your hand down to the bothersome buckle that squeezed your ankle a little too tightly.

Your fingers struggled to fix the issue as he watched you. Flashing your eyes up at him with an awkward giggle before you spoke, “When you rang the doorbell I accidentally pulled the-” You sighed, trying to pull the black strap from the bothersome buckle, “-the strap too tight.”

Choso smiled before mouthing an understanding ‘oh’

“May I?” he asked, frustration starting to seep from you and into him by just watching your aimless attempts. You eyed him, lowering himself to his knee, the other propped up as you turned your body to face him.

Suddenly all too aware of the veins on the tops of his hands, the light arm hair on his outer forearms that were exposed from his rolled up sleeves.

His calloused hand held open awaiting you to lift your dangling foot to his palm. Without a word, you lifted your ankle. Choso delicately placed his hand onto the back of your calf, your cold skin warming in his palm as he guided the back of the heel to rest atop his bent knee. Trailing his fingertips mindlessly on your skin as he gently unbuckled the silver rivet of the shoe.

Feeling the instant relief as he slid the buckle into a neighboring notch. A warm blush forming on your cheeks as you watch his painted hands trail gentle touches on your skin.

“There?” he mumbled, looking up at you as his thumb settled on the protruding bone of your ankle. Only offering a blushed ‘Mhm’ from your dry throat as he laced the rest of the tiny strap beneath the metal. Your hand was clutched on the edge of the seat- if your grip tightened any more you’d scratch the pristine leather.

Choso gently placed his palm back onto your calf, easing your leg back down gently before he stood up again. “Now for the moment of truth.” he winced, taking a step back and leaving you with your feet on the ground.

You inhaled sharply as his hand rested on the door again, waiting for you to sit correctly. You turned your body back to face the windshield, he closed the door for you- reaching his hand on the roof of the car for the plates before walking to the drivers side.

With how easy it was to fluster him or make him nervous, you were unsure why out of the two of you- you were the one who was on the verge of hyperventilating from the innocent act of kindness. In your mind an obstacle presented itself; how you were expected to keep your composure for the rest of the evening.

Your hand dared to tremble as you placed his heavy jacket on the center of the benched seat. Some kind of desperate attempt at a wall to keep you from acting on your self-indulgent thoughts.

Hearing a small thud as he placed the plates on the roof again. The driver's door opened smoothly, Choso eased into the seat as he placed his hand on the wheel with the keys in hand, leaving his door open with one foot on the ground.

Choso cleared his throat as he turned the ignition, raising his eyebrows in hopes the car would turn on. A wave of relief washed over him when he heard the loud roar come from the muffler. Quiet music playing from the staticky radio breaking the silence.

He stepped out of the car once more, walking to the hood to grab the car cover he carelessly folded. Your eyes followed him as he slid the pair of plates from the roof and walked to the back of the car, your shoulders tense while trying to breathe.

Flinching when you heard the trunk pound shut, clearing your throat when you saw him walk back to the opened door.

He settled into the driver's seat once more, mindlessly picking up your attempt at a wall and placing his jacket onto the ledge of the rearview window, leaving nothing but air to keep you separate from him.

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The drive was silent, the quiet radio music easing the tension in the air only you felt. Hands in your lap as you fiddled with your thumbs, Choso was unaware of your tense shoulders till he stopped at a red light.

Looking over at you- your head locked forward and sitting very, very far away. The look on your face though, furrowed eyebrows and unblinking eyes, lips pressed tightly together as though you were in deep thought- that's what made him realize something was wrong.

Replaying the last 10 minutes- not recalling a single snide comment or any attempts at flirting since he started driving.

He murmured your name- trying to pull you out of the thoughts that were whirling in your mind at that moment. Blinking your eyes and turning your head slightly, looking at Choso’s face that was illuminated by the red light. “Something wrong?”

You nodded your head ‘no’ intertwining your hands harshly together. Choso looked down to your latched hands, then back up to you with a perked brow- He didn't need to speak, you knew what he was asking with the look on his face.

You inhaled, trying to find something clever to say- “M’trying to keep my hands to myself.” you murmured, looking out of the window, gathering he was driving into the neighboring city as your knees pointed to the door along with your head.

‘...hands to yourself..?’ Choso mentally repeated your words, not knowing why you had to try to, when you were never shy about it before.

Air caught in your throat at the realization you said that louder than you were expecting, “In a- a non creepy way.” you reiterated, scrunching your eyes together at the stutter in your words.

Mentally you were cursing the stupid old traffic light that refused to turn green, even with the lack of cars around- it still beamed red. “Did I do something?” he asked, worried he offended you in some way.

You sighed, “Yes-”, refusing to look at him, “Yes, you did something.” you muttered as you looked into the glass, staring at him through the reflection.

“I’m sorry- I didn't mean to-” he started apologizing unknowing what he did- but it still felt like he had to.

You let out a laugh that rang through his ears in the sound of a hymn, “You don't even know what you did.” corners of your lips twitching upwards, turning your knees over to him as he looked forward at the now green light- accelerating slowly as you scanned his side profile.

“Must've been something worth an apology if you- of all people are keeping your hands to yourself.” he joked slyly. Only he meant to think those words- not actually say them to you.

You squinted your eyes at his banter, “Oh haha-” you grinned sarcastically, planting your hand onto the seat, “I'll make sure to keep ‘em to myself from now on if you feel that way.” You played, feeling your confidence soak back into your words.

Choso turned his head slightly over to you, low eyes knowing you wouldn't be able to keep that declaration, dropping his hand from the bottom of the wheel as the other held onto the side of it, placing it on the black leather to tempt you. Suddenly the distance you set between you too was too evident- too far, his eyes were forward- watching the road.

You gulped, scanning the top of his veiny hand, slowly you shifted closer to him.

Now close enough that he could sense you, “Choso?” you whispered, earning for a small hum to leave his throat, a childish smile on your lips “Can I hold your hand?” you spoke in a whisper- Choso furrowed his eyebrows at the question.

A gentle grin on his lips, “You don't need to ask me.” he whispered back, looking forward as he heard alarms and bells ring in his head from excitement.

So as you scooched closer to Choso, he held his hand out for you. His heart couldn't help but beat at an alarming pace, so close your thigh was pressed against his. Your knees pointed in his direction as he felt his palm threaten to sweat.

You slumped the tiniest bit into the matte seat, looking up at him as you gently took his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers with his as your other hand caged the back of his palm.

Both of your hands overwhelmed his tender one, smiling as you leaned the side of your head onto his bicep. Resting your joined hands on the seam where his thigh ended and yours began.

“I've always liked your hands.” you mumbled, caressing your thumbs on his skin as he drove- he was grateful the sky was darkening. Cause he was so sure the blush he was sporting on his cheeks was starting to roam down his chest.

Choso’s breathing hitched- catching in his throat, “My h-hands?” feeling his heart pound in his chest. And for the foot that wasn't on the gas to start bouncing nervously.

You giggled, “Yeah, your hands.” you hummed, unaware of the state you were pushing him to. “They're so pretty.” you complimented him with a tone only heard in his frantic dreams.

And as you scanned his jeweled hand engulfed by your own- the veins that trailed up his forearm beneath his pale skin proudly, you smiled as you pressed your thumb down onto a blood filled ridge on the top of his hand. Stopping the blood flow from the prominent vein.

His mind was whirring in his skull- had you said anything else he would've had to pull over to catch his breath.

But you didn't, no you only traced mindless doodles on his skin softly. ‘This has to be some kind of attempt on my life.’ his brain managed as the scent of your perfume infiltrated his nose.

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Though he was eternally grateful to be so- (some would say too close) to you, he felt his lungs able to breathe with a set pace once he found a parking spot in front of the building he was looking for. Streets full of couples as the moon started arising. Choso exhaled expectantly, switching the ignition off and feeling your grasp on his hand loosen.

“We’re here.” he practically choked out. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked onto the street, watching the people walking past the lit up glass doors.

“What's here?” you grinned, straightening your back and looking at Choso, you were so very close to his face. The light on the roof of the car made it very obvious that he was blushing.

“A uh-” he inhaled the air between you, “A museum.” his shoulders were tense, looking from your eyes to the curve of your nose- darting back and forth from the cupid's bow of your lips back up to your eyes. You smiled hearing his hesitant tone- relishing the sight of pure nerves flooding in his pupils from how close you were.

With an amused smile you snorted softly, “Ouu you want to kiss me sooo bad- I can see it-” you teased, earning for Choso to look away from you in embarrassment.

And as you pulled your hands from his, he opened his door, mumbling small curses, racing to the passenger side- reminding himself that he needs to be polite and well-mannered.

As he pulled your door open he held a hand out to you, giving you a brace to step out from the old car.

The sight of your hand in his as you stepped from the car elegantly made one thing click in his mind. Choso felt in his heart that he would be more than happy- elated even, to do this with you every weekend till you were both old and wrinkly.

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Hand in hand as you walked past the white walls. Stopping at any piece of art that caught your attention.

Your eyebrows pulled tight as you looked at a piece painted black with glimmers of red. Choso’s eyes were on your profile as you examined the art, “What do you see?” he mumbled, looking back to the large canvas. Unable to understand how you could see meaning in a few colors.

You sighed, tilting your head and staring at the streaks “It seems sad.” you whispered as he furrowed his eyebrows. “Like the person who painted this was distressed.”

Choso didn't see what you saw- he saw a lazy attempt at modern art- “You can see it in the brush strokes-” you leaned over to him as you pointed to the seemingly violent brush strokes. He tried to see what you saw, “In the way they decided to use a little bit of red.” You continued, looking over to his lost expression.

When you walked into the room of sculptures you stared at an old wooden chair placed on a small platform with a harsh spotlight on it, “Performer.” you read the words on the silver plate at the bottom, “What do you see Choso?” you repeated his question as he stared at the chair.

He squinted his eyes before speaking, “I think it's a chair-”, feeling your elbow shove him gently. He sighed, “Well, the chair is old, and the spotlight is on it almost in a mocking way.” Choso expressed his depiction of the piece. “And the title signifies that the chair is a piece to be gawked at.” he muttered as you smiled at his intune thoughts.

He huffed, almost feeling like he said too much. “You?” he broke your silence as he looked back at you.

“I think it's just a chair.” you mocked with a perked smile.

On the other end of the room there was a wired sculpture, if you looked in the right angle you'd be able to see the projected image within the silver wires.

