✧.* Tags & Warnings - Stalking, voyeurism, mentions of masturbation
✧.* Summary - Ghostface silently stalks a Y/N as she changes in her bedroom, the atmosphere tense with the looming threat of danger and lust.
✧.* Extra- She by tyler the creator LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
✧.* Word Count - 867
The atmosphere around Y/N's home felt different to her. Instead of feeling at home and relaxed, she felt uneasy and strained. There was some sort of chilling tension that she couldn't put her finger on. The worst part was it all came out of nowhere. She didn't want to assume the worst, like someone watching her, because she didn't want to manifest it in a way. A lot of the time, she didn't want to go home after work because of that uneasy feeling.
Sadly, not everything goes her way. After a tiring shift at work, she needed to get home. She needed to destress in her own home instead of somewhere else. A nice relaxing shower was on her mind the entire day. The feeling of warm water going down her back while she closed her eyes and imagined whatever she wanted sounded like the best idea to her. Especially in the cold fall weather.
When she got home, she immediately dropped her purse on the couch and went to the bathroom, completely ignoring the dark shadow-like presence at her window. She stripped from her clothes, got in, and stood there while the water fell from her body. She felt the weight fall off her shoulder. She forgot any and everything that happened at work that pissed her off or discouraged her. Minutes turned into almost 2 hours, she lost track until she realized the warm water was running cold.
She stepped out of the shower and dried off with a towel, mentally preparing herself for a quiet, and anti-stressful time in her room. Wrapping the towel around her body, she gathered her self-care products, unaware that a figure stood just outside her window, watching her through the small gap in the curtains. Y/N didn't know, but that was the reason she felt uneasy in her own home. The figure dressed in all black, with a white, ghost-like mask had been watching her for a full week. It watched her every move. Watched her cook, watched her skip through channels on her TV, watched her feed her pet, text her friends, watch sexually explicit videos, touch herself.
The public gave him the name "Ghostface." He was a ruthless killer who stalked his prey and waited until the right moment to strike. He had been torturing the small town of Roseville for quite a while. No one knew his identity, no one had seen his face, no one had even seen a small portion of his skin. He was well known to hide himself.
He had been watching his new prey closely and gathered enough information to finally strike, but for some odd reason, he wanted more. There was only one problem, he didn't know what he wanted "more" of. Did he want more personal information from Y/N? More insight into her social life? More ways to watch her? More ways to see her on a personal level? Maybe he should meet her face to face as "Jed Olsen." Maybe he should meet her face to face as Ghostface.
As Ghostface stood outside Y/N's bedroom window, he watched closely as she tossed her towel on her bed. Her naked body on display. In the back of his mind, he liked to think she was doing it for his attention, but she didn't even know he had been watching her. His eyes watched Y/N as she slathered lotion on her body, massaging certain parts of her body. Maybe that was the reason why he was postponing her death. Watching her body was becoming his hobby in such a short period.
The more he watched her, the more he thought about going in there to fuck her. He had thought of that ever since he first saw her naked. He wasn't ashamed of the tent that formed in his pants every time he watched her, whether she was naked or not. There were times when he relieved himself while watching her. His favorite moments were when she would be pleasuring herself.
He couldn't take his eyes off Y/N. His eyes went over every detail on her body. Every nevus, scar, stretchmark. He loved it all in a lustful, twisted way.
Y/N stood in front of her closet, ready to grab a nightgown for the night. As she reached for the dress, a small movement outside the window caught her eye. She fully turned to her window and saw a shadow standing just beyond the glass. Her heart skipped a beat as she quickly wrapped her towel around her body, the sudden chill of fear creeping up her spine. With shaky hands, she pulled back the curtain, her breath held, but there was nothing outside. She only saw the dark emptiness of the yard along with her small rose garden. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in, though the unsettling feeling lingered, her pulse still racing.
Ghostface couldn't help but chuckle. He peaked out his head to see her silhouette disappear into her bathroom. He pulled out his phone, having her phone number on his screen to call. He couldn't wait to have fun with his favorite prey.
˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks
If i feel like it i'll make a part 2 and im too lazy to check for spelling LOL I LOVE U GUYS
obsessed with smile 2 so i need a mha fanfic where the reader (who’s a pro hero or ua student) has the smile disease and tries to pass it down to a villian before its too late
✧.* Tags & Warnings - Smut, Established Relationship Kinda, reader is quirkless, Making Out, Also Established Job Ig, Voyeurism, Jealousy, cunnilingus, ass eating, teasing, fingering, (Y/N) is a creamer, P in V.
✧.* Summary - After taking a break from hero work, Keigo shows up at his sweethearts place, a smirk on his face and mischief in his eyes. Letting the tension build, he wants to show (Y/N) how much he's missed her.
