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boybandposter · 9 months ago

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[One Shot: “Paint me the Moon“]

⤷𐙚 featuring: Larry Johnson 🤍

⤷𐙚 It’s your seventeenth birthday, and Larry wants to give you a gift ♡︎

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A gentle plume of smoke spilled from your lips as you leaned further back into the couch. After a full day of partying with Ashley, Sal, and Larry, you four finally got to unwind at your apartment. Sadly, your parents were still gone due to business— promising to make up for it once they returned. Just another common occurrence, but you didn’t mind. It made it easier to have everyone over to just hang out anyways.

You took another drag of your blunt before speaking, “Being seventeen is great and all, but it’s just another year of high school.” You sighed and looked up at the ceiling with a lax smile. You heard Ash and Larry chuckle, and Larry crossed his legs over your lap.

“Just drop out, dumbass. You could always do pole dancing like you joke around abo—“ Larry couldn’t even finish his sentence before you threw a decorative pillow at his face.

“Come on, you know those are jokes. Kinda. Maybe.” You kept changing your words and passed the rest of your joint to Sal, who sat quietly on the ottoman. He was more talkative earlier, but it was getting late and it had been a long day.

As if on queue, Ashley stood from the floor and stretched, a small crack coming from her back. You hadn’t noticed, but she shot Sally a look as if indicating some secret message. “Well, I dunno about you guys, but I’m beat.” She talked as she picked up a bit of the mess, which wasn’t too much of a hassle. Sal stood up as well and ran his hair through his blue locks.

“Same, and I gotta feed Gizmo. When we stopped at my apartment my dad was out, so I can only assume he still is.” His voice was slightly muffled by his prosthetic as he spoke, and he trudged over to where you sat. Sal grabbed your hands and pulled you up into a tight hug. He wished you happy birthday for the millionth time, telling you how grateful he was for you and that he wanted you to trip and eat grass (you had shoved him earlier at the lake and he nearly did the same).

You laughed and pulled away from his arms and was quickly met by Ashley’s embrace, where she nearly squished the life from your frame, spouting quick words of ‘I love you so much’ and ‘happy birthday’. Ash planted a quick kiss on your cheek and looked at Larry, who still sat on the couch lazily. Soon after, it was just you and Larry at your apartment. It wasn’t uncommon by any means— almost every other time all four of you hung out, Larry stayed behind to keep you company. Or you two would simply hang out with each other when the other two were busy.

You nestled back to your spot on the couch and put your own legs above Larry this time, his large palm resting on top of your shin. You could’ve sworn that for a split second, Larry ran his thumb back and forth, but you had smoked a little so you ignored it. But what really threw you off was that he was just… staring. His brown eyes reached into your soul, at least that’s what it felt like. After what felt like an hour, he chuckled and leaned his head back against the headrest.

“Sorry I had spaced out, I was just thinking.”

“You? Think? I don’t think so.” Your laugh was cut short as he pinched your ankle, making you squeal and flinch. “Sorry, sorry! It was too good to pass up. And you definitely set yourself up for that one.”

Larry rolled his eyes and sighed with a soft smile on his face. He almost looked ethereal in the dimly lit room, and you had to shake yourself mentally to avoid staring… again. “I was going to give you a little something for your big day, but maybe you don’t want it after all.” He admitted with a shrug and a simple tilt of his head.

“What?! C’mon, now I’m curious! You never give gifts, so please? I’ll be super nice this time!” You pleaded with him, but the grin on your face contradicted your words. Your hands mimicked a praying motion as you sat up on the couch. your mind raced with thoughts and ideas of what he could’ve brought. Whatever it was, you were bound to cherish it forever and you knew you were going to write this moment down in your journal later.

Larry stood up from the cushions and pulled his long hair into a loose bun that hung at the nape of his neck. “You better behave then. And close your eyes, y/n. Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, would we now?”

You immediately complied and placed your hands over your eyes. All you could do was listen as he shuffled around the room, but you knew it was pointless. A comfortable silence filled the room, until Larry broke it with a heavy exhale. “Alright, I guess you can take a look now.”

“You guess? What do you…” You trailed off as you removed your hands, ad you were met face-to-face with the most gorgeous portrait of yourself. Your eyes scanned and admired every minuscule detail, from the way your hair had clung to your skin to the wrinkles of your smile. Not a single word escaped your tongue.

Tears slowly trailed down your cheeks unbeknownst to you as you turned to Larry, who looked anxious to his core. His hands opened and closed as he waited for something, anything— He wanted you to hurry and tell him that you hated it, or that he got your face wrong. God, this was making his heart pound like crazy.

Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, his eyes snapping upwards to meet your gaze.

“Larry… it’s beautiful. I— God, I don’t even know what to say, I…” Your eyes flickered between the painting and the man in front of you.

Larry rubbed the back of his neck and shoved his other hand in his pocket. “Maybe a thank you would work for now?” He chuckled breathlessly and a weight was immediately lifted off his shoulders. But for him, he had one more thing planned out for you. A laugh escaped from your mouth as you wiped the salty tears from your cheeks, shaking your head to try and collect yourself.