You were tilting your head trying to make out the image, “I think it's a face?” you whispered as Choso furrowed his eyebrows, “Or two?” you squinted your eyes as you finally saw the image with a gratified exhale.

Choso huffed- frustrated from how tedious this was. “How are you seeing anything?” he asked frustrated as his neck started to strain from how long he was tilting it.

You dropped his hand- taking a step behind him and placing your hands on his shoulders, “Here.” you hummed, moving him to where you previously stood. “Lean down a little-” you whispered, you weren't able to see it- but his eyes were wide and his cheeks were tingling from your guidance.

And as he lowered himself, you placed your hands onto the side of his head- angling it softly to this side as he allowed you to. You stood behind him- close enough for him to be able to feel your breath wisp on his nape. “Can you see it?” you whispered- Choso felt goosebumps form on his arms at your soft tone.

You slid your hands from the side of his head- seeing him stay in place as he looked at the sculpture. “Can you?” you whispered as he raised himself back to stand up straight.

He looked at you with a horrified look on his face, “Yeah I can.” he muttered before you took his hand in yours again.

And when you found the room he specifically chose this museum for- he lit up with a smile.

“Art history-” you read the plaque on the wall.

Choso led you into the dimly lit room, “Finally some real art.” he muttered before turning the corner. Standing before the grand in size portraits- he looked at them in silence. Only you didn't find the same fascination in the old paintings as he did- you found the excitement that gleamed in his eyes more interesting than the dusty art works.

With every piece he knew, he'd tell you the tragedy behind them, star crossed lovers and small comments of the trageties- “Why are you looking at me like that?” he paused his previous sentence, looking at you worried that he was talking too much.

You offered a timid smile, circling your thumb on his skin lovingly. Reaching a pinkie up to his temple and brushing away a loose strand from his temple, “I can't look at you now?” you murmured playfully, his eyes glimmered with shock at the sudden contact against his face.

Choso diverted his eyes from your gaze, looking down to his shoes before mumbling, “You can't look at me like- that.” he felt his heart pound in his chest recalling the expression on your face with closed eyes.

You giggled at his words, “Why not?” you pressed, being able to feel his hand tighten its grip on yours.

He sighed, looking back up to your seemingly intoxicated face. Choso parted his lips, daring to say the first words that came to his mind. You raised your eyebrows and gripped his hand to urge him to give you a reason. “Cause I don't know what it means.” he retorted quietly.

You scoffed, an amused smile on your lips as you nodded your head. Not knowing how he could be so insightful in some ways and completely blind when it came to this.

Your eyes scanned his features, “How many times do I have to tell you before you get it?” you quipped, seeing his eyes pool with confusion at your question.

“I like you so much, Cho.” you whispered, seeing his eyebrows furrow harshly at the shortened version of his name. “I stare at you because I like you.” You assured, “I laugh at everything you say because I like you.”, watching his eyes blink down in timidness. In his mind, actually processing your words took a lot of effort.

“Can I be honest?” you whispered, seeing his lips mouth an ‘okay.’ to your question. “I don’t think I've ever liked someone in the way I like you.” Choso exhaled at your words- mumbling a ‘stop’ as you smiled.

You exhaled, “I'm being serious. You're just-” you started, only for Choso to raise your hand and place it flat onto his chest. His eyes trembled as he looked at you with a stern but pained expression. You raised your eyebrows at how fast his heart pounded in his chest, explaining why he asked you to stop without words.

Your lips curled into a sweet smile, pulling his hand that was wrapped around your wrist, holding your hand flat on his chest as you led his hand towards your exposed cleavage in attempts to show him how fast your own heart was beating.

Only for his eyes to widen and pull his hand from your grasp in shock- all but clutching his imaginary pearls as he hissed your name. Mortified to even think of touching you there.

A small laugh left your throat at how he exclaimed your name. You were kind enough to not attempt to do that again- fearing his heart might go into cardiac arrest from being skin to skin. Instead you pulled your hand from his chest, guiding his opposite one onto your wrist and pressing his index and middle finger onto the pulse in your wrist.

His eyebrows furrowed as he felt your racing pulse against his two fingers, “You make me just as nervous.” you whispered softly, smiling as he parted his lips.

Choso softened his gaze, “You do a great job at hiding it.” he whispered back, recalling every moment his heart palpitated in his chest- wondering if all those times your heart was racing too.

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“I think this is the first official date I've ever been on-” you smiled, now standing outside. Thinking how stupid it was that the exit was on the other end of the building.

Choso furrowed his eyebrows, “First, first date you mean?” he clarified your statement assumingly.

You scoffed with a smile, “No, the only date I've ever been on.” seeing his expression fall in surprisement.

Choso nodded his head as though that proclamation didn't make his heart burst in his chest, “Besides the times where we'd hang out after class- but I think this one is the first official one.” you grinned, pulling his hand with you as you turned to start walking back to the car.

‘The times we’d hang out..?’ he thought, recalling the afternoons you'd spend with him.

He inhaled quickly, “Those were dates?” he urged with a horrified look on his face, scanning at your profile. You looked at him as you stepped slowly.

Raising your eyebrows almost amused, “Well when two people like each other- and admit it to each other,” You taunted playfully, turning the corner of the sidewalk, “If both are consenting parties-” you continued your mocking tone as Choso listened to your words, to be sure he wouldn't miss hearing what you were saying.

“They start dating.” you teased, looking at him with a smile full of satisfaction.

In his mind, he replayed every moment from when he admitted he liked you till now- reevaluating them at the new information. With warm cheeks that were grazed by the cold air, “Are we..” he started, his palm becoming clammy against yours at the words he dared to spout. “Dating?” He asked, looking at you in a new light at that word.

No longer were you a person he liked- or a school friend. He was a person you were dating.

A soft chuckle left your throat at the dramatized words, “Don't tell me you just wanted to be a situationship?” you asked with feigned offense, furrowing your eyebrows as he listened to your words.

His face fell, trying to process the word you just said, “What is a situationship?” he asked almost scornfully at the unknown word as his grasp in your hand tightened. A sweet laugh left your throat at his question, not even being too sure of what that word meant yourself.

“Cho- are we dating or not?” you asked- turning the question around on him. His face went pink, both at the confrontation and the nickname- looking at you as though you hung the stars in the sky. You raised your eyebrows waiting for his reply.

Choso tried to think- he tried using all 4 fried brain cells in his mind to formulate a proper sentence, but all his trembling lips could muster was one word;

“Yes.”

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The walk back to the car was silent- You were pleased with how much he blushed, how you practically forced him to confirm that your goal was achieved.

Choso, on the other hand, had a mortified look on his face. The fear of taking the first step was long gone since the first 3 steps were already taken unbeknownst to him. In his mind he started seeing every possibility, every negative thing that could wait for him 10 miles down the road. Choso knew he should've been elated- but he couldn't help the heavy feeling in his chest as he thought of the future.

Staring at him lovingly, “Where to now?” you broke the silence as he opened the car door for you, holding your hand with trembling fingers as you eased into the vehicle.

Choso hurried to the other side of the car, taking a deep breath before getting into it. Thinking how everything is different now- he drove this car as your friend and now he was driving it as a person you were dating.

You scooched back to the spot you previously sat in, “I hope you're hungry-” he started, his cheeks tingling as he felt your hand interlock with his again, “God– I am starving.” You interrupted, looking over to him with an enticing grin.

Choso smiled to himself, “I have a fridge full of groceries waiting for us.” he tried ignoring your tracing thumbs as he put the car in drive.

You reached a hand over and pushed a few stray strands of hair that blocked his profile from you. “You gonna cook for me?” You hummed sweetly, seeing the blush on his cheeks deepen.

A small ‘Mhm’ left his lips as he pulled out of the street parking, you looked at him with adoring eyes, intoxicated on how close you were to him. “Those plates were definitely a good idea huh?” you asked smugly.

He sighed with a smile, “Yes. They were a phenomenal idea.” he fed into your boastful tone.

You looked at him, admiring that he cared enough to agree with you,“You’re so-” you hesitated as you tried to find the word, “So,” Choso was smiling as he awaited your words. You gritted your teeth- feeling cuteness aggression, “It's like I made you in a computer.” You smiled, hearing a hearty laugh from his chest.

The entire ride back to the campus- you didn't let go of his hand. The cringey love songs played on the radio quietly, with any song you recognized you’d tell him a memory from your upbringing. Grazing the tips of your fingers along his larger ones.

Choso made sure to listen to every single word you'd speak into the air- “M’sorry I know I'm talking a lot-” you sighed, noticing he wasn’t replying to your words.

Hee scoffed, “Don't apologize- I like listening to you talk.” flashing his eyes over to you as you nodded your head in disbelief at how smoothe he could be at times.

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You didn't check your phone the entire time. So you were happily relishing in the peace you felt being in the presence of him.

Walking past the entryway of his apartment, reaching into your coat pocket and taking it off as Choso reached for it in your hand, hanging it along with his on the coat rack.

You checked the stupid piece of aluminum, widening your eyes at the countless messages from your overbearing roommate, and checking the time. 9:05 pm as you heard Choso set down the boxed plates onto the kitchen counter in front of you.

You sighed as you pulled out a barstool from the wall, furiously typing as Choso gently peeled off the tape from the box.

Looking across the kitchen counter at you as you settled on the barstool with furrowed eyebrows. Scanning your bugged expression, “Everything okay?” he pulled you from your thoughts.

You sighed as you shut off the phone, placing it onto the counter faced down as you looked at him- completely defeated. “I’m moving out.” you claimed with a deadpan tone.

Choso looked at you from the cabinet, “What now?” he smiled as he reached for a pan.

“I have like- 50 texts and 20 missed calls from my-” you were interrupted, Choso finished your sentence, ‘roommate’, watching as you huffed a sweet smile at how he knew what you were ranting about. “Regardless, I'm moving- even if I live on the street for a few days. I can't stay at that house anymore.” You sighed, watching Choso turn on two knobs on the stove.

Looking at him with defeated eyes, “You won't live on the street.” he assured, turning around and opening the fridge.

You rested your elbow on the counter, placing your chin in your hand as you watched him set various small containers of already prepared herbs onto the counter. “At the end of the day people really are disappointing aren't they?” you asked with a sigh, watching as he pulled out two pre-marinated chicken breasts from the fridge.