✧.* Extra- I LOVE FRANK OCEAN ignore the fact Keigo is like 5'7
✧.* Word Count - 1457
Being born quirkless in a world full of quirks was difficult, but not for (Y/N). She didn't care about having powers when the most powerful thing in the world was the human mind. Growing up, she knew she wanted to become a dentist. (Y/N) didn't realize how difficult it would be to study odontology, but she pushed through it anyway. Three years into her dental education and there was no way she was turning around. The days were long, and the work felt longer.
After a long day of practice training on patients, (Y/N) gets home to rest. She takes off her scrubs and gets naked to take a shower. She didn't realize it, but a certain someone was watching her from afar, admiring her and her body. It was Keigo Takami, more famously known as Hawks. He was watching her through her slightly opened curtains and saw as she walked to her bathroom to take a shower. He flew to her balcony and used one of his feathers to unlock her sliding door.
As Keigo waited for (Y/N) to finish showering, he looked around her apartment room to see if she added anything new. He noticed a couple new photos of (Y/N) and friends, but that was about it. Seconds turned into long minutes as he sat on her bed and waited. Keigo always admired (Y/N). He admired her goals and what she was doing to achieve them. Being a dentist didn't sound an ounce of cool to him, but it was what (Y/N) wanted and he respected that.
Keigo heard the door open and saw a small amount of steam fall into the room. He watched as (Y/N) walked out with a soft pink towel wrapped around her body. (Y/N) finally realized who was in her room and jumped a bit. "Oh my God, you scared me," she said.
Keigo got up from his spot and walked over to (Y/N). He turned her around and walked her waist from behind. "It's been so long since I've seen you, beautiful," He semi-whispered. (Y/N) scoffed and pushed him off a tiny bit. Keigo chuckled, "What did I do this time?"
"I don't know, go ask that one side-kick. What's her name? Sirius?" She said with an attitude.
Keigo rolled his eyes. "What are you talking about?" he asked.
"I don't know, you tell me. You seem really friendly with her," (Y/N) answered.
Keigo hugged (Y/N) from behind again. "Awww, are you jealous?" he waited for her to answer, but all he got from her was a scoff. "C'mon. You know I only have eyes for you. Besides, we were just on a mission together and the paparazzi managed to get a weirdly suspicious photo of us laughing," he said.
(Y/N) just let out a simple 'mhm' in a sarcastic way and slightly pushed him off of her again. Keigo wouldn't budge. He hugged her one last time to tease her. "What are you even doing here?" (Y/N) questioned.
"Isn't it obvious? I've missed you," he answered.
"Do you miss me or miss our sex?" she retaliated.
"Is it bad if I say both?" Keigo said in a joking term.
(Y/N) rolled her eyes and let out a chuckle, " At least you're honest."
Keigo started kissing her cheek to be cute. He continued kissing her until (Y/N) turned around and kissed him on the lips. She placed her hands on his cheeks and deepened the kiss. Their lips were moving in perfect sync. Keigo started sliding his tongue on (Y/N)'s bottom lip. (Y/N) responded by sliding her tongue along his. Their tongues were moving around eachother, drool was started to form and slowing fall from from the sides. Keigo's hands started falling to (Y/N)'s ass, making him squeeze hard.
(Y/N) started moaning in response. She let one of her hand's fall to the belt holding his pants. She started pulling it slowly until Keigo stopped her to do it himself while still passionately kissing her. (Y/N) let her towel fall to the ground, exposing her body. Keigo hugged her waist tighter, letting her pussy fell the tent in his pants.
The couple both pulled away to look at each other. Both of their cheeks felt hot from the tension. Keigo smirked and grabbed (Y/N)'s wrist, pulling her to the bed. He made her bend over her bed and got on his knees. He started kissing the back of her thighs, slowly making his way towards her pussy. (Y/N) started moving around, impatiently, but Keigo's hands forced her to stay still while he was kissing her. Finally, his tongue made contact with her pussy. He started messily eating her out, making (Y/N) moan.
His tongue was like magic to (Y/N). The more he started eating her out, the more (Y/N) was squirming under his touch. Keigo started inserting two fingers as he was moving his tongue towards her asshole. He started rimming (Y/N) in a sloppy manner. (Y/N) couldn't stop her moaning. The overstimulation action of her pussy getting fingered and her ass getting rimmed felt like heaven to her.
(Y/N)'s arousal and Keigo's saliva started running down (Y/N)'s thighs. The fluids were all around Keigo's lips, he was enjoying himself. Keigo started pulling out his dick from his pants, jerking himself. He was getting impatient. He got up from his spot, making (Y/N) whine.
"Tell me how much you want it, baby," Keigo said.
(Y/N) whined, "I need it badly."
Keigo laid his chest on her back and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, "Say it again, beautiful."
"I need it so badly, please. I want you so badly," (Y/N) said in a desperate voice.