Before Larry could even make up a shitty excuse, you were wrapping your arms around his neck in a warm embrace. His brain stopped for a moment, any witty comments flying from his thoughts. Without too much waiting, you felt his arms slide around your waist. “I’m glad you like it y/n. I was actually pretty fucking nervous to give it to you.” Larry chuckled in your ear and pulled away just enough to see your face.

You quirked your eyebrow and cocked your head to the side in confusion. Normally Larry wouldn’t have any problem showing you his work. Every time he finished a piece he would invite you over to see it. “Why would you be nervous about it? It’s one of the most beautiful paintings I’ve ever seen from you.” You questioned him innocently, the evident curious tone taking place in your voice.

Larry’s gaze flickered away from yours for a brief moment, “That’s where the second part of my ‘gift’ comes in. That’s really the reason I’m nervous.” He explained with a deep exhale. You couldn’t help but notice how tense he suddenly felt.

“Y/n…. I know I’m not the best person around, that much is obvious. But… can I be your boyfriend?” His cheeks flared pink at his quickly spoken question. Both of you sat in a shocked silence but what else were you supposed to do?

Larry couldn’t believe he had actually worked up the guts to ask, and you? You yet again found yourself staring at him with a slacked jaw. Your own cheeks burnt, but you couldn’t focus on anything except the fact that he asked to be your boyfriend. Emotions ran through your body, but the most prominent of them was the sheer and utter joy of it all. You couldn’t remember a time when you didn’t have a crush on Larry, but you always thought it was a hopeless case. But everything is different now. “Are you being serious? Like, this isn’t a joke?”

Larry simply shook his head with a sheepish look plastered on his slender face. Were you that repulsed by the idea of dating him?

You shrieked and found yourself hugging him so hard that he nearly stumbled backward onto the couch. Larry was too shocked to even say anything but managed to hold your waist as his mind short-circuited. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh my God, I can’t believe this is happening right now!” You giggled and bounced on your toes, your hold on his body never once loosening. Every other gift paled in comparison (except for the painting, which was the second favorite) to his words. “Fuck, I could kiss you right now!” Your eyes widened at your own words and you blankly gazed at him to await his reaction.

Larry’s hands ghosted over your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. They stopped to cup your face, his own crooked-tooth smile sending butterflies straight to your stomach. “Well, I am your boyfriend now. Go crazy. Please.” Larry whispered the last word and you couldn’t even stop yourself from kissing him senseless.

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⤷𐙚 author’s note: PLEASE I actually love Larry so much it makes my head hurt. I was going to make it a little longer but it didn’t happen🗿

#florence writes !#larry johnson #larry johnson x reader #larry johnson x you #sally face fanfics #larry johnson x fem!reader #fanfic #x reader #writing #requests open #reqs open #larry johnson x y/n

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takecareluv · 1 year ago

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omg meg baby imagine giving steve a haircut <3 he’s like so anxious at first n then he gets so so relaxed n he’s lowkey nappijg by the end and u wake him up and he’s like. hm? with the softest voice ever <3 <3

— @inkluvs (ivy)

mr. perfect hair | steve harrington x reader

word count : 777

author's note : omg it’s so funny you sent this in because i’m literally getting a hair cut tmr !! anyway. . . this is my first stevie request :3 eeek im a little nervous. i hope it's okay! <3

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although you adored your boyfriend's infamous hair more than anyone, even you could admit he was in dire need of a trim. getting steve to agree, however, would take some serious convincing on your part. especially considering his last trip to the barber shop was, in steve's words, "scarring for life". he didn't leave the house for almost a month after the disastrous haircut without any sort of hat atop his head.

luckily for you, you had that boy wrapped around your finger — knowing exactly what it would take to get your stevie to do just about anything you asked, including giving his precious hair a little trim.

. . .

adorned in your boyfriend's favorite dress, and shoes to match, you pulled a fresh batch of your homemade chocolate chip cookies out of the oven — baked to perfection — and placed them next to a bottle of steve's preferred beer, waiting for his arrival.

as if on queue, steve walked through the doorway, smiling at the sight of you before abruptly pausing due to the sweetness that filled not only the air, but now his senses. "i know that smell. those are your bribery cookies... what are you up to?" he questioned with a suspicious but ever so loving look, preparing himself to inevitably say yes to whatever it is you were about to ask of him.

"well... you see i just made an appointment for a haircut and i was thinking maybe it's time you get one too," you smiled hesitantly, attempting to gauge his reaction.

"i don't know, baby. i don't think i can go back to that salon. they messed up big time. practically ruined me. i can't be steve 'the hair' harrington with no hair."

you rolled your eyes at his dramatics before cutting off the rest of his rant, "i'll do it for you, stevie." noticing him soften at your plea, you continued, "please let me do it for you? can't see those beautiful eyes of yours with all that hair in the way." you spoke calmly while looking up at him with your award-winning puppy dog eyes, hoping it would do the trick.

after a brief moment of silent contemplating, steve let out a loud sigh, "fine." you began to jump up and down in celebration. "but," he emphasized, "only a little bit, baby. no more than an inch, okay?"

you nodded excitedly in response.

"you promise?" steve gave a pointed look, holding his pinkie finger up towards you, waiting for your own to intertwine with his. "i promise, stevie! i'll do just enough to get off all the dead ends, that's it!"