Choso decided to ignore your previous statement- not wanting to sullen the mood even more, “Are they like this with your other roommates?” he asked with a smile, drizzling oil into the pan. Going to lower the heat on the small steel pot on the back burner before moving to stand in front of you.

You watched as he slowly pulled his jewelry from his fingers, “No- if anything they enable their behavior.” eyeing the silver metal on the counter, your proclamation earning a sigh from Choso.

He noticed your eyes following his hands, furrowing his eyebrows at your gawking. “You need better roommates.” he declared, turning to the sink and washing his hands as you reached for the abandoned metal he left on the counter.

As you rolled the warm metal in your hand you sighed, “I need to move out is what I need-” watching as he dried his hands. You smirked to yourself, “If I was your neighbor would you cook for me everyday?” You asked- half joking as he looked up from the searing pan.

Choso smiled at your question, picking up one of the raw chickens, “If you were my neighbor I’d cook for you anytime you asked.” he flashed his eyes up at you before placing the white meat into the pan, a loud sizzle coming from the action.

You rested your elbows onto the counter with a hearty giggle, “You say that now- But when m’knocking at your door 2-3 times a day- you can't complain.” you warned, watching as he let out a half laugh.

He picked up metal tongs from the utensil holder, “If you knock on my door 2-3 times a day- I won't have any reason to complain,” he spoke your name in reassurance as he flipped the grilling chicken on the other side.

You laughed to yourself, not being able to sense any nervousness or hesitation in his words anymore, almost as though he gained more confidence in the past half hour.

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As he plated the cooked chicken, you watched with a grumbling stomach. Almost drooling as he scooped a decent portion of mashed potatoes onto the brand new white plate, “God- that looks so good.” You bit your lip, reaching your hands to the plate.

“Wait-” he held onto the edgeas he reached for a pre-cut lemon- squeezing it gently as the citrus glazed the browned chicken.

With a warm smile he spoke, “There- now you can eat it.” looking down to the beautifully plated meal, you sighed. Grabbing onto the edge of the plate and pulling it towards you.

You looked back to him, “I can wait for you-” you muttered, hoping he'd say no.

He exhaled, smiling as he watched your eyes full of hunger flicker from him back down to your serving. “It's okay- you eat.” He assured, watching the smile return on your lips as you picked up the metal fork placed on the side of the plate.

Choso watched you expectantly, the fork scraping against the plate as you sliced into the meat-piercing the chunk you cut off and lifting it to your lips, looking at him as you placed the fork into your mouth. The warmth from the grilled chicken landing on your tongue as you pulled the fork from your lips- leaving nothing on it with a sigh from your nose.

Chewing a few times as you closed your eyes, savoring the flavor between every bite.

You swallowed, opening your eyes and nodding your head, “You're insane.” you mumbled, looking at his expression unchanged- not knowing if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Please finish cooking so I can eat more-” you joked, placing the fork onto your plate, he scoffed at the words that seemed like a compliment.

And as you asked, he plated his own serving, not with a quarter as much love nor care- but it was infront him as he leaned down to take a bite, assuring you it was fine for you to continue eating.

He hummed as he placed the fork down onto his plate, “I didn't even offer you anything to drink-” he scoffed to himself reaching to the cupboard above his head and pulling down two glass cups.

You opened your mouth- hesitating to speak as you watched him turn to the fridge, “Not to sound alcohol-dependent or anything-” you grinned as he peeked back to you. “But do you…?” you insinuated with half lidded eyes.

Choso sighed, “I don't. I have water and orange juice.” he mumbled, knowing exactly what you were trying to do- but he knew in his bones it wouldn't have been a good idea to let you drink right now.

You gave a half laugh, “Water is fine.” you smiled as he reached into the fridge. Choosing to keep the bottle of ‘Titos’ he had a secret from you.

Pulling out a glass bottle from the fridge he had bought yesterday. Pouring water into your glass as you chewed on your affection infused meal.

You placed down your fork, swallowing the previous bite before reaching for the cold glass. “You'd really be okay with me moving next door?” watching his eyes trail down to his plate.

Choso inhaled, “If it makes you happier- and not feel so stressed, I would let you move in here-” he spoke mindlessly, halting his chewing as he realized what he said. He inhaled sharply- feeling like your silence was deafening. He was about to apologize-

Only you laughed, “All my clothes would not fit in your closet.” you inhaled as you placed a bite of the mashed potatoes into your mouth. He huffed through his nose at your comment, pleased that you took it as a joke rather than how he truly meant it.

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Somewhere between him finishing half of his meal and your 5th compliment on how fucking good the food tasted- a battle ship board was put up between you.

Furrowed eyebrows staring back at you as he called out a number on the board. You hissed as you looked at your side of the game, “Nope.” you grinned as he gruffed at his attempts.

You were examining your grid, trying to use all the divination you could muster before he spoke up- “Did I tell you I'm thinking of getting a job?” he smiled, watching your furrowed eyebrows ease at the question.

You gasped, “No! Don't do that-” holding a peg in your hand as his expression churned to confusion. “I won't be able to see you as often.” you pouted, looking down at your board. The words seemingly came unfiltered from your heart, and the sight of you pouting at the idea of not being able to see him as much anymore was more than enough to push that idiocy to the side.

And though you meant it as a half joke, it still pained you to know that now- of all times. When things were finally advancing, he'd pull away.

“If you need money-” your lungs threatened to laugh at the words forming on your lips. “I'd be more than happy to pay for your time.” You spewed as though you were a sleazy 80 year old man speaking to a lady of the night.

Choso furrowed his eyebrows and parted his lips, “Like an escort??” he huffed a laugh, you looked up from your board with an entertained smile. “No- no, not like an escort-” you defended.

Calling out a number on the board as he nodded his head. “Like a paid…” you thought of the word, “Though I can't call you a friend anymore can I?” You spoke to yourself as he scanned his side of the plastic game, smiling at the thought that you'd no longer hesitate when referring to him.

He inhaled as he took a bite from the coldening food, looking over to your plate and seeing you had finished. “I thought you were broke?” he spoke thoughtlessly, not being able to feel the hesitance before he spoke now.

Your smile fell, he squinted his eyes as you shook off the sudden heavy feeling- “You're that expensive?” you chirped, looking at him bewildered at the thought he might've taken your words seriously.

Choso scoffed, “No, you don't have to pay me to hang out with you.” he reiterated, watching as you fiddled with the peg in your hand. Recalling your query of if he'd mind if you were his neighbor. “But I remember you said you were broke..?” he looked at you with detective eyes as you called out a square on the grid. Sucking his teeth when you actually hit one of his boats.

You hummed as you avoided eye contact, “I uhh-” you lowered your shoulders and raised a brow, “I figured it out.” flashing a warm smile at him. Only you meant it in an assuring way- Choso saw past it. He saw the way your lips fell after you said that, the way your eyes dimmed from recalling what you were hiding.

You cleared your throat, “Meaning, I can afford your company now.” you circled back to the silly topic with a smile, Choso sneered through his nose at your insistence. He opened his mouth to speak- but you spoke before he could.

“What kind of job?” you looked at him, changing the topic before he called out a number on the grid.

He sucked his teeth, “I was thinking at the library- Quiet, don't have to do a whole lot.” He muttered as he studied the target grid. “Or I could apply to be a TA.”squinting before calling out a number.

You tightened your lips, mouthing a curse as you marked a small boat with a red peg. “Why now of all times?” you asked as you waited for him to call out another number.

Choso parted his lips- almost saying the words that popped into his mind before closing his mouth. “No- say what you were thinking.” you caught onto the little habit he had developed since he was a child.

He smiled at your attentiveness, “I was thinking, now that I’m..” looking at you with a blushing smile, you raised your eyebrows, all but saying ‘go on.’

“Now that I am seeing someone.” he murmured, looking down at the board embarrassed and trying to ignore your gaze, you laughed at his avoidant eyes.

You inhaled, nodding your head ‘no’ disapprovingly. “You don't need to get a job just because we're dating, Cho.” you assured, standing from the barstool and taking a step around the end of the kitchen counter, standing before his figure as he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, “Look at all the times we've hung out- not once did we need money or to go out to have fun.” placing a hand on his bicep and squeezing gently to affirm your words even more.

Choso inhaled, “Would it be enough?” he muttered as he looked down to his shoes. You scoffed, trailing your hand down to his forearm, then to his hand.

“I would be more than fulfilled if all we did was stay here and play board games day after day.” you whispered, holding your hand gently in his as he felt his throat close up-

He looked back to you with creased eyebrows, the tip of his nose daring to turn pink from an expression that looked close to tears. “You want a hug?” you asked sweetly, hearing a sniffle from his nose before pulling you to him.

Your hands wrapped around his waist as his arms rested atop your shoulders, holding you tightly as your bodies came together in a perfect mold. Choso held one hand on the back of your neck softly, the other pressed taut between your shoulder blades as you smiled into his chest, circling your hands soothingly on his spine, he sniffled before speaking.

“Be honest. Did you come over here to look at where my boats were?” you breathed out- defeated that he saw through your plot. Pulling away from him as his hands hesisted to let you go from the hug that felt like home.

You looked at him with a cheeky smile, “I did.” you nodded, looking over to his side of the board and seeing you were close to winning by a few more pegs. You looked back to him, parting your lips expectantly as he took a step back.

‘Be well-mannered’ Choso thought as he watched you brush off the slight disappointment.

He cleared his throat, “I think it's time to take you home.” he smiled, watching your eyes blink down to your shoes that had to be uncomfortable by now.

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The trip to your house was short now that there was a car, and yet- you still held onto him as though it was the last time you'd have the chance to.

Choso parked on the opposite side of the street, turning off the car as your eyes looked at the wooden door across the street almost resentfully. “Ready?” he asked, knowing you’d refuse to face the music were he not there.

With a begrudged exhale, you nodded your head.

Choso held the car door open for you, holding your hand as you stepped onto the street. You almost resented how polite he was- knowing if it were anyone else they would have invited you to stay the night- regardless if it was a first date.

But not him, Choso didn't dare to even think of asking that of you.

And as you stood before him on your unlit porch, you smiled, “Thank you.” with a whisper, looking into his eyes as he scanned the prominent aspects of your face.

“Don't thank me.” he murmured, his voice low and throaty as he watched the sparkle in your eye round your pupil.

With a modist smile, you looked at him impatiently. “I think this is where you kiss me goodnight.” you leaned forward mere millimeters as Choso refused to step back this time.