Keigo was satisfied with her answer. "That's a good girl," He said while' slowly inserting himself. (Y/N) let out a moan in response. Keigo started moving, slowly, teasing (Y/N). He loved watching her squirm and whine, but that didn't last long since he was impatient himself. He started going faster, watching himself disappear and reappear. He watched as each move, his dick started getting white because of (Y/N)'s arousal.
"You're making a mess for me, baby~" He commented. (Y/N) moaned in response. Keigo grabbed (Y/N)'s wrists and held onto them, restricting her hand movements.
"Oh, fuck~" (Y/N) moaned out in response. Her eyes started tearing up from the pleasure. She loved the feeling of Keigo fucking her. The more Keigo slammed into her, the more tears started forming.
Keigo slowed down for a moment and laid his chest on her naked back. He grabbed (Y/N)'s chin and made her turn her head. He connected his lips to her. She was still able to taste herself on him. (Y/N) moaned into his mouth, still feeling him moving inside of her.
"Fuck, I've really missed you, dollface," He said while pulling away from her lips. He got back up and continued his previous movements that made (Y/N) go crazy. His heart was beating faster each minute. He knew he was going to cum soon.
Keigo slammed into (Y/N) faster and faster. He closed his eyes and started focusing on the pleasure he was receiving. (Y/N)'s moans getting loader and loader, making Keigo's focus on pleasure enhanced. "You feel so good, baby. I love the way you feel~," He said out loud.
"I love you, I love you so much~" (Y/N) said out of pleasure. That was the final cherry on top for Keigo. He pulled out and jerked himself s couple of times before cumming all over (Y/N)'s ass cheek. He watched as his cum started falling down her thigh and smiled in satisfaction.
He grabbed the towel that fell to the ground and wiped the cum away. (Y/N) turned around on her back, and saw how sweaty and tired Keigo was. She smiled and positioned her self on the bed correctly. She patted the spot next to her and watched as Keigo laid down next to her. (Y/N) grabbed his face and softly kissed him on the lips. Keigo smiled and pulled her close to him.
"I feel so numb," (Y/N) said.
"Did you inhale too much Procaine, today?" Keigo said in a joking manner.
(Y/N) could only smile at his corny joke. She kissed him on the forehead and closed her eyes, enjoying the moment before he had to leave for hero work, again. She enjoyed the feeling of his touch, the sound of his breathing and heart pounding.
˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks
I lowkey hate writing smut but whatever and i think this was bad UGH
also i dont care if i made spelling errors but pls lmk LMAO
✧.* Summary - After giving some serious thought to an argument they had, Y/N came to an understanding that Keigo would never be the right man for her. The laughter that used to unite them now sounded forced and empty, and their frequent problems overwhelmed the passionate times. She now only has one choice to make.
✧.* Extra- I love Dolly Parton lol and Keigo is lowk OOC?
✧.* Word Count - 1004
Days have passed since Keigo and Y/N's last argument ended. 4 weeks to be exact. The only thing that stood out to Y/N about the argument was the fact that it opened her eyes to bigger things about her fiance. She realized that Keigo was lying to her face about who he was. He wasn't the same sweet man she met, that was a mask he was wearing. He was selfish and abrasive, that only cared about what other people thought about him. That wasn't the man Y/N was going after.
Y/N had no choice but to pack her things and leave, but she couldn't leave him without saying goodbye. She believed that would be her final act of closure for the both of them. Now, it was selfish of her to only make the choice of ending the relationship for both of them, but Y/N felt like she had that right after enduring years of selfish acts from Keigo.
Y/N and Keigo were not the same people. It was obvious to most people, but they didn't know the internal meaning of their separate lives. Keigo was indulged in his fame, it turned him into a conceited man of nothingness. Y/N was in his shadow. She was always connected to him, which made her feel like she lost herself along the way in their relationship.
As Y/N sat on their shared bed with her purse laying next to her, saw a notification on her phone from Keigo, letting her know he was coming home. Her heart started pounding. She took a deep breath to prepare herself for what was coming next. She secretly wished time went by slower, but she knew she needed to get it done. Or else nothing would get done for the better of her. Her stuff was already packed in her car ready to go, she had no choice. She heard a door open and close and his voice call her name.
"Y/N? I'm home, baby," Y/N heard his voice get closer, "I was thinking we should get some food from that new place that-" Keigo stopped talking when he walked in and saw Y/N sitting on their bed, fully dressed. He felt the environment was different as he looked around their room. "Did you redecorate? Where did all your stuff-"
"I'm leaving you" she said in a soft voice.
Keigo felt like he was hearing things and let out a nervous chuckle. "Wait, what?" his heart was pounding as he watched the expression on her face never change. He sat down next to her and looked her in the eyes, but all he saw was a void. He couldn't see the sparkle in her eyes like he used to. "What do you mean you're leaving?" he asked.
She took a deep breath, "I'm leaving our relationship."
"W-What are you talking about, Y/N? We're so close to our marriage! You can't leave me! I've given you so much without expecting anything in return," Keigo said in a scared voice. He was trying to convince her to not leave by bringing up the things he had done for her, but it wasn't going to work for Y/N.