"hey! I don't have dead ends. my hair is perfect!"

"keep telling yourself that pretty boy," you teased while ruffling his truly perfect hair.

. . .

after a few minutes of anxiousness, steve remembered it was only you doing his hair, not some stranger who didn't know the first thing about him, but you. you who probably saw his hair more than he did. you who knew exactly how he liked it styled. he knew he could trust you, he could always trust you.

as you began to gently brush through his ends, you felt him relax and even lean into your touch, letting out a long, content sigh.

knowing he was finally calm enough, you grabbed the scissors you had prepared next to you and slowly started to snip away at his hair, small pieces descending to the floor after every cut.

soon after, you were making one last snip before placing the scissors down and brushing your fingers through steve's soft strands, noticing the way your boyfriend's eyes began to flutter closed.

"feel good, stevie?"

goosebumps cover his body from your whispered words and soft touches. "yes," he hummed in response. "can you play with my hair forever, sweetheart?"

"i'm not sure about forever, but i'll try my best. do you wanna see how it looks?"

he shakes his head. "if you did it, i'm sure it's perfect." pressing a quick kiss to your temple while guiding you towards the couch. "right now i just want you to keep playing with my hair. please?" practically begging at this point, how could you say no to your sweet boy.

. . .

you remain on the couch for the rest of the night, steve's head resting on your lap while you give him all the head scratches he wants and deserves, almost lulling him right to sleep.

"i hope you know you're the only one who's allowed to cut my hair from now on, sweetheart."

you giggle. "are you sure you can afford me? i'm pretty expensive. and those head scratches are extra you know."

#stevie <3 #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine

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uriwoos2 · 4 months ago

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fallin' in love overnight ☾ ִֶָ ⋆ (kjh)

pairing: best friend!junghoon x gn!reader. genre: attempt at crack, fluff. overview: a trip to the amusement park doesn't go as planned, but no worries! junghoon saves the day. a hint at friends to lovers(?) word count: 3.1k warnings: first time writing crack, so don't expect much( っc ) junghoon and reader are kinda childish^^ ♡ note: this is the promised (belated) lil gift for hoonie's bday! my longest fic yet! I have so so much love for him in my heart, i don't know where to put it ૮꒰ ˃̵͈᷄ ﻌ ˂̵͈᷅ ꒱ა˚ ° anyway, I'm still getting used to writing longer fics, so pls be patient w me^^ and ofc! happiest birthday to our precious boy, hoping he's the healthiest and is eating well! ♡ˎˊ˗ likes & reblogs are super super appreciated! — with love, cream <3

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*ring*..........*ring*..........*ring*...........

after yet another unsuccessful dial, you sigh to yourself as you end the call. this boy never answers his phone!

the truth is, you weren't mad, not in the slightest.. but he promised to be here soon and it's been almost twenty minutes, how long could it possibly take to buy a couple of churros!?

you puff your cheeks and exhale heavily. you two wouldn't usually opt for separating, always keen on doing everything together, but the ever increasing crowd in the already bustling theme park urged you both to divide the tasks, since you wanted to go on at least some of the rides.

so that's how you ended up in an endless queue for the roller coaster, while junghoon went off to get some snacks for you guys to eat while you waited. but he wasn't coming back, and sure, the line would most likely be big for the churros as well, but it was taking way too long and you were getting just so worried. you just needed to make sure he was okay, but you couldn't reach him through your phone and he's nowhere to be seen!

who has their phone on silent while they're out, for god's sake, junghoon!

your eyes are glued in place, staring in the general direction of where he went off to almost half an hour ago. your anxiety is through the roof right now, making you unable to stand still. you're already feeling a bit timid, being alone in such an enormous crowd of unfamiliar faces isn't such a pleasant feeling.

that's it! I'm going to go look for him!

the impatience got the best of you, and you didn't even care about any of the rides anymore, the only thing on your mind right now was finding junghoon and ensuring his safety.

what if he got lost? that guy has a terrible sense of direction... you think to yourself, as you're squeezing your way through the line of people, getting more and more concerned by each passing minute.

okay.. the churro stand... find the churro stand, yes. hmm... he went that way earlier... right! it's definitely that way!

but you find that it is easier said than done, as you're going in circles trying to locate the churro stand, the stupid churros and that silly boy! where the heck is he?!...

you're getting entirely too frustrated, feeling completely helpless to the point where you're on the verge of tears, and on top of that you're being squished by people all around, the amount of people in the park just seeming to grow continuously. crowding you on all sides, the enormous swarm of people pushes you around, completely cutting off your ability to see anything but the backs of strangers in front of you. a wave of panic hits you when you can't seem to get out of this arbitrary cage they've created for you, the press of the crowd too suffocating.

your legs are about to give out on you from how weak and powerless you're feeling, your mind having trouble to stay focused, when you feel a warm hand slip into your own.

..it's junghoon!!

your eyes regain focus as they meet his and you feel like you can breathe again, he squeezes your hand gently, signaling you to follow him. you slowly manage to slip through the small gaps in the crowd, junghoon’s fingers firmly gripping yours in order to not lose you.