He gulped at your words, “It wouldn't be polite.” he dissuaded lowly as you grinned innocently.

Close enough that you were breathing the same air- “It would be more impolite not to, Choso.” you compelled, watching his gaze dart from your lips back to your eyes.

He raised his hands to the side of your face- thumbs caressing your temples softly, parting your lips as his fingers kept a light touch beneath your ears. You fluttered your eyes closed as you heard ringing in your mind, cheeks warm and tingling as you awaited.

Only you awaited something to press against your lips- But Choso had other plans.

His parted lips pressed onto the center of your forehead, pulling away with your head in his hands. It wasn't disappointment- more like a challenge that you felt. “Goodnight,” he spoke your name in an intoxicating tone, softly taking his hands from your face and taking a step back from you.

You couldn't help but smile at his chivalry, “You're cruel.” you whispered, earning a quiet half-laugh from his chest.

“It’s not respectful to kiss you on a first date.” He scolded playfully, watching you roll your eyes lightheartedly.

You stared at him as you leaned your back onto the door, placing your hand on the brass knob before sucking your teeth. “When is a respectful time then?” you murmured, watching his hands slide into his coat pockets.

“Third. Maybe even fourth date.” he smiled, knowing that would gain a feigned groan of dissatisfaction from you. Though it was earlier than you'd like- 10:43 to be exact, you were still grateful he was courteous enough to bring you back home as though you had a curfew.

“Goodnight Cho.” you smiled, turning the brass knob as he kept his eyes on you.

Were the porch light on you’d be able to see the beaming blush on his cheeks, “Goodnight.” he replied sweetly, watching as you stepped into your house, taking one last look at him before waving a small goodbye.

Choso was able to contain the excitement in his throat till he turned away from your porch, his lungs threatening to start hyperventilating as he tried to confirm with himself if that actually just happened. He stood at the car door- looking up at the sky and thanking whatever celestial being was out there for the lucky hand he was dealt.

There was one thought in his mind at that moment. He was now sure that you made him feel more alive and far less lost than he felt without you. And he relished in that thought as he drove back to his apartment, no longer fearing the future- if anything he was thrilled to know that for the first time, love finally loved him back.

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and if I told you I over indulged sooo much in this chapter??? and if i said........ I almost hemorrhaged writing this?!!! this was too cute, (just wait till I write abt the first time they have sex) And if you're curious- yes the rewarding cigarette was delicious.

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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months

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teenagers pt 7 idea since u asked but idk- maybe it's readers birthday and hobie wanted to do something special for her birthday?? :,,)

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬... 𝐏𝐭 𝟏𝟎!!

This is for the anon who told me that it was their birthday today 😚

Hobie looked around the apartment, Miguel wasn’t too thrilled about the party, but he’d do it for you.

“Alright, she should be home any minute now. Gwen texted me and said she’s almost here.”

You were a bit confused when Gwen told you she wanted to go shopping with you, but you didn’t care and went anyways. You were now carrying multiple bags as Gwen tried to slow down as much as possible.

“Everyone in their positions.”

Miguel mumbled something under his breath about the hat Hobie made him wear.

Gwen opened the door as you put down the stuff. It was dark in the house, and you couldn’t see shit.

“Surprise!” Everyone came out at different times, clearly not planned very well as someone struggled to switch on the light.

“Turn on the light for f-“ the light turned on and there was a banner hung, Miguel’s arms folded as he rolled his eyes at Hobie. Hobie with a giant smile on his face.

“Wow- hello.. everyone.” You said, laughing.

“Happy birthday!” Jessica yelled, you smiled and laughed at her. And you went up to Hobie.

“You did all this for me?” You looked at the gifts and the balloons.

“Sure did. Your dad wasn’t too happy bout it but..”

You kissed him, and Miguel rolled his eyes again.

“Okay, stop doing that in front of everyone.” Miguel broke you both up. You hugged Miguel. His eyes widened, he looked at everyone and patted your back.

“Happy birthday, kid.” He handed you a personal present.

It was a necklace and to anyone else it might not mean much, but to you it was perfect.

A necklace you knew was once Gabriella’s. This was his way of calling you his daughter, of saying that he loved you.

You looked back at him.

“Miguel..”

“I thought it made sense, I can’t hold onto it forever. Sorry it’s not much-“

You hugged him again.

“It’s perfect. Thank you.” You held the necklace in your hands, and put it on.

He smiled ever so slightly as you did so.

“Alright. Very sweet, now let’s get onto the other million presents.” Peter said, mayday strapped to him as always. You laughed and nodded.

Hobie smiled at Miguel. Miguel just looked at him.

“Didnt know he had it in him.” He told you.

“Neither did I.” You shrugged, and smiled at Hobie.

“I love you. I hope you know that.” He said with a smile.

“I know. I love you.” You kissed him on the cheek.

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jiselleeeeeeeeeee · 2 years

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First dates with Luxiem ♡ (HC)

Author's notes: I suddenly had like a moment when my brain was like “It's time to write something” so here I am

General tags: Fluff!

Luca Kaneshiro ♡

Ok for some reason, I strongly believe that Luca is a fun loving outdoor date person. So I think Luca would be the type to ask you out for carnivals, music festivals and even theme parks :D

I personally think that Luca would try his best to match his outfit with you in terms of colour and aesthetic, and when you compliment his outfit, he would say “Your outfit is pog too! POOOGGG-”

Luca will definitely try to win every game possible to impress you, you can't tell me otherwise. So be prepared to go home with bags of prizes won by him :D

Of course, he would be a gentleman and offer to drop you home before he goes back (Unless one of you is staying overnight, but we'll save that for another time)

Luca would gladly be your photographer for the day and make sure that you have lots of photos to post after your date~ but you'll have to be patient and teach him how to take nice photos at certain angles 😌

Carnivals, so there will be food. Luca gives me the vibe that he WILL buy every food possible for the both of you, and when you can't finish, he'll probably offer to finish :""

Be prepared to be over-POGGED because this baby will go “POGGGGGGGGG” at everything he sees :3

Overall a fun and exciting first date, with lots of pog ♡

Vox Akuma ♡

Hear me out, Vox gives me the vibes of a very classic fine dining first date :O

He would sort out your preferences in food and book a really fancy restaurant in advance

Knowing Vox, he would probably tease you a little by repeating how cute you look in your outfit and how flustered you look when he compliments you

Besides dinner, I think he would be the type to also buy you flowers and a small present, like the “I think it looks good on you” kinda person

As much as Vox is pretty much a confident man who knows what he's doing, I think he would be pretty nervous. He would stutter every now and then and sometimes may need you to initial a topic to talk about :D

And I think he would be a little clumsy because he's nervous, he would probably accidentally drop the menu or stumble over something. You can't blame him though, can you :3

I think Vox would naturally offer to pay for dinner even if you said you don't mind splitting the bill. He would only agree if you keep insisting, but will probably buy you something else in return some other day :D

Vox would definitely drop you home, he insists! And he would only leave after seeing you reach your apartment or after you text him that you're home safe

Before leaving, Vox would probably steal a lil peck on your forehead or hand and say “Good night darling~” :D

Very romantic man and date, and of course, flirting ♡

Mysta Rias ♡

This man would probably attempt to ask you out to the arcade and make you pay 😃/j

Since Mysta is a indoor person, I think he would be the type to ask if you were comfortable having a stay at home date.

Of course if you weren't, he's totally fine with going to the arcade with you

As much as Mysta is unseiso on streams, I think he would try his best to stop himself from saying unseiso things on your first date, but it doesn't stop him from cursing loudly in arcades when he loses a game, or when he loses a game match to you at home :""

I think Mysta would be trying so hard to impress you, but would fail sometimes because he is so conscious around you :>

If you guys happen to be at home, Mysta will actually convince you that he can cook dinner, he will go like “Have faith in me ok, I am a chef, I played cooking simulator” This is a cue for you to calm him down and convince HIM to have food delivery :>

If you guys are outside, Mysta will probably ask you what you would like for dinner, and probably say that he does it better than the place you guys have dinner at 🤌

I really do think that Mysta is a very shy guy irl and he would struggle to ask you a lot of things, like if you wanted him to drop you home first

He's afraid that you might be uncomfortable having him to know where you stay, so unless you ask him yourself, he'll probably need a few more dates in order to gain confidence to ask you :<

Mysta would probably also be very shy about physical contact, so I think he would prefer if you would offer to hold his hand first rather than him making the first move :3

Overall, it would be a very sweet date, a little shy, but you'll have more time with him ♡

Ike Eveland ♡

I actually pondered for a long time for Ike, but I think Ike would bring you to a nice themed cafe, like a cat cafe for the first date

I think that Ike would actually be SO nervous for your first date, he would wake up really early just to get ready and would be there early :D

I think Ike would get super duper nervous when he sees you can will start going on and on

“You look so good today! Do you need help with your bag? Do you want to have a snack or drink? Do you...” sort of guy

Ike would probably admire you silently instead of directly confessing it, and he would take really nice and aesthetic photos of you when you're not looking :D

Ike would be very subtle about physical affection, he would take initiative to hold your hand, but he would probably only hold the tip of your hands :3

I think Ike would definitely want to pay for everything on the first date, but he would allow you to pay for some on subsequent dates, just not this time :>

I think compared to dropping you home directly, he would ask first “would you like me to drop you home? Or...”

Even if you said you can go home on your own, he would still accompany you until you get on the transport home. He would also text you/call you on your way home to make sure you are safe throughout the whole journey :D

Definitely makes you text him when you're home safe :D

It's a simple date, but it's definitely a wonderful memory ♡

Shu Yamino ♡

Greets you with “eYYYY baBy” when he sees you :""

Shu gives me the vibes of internet cafe date vibes

Although he has his own set up at home, he would still like to spend time with you irl playing games and snacking away at the internet cafe :D

If you are unfamiliar with the game, Shu would be more than happy to guide you along and sometimes even carry you through the game :D

And every time you make an achievement in the game, Shu would definitely say good job to you :D

Shu doesn't stop you from snacking, but would constantly remind you to drink water to avoid getting sore throat :3

I think Shu would be more of a “best friend vibes” boyfriend, and both of you are more casual and comfortable with each other

Shu would be willing to display physical affection first, but he would definitely ask if you were comfortable

Shu is totally comfortable with holding hands, putting his arm over your shoulders and lil surprise forehead pecks once in a while :3

Shu would probably want to drop you off, but if you insist that you can go home yourself, he would still accompany you, similar to Ike <3

Overall it's a really fun and simple date, and Shu would definitely ask you out for an internet cafe date soon ♡

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hirsheyskisses · 2 years

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I found your page and I really love your works! Anw, May I request for taking a bath together with Mysta Rias—lil bit of spicy 👀—after a long day? Thank you!