"I'm sorry. We're living separate lives," She semi-whispered. She felt the familiar lump developing in her throat. Her eyes started to water and her jaw started to quiver. Y/N was trying to hold it together, she didn't want to seem weak.
Keigo lowered his head. He stared at his lap, watching the tears fall on the floor. He was thinking of possible ways to explain why Y/N was leaving him. "Did you meet someone new? Did I really lose you to another person?" he turned to Y/N.
Y/N shook her head slowly, "You're losing me to a life of my own." Keigo felt like he was hit in the chest. For some strange reason, he felt like that was worse than losing her to another person.
All Y/N ever wanted was independence. Throughout their relationship, she felt like she couldn't be herself because she was tied to Keigo. She was fully dependent on him, which she couldn't take anymore.
The silence between them was heavy and she couldn't take it anymore. She took a deep breath and got up from her spot, "I have to go."
Keigo caught her wrist, "No, wait. Y/N please." Tears were spilling from his face. "Y/N please don't leave me," Keigo said while pulling her close to him. He hugged her waist and cried into her abdomen. Y/N couldn't help but let her tears spill as well. She gave his head a weak hug as she let him cry it all out.
Y/N started pulling away, but Keigo kept her trapped. "Keigo, I have to go," she whispered.
"No!" he said. Keigo looked up at her, "Just tell me what to do to change. I can change, just please help me!"
Y/N simply shook her head. She held his cheeks and kissed his forehead, "If I stay, I'll never leave." With that, Y/N walked out the door, not looking bad. She closed the door to the room behind her, took a deep breath with tears rolling down her face, and headed towards the door.
Y/N got into her car and drove away. In her rear-view mirror, she watched their home grow farther and farther away from her. The moments of her and Keigo, happy together, fading away into the abyss of her mind. Readying herself to move forward.
Y/N was always going to love Keigo, but she couldn't continue her life like that. She marked the beginning of her journey to find her independence. Outside of her relationship with Keigo, she finally put forward her longing for self-identity. Y/N finally understood the true meaning of putting her own needs ahead, even if it meant leaving the life she helped create with Keigo.
˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks
if this flops im deleting.
imagine going into a haunted house, but instead of ghosts and zombies, you see men saying they're going to change laughing emoji
"Hii can you do a jealous joost like he sees you with ski aggu and gets jealousss💞🤍🤍"
✧.* Pair - Joost Klein x Fem! Reader (Slightly Ski Aggu x Fem! Reader)
✧.* Tags & Warnings - Jealousy, confessing, food(?) and tension
✧.* Summary - Joost gets jealous when he sees you interacting with his close friend. Seeing the girl he likes laughing with another man almost drives him insane.
✧.* Extra- AVENTURA AVENTURA I LOVE AVENTURA I LOVE AVENTURA AVENTURA NO LE DIGAS A NADIE LO MUCHO QUE TE QUIERO
✧.* Word Count - 1,739
Roomating with a producer can be a bit of a handful. There's always random people in their home, playing loud sounds, always hearing conversations or laughter. It's enough to make people want to move out, but not (Y/N). It was like that from the beginning though. She got tired of the loud noises and kept considering moving out, but that changed. She stayed because of the people she met. Her roommate introduced her to some of the coolest people ever.
One of those "coolest people" happened to be a Dutch musician by the name of Joost Klein. He wasn't just a cool person, he was an absolute sweetheart. He was a gentleman, some may say.
One of their first interactions happened in the kitchen. Joost was getting a drink out of the fridge while (Y/N) was reaching for a plate that was placed in a higher cabinet. She was tugging at the big batch of plates, she didn't realize the smaller ones on top were about to fall on her head. Joost noticed this and immediately jumped into action and caught the smaller plates. Joost asked (Y/N) if she was okay to which she jokingly responded with, "Oh my God you saved my life." That marked a new friendship in the process.
After that, Joost and (Y/N) started talking more, some conversations being taken to Instagram DM's or regular messages. Whenever Joost came over to work on new music, (Y/N) would be the first person in the room to talk to him. They easily connected and it was a euphoric feeling for both of them. As time went on, some feelings were starting to develop from both ends. The more they interacted with each other, the more those feelings got stronger. At first, it was a concerning issue for both Joost and (Y/N), but they individually came up with the idea 'If I don't tell, then nothing will happen.'
They never knew how hard that mentality was going to affect them.
It was another work day for (Y/N)'s roommate, meaning people were going to come over, also meaning Joost was coming over. (Y/N) waited on the living room couch for the door to make a knocking sound. Joost had a special knock that made (Y/N) instantly know it was him. It was the rhythm to (Y/N)'s favorite song. When she heard the rhythm knock, she shot up from the couch and basically ran to the door. She opened the door and was met with her blonde friend and another blonde that she didn't recognize. He had a pair of ski googles on top of his head which made him stand out just a bit.