"what were you doing there?" he questions after you both successfully leave the crowd behind, "that was the line for the bumper cars! didn't you say we'd be going on the roller coaster?" there's no hint of anger in his voice, you can tell he's just confused.

ahh.. he probably went to look for me right as I left.. if only I had waited a little longer.

"yes- yes, I did. I guess I got swayed by the crowd by mistake.. but anyway! you were taking just so long, and I got worried thinking you got lost, so I tried calling you but you didn't pick up! then I went to look for you and I couldn't even find the damn churro stand!" you say everything in one breath, as junghoon just stands there listening intently, his features showing slight hints of amusement.

he lets out a chuckle as you're trying to steady your breathing. "huh? is that funny? hey! junghoon I swear to god, if you don't learn to use your phone for it's actual purpose I won't come with you next time, and you can have fun enjoying the rides all by yourself!" you push your hand through your hair, exasperated with the boy in front of you.

junghoon straightens his expression, going back to his default serious face as he responds, "no, it wasn't funny, I'm sorry for laughing." despite his words, there's an undeniable tug in the corner of his lips. clearly, he's amused.

you decide to just leave it at that, feeling so drained from all the overwhelming things that happened today, "anyway, did you get the churros, at least?" junghoon averts your eyes for a moment, answering sheepishly, "it was taking too long, and I didn't want you to wait all by yourself, so I kinda just left..." he scratches the back of his head.

"if you were that worried, you could've just picked up your stupid phone!" you retort, playfully hitting his arm.

he looks at you for a good minute not knowing what to say, and you're staring back, your brows furrowed in frustration. junghoon tries to immitate your irritated frown, but it just looks so unnatural that you burst into laughter, and at that he doubles over in chuckles too.

after a few minutes of uncontrollable giggling, you both attempt to regain your composure, the situation too ridiculous for the both of you to handle. junghoon slips in a little 'sorry' between his chuckles, acknowledging your concern about checking his phone. you examine him for a bit, scanning for sincerity in his apology.

in the end you just shake your head dismissively, going to sit on the bench nearby, but something seems to be keeping you in place, jerking you right back as you try to take a step.

upon realizing that you were still holding hands, you and junghoon dramatically drop each other's hands instantaneously. you're sure your face was the color of a tomato right now, prompted by your heart that was beating through your chest.

how could I not notice I was still holding onto his hand!?!??! how embarrassing...

you take a seat on the bench, resting your palms on your knees awkwardly. junghoon, who's cheeks have flushed pink, follows in tow and sits down stiffly on the other end.

"hey, I'm sorry, I didn't realize-" he begins to apologize, turning slightly toward you, but you don't want to make things even more awkward, so you interrupt him, eager to change the subject, "no, no, it's alright, I think we should just think about what we're gonna do now, because we don't have any snacks, and since I left my line, we lost that too, sorry about that by the way.." you trail off, desperate to distract him.

he rushes to answer you, "no, that's fine, I mean I also abandoned the churros so.." he scratces his head again, while you're trying to calm your drumming heartbeat.

why am I so affected by this!?!??

you rack your brain for any ideas as to what you two could do, when junghoon notes loudly, pointing his finger in a certain direction, "look! the line for ice cream isn't so long, we can go buy that and.." he whips his head around, looking for something, "and then we can get on the ferris wheel! it's gonna get dark soon so they'll turn the lights on, it'll be pretty!.. what do you think?" he looks at you with sparkling eyes, awaiting your response.

he's so excited about it that you can't help but think that he's cute. it's so uncharacteristic of him to be so childish, his usual demeanor, especially with other people being super serious and put together, that when he lets this side of him show you can't let it go unnoticed.

he's just so adorable like this.

you giggle a little at his giddy expression, "yeah, okay, the ferris wheel isn't so busy either, but this time let's go together, alright?" you ask, knowing you're gonna end up in some kind of trouble again if you don't.

he returns your smile, nodding his head happily. the liveliness of today's little date returning, both of your moods lightening significantly even more so as you're stood in front of the ice cream parlor, picking out the flavors.

it's not long after that you're walking back to line up at the ferris wheel, and your ice cream's started to melt already, "that girl put so many sprinkles on mine, oh my god." junghoon is beaming at this point, eagerly savouring his ice cream.

you scoff, coming to a stop as you've arrived at the bottom of the wheel, "yeah, and mine has extra caramel drizzle too, makes up for all the bad luck we've had today." that earns you a chuckle from junghoon, his ice cream rubbing all over his mouth.

"aaah, your mouth got all messy, junghoon would you eat you ice cream properly?" you nag at him, and before you realize what you're doing, your hand instinctively reaches up to wipe at his lips.

"there's so much, and it's everywhere! how can you manage to make such a mess in a matter of seconds?!" you take a napkin out of your bag to clean it off your hands.