❝BUBBLE BATH TIME!❞

°⌜Mysta Rias x Reader⌟°

°⌜NSFW. MINORS DNI.⌟°

Spicy! But. not too spicy! Hope you enjoy-

#2: wellll my brain didnt have the capacity to write full blown-smut but its still spicy-

"Ughhhh.. I am sore all over."

Mysta complained, setting his bag on the ground, and flopping himself next to you.

It didn't surprise you: seven days. With who knows how much sleep he'd gotten. Mysta had been one of the chosen to crack a murder case. Just from the few texts Mysta had sent to you, you could tell it had taken a large toll on your poor boyfriend.

"Well.. you're home now." You replied, and as Mysta placed his head against your shoulder with a groan, your hands moved to his shoulders, massaging gently. "Oh.. god.. fuck yeah, im.. home." Mysta groaned, body stretching and leaning further into your touch. Purposely allowing his head to slide down a bit to rest on your chest.

A few content moments passed before you had an idea.

"..How about a bath? I've got some nice smelling bath bombs, and then after i can make you your favorite."

His eyes finally opened, showing some peaked interest. But call it the childish brat in him, because,

"One condition." "And that would be?" "...You gotta bathe with me."

That mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Lord, why could you never say no to this damn fox?

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So, that led you here.

In a warm, bubbly bath tub, with your boyfriend's back resting against your chest. In all honesty, you weren't complaining. Your hands massaging the tight muscles in his shoulders, surprisingly, your boyfriend hadn't said a single flirty remark. That was about what told you just how tired he was.

God, your hands felt so good. Mysta was melting to your touch, his breath coming out in soft pants and groans.

"Mmm.. damn babe.." Mysta finally spoke, opening one eye to look up at you.

"Feel good?" "Almost too good.." He slowly turned around, so he had you pinned to the tub. Before you could even open your mouth to question him, Mysta caught your lips in a rather heated kiss. Your soapy hands running up his bare back and into his hair.

His tongue, exploring your mouth; one hand now with you pinned, the other sneaking under the water to rub your thigh. Slowly breaking away, your chest heaved gently, staring up at Mysta with soft, starry eyes. "Mysta.."

His gorgeous eyes staring right back into your own. "Heh.. Can i?"

Knowing exactly what he meant, you nodded your head.

It only took Mysta a few seconds to get both your bodies situated. Now, you on top of him, slowly sinking onto his hardened cock, him groaning softly.

"Fuck.."

Yeah, you were about at the same page. Mysta filled you so good, his hands sending shivers down your spine as they rubbed up and down your sides.

"I could stay like this forever, (Name).."

The soap from the bath bomb was, thankfully, hiding the more shameful parts of your body. But- this was relaxing. No real goal besides being close as possible to each other.

"....I'm glad to be back." Mysta whispered.

"..So am i."

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thecontumacious · 2 years

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"He's gone, come over!"

a/n: now because i accidentally deleted 🌹 anon's ask, they basically asked for luxiem w/ this trend from tiktok. i hope you're seeing this okay anon! ^^ warning: slightly suggestive!

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

as you finally see vox pull out of the driveway, you quickly open your texts and send him the appropriate message

the second you sent it, vox has already read it and the car outside stopped in the middle of the street. it was luckily early morning so no one was really around to drive

you begin to laugh when you see him back the car into the driveway once again and immediately exit

he sees you through the window. he sends you a smirk

eh?

did he know?

your heart sinks to the ground, but at the same time you feel somewhat excited

vox rushes inside the house again and not a moment too soon, he's opening the bedroom door with a look you couldn't decipher. it scared you tbh but--

"so, care to tell me why you intend to make me jealous this early in the morning, dear?" though he claims he's jealous, the expression plastered onto his face says otherwise

your instincts tell you that he's only doing this to tease you--the fact he was literally just leaning against the doorway, arms crossed while smirking really perceives that

you could've retaliated, you could've deflected, you could've taken more charge

but you let the demon they call vox overpower you anyway

so effortlessly too

he approaches you and easily traps you against the bed with his arms, the smirk not ceasing for even a moment

he taps your chin, "well? are you going to answer me?"

"we-well i..."

you had a plan you swear. but vox just decided to throw that out the window

your eyes end up avoiding his, flustered

vox chuckles to his delight as he grabbed you by your chin to face him once more. this time, his expression seemed darker and you worry for your fate of today

"if you're going to prank me, you have to execute it correctly, love," he whispers, his eyelids lowering and lips just a few milimeters away

see, he knew it was just a joke

yet here he was, acting like he'd fallen for it just a few minutes ago

he curls his arm around your waist and his breath is now against your ear, sending a ripple of shivers down your back

"payback time," vox grins, shifting to your neck as his lips grazed on the skin. goosebumps raise and so does your heartbeat rate

he places soft, lingering kisses all over you collarbone and neck with such expertise. so much passion, but not too much where you're subconsciously begging for more

exactly how vox wanted you, so he lets go at the last minute

you let out an unwilling whine, fingers chasing after vox when you miss his presence

the demon coos satisfactorily, much to your dismay, "awe, someone needy this morning? my, my."

this was supposed to be a prank on him how did it turn on you

you pout at him, "vox..."

he cocks his head to the side, taunting, "yes?"

you've always wondered why you put up with his antics, then again it's why you fell in love with him in the first place. you groan, pride far too bruised to admit anything at this point

so vox leans in and pecks the top of your head before slipping away again with a huge grin on his infuriatingly handsome face. "i'll see to this matter finished after i return, yes?"

with nothing else to say (and definitely not complaining), you bite your lip and nod at his words, earning a smile of approval from your lover

"good. now behave for me, love. i'll see you in a bit," vox winks and he's out the door again.

who knows what he might have up his sleeve when he comes home later

other boys utc!

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

just as mysta was about to back out from the driveway, you press send and merely sit and watch for his reaction

from the window, you could see him pause to look at your text and the look of horror on his face upon reading it. he immediately steps on the brakes and fumbles around before finally getting out of the car

mysta comically stomps his way back into the house with his phone displaying your most recent text, face flushed and utterly confused

"babe???" he calls out, turning to you who seemed to be casually scrolling through your phone

you throw him an innocent smile, "oh, hey mysta! i thought you were gonna head out?"

his eye twitches before shoving his phone into your hands, the tone of his voice high, "yeah, until i saw this."

you pretend to be looking and let out a gasp, widening your eyes, "oh shit, that wasn't supposed to be for you, mysta..."

"HUH?" he looks at you as though you just grew a second head, fairly taken aback and surprisingly absorbing in your act pretty easily

sigh this poor man

"then who the fuck was it for????" he seemed mad? but also sad? and confused and still pretty shocked? it was comedic really

it became harder to hold back your laughter every time mysta said something

"hey! answer meeeee," mysta resorts to tugging on your sleeve, his lip curling out as he begs with his eyes. that was when you couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing in the next second

"hey, what's so funny, huh??"

"you, mysta. you're funny," you respond, giggling as he pouted even more. you gently took his face into your hands, squishing his cheeks as you place a chaste kiss on his lips as a preliminary apology gift. "i'm sorry, baby. it's just a prank."

"so no one's actually coming over?" mysta asks plainly

you nod, "yes. no one is coming over, love. i promise."

"hmph," the detective then places his head onto your lap, the need for the morning errand disappearing the longer he stayed there.

you pat his hair, "didn't you say you were going to run an errand?"

he mumbles, "i can do it later. i still haven't forgiven you for pranking me."

you can only laugh at what he says, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "i'm sorry baby. is there something i can do to make it up to you then?"

but he's oddly quiet and you start to worry

"mysta?"

said man raises his head and properly looks you in the eye. and there's a very genuine frown on his face

something sharp pokes at your chest and you begin to ask yourself if it was because of the supposedly harmless prank

"i was really worried for a second you were seeing someone besides me," he admits, looking away

oh shit

you sometimes do forget that mysta is not a complete clown. he's not always about fun and games. there are certain times where he really looks down on himself like this and you regret to have ever sent that text to him

you immediately bring him into your hold, whispering, "baby, i'm so, so sorry. i didn't mean it. i promise. you know i love you so much right? i would never think about being with someone else when i have you."

mysta hums, burying his face into your neck. "payback is a bitch huh?"

"wait huh??"

you feel the vibration of his chuckle against your skin and you realize that he had turn the tables on you

"mysta!" you hit his back lightly and he pulls away to pinch your pink cheeks

"how the turntables, eh?" he wiggles his eyebrows. but after a while, he holds your face and kisses you. "but thank you for saying that. it made me feel better. and i love you too."

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

luca makes it into the car and puts the key into the ignition. so you hurriedly take out your phone and type away the intended text, now all there is to wait for his response

boss ❤️ : is a friend coming over, babe?

and while his car did indeed stop, it didn't look like he was going to exit anytime soon

your heart deflates at the lack of response (and quite frankly how oblivious this man can be when it came to these things)

but how could you blame him for being incredibly trusting of you like this?

when you don't respond for a few minutes, your phone begins to vibrate and you realize that luca now is calling you--

"he-hello? luca?" you stutter through the line

"sorry if i scared you, honey! but about that text," he began, seemingly leaning into the car seat as far as you could see. "it sounds like i'm not supposed to know someone is coming over. something up, babe?"

you drag a hand over your face, "it's nothing baby, forget i sent that okay?"

"huh? wait no."

you hear him shift around the car and the door opening. you look out the window and see the mafia boss making his way back up into the mansion

seriously, this guy goes back inside in a hurry not because you sent a suspicious text but because you said 'never mind'

that's luca kaneshiro for you, i guess

you actually don't know what you had just put yourself into. how could you even thought that this type of prank would work on someone like luca anyway?

today was just not it huh

in a matter of minutes, the bedroom door opens and there's luca panting from jogging his way back over here

he cocks his eyebrow at you and you simply wave at him sheepishly

"do you wanna tell me what's going on, y/n?" luca inquires, taking a seat next to you

this entire time he'd been making his way up, you were desperately trying to find an explanation to give to him but in the end, as luca smiles at you innocently you don't have the heart to keep up the act

you whine, looking away while you crossed your arms, "it didn't work."