"Hi stinky," (Y/N) heard Joost say. She smiled and gave him a hug and welcomed him and his friend in.
"How are you?" she asked Joost. He just just gave her a thumbs up and a dumb smile, which she adored.
"This is my friend, August," Joost pointed to his friend. "But you call him Ski Aggu because you're not his friend," Joost jokingly added.
(Y/N) smiled and rolled her eyes. She turned to August and put out her hand, to which he happily shook, "It's nice to meet you, my name's (Y/N)."
"It's lovely to meet you too, my friend Joost was telling me all about you," His voice and accent were deep. "You seem like a fun girl to be around," He continued, his tone changing just a tiny bit.
"I'd like to think I am," She replied. The atmosphere got a little thick in Joost's head. 'What did August mean by that? And why did (Y/N) even reply?' were thoughts going through Joost's head, but he pushed them away to not overthink.
The moment was put to an end when (Y/N)'s roommate opened his door, making everyone turn to him. "Oh shit, sorry guys. I kinda forgot you two were coming," he said, "The song's almost done, I just want Joost to make a bit more background vocals and then we're done. It shouldn't take long."
(Y/N) walked back to sit down on the couch and turned on the TV. She watched as Joost and August walked to her roommate's room to finish what they needed to do. August gave (Y/N) a little wave before entering the room, making her smile and wave back. Joost caught this and made him question even more, but didn't want to overthink it.
Before shutting the door, Joost turned to (Y/N) and jokingly said, "No girls allowed."(Y/N) giggled and told him to shut up and get to work in a joking manner.
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours, at least that's what it felt like to (Y/N). (Y/N) never gave the work her roommate did any interest, even though she loves listening to music. It was ironic. But one thing she learned from her roommate, making music isn't easy or for the weak.
(Y/N) was distracted on her phone until she heard a door open. She looked up from her device and saw August walking toward the kitchen to look for a snack. She watched as he walked towards the pantry and opened it up to see what he can munch on. She kind of felt bad because her roommate didn't really buy snacks like she did. August was struggling to figure out what to get because he didn't know which snacks he was allowed to get.
"You know, I have a full bag of takis towards the back. You can have them if you want." (Y/N) suggested.
August looked at her, back at the pantry, and back at her. "Are you sure?" he asked. (Y/N) nodded and told him she didn't mind. He smiled and reached toward's the back to find a party-sized bag of chips.
August was about to go back to the room until he realized that (Y/N) was all alone. He felt bad leaving her alone while he was with his friends working. He wanted to get to know her, alone. He sat next to her and turned towards her. "You're really nice." was all August said.
(Y/N) giggled. "Thank you, but why are you saying that?"
"Well, I don't know anyone else who would let me have their full bag of chips, let alone a party-size bag," August answered.
(Y/N) laughed at his response. At the end of the day, it was never that serious, but (Y/N) loved when people took their gratitude to a silly level. "This guy almost never buys snacks and whenever he does, he eats it in the same hour." She added, referring to her roommate.
August and (Y/N) continued their conversation that started because of a bag of chips. August kept making (Y/N) laugh with his responds and comments, which caught the attention of another musician in the very next room. "Damn, bro. He's taking your girl," Joost's producer friend jokingly said. Joost lightly punched him on the shoulder and got up to "Investigate."
When Joost walked out the room, he instantly noticed how close August was sitting next to (Y/N). That made his stomach feel weird. He hated watching another man make (Y/N) laugh, especially if it was one of his friends. He wanted to jump into the conversation so he didn't feel left out. "Guys, i'm kind of hungry," was all he said to break their conversation.
August and (Y/N) looked at Joost. "I'm kind of hungry too, i'm not going to lie," (Y/N) added, "I could door-dash us some food but.... I honestly don't want to pay that much for delivery."
"Oh, August and Teun can go get the food," Joost immediately suggested.
August looked at Joost and raised his eyebrow. "Why can't you go?" he asked.
"Because I don't want to and I need to record more adlibs," Joost replied. There was an awkward silence between the two blondes. (Y/N) didn't know why but she felt like there was weird tension between the two. The more they stared at each other, the more the tension was because thicker, someone could cut it with a knife. The weird moment was broken when Teun walked out the room and said, "Come on, August. You can choose what we eat," He was while grabbing his keys.
August mentally sighed and got up to leave with Teu, leaving Joost and (Y/N) alone. It didn't take (Y/N) much to realize Joost was bothered about something. "Are you okay?" she asked. Joost turned around and muttered about him being fine. (Y/N) was bothered by his response and called him out, "Don't do that. Don't. I know something is wrong, so tell me."
Joost slowly turned back around to look at (Y/N) and was mentally debating on whether he should tell her or not. He looked at the ground like a little kid that's about to get in trouble and sighed. "Honestly..." was all he could get out while making a quick pointing gesture at the door.