"sorry." he says in a soft voice. you look back up to meet his eyes, but he just turns his head to the side, cheeks turning pink.

why is he acting weird all of a sudden?

it takes a moment for you to register the weight of your actions, after what happened before, and that's enough to make your heartbeat rapid again.

why am I so nervous about this? I'm never nervous when I'm with junghoon. this is how we act normally, so it should mean nothing.. right?

even so, you can't help but feel a little shy, the atmosphere between you shifting, a bit different now. you can tell he picked up on it too, but he's way better at keeping his composure.

you don't really talk more, not until you're already on the ferris wheel, both having finished your ice creams and settled on opposite seats in the pod. junghoon breaks the silence with a question, "you think, this thing will shake when we're on the top? it's kinda unsettling." there's genuine concern in his eyes, gaze darting all around, checking for any faults.

he tends to get freaked out quite easily when he's like this, so you rush to reassure him, "no- even if it does, it's not a safety hazard, hoon. besides, it won't even move around so much that it's noticeable." your words seem to sate his anxiety slightly, his figure relaxing into the seat.

"hey, weren't you the one who suggested to go on this ride in the first place? why'd you do that if you're so frightened?" you ask, bewildered.

he seems reluctant to respond, but does so in a quiet tone, "because I didn't want this outing to go to waste, especially when we don't really get to spend much time with each other these days." he scratches at his forehead, "I wanted you to enjoy this trip, and I couldn't let our day be ruined just like that.. you even made time to come with me today, so.." he trails off, thinking for a moment and then adds, "i- I mean I'm not even that scared either, so you don't need to worry."

he was willing to do it, even if he was afraid.. just for my sake?...

your heart swells at the thought, instantly feeling shy at his words, your mind going into a frenzy, "thank you.. for thinking of me. but you know I'm fine with simply spending time with you, right? we don't need to do these things for me to have fun, even sitting in silence is nice when it's with you." you respond with a smile, feeling so nice at the thought that junghoon cares so much.

but what you failed to pick up on was the effect your words had on him, because you we're too busy thinking about his own. the boy was a blushing, fidgeting mess, eyes looking everywhere but you, already having forgotten about his concerns for the safety of the pods.

junghoon was struggling to keep a straight face, fighting off the brightest grin, relishing in the fact that you found his mere presence pleasant company. it got so bad that he covered his mouth with his hand, cautiously looking at you from the corner of his eye, checking to see if you'd noticed anything. but much to his relief, you were already way too captivated with the view in front of you.

the evening sky gradually dimming, letting a couple of stars shine through it's dark veil, along with the colorful carousel lights glimmering brightly down bellow, making everything look so picturesque. junghoon was right, the view is beautiful from up here.

the boy himself, however, wasn't really paying attention to the view, eyes now fully fixed on your face, admiring the way your eyes twinkled at the mesmerizing sight out front, and the way your mouth parted slightly in awe at the glowing lights.

at this point his heart was drumming through his chest, confusing him with this surge of unfamiliar feelings toward you. the thoughts in his mind were going wild too, all tangled and muddled, no coherency in the way they were being thrown at him. but despite it all, one tiny thought managed to slip through all the chaos, displaying itself loud and clear before him, 'pretty.' taking him by surprise, immediately going beet red at the mere thought of it.

he didn't get to think about it much before you were interrupting his little internal monologue, "hey! look, we're at the very top already! there's so many stars now.. and you were totally right about the lights being pretty, I like it so much!" beaming from ear to ear, it was impossible not to notice the pure joy radiating from you. this simple fact calmed junghoon's heart, relieved to see that you were enjoying yourself.

he sunk back in his seat with a tender look in his eyes and a soft smile on his lips, all of it directed toward the person in front of him. he didn't know what the feelings he felt toward you meant right now, and he didn't want to figure them out either, because this was more than enough, having you before him, happy and smiling. if he could watch that for eternity, he'd be forever grateful.

you were so captivated by the beautiful view that you couldn't really notice the slight shift in the air, everything feeling so much more intimate in the tiny ferris wheel cabin, as it always tends to get. but when you pulled your attention back to junghoon, you were met with a gaze you couldn't quite label with a name, and in spite of that it made you blush, knowing he'd been staring at you the whole time, "hey, why won't you say anything? it's making me feel embarrassed for being so excited about this.." you ask sheepishly, wanting to break the silence that settled between you.

junghoon, however, seemed to be zoning out, your words snapping him out of the daze he was previously in, "no, i- I'm just glad you're enjoying the view, didn't want to interrupt you, since the ride only lasts for a few more minutes." he pushes his hair back, stray strands falling onto his forehead, another mesmerizing sight you've seen today.

you're so focused on it that you forget to reply, but the pod's doors opening quite literally startles you, making you jump a bit in your seat. junghoon chuckles briefly at that, before leaning forward to talk to the guy working the ferris wheel, "we'll take another round, please." and then turns back to you, giving you a smile.