"what didn't work?"

"that text i sent you lucaaaa," you tug on his sleeve, causing him to laugh. "it was supposed to be a prank. like, make you worry that i was inviting someone else over. but you being you, it didn't work."

"oh you silly thing," luca continues to snicker at you

not only did the prank not work, now you're the butt of the joke all because of his plain innocence

"even if it was real though, i definitely would have thought you were just inviting a friend over or something without me knowing," he shrugs and this somehow infuriates you more

but you smile through it, sighing as there was not much hope left for the prank to go on

"ah, forget it, luca."

"were you trying to make me jealous?"

you turn to him and on luca kaneshiro's face is an expression you barely see. a devious smirk and an unspoken intention under that seemingly innocent face of his

he suddenly has you lying on your back, face hovering just a couple inches above you

luca's finger traces against your jaw while he smiles, "you're going to have to try harder, honey~"

what is going on who the heck is this

"lu-luca..."

your face is a thousand different shades of red and while you're usually rly composed and the one making luca shy, he has you wrapped around his finger

he leans down and places a kiss on your lips, but just as you're about to return the gesture, he pulls away quickly and gets off the bed

"luca?" you call out

"sorry, babe, i still gotta go!" he hangs his coat over his wide shoulders and heads for the door, having the audacity to leave you hanging

when you don't say anything, luca turns around and winks at you, "next time okay?"

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

for a bit of backstory, you were slightly scared to even execute the prank but since you barely do any on ike anyway, you wanted to see his reaction for once

so as soon as he was about to drive into the main road, you quickly hit send and anxiously await his reaction

you see his phone light up and he pauses to check for a second

it only takes him the next second to roll down the window and look at you

you flinch and without much thinking, you decide to just wave at him innocently

ike frowns at you, looking back between you and his phone, seemingly weighing his options at the moment

ike eveland was a straightforward man most times so to see him flustered over a decision like this was definitely something worth seeing every once and a while

you might get your ass kicked later but it's fine~

you giggle when ike visibly gets irritated and decides to park his car again, exiting once it was in the right spot

the door blasts open and there is ike with a face of mixed emotions, mainly being confusion and suspicion of your most recent text

"sorry, what's going on?" he asks, approaching you

you cock your head to the side, "what do you mean? and why are you back?"

ike raises an eyebrow at you.

he was perceptive like that. it was only a matter of time before he knows something is up

"you're hiding something from me, aren't you?" taking a seat across you, his golden eyes begin to search you up and down and you can't help but feel a bit uneasy

"i don't know what you mean, ike," you deny while smiling. "but seriously, did you forget something?"

he stares at you for a few seconds before letting out a small chuckle, leaning his head sideways. "you know what? i think i did. what was it...?"

ike puts a hand to his chin, then he looks at you with a bright light in his eyes. he comes forward and kisses your nose before standing up again for the door.

you sit there, baffled by the sudden gesture of affection.

ike laughs, "that. i forgot that. i'll be back soon, sweetheart."

then he leaves. as though he really did just forget to give you a goodbye kiss.

huh

you tap your nose where he pecked you and begin to contemplate whether that was considered a fail. he did give you a reaction, but as you kept acting like it was nothing, he... bought it?

quite underwhelming

your phone suddenly rings, which makes you jump as you had been too deep in thought. you went to pick it up and see it's from ike?

"he--"

"hi mom! sorry to bother you, but do you still have grandma's/grandpa's wedding ring?"

huh????

you don't say anything, your brain frazzled from what ike had just said. wait, he was meant to call his mother! you should tell him that--

"i've been thinking about it... you know, marrying y/n soon. and grandma/grandpa always liked to tell you to give their wedding ring to me one day. so, i wanted to know if i could pick it up from your house now."

HUH

"u-um, ike?" you stammer, holding the phone a bit too loosely as it was about to fall. you have so much to say but you don't know how to

was he going to propose to you soon? was that why he wanted to leave the house?????

"oh, älskling! sorry! you weren't supposed to hear that!" ike frantically says through the phone.

"well--ike--"

but then he begins to laugh uncontrollably, leaving you confused. it only clicks to you what is happening

"oh my fucking god, ike eveland! that was so not funny! and here i thought you were actually going to propose to me," you frown, heart deflating just a bit at the thought of it. though it meant to be a joke, you couldn't help but think it was a bit disappointing...

"but älskling, i do want to marry you someday," ike interjects, his voice dripping with honey. "and i promised my mother i'd use my grandmother's wedding ring too. it may not be today, sweetheart, but it will happen. i just wanted to get payback."

sweetest payback you've ever gotten...

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

when shu is about to walk towards the bus stop, he gets a text from you. a suspicious one at that.

you on the other hand were sneakily watching him from the window waiting for his reaction on the text

but what you don't expect is a call from the sorcerer, which makes you jump and panic because this was not one of the outcomes the internet had told you about

you hesitantly pick up, bringing the phone to your ear

"hello? shu?" you call out

"baby, is someone coming over?" he asks plainly.

this would've been the desired reaction from an average standing point, but shu definitely didn't sound worried or the least bit suspicious

"wh-what do you mean?" you stutter, laughing nervously

"the text you sent me...? why are you hiding this from me?" it's only then he begins to sound worried. he walks a bit to the side so he isn't in the way of anyone on the sidewalk. "you know you don't have to hide anything from me, right? as long as it's not any shady person off the street you're inviting over, i have no problem with it."

how could you pull a prank like this on someone like shu, huh?

he's known to be a very chill boyfriend so you figured that he probably wouldn't get jealous much

you also know that shu puts a huge trust in you

besides, he's got himself a handful of friends of both male and female, it wouldn't be fair to you if he restricted you from meeting your own friends

"o-oh, um, yeah... sure," you answer awkwardly.

"hm? you okay?"

you shake your head by reflex, but you remember you're on a call. "yeah, dandy. you go on ahead then shu. i'll see you later."

"now hold on, now i know something is up. babe, what are you not telling me?"

always sees right through you...

"it's nothing, shu. i promise," you laugh nervously, itching to find an excuse to just close the phone already. but seeing as shu is already hot on your tails, noticing how you get even more anxious by the second, there was no way he was gonna let you go so easily

he hums, "the fact you say it's nothing makes it look more like something."

see?

"did you accidentally set off a curse or something? come on, just spit it out so we can deal with it sooner, y/n."

it technically is a curse that you casted upon yourself really

when you don't answer for a few seconds, you hear shu starting to move again. through the window, you see him walking back towards the house.

"alright, i'm coming back. i can run that errand later," he says and before you could say anything else (not like it would help anyway), he closes the line

in a matter of minutes, shu is already opening the door and looking at you expectantly, "so? what's the curse?"

you sigh, "it's not anything like that, shu, i promise. it's just um..."

then you refuse to look him in the eye, more so because of how flustered you are.

footsteps head towards you and shu appears in your vision, crouched down so he could see your face. he smiles at you once, which makes you shy

"yeah?" he beckons you to continue.

"the text i sent was supposed to be a prank!" you say quickly, but shu catches your words just fine as he laughs gently. you curl a lip at him. "i told you it was nothing..."

"nah, it's pretty cute of you to even try a prank like that on me. was that supposed to make me panic or jealous?" he asks you

"i just wanted to know how'd you react is all... but yeah, most of the results suggest they'd be jealous," you bit your lip. shu raises an eyebrow at you and he suddenly comes closer by leaning up against you between your legs

with his nose just a few inches away from you, you involuntarily gulp

"and if i did get jealous, what would you have expected me to do, cutie?" he smirks, tapping your leg

"i-i don't know!" you deny

he laughs again, pressing a kiss to the edge of your lips. "you really are so cute. i can see why you wanted to try that prank. try a bit harder next time."

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doudouneverte · 1 year

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Secret

a/n: you start to know i just write when i'm in the mood.

*not my GIF*

Maria Hill x Streamer!F!Reader; Avenger x Female!Reader (potential WandaNat)

Summary: Where Maria Hill sneak out every night?

Type: Fluff

Warning: nothing (maybe an attempt to be funny)

word count: ~2012

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The avenger was more than a team; they were family, and a family share their secret right? At least that what they thought but one question were constantly in their mind. Where Maria Hill sneak out every night? The woman was know to have her secret of course but something tell them it was something more than a simple secret. Honnestly it was, but she didn't know how she could tell them.

In your apartment a friday night, you were streaming on twitch, it's one of your favorite activites beside spent time with your fiancé. You were playing at Residant Evil 8 while respinding to tha chat. 'good evenig Y/n, i hope you're good. I strated to follow you the last month you're my favorite streamer.' you read loudly, "Aw, Scarlet_Witch-21 thanks you. I'm fine thanks you and you? and by the way i like your username, scarlet witch is my favorite avenger." you replied. You were playing when a new chat caugh your attention, 'wait Y/n, where is Maria?' someone asked and you smiled, "well, she's at work now. She work but she should be here soon. Thanks you to think about her." you said and after that the chat was drowning under lot of text like 'we want our queen' or 'i hope she's not overworking' or even 'We miss Maria'. You laughed at their messages, of course they loved her and honestly it made you happy to know they almost love her more than you.

You replied at some message but it started to be late. "well, guys. I'm sorry but i need to end the live now, Maria will come back in few hours and i need to cook something. I know she will be too tired for that." you said and a lot of comment poped. The viewer asked you to stay or say their good night at your fiancé and smiled. When you where ready to cut the camera you saw a comment from Scarlet_Witch-21. 'Who's Maria?' she asked. "She's my fiancé." you replied, "Usually she like to talk while i played but she was busy because of her work since the last two month. I hope you could see her the next time Scarlet Witch." you added and after thaat you really ended the stream.

At the compound Wanda came out of her bedroom for the first time in the 3 previous hours, she walked to the kitchen and found Maria and Natasha who were talking. "Good evening girls" she said, and the women looked at her.

"Hey Wanda, where were you?" Maria asked

"In my bedroom. I deiscovered a new streamer the last month and she's kind and i like her streams" she explained and the brunette nodded. After that they talked about evrything and nothing. At 11 pm, the Sokovian decided it was the good moment to try to sleep. "Well, i love you girls but i will sleep." she announced

"Good night" the two woman said.