(Y/N) didn't understand what he meant until she connected the dots when she remembered the tension between August and him. She gave him a sympathetic smile and patted the spot next to her on the couch. He quickly sat next to her and she laid her head on his shoulder, making his heart race. "He can never replace you," she whispered to him.
Joost chuckled and reached to lay his hand on her cheek and jawline, covering her mouth. He felt like in that moment, it was the right time to let her know how he felt. "I like you, a lot. And I hate how a situation involving a man made me tell you," he confessed.
It was silent for a couple of seconds. Making Joost worry. "I like you more, but I still want to get to know you," (Y/N) replied. Joost smiled and looked at her.
"How about I let you know me more over dinner?" Joost asked. (Y/N) gave him a big smile and nodded. She gave him a quick kiss on his temple and got up to run to her room. Joost watched as she disappeared into her room. He finally got the girl he wanted and was once grateful for his envy.
˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks
im back because im bored. writing with nails is hard so sorry if theres mistakes </3
it took a mid ass man to break my heart to get me to come back onto here
"Fuck it write anything with like joost angst idk have it be like “glimpse of us by joji” type of vibe"
✧.* Pair - Joost Klein x Fem! Reader
✧.* Tags & Warnings - Angst, cheating, making out, kind of a hot moment(?), cussing.
✧.* Summary - Joost finally being able to talk to (Y/N), 'the one who got away', his 'lover' at a small house party but forgets he has his girl with him.
✧.* Extra- I love writing angst yall. The reader is implied to be Latina with a tanner/browner/darker complexion along with dark hair. I needed her to connect to something specificallyLOL
✧.* Word Count - 3,016
From the outside, Joost and his girlfriend, Andrea, appeared to be the happiest couple in the solar system. She is always treated like a princess by him. Takes her wherever she pleases, buys her whatever she wants, and treats her like she's the only girl in the world. They treat each other in a way that makes them seem like the ideal couple. All of that can only be seen from the outside from people who don't know Joost at all.
What really takes a turn is Joost's intentions. The intentions his friends are aware about and the fact that they know more about his relationship. They know the messed up reasoning on why Joost was with Andrea in the first place. They always implied to Joost about what he was doing was fucked, but Joost just pretended he didn't know what they were talking about. He was avoiding his pain and sadness with delusions and manipulations to himself.
The only reason Joost was with Andrea was because she resembled someone from his past that he couldn't let go of. She was like a carbon copy of a woman named (Y/N). (Y/N) was the woman who Joost was convinced he was going to marry. He wanted a life with her and actually envisioned himself having a family with her. He was a sucker for her. It was all perfect until his focus on work and music drifted him apart. He walked away from her and that was his biggest mistake ever.
When he realized (Y/N) was gone, Andrea entered his life. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. He was allured by her beauty. She had beautiful dark hair, soft skin that went along with gold, plush lips that complimented her brown lipliner, and a smile he could recognize from a mile away. All beautiful features, just like the ones (Y/N) had.
The day Joost introduced Andrea to his friends, the atmosphere got thick and uncomfortable. They all looked at each other and immediately got the same thought in their head. Some even thought Joost and (Y/N) got back together because of how similar Andrea and (Y/N) looked. When Joost got confronted about dating Andrea, Joost pretended like his friend was speaking gibberish and to never say Andrea was similar to his ex. They all knew Joost was living a lie.
Joost always lied to himself about Andrea, but deep down, he knew what he was doing. He knew why he got with her in the first place and he hated it. Andre treated him like he was royalty. She was hitting all the right spots for Joost, except for one particular spot; she wasn't her. Andrea wasn't (Y/N) and will never be. There would be moments he would look at Andrea in a mirror and for a split second, see (Y/N). Every time he would look into her eyes, he would see (Y/N). Joost hated the fact he was living a lie but he was already too deep into his internal mess. Andrea had already fallen for him, the way he fell for (Y/N).
Joost and his girl were invited to a house party hosted by his cousin's friends. It was just a regular party, with the typical items that involved parties. Booze, music, people. Joost went to purely have fun with his girl by his side. It had been a while since he went out to party. As soon as Joost walked in, everything he had to worry about was tossed out the window.
Joost was laughing up a storm with his friends. Drinking weak shots, and singing along to whatever Dutch songs they were playing. But they weren't just playing Dutch music, they were playing a whole genre of different types of music. American Western music like hip-hop, blues, r&B. Latin-American music like bachata, reggaeton, merengue. But for some reason, Joost felt like they were playing more Latin-American songs, the genre (Y/N) always loved to play. Joost always listened to different Latino genres with (Y/N) because she loved it. He didn't understand what they were saying in the songs, but he loved watching her sing them.