I think he can read my mind. either that or he just knows me too well. either way... he's being so nice to me..

you're trying to accommodate your heart with the amount of appreciation you've just accumulated for junghoon, feeling so well taken care of and cherished that your heart is about to burst. you realize you have to actually vocalize your thoughts to him though, so you go to thank him quickly, "hey, I appreciate that a lot, thank you. but we can enjoy the view while talking this time around, I don't mind at all.. I'd like to, actually." you feel a bit too bashful saying the last bit, but you feel like you need to, really really need to.

junghoon seems to be caught off guard by that but doesn't let it show too much, "alright, okay, hmm.. wanna talk about that book we've been reading? well, I'm already forgetting some of the stuff so we better pick it up again soon." he chuckles, making you laugh as well, admiring his ability to start a conversation so simply, and naturally.

you guys spend the second time around the wheel talking about the said book, and on the third one you count the stars, and on the fourth you talk about everything and nothing, laughing so much, that when you finally get off the ride, both your guys' cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

you don't know if you like junghoon like that yet, and you definitely have no idea if you'd want to act on those feelings either, but you don't need to rush to find out. that's the good thing about being friends with junghoon, you know you can go at your own pace with things, and there's no pressure to figure anything out, knowing he'll never make you feel uncomfortable about it.

it's fine, this is normal.. and I can give myself time to think about this. what matters now, is that we have fun together, and that's all I care about.

you're basking in the aftereffect of the beautiful day you just had, when you feel a jacket being put on your shoulders, "it's got pretty chilly since we went on the ferris wheel, don't you think?" junghoon is stood in front of you now, zipping up the jacket after you've put your arms through it.

he's so sweet to me, I can't help but feel all soft at the sight of him. maybe I really do like him like that...

you can't seem to take your eyes off him as you answer, "yeah, maybe.." he looks up at you, meeting your eyes and then ducking his head in shyness again,

he's too cute, how can I not.

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ʚ♡ɞ I'll Follow You Into the Dark ʚ♡ɞ

{ CHAPTER FIVE }

Summary: Jake's meeting with the doctor doesn't goes as planned, while Emma's confusion over what's happening continues. The boys likewise continue to worry about leaving her there by herself, and she finally gets to meet Steven. Pairing: { eventual } Original Character { Emma Harper } x Jake Lockley, Emma Harper x Steven Grant, && Emma Harper x Marc Spector Contents: mental hospitals, psychiatric hold, angst { I guess? I don't know what else to call it. }, hurt/comfort-esque vibes, Steven's first appearance Warnings: severe mental illness { psychosis, hallucinations, depression }, main character is actively in psychosis, I've done my best to write it in the least triggering way but there are a lot of heavy themes that will take place in this series, so forewarning. mental hospitals. typical misunderstanding and misinterpretation that comes with psychosis. due to the nature of Emma's psychosis, things are very unhealthily skewed in a religious context. triggering themes related to the aforementioned. Author's Note: I recently finished reading Tear Down My Reason by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction and it inspired me to work on an idea I've been playing with about Emma and the Boys meeting while both in a mental hospital at the same time. I wanted to write a series that would help other people with severe mental illness feel seen and heard as there really AREN'T works out there like this, especially not actually written by people with firsthand experience of things like psychosis. This series is being written with a lot of love and care so I truly hope that it can be cathartic for those who read who might also live with mental illness because you DO matter and your stories DO deserve to be told. Word Count: 1,206 Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @sub-aro

The meeting with the doctor doesn’t take long. Jake is quickly informed that he has their records and knows about the DID. Likewise, he tells him not to worry—that his stay won’t be long so long as he’s not a danger to himself upon leaving and follows up with outside support.

This is, of course, not what Jake was hoping to hear.

“I’m not the one who was a danger to myself—that was Marc…” He glowers at the doctor as he gets up to leave.

He's so angry when he gets back to the hallway that he almost forgets to check on Emma, rather, distracted by the damn doctor who is utterly useless.

His eyes snap to the line getting ready to go to dinner and sighing he goes to join the queue that Emma is just coming to the back of.

She brightens as she sees Jake returning, leaving the line to meet him in the middle.

Upon seeing his expression her face falls. “Are you okay?” She asks softly, her face riddled with worry.

Jake, in turn, softens when she speaks, “Yeah, cariño—I’m okay, nothing I can’t handle…”

Of course, this gets just as confused as everything else about this place. Emma takes it to mean that the battle was difficult but that he prevailed. This floods her with relief.

“Why do you think they have us eat if we’re—ya know?” She asks, changing the subject.

“To keep up our strength, you can’t heal if you’re running on empty…”

Emma, of course takes this to mean healing to get to Heaven.

And Jake, can just see her mind working over it. “I promise you’re alive, sweet one…I know that’s confusing right now…”

“But—”

“Do you trust me?” He asks, knowing that this isn’t exactly the place to trust others, but wanting her to know she can trust him.

Emma doesn’t hesitate, immediately nodding. “Yes…”

“Good.” He encourages with a gentle smile. “Then believe me—you will get better and you will leave this place…”

She just can’t wrap her mind around it, even as he nods toward the line of patients slowly filing out for the cafeteria.

She turns to walk with him, her mind such a mess of contradictions and beliefs that overlap. Everything has a significance and things that shouldn’t be possible are commonplace.

She wonders if it’ll ever make sense, but then, it simultaneously already does for her.

Jake wants so badly to reach for her hand but knows he shouldn’t. He can tell she’s lost in thought again the whole way there and even after they get their trays.

She gets so lost, in fact, that she forgets to tell the server what she wants. Or so he thinks until she speaks.

“I don’t want the meat…”

“Do you have a vegetarian meal plan?” The cook asks blandly.

“No?”