"I thinks, i'll followed her soon if you know what i mean" Natasha said playfully and her best friend laughed

"Go catch the girl, Romanoff." she replied and the Russiand smirked before leaving. The brunette looked at her phone and was greeted but five messaged from you

You

[9:34 pm] : i just end my stream i will start to cook

[9:36 pm] : wait would you come to eat or you will sleep at work?

[9:52 pm] : ria why i can't find the last piece of my cake?

[10:47 pm] : i finish to cook you can come now

[10:58 pm] : oh and don't overwork i promise at my vewiers you'll be here for the next stream

Maria

[11:10 pm] : sorry i just finish i'll be home soon. do you want something?

She smiled at herself, sometime she wonder what she did in her previous life to be yours. Maria didn't wait more before leave the tower with a wide smile on her face. Tony saw the SHIELD rushed out of the tower and made a mental to tease her until she gave him a proper respons.

You

[11:12 pm] : you!!

Twenty minutes after your last text Maria opened the door of your shared apartement "Y/n, babe. I home." she said

"In the bedroom" you replied. She took of her jacket, she dropped her bag and ket her key in the bowl before follow your voice. You were playing at your switch when you heard her footstep; you raise your head to meet a pretty tired Maria. "Oh babe, you look horrible." you joked

"You're lucky, I'm not in the mood to kick your ass now" she replied. You stood up from your bed and let the console on it, you walked to your fiancé and wrapped your arm around her neck

"Good evening Mrs. Hill." you whispered before connected you lips with hers.

"I missed you Mrs. Hill." she said after she broke the kiss.

"I know but you what i know too?" you asked and she frown her eyebronws, "you didn't eat yet." you replied and she smiled

"you know me so well." she said

"Uh, i'm not fan of the idea to marry a stranger even if it could be interesting." you remarked and she laughed. You spanked playfuly her butt "Go to eat agent Hill. I'll prepare you a bath." you said and she laughed

After she ate and took a good bath she crowled under your arms in the bed. She pushed you on your back and rested her head on your chest. You were already asleep and she knew that so she just placed a kiss on your lips and whispered "good night babe and thanks you."

The next morning she was in the kitchen at the tower at 9 am when Natasha came and sat next to her. All the avenger were eating when the Russian broke the comfortable silence.

"You did that again." she said and everybody looked at her. "Maria. She sneaked out the last night again." she explained and now every one was looking at the brunette.

"What a snitch" she mumbled and the black widow smirked.

"Oh it's interesting now" Yelean said, she already forget the breakfast.

"Yeah, where were you Hill?" Tony asked, and your fiancé blushed

"I don't know what you're talking about" she denied

"Friday." the billionaire said

"Ms Hill leave the tower at 11:14 pm the last night." the IA said innocently and now the SHIELD agent couldn't deny more.

"Oooh. I didn't think you were someone like that" Sam teased her and earned a glare from the agent.

"What's his name?" Steve asked

"Or her?" Wanda remarked and right Maria whished she never leaved the bed in the morning

She wanted to reply when her phone rang, she everybody was now focused on the screen and they saw 'Queen Prince' with a pic of you disguised at Wonder Woman they fought back their laugh. After what seem a eternity she picked up with her co-worker's gaze on her. "Hey good morning babe." she said and the avengers was shocked to see the other side of your fiancé they never see before.

"Hey Ria, where are you?" you asked and at your voice she knew you were in your sleepy state.

"At work…" she said hesitently

You pull away the phone to look at the time "It's 9 am babe and it's Saturday. Come on you promise me to spend the morning with me." you replied and she felt sorry instantly. She thought a moment before said something she knew she will regret.

"You can come at the tower if you want." she said and the heroes' eye wided and yours too.

"Wait, are you sure? I mean you it's not like we have the same job, you work with the Avenger." you said shock by her request.

"Don't worry i think they'll be happy to meet you." she said and you didn't wait longer. She smiled when you hang on with a quick 'i love you'. she was in her little cloud when she met the other gaze again "I think you'll met her soon" she said and excuse herself without more word.

After one hour and half you were in front of the tower. You choose to wear a simple sweatpant and one of Maria's blue navy sweat; you knew you should wore something more class but she promise you a cuddle session and you wanted to be comfy for that. When you enter in the tower you were greeted by your fiancé. She kissed you and led you in the elevator, and when the door opened you were in front of the infamous Black Widow.

"Maria I think I don't need a present day for this year." you said but your eyes didn't leave the red haired in front of you.

When you met all the avenger the witch finally remembered where she saw the girl on the screen of Maria. She rushed to the living room she had to aske something at the brunette but she were surprised to met you. You turned your head when you heard footstep and you were shock to find the Scarlet Witch.

"Wait you're…" you both said at the same time. Wanda and you looked at Maria "wait she's…" you said at the same time again. Your fiancé laughed at the interaction. But after that you and the sokovian had aparently the same idea when you shook each other hand and said "i'm a big fan of yours" yes, again at the same time. This time all the avenger started to noticed what was happening and laughed; that made you and the witch blushed.

"Uh, sorry." you said "I'm Y/n and you're like my favorite avenger" you added shyly

"Uh, I'm Wanda and you're like my favorite streamer" she replied shyly too and looked at with your mouth wide open "well since one month but yeah" she clarified

"Wait, Scarlet_Witch-21 ?" you asked and she nodded "Oh my. I don't know what to say." you added

"Sorry not sorry to break your meeting but I made a promise at my fiancé." Maria said; she grabbed your ams and started to walked to her office

"Wait fiancé?" Natasha yelled, and you looked at her while Maria nodded "And when you were supposed to tell me?" the russian asked

"Never!" the brunette and ran to her office with your arm under hers. In her office she quicliy placed you on her lap and you hugged her instinctivly. You spend the day to cuddle with her everywhere in the tower: in the meeting room; in her office; in the kitchen; on the couch in the living room.

In the evening Fury came to see the hero and was surptise to see you, "Mrs. Hill?" he asked. And everyone looked at him

"Hey Nick," you greeted him and he glared at you "Excuse me Fury" you apologised and Maria laughed

"Wait you know her?" Natasha asked

"Of course i was the one who conviced agent Hill to propose her" he replied nonchalently and everyone gasped at the revelation "What, you didn't know?" he asked and everybody shook their head "Oh, sorry I thought since agent Barton know she had tell you." he said before leave the room

"Clint seriously?" Natasha said obviously angry at the confession

"Wait even Legolass knew?" Tony asked this time

"Wow i thought they knew" you asked at Maria and she smirked "I think it's the right time to tell them we will mary tomorrow" you added a little loudly

"Wait, what tomorrow!!?" they all screamed and Maria sighed.

Yeah Maria Hill had a lot of secret, but not for you. The next day she would say 'yes' and even if she didn't let them know she was really glad that they found about you. Maria was an agent so of course she had secret but right now her family found her biggest one and even if she know it'll be weird for them, she's happy to proudly say them she's yours and you were hers.

#maria hill #maria hill x female!readeer #maria hill x reader #maria hill x you #maria hill imagine #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x female reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #avengers x platonic reader #avenger x reader #i need more maria fic

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readingunderstars · 10 months

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Blue Dream - One

Dealer!Ellie Williams x OC, College/University AU

Sypnosis:

Ria Ortiz is a sophomore at Valerie College, grappling with the difficulties of a long-distance relationship. In preparation for her friend's birthday party, Ria needs to get her hands on some pre-rolls. Her regular plug only sells edibles, but he refers her to another dealer on campus—Ellie Williams.

Warnings: 18+!! recreational drug use

Word Count: 2.5k

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Professor Vargas’s office was everything one might hope for in a study. A massive shelf consumed the far wall, full to the brim with science books. Before it, a colossal desk was home to the Chair of the Biology department at Valerie College. Photographs from decades of research adorned every corner. Professor Vargas was in all of them, holding sea urchins, embracing her teams, petting turtles.

Ria stared at them in awe as she waited for the professor to finish whatever she was writing in her computer. At once, the typing ceased, and Professor Vargas removed her glasses, setting them aside. “Thank you for your patience,” she said, and looked at Ria in the chair opposite her. “Miss Ortiz, I have news for you.”

Straightening her posture, Ria fidgeted with her ring. “Did you hear back from the Monterey program?”

Professor Vargas opened one of her drawers, and retrieved a blue envelope, sliding it across the dark wood of her desk. Ria took the envelope. It was from the Biology department. She looked up to Professor Vargas, who was watching expectantly. “Did I get in?”

“Open it,” Vargas said with a smile, and Ria’s fingers trembled as she ripped the side, pulling out a folded letter.

This was it. The reason she had come to Valerie. Well, not the only reason, but it was the biggest one. Valerie College partnered with the Monterey Bay Aquarium to create a marine biology summer program for its students. It was everything Ria wanted, from field work all over the west coast to the chance of studying marine life. Especially green sea turtles. She had spent countless hours preparing for this—studying, building a relationship with the department, interviewing, writing essays. And now she held the decision in her hand, a year and a half of hard work condensed into a single moment.

She opened it, and gasped as she read it, her eyes filling with tears. “Welcome to the team,” Professor Vargas said, standing to offer a congratulatory hug.

Ria jumped into her arms, closing her eyes, crying with happiness. “Thank you so much, Professor.”

“Please, we’ll be working together soon,” she replied. “Call me Melissa.”

Ria ran out of the science building complex and into the green center of campus. “AJ!” she screamed. Her brother looked up at the sound of his name, standing up from his spot under Old Tree, where she had seen him studying earlier. “I GOT IN!”

AJ laughed, grabbing his head with his hands. “For real?”

“YES!” The wind ran through her curls as she charged at AJ. Ria threw her tote on the ground as he braced for impact. She ran straight into him, launching them both unto the grass.

Rolling off him, Ria sighed and stared up at the massive canopy of Old Tree. Little laughs escaped her, still in disbelief.

“Congrats, renacuaja,” AJ said. Tadpole.

Ria shoved him, but couldn’t manage to be mad. She’d gotten in.

“You gotta tell Julian.”

Sitting up, Ria’s smile dropped. “You couldn’t let me have a moment before thinking about that?”

AJ shrugged. “Sorry,” he said. “But you do have to.”

“Ya te oí,” Ria said, waving her hand. I heard you already.