The intro key to a bachata song started playing, pulling Joost out of his thoughts and pulling him into nostalgia. He heard the creator of the song sing his notes and bring in more nostalgic emotions. It was one of the songs (Y/N) would always play. As the man sang the song, Joost swore he heard (Y/N)'s voice sing along. His heart's rate started slowly growing faster. He looked around to see if he could catch her but had no luck.
He heard the woman next to him break him away from his thoughts and 'search', "Babe, are you okay?" Joost looked to his right and saw Andrea casually looking at him. He gave her a nod and decided to take another shot. The alcohol in the shots were weak, but since Joost felt like he was slowly losing his mind, the shots felt like they were getting to him. He felt like he needed to splash his face to fully pull him away from his lingering thoughts.
He got up from his seat, "I- uh, have to go to the bathroom." He quickly walked away without even letting Andrea say a quick 'okay.' Part of him was hoping to see (Y/N) and was even looking around while he was walking towards the restroom. The other part of him prayed he didn't run into (Y/N) in fear of breaking down in front of her. In his head, he wanted her to see he was doing "better" so she could develop strong feelings and try to win him back. He was delusional.
When he made it to the bathroom, he splashed water on his face and looked at himself in the mirror. His blue ocean-like eyes stared right back at him, trying to send him a message. He kept still for a few seconds until he heard a muffled voice from outside, "(Y/N), where are you going?" his heart started to increase again. A small voice in his head prayed that someone said another name instead of hers. He turned to the door and prepared himself to walk back outside, praying to not bump into (Y/N) but hoping he does.
When he opened the door, he was immediately hit by (Y/N)'s signature scent. That made his heart go even faster. His brain told him to ignore it and go back to Andrea, but his heart, his poor desperate heart, told him to find her. His constant battles between his heart and brain, but at the end of the day, he always followed his heart.
The house was a two-bedroom home, so he had quite a few rooms to check. Some had people making out, some giving blow jobs, some crying over an ex. It was a lot. It was like his heart knew where she was since it was beating faster each door he approached. Finally, one of the last rooms contained the woman he secretly yearned for months, almost years. He peeked inside to see her sitting, legs crossed, on the phone, talking to someone. His heart and brain were still fighting. His brain kept telling him to close the door, leave her alone, and go back to his girlfriend, but his heart told him to talk to her. His heart always won.
He slowly opened the door, to reveal himself. (Y/N) looked up and froze. They both stared at each other, (Y/N) with wide eyes and Joost with desperate eyes. "I- uhh... I have to call you back," she said while putting down the phone.
(Y/N) took a deep breath and looked up. She wanted to cry, but didn't want to in front of Joost. She didn't want to show her weak side in front of a well known stranger. She looked back at Joost and gave him a weak smile. She hadn't seen his face in a while. She missed his handsome structure, blue eyes, stylish mustache she always loved.
Joost was on the verge of falling to his knees. He needed to leave but he didn't want to. He wanted to hear her voice again, but he knew if he did, he would fall back into her eternal love that he never wanted to leave. "I'm sorry, wrong room. I was looking for.. a friend," he weakly said.
As he turned around, he heard her voice, "You're lying." That was one thing (Y/N) was good at, looking through people. It was both a blessing and a curse. He turned back around and looked her back in the eyes.
"You're still good at detecting lies," He said. He watched as (Y/N) giggled at his comment. His heart smiled, he missed her little laughs.
"Hi," she said.
"Hey," he said back.
There was a moment of silence between them. They kept staring at each other, smiling. (Y/N) looked at the spot next to her and scooched over, patting the spot next to her, indicating him to sit next to her. He happily obliged, closing the door behind him, and sat next to her. There he finally smelled her scent, he missed her. They continued looking at each other in silence, until Joost broke the silence, "So, how have you been?"
"I've been good, been building my life back up," she replied. That made Joost want to ask her more, but didn't want to invade her privacy. "What about you? You got a girlfriend?" she jokingly asked, but Joost thought she was being serious.
"I... I don't" he lied and (Y/N) knew this.
She frowned at his answer, "Don't lie to me. You do have a girlfriend," she passive-aggressively said.
"Then why did you ask me if you knew?"
"I asked that as a joke... and to see if you were going to answer honestly,"
There was a hard silence between them before (Y/N) broke it, "Why did you lie?"
Joost looked her in the eyes and started tearing up, "Because I miss you." That was his heart talking. He knew what he was doing was wrong. Emotionally cheating on Andrea with the love of his life. He felt a bit of guilt but at the same time it felt right.
(Y/N) would be lying if she said she didn't miss him at all. (Y/N) yearned to be in Joost's arms again, but not if he was with another girl. It wasn't right to her or the other woman. "Honestly, I've miss you too," she said, making Joost light up, "But, it's wrong to miss you. You have a new life with another woman and I'm working on getting my life back together."
That made Joost eternally sigh. It's like his chances went back to an all-time low again. He wanted to tell her that he didn't want Andrea and that he wanted her, but he knew (Y/N) was going to clock him on doing that. He started tearing up. The tear build-up got too heavy for his eyes so they started rolling down his face. His emotions got the best of him. He started letting out tiny sobs because he couldn't keep them in.