“Well then, this is what you’re having.”

Emma frowns, “but I can’t eat it…”

“Come on, you’re holding up the line.”

She asks for extra of the sides even though she truthfully doesn’t feel like she’s got an appetite at all.

As she and Jake find a table he scowls lightly at her.

“I didn’t know you were a vegetarian…”

“I’m not—but it looked like if I ate it I’d be sick…”

As another patient passes her and hears, she scoffs, “Sounds like you’re pregnant.”

Emma frowns again, her mind rushing through thoughts again. “But I’m not…”

Her thoughts work over the idea, thinking of how she could be pregnant without having been with anyone.

Jake glares at the woman before turning to Emma, “Ignore her…” He reassures her.

“I’m not hungry…” She grumbles, pushing her tray away.

He sighs heavily, feeling like he could take better care of her than this damn hospital and every employee in it put together.

“Maybe just drink your milk?”

Emma thinks on what she knows of pregnancy, her mind getting confused thinking maybe Jake thinks the other woman was right.

“I’m not pregnant…” she repeats, pausing. “Am I?”

Suddenly, Jake worries, doubting she’s actually pregnant but that she’s that lost in her mind.

“I know you’re not—but the milk will at least give you some protein…” He tries.

Emma sighs, “okay…”

Taking a page out of Marc’s book, Jake opens his own carton, taking a long gulp out of it and hoping she’ll follow suit.

He can see her hands shaking as she reaches for hers, struggling to get it open.

He reaches patiently to help her with it before handing it back.

Emma thanks him softly and takes a drink from it, scrunching up her nose as she swallows it.

“We can’t leave her here by herself…” He mumbles out the side of his mouth as she gets distracted playing with her food aimlessly.

‘I know,’ Marc is the first to reply.

‘I’m not sure what we can do—‘side from giving ‘er our number…’ Steven adds.

Like a lightbulb of his own, Jake turns to the side, “That might be it, Steven…”

Emma perks up, already tuned in, “do I get to meet him soon?”

‘Is it strange I’m a bit nervous to meet her? Not like anxious, ‘ve course, not like scared, but y’know—nervous?’ Steven rambles quietly.

Jake grins lightly, giving Emma’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Maybe after dinner—if you eat a couple bites of your vegetables…”

It feels like a dirty trick, but it’s the only way he can think to get her to eat anything.

Immediately, Emma rushes to take a big mouthful, making a face as she chews but swallowing nonetheless. And then she goes for another.

‘Does she really want t’ meet me that badly?’ Steven asks anxiously in the headspace.

‘Apparently so…’ Marc replies.

‘Oh god, I hope I don’t let ‘er down…’

Emma clears all of her vegetables and half her mashed potatoes before stopping.

Jake can’t help but watch warmly, feeling like this might be up there with some of his greatest accomplishments.

He eats some of his own tray before they’re called to head back, admittedly not wanting to relinquish control of the body to Steven.

When they get back everyone seems to head toward the day room to watch TV before the final group of the day.

Jake hangs back, Emma likewise following his lead.

She watches him anxiously, playing with her fingers.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” Jake asks, sneaking a soft touch to her face.

Emma nods quickly, watching in awe as he stiffens, his face contorting and then settling.

When Steven comes forward, he offers her the softest smile, “hello, love…”

Emma immediately launches herself at him, engulfing him in a tight hug causing a gust of breath to punch out of him.

As if remembering what Marc said about not being supposed to do that she retreats, biting her lip nervously.

“Hi, Steven…” She mumbles quietly.

“Oh, bollocks…” He breathes. “Don’t think you’re meant to fall in love in these places…”

Emma’s eyes only shy away, rolling her lips in causing her dimples to dip into her cheeks.

‘Think we’re in trouble, boys…’ Jake speaks once more.

‘I hate to say it—but you might be right…’ Marc agrees.

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coquelicoq · 11 months ago

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First of all sending some ibuprofen and a lot of melatonin for your aches and lack of sleep! Hopefully you'll get better soon ♡

For the book thing! Can I ask you 4, 14, 20 and 23 pleaaase? -☆

thank you 🥺 from your lips to god's ears my friend !

i answered 4 already, but luckily you gave me some other options.

14. What books do you want to finish before the year is over?

gonna read some poems by Apollinaire!! also want to read The Glass Hotel by Emily St. John Mandel before christmas because i found it in a little free library in my neighborhood and thought my sister might like it, but i can't be sure just from the blurb. and i am GOING to start The Name of the Rose, i SWEAR, i MEAN IT!!! but i don't know if i'll be able to finish it before the year ends.

20. What was your most anticipated release? Did it meet your expectations?

probably System Collapse by Martha Wells and yeah i loved it <3

i was also really looking forward to Sam Irby's latest essay collection, Quietly Hostile, which did not disappoint. laughed a lot in an airport, which is one of the best things a book can make one do, in my opinion.

and Translation State by Ann Leckie was fucking bonkers good but i can't actually remember now what my expectations were for it...pretty sure it was highly anticipated though because i remember refreshing my library holds queue 10 times a day for like a month after it came out lol.