Ria’s phone vibrated in her back pocket, and she jumped. Unlocking her screen, she opened Snapchat to a notification from the only person she ever texted on the app—her dealer.

Ryan Murphy had replied to her question about some pre-rolls for tomorrow’s party.

murphyslaw: i only sell edibles

Ria groaned. He was the only dealer she’d bought from since her last one graduated, and Ria had promised to hook everybody up.

“What’s wrong?” AJ asked, going back to where his laptop sat.

“Murphy doesn’t sell bud,” she replied, twisting to look back at AJ.

He tsked. “I could’ve told you that.”

Giving him a look, Ria laid her head back down on the grass. Another notification popped up.

murphyslaw: my friend sells bud tho, she might have some. u want her info?

Fuck yeah, I do.

ria.ortiz: Yes pleaseee

murphyslaw: alr hold on

murphyslaw: @el_will

ria.ortiz: Thanks Murph, see you around

Typing in the username into the search bar, Ria laughed. El Will. The Will? She wondered if Murphy’s friend was Hispanic. It didn’t help that the account had no name, just an emoji of a fern. Ria added her.

Standing up, Ria swiped away any pieces of grass on her clothes and hair. Then she spotted her bag several feet away and picked it up, sitting against the trunk of Old Tree beside AJ. “What kind of gifts does Sasha like?” he asked.

Ria’s phone lit up again. “Um,” she said, seeing the dealer had added her back. That was quick.

el_will: you came from Ryan, right?

“Ria,” AJ called.

ria.ortiz: Yeah, he said you might have pre-rolls?

“What?” she said, not really paying attention to him.

“I asked you a question,” AJ said.

el_will: i do. right now i’ve got a sativa-dominant hybrid. that good?

“Hm?” Ria looked at him. “Oh. She likes candles.”

ria.ortiz: Yep, I just need 10 for tomorrow

“What did you get her?”

“Just get her a candle, AJ,” Ria said, watching as the dealer typed. “Can’t go wrong with that.”

el_will: alr so it’s 10 half-gram pre-rolls, $7 a piece. can you meet at 6?

ria.ortiz: Sounds good and yes

el_will: come to the green house across the street from Cedar Hall.

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Ria spent the rest of her afternoon in her dorm, first calling her parents to tell them the news, then doing assignments until her brain practically rotted. Closing her eyes, she decided to leave the rest for the following day, before the party.

Checking the time, she saw there was enough to grab dinner before picking up everyone’s share of the money. She grabbed a sad plate of pasta and questionable chicken and climbed up the hill to Birchwood Hall. Halle and Katherine had left their dorm unlocked for Ria, and the money was on Halle’s desk.

Two floors above them, Jamie handed her the cash. “I’m making jello shots. What flavor do you want?”

Looking at the flavor boxes laid out on Jamie’s bed, Ria took the blue one. “Berry Blue.”

“The only option,” Hugo said, walking into his boyfriend’s dorm. He took out his wallet and counted enough for two joints. “Thanks, Ria.”

“Anytime,” she said, and headed out.

The last stop was Sasha’s suite on the first floor of Cedar Hall. It was the dorm building across from the dealer’s house, and where the party would be held the following night. Ria knocked as a courtesy but didn’t wait for an answer before turning the knob—none of them ever locked the front door during the day.

The suite living room connected the three dorms within, two doubles and a single. Party decorations had been dumped on the small table, waiting to be put up. A foldable chair sat to either side of a couch, upon which one of Sasha’s suite mates sat, knitting. Rosa’s hands worked to make something Ria couldn’t identify out of the sage green yarn on the ground.

“Oh hey,” Rosa said, and stopped knitting to point at a roll of cash on the coffee table. “It’s all there. Sasha’s in her room, in case you wanted to see her.”

“Thanks,” Ria said as she counted the bills, walking to the door directly past the couch. Her hand barely touched the handle before Sasha opened the door, smiling brighter than usual.

“So?” she said, her brown eyes wide. “Did you talk to Vargas?”

That same happiness flooded Ria again, and she smiled just as brightly as Sasha. “I got in,” she said.

Sasha screamed jumping as she took Ria’s shoulders. “Oh my God!” Then she stopped, her jaw dropping. “Oh my God,” Sasha said. “Now you really have to tell Julian.”

Ria groaned, throwing herself on Sasha’s bed. “Why is that the first thing everyone says?”

“He’s your boyfriend, Ria. He needs to know at some point.” Sasha knelt beside the bed, and Ria turned her head to face her. “What’s scaring you?”

“I’m not scared… It’s just that we only see each other when I go home, and if I stay in California over the summer,” she covered her face with her hands, “I know he won’t like it.”

“Alright, so he doesn’t like it. What’s gonna happen?” Taking Ria’s hands away from her face, Sasha leaned her head on the mattress. “Would he end your two-year-long relationship over this?”

“No,” Ria said, staring at the ceiling. Sasha had placed glow-in-the-dark stars on it, the kind Ria had always wanted as a kid. “He wouldn’t. But the distance is already hard on him, and I feel bad.”

“Isn’t the distance hard on you too?”

Ria shrugged. “I don’t really think about it a lot.” Looking down at Sasha, a heavy weight fell on her stomach. “Is that bad?”

Sasha considered it, pressing her lips together. She softly stroked the hairs on Ria’s forearm. “I can’t answer that for you.”

Ria chewed her cheek. “I guess,” she said, getting up. “Oh, by the way, Murphy didn’t have pre-rolls so I’m getting them from his friend.”

“I could have told you he doesn’t sell pre-rolls.” Sasha said, and Ria glared in disbelief. How did everyone know that except for her?

“Whatever,” Ria said, laughing as she opened the door. “Find me if I get kidnapped.”

“Of course,” Sasha said as Ria stepped out.

“See you tomorrow, Rosita,” Ria said, and Rosa waved.

Ria crossed the street, crossing the boundary between the campus and the world outside. She walked down the hill to the only house that matched the description.

It was a small house with two floors, the green paint beginning to crack. Hand-painted pots held flowering plants on the porch, and a wooden bench leaned lazily beside the front door.

A rather large, dark gray Toyota truck was parked outside, pristinely clean and sorely out of place. Ria admired it as she passed. She spotted a doorbell camera as she approached the door, and began to feel awfully self conscious. A chime rang as her finger pressed the button.

Seconds passed as she fiddled with her promise ring. A dog barked in the distance. She was about to ring the doorbell again when the door opened and a tall, bronzed girl with cropped hair appeared behind it. Her dark eyes squinted in the sunlight, perfectly smudged with black eyeliner. She smiled softly at Ria as she walked past, crossing the same street she just had.

Ria couldn’t help but watch her.

“You Ryan’s girl?” A voice said behind Ria, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Turning to face the source, Ria eyed the girl at the threshold. She was just taller than Ria, her dark auburn hair pulled back into a bun. Her eyes were the same soft green as the painted panels of her house, set among freckled cheeks. The sleeves of her flannel were rolled up to expose a tattoo which covered the whole of her right forearm. She didn’t seem to notice Ria’s startle.

“Ellie,” the girl said, holding her hand out for Ria to shake.

Ellie. El Will. El is short for Ellie. What’s Will short for? Williams? Ellie Williams? Definitely not Hispanic.

She took it. “Ria.”

Ellie nodded. “Come in.”

She led Ria through the house. The living room was dimly lit, with a worn-out couch and more plants in painted pots. A set of stairs led to the upper floor, but they walked right past it, and past the old kitchen as well, through a narrow hall that led to a room in the back of the house.

The smell hit her before Ria could see it—a scent that was simultaneously delicious and repugnant. She looked around, to the shelves that held jars upon jars of weed and all sorts of equipment. A desk sat against the far wall; a scale and a tray with dozens of joints atop it. Ellie took a bin labeled “tubes” and set it on the desk. “So,” she said. “What party is this?”

Ria laughed. She’d never said it was for a party, but she guessed there weren’t many things to do for someone to buy that many joints at once. “My friend Sasha is turning 21 tomorrow,” Ria said. “She’s throwing this big party at Cedar.”

Placing a pre-roll in each of ten tubes, Ellie spoke. “Sasha Mehra?”

Ria furrowed her brows. “You know her?”

“We had our first year art seminar together.” Ellie placed the tubes in a paper bag, folding the end. “She’s very talented.” Opening one of the drawers of the desk, she retrieved a silver lighter. Ellie took one of the joints from the tray and held it with her lips.

She handed the bag to Ria, lighting the joint as Ria dug in her pocket for the roll of cash. “Yes, she is,” she said as she handed the cash to the dealer.

Taking a hit before counting, Ellie seemed satisfied and set it aside. “Here,” she said, holding the joint up to Ria’s mouth. It was the first time Ellie really looked at her, and Ria could see the thin scar cutting across her brow.

“Alright.” Ria took a hit, hearing the soft crackle of the weed burning in the silence of the house. Ellie leaned against the desk, her eyes watching Ria carefully. The smoke rushed in, but it didn’t burn Ria’s throat as much as other strains she’d had. It tasted almost sweet. Holding the smoke in for a couple of seconds before exhaling, Ria handed the joint back to Ellie, watching a thick cloud of smoke leave her lungs.

Ellie took another hit from the joint, her eyes scanning Ria’s body as she did. The attention made Ria nervous, and she nearly laughed, but held it in. As Ellie breathed out, a grin pulled at her mouth. “I might pass by tomorrow,” she gave Ria the joint, “wish Sasha a happy birthday.”

The next hit was smoother than the last. “I think she’d appreciate that.” Although, Ria didn’t know whether Sasha would remember Ellie.

She nodded slowly, her eyes still lingering on Ria. Taking one last hit, Ria returned the joint and took a few steps back. “I’ll see myself out,” she said, pointing to the front of the house. “Thanks for the J.”

Ellie’s chuckle followed Ria out of the house and all the way back to her dorm. She told herself it was just the weed taking effect, that she’d imagined Ellie’s eyes straying and the way it made her heart speed up.

Whether it was the weed’s fault or not, one thing was above reproach—Ellie’s weed was damn good.

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Notes: hiii this is the first fic i’ve ever actually posted, you can also find it on ao3 under the same name and username. just as an FYI, i am also an artist, so i’ll be posting some art along with the chapters. it’ll be linked at the end of every chapter :)

art for this chapter is actually a preview for the next one. it is Sasha and the Suite Mates. you’ve already met Sasha and Rosa, more on the others next chapter

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