(Y/N)'s heart started to feel extremely heavy. She hated seeing Joost cry and it was even worse seeing him cry and not being able to comfort him like she used to. She couldn't kiss his beautiful face, she couldn't kiss his lips, she couldn't hold him intimately, but she wanted to so badly. Sometimes a person's wants could be stronger than a person's inner morals.
"Hey, hey it's okay," she placed both hands on the sides of his face and looked at him with sad eyes. "Everything will be okay. Everything will go in place when the time is right, but right now the time doesn't seem right for us," she whispered.
"Yes, it does. The time is right for us, I can make it right for us. I'll leave Andrea for you because we belong together," Joost said with heavy tears running down his face. His emotions truly got the best of him. Joost felt his heart become even more sorrow-filled when he felt her touch. He melted in her hands.
(Y/N) shook her head at his statement, "That's not right, Joost. You can't break a girl's heart for another girl, that's never right." She started wiping his tears away with her fingers, "We will have our time again if the universe permits it. And when we have our time, I promise it'll be ten times better than before."
That made Joost cry even more, He didn't want time, he wanted her now. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I made a mistake leaving you. I'm so sorry," His eyes kept the tears coming.
"Don't apologize to me Joost, I'm very much over it. I don't hate you. I still love you, but just right now, it isn't-" (Y/N) was cut off by Joost hugging her. Their bodies close together like they used to be, made Joost sob. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck, making their touch feel closer. After a few minutes of Joost and (Y/N) holding each other, they pulled away to look at each other in the eyes. Joost's now blood-shot red eyes staring back at (Y/N) mesmerizing eyes.
"You've always been handsome to me," (Y/N) said, making Joost chuckle. He raised his hand to rest it on (Y/N)'s cheek. She closed her eyes and started melting in his touch, just like he did. She re-opened her eyes to see Joost watching her like she was a trophy. It was a bitter-sweet moment.
"You were always like a goddess to me," he replied. (Y/N) gave him a shy smile. This felt like a good moment for Joost to send his message to her heart and brain. He started closing the gap between them, making the moment more intimate.
(Y/N) watched Joost get closer, she started feeling guilty but felt like it was right. She wanted to say something, but her heart kept telling her to shut up. "Joost-" she was cut off by his lips. She started to eternally panic but quickly calmed down when she realized this was what she wanted all along. She closed her eyes and wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. They were finally feeling each other after a long time. It felt right, but wrong at the same time. They wanted this moment to last but knew it wouldn't.
It wasn't long before they used their tongues. From lips to lips, to tongue and lips. The moment was getting hot for them, their hands started to drop to each other's body. Joost was starting to feel her chest and her hips while (Y/N) started feeling the tent in his pants. They both started moaning from the sensation of their touch. They were touch starved for each other. The moment was ruined when Joost's phone started blowing up with text messages. Joost broke away and checked his phone to see Andrea's contact photo. (Y/N) peaked over and saw her contact name and felt her heart drop. Her contact name was "Princess" with a heart and bow emoji, the same contact name Joost had for (Y/N).
She realized what they did was a mistake. Joost was still a taken man and she had no right to ruin that. (Y/N) got up from her spot and started walking towards the door. "Wha- where are you going?" she heard Joost ask.
She shut her eyes and sighed deeply. She turned around to face him and started tearing up, "I'm sorry, but I think what was did was a mistake."
"How? It felt right for me,"
"Yes, for you, but is it right for Andrea? My friends have told me that she treats you like an absolute prince. This isn't fair for her. I'm sorry Joost but the time isn't right for us. I'm not going to sit here and make you feel good while that poor girl is asking people about your whereabouts. I won't do it," (Y/N) was starting to get angry and Joost sensed it. "You can try and make things right between us, but there's still going to be a girl out there with a broken heart because of you... I want you to go out there and tell her what you were doing with me in this room. If I find out that you didn't tell her, I will personally tell her myself because I don't want her to look stupid, telling people that you two are in love meanwhile you still love me," and with that, (Y/N) left the room.
Joost sat in silence and thought about what (Y/N) said. He knew she was right. It was better if he came clean than for her to find out by (Y/N). He stared at the wall in front of him and started imagining hundreds of scenarios of how the interaction between him and Andrea would go if he told her. A habit he always had when he had to make a hard decision. He fucked up badly and had to pay the price.
(Y/N) started speed walking down the stairs and through the hall. She was trying hard not to let her tears run down her face. She had mixed emotions about what happened and what she said to Joost. As she was walking, she made eye contact with a woman who looked exactly like her. It was Andrea. It was like time turned into slow-motion, they both stared at each other with different expressions. (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows in guilt, while Andrea's confused expression turned to sadness. They both knew what happened without even needing to say words to each other.
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