23. What’s the fastest time it took you to read a book?

hmm, i'm not sure, i don't exactly track this! i can tell you the longest time it took me to read a book though (if we're not counting the french dictionary i've been reading since early april and haven't finished yet, it would be Les Misérables, which took almost three months).

i read Quietly Hostile in one day while traveling. i often read novellas in one day if not one sitting, which was likely the case for Into the Riverlands by Nghi Vo, Burning Roses by S. L. Huang (which i read during the whole carbon monoxide debacle, so i don't really remember much about it) (not because CO was affecting my memory but because waiting in the freezing cold for the gas company to show up and then waiting for four hours in urgent care is not exactly conducive to reading lol), Untethered Sky by Fonda Lee, and each of the Murderbot novellas. i read some manga for the first time ever this year and usually read about a volume a day (i did read the first volume of the french translation of Ranma 1/2 in one day because i couldn't put it down!!).

mostly i paced myself pretty deliberately this year because so much of my reading time was taken up with my daily french reading projects. so to sit down and read something in english that would take longer than 2 hours was not really feasible if i also wanted to spend 1-2 hours reading in french. i did get a lot faster at reading in french though!

book asks!!

#asks #not anon #books #*sigh* i can always count on you coming through in the clutch with asks for me #omg ETA i had to replace cmc with les mis as the book that took me the longest to read #because i forgot cmc was in 2022!!!

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Stitches and Swimming (Steve Harrington x F!Plus! Reader)

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↠ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣: Steve Harrington x Reader ⌈Stranger Things⌋

↠𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: When You and Steve reconnect, you realize you have a lot to learn about each other.

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↠𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: No Spoilers, No Y/N. Plus Size Reader. Canon typical injury/gore, black market doctoring, suggestive dialogue, heavy mentions of weight issues.

↠𝔸/ℕ: 3rd times the charm (hopefully…) I’m pretty sure fics won’t show up in my tags when I Queue them (sucks bc I queue them for before I get off work hah) but oh well! Sorry sincerely for spamming, I appreciate the love it got while it was up!!! but plz enjoy haha ^^;; FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED, THANK YOU!!

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Needle & Thread

In the weeks since your first date with Steve Harrington, you realized there were a lot of things you didn’t know about him. The innocent crush you’d had on him in freshman year hadn’t ever gotten past the ‘staring longingly’ phase, and now that you were seeing him regularly, you were learning all of the little things you had wanted to know back then. You’d made a list in your head of the ones you expected the least, and found yourself adding to it pretty often.

One, Steve was a certified lifeguard.

You’d been on your third date, headed home for the evening when he pointed to the public swimming pool, empty in the dark, and like he couldn’t possibly contain himself, exclaimed “Did you know I’m a lifeguard?”

“Yeah?” you had been dozing, lazily staring out the window and listening to the tape he was playing, but his excitement stirred you, and you played along, sitting up and glancing at the pool as you drove past like somehow you’d be able to see him on the guard tower.

“Since 1983, baby. Certified and everything.” He was immensely proud of that fact, if the huge grin on his face was anything to go by, and you couldn’t help but laugh. The idea of Steve taking so much pride in something so small was absolutely adorable.

“Was it for the bikinis or the mouth to mouth resuscitation?” He looked away from the road just for a second to glance at you, his silhouette lit blue by the dashboard, his proud smile turning smug.

“Both. Hey, you wanna come swim in my pool later?” He was only half-joking, and you both knew it, but you rolled your eyes at him anyway, sinking into your seat with a low groan.

“That’s your master plan? Hope I drown in your pool?”

“Almost drown, Sweetheart. I’m gonna save you, obviously.”

“My hero.” he laughed at your monotone, grabbing your hand and messily interlocking your fingers.

“You can count on it.”

Two, He was an amazing babysitter.

You’d been half right when you’d assumed that Dustin, the teenager he was constantly driving around and hanging out with was probably his best friend. The other half that you hadn’t expected was the entire group of smart-ass 13 year olds that Steve led around like a mother hen, Dustin included. You hadn’t even directly met them yet, but their effect on Steve was immediately noticeable.

It was sweet, seeing how much he cared while trying so hard to pretend he didn’t; driving them around, keeping them safe and watching out for them. You told him as much one afternoon over the phone, after he dejectedly told you he and their party-really, it was more like they just needed adult supervision- already had plans after his shift, and he wouldn’t be able to see you.

“You should apply for Dad of the Year, Harrington. I think you’ve got a real shot.”

He snorted derisively. “If not now, I’ve got a hell of a lot of practice for later, right?” his voice dropped an octave, softer now. “I’m sorry. You know I’d cancel, but…”

“No way.” You dismissed him immediately, “Someone has to look out for those kids, right? I’m glad it’s you. Just do me a favor and get them home safe, and you too. Okay?”

“Yeah…Course. You know I will.” You didn’t comment on how his throat sounded closed with emotion, his tone sounding a million miles away, and neither did he. You didn’t know what to say.

And finally, Three. There was something going on in Hawkins, and Steve was involved.

You were finding that one out now, after a late night phone call from Steve had you speeding to his house, lugging your entire sewing kit into your passenger seat. He hadn’t given you too many details and you hadn’t asked, more focused on how broken and tired his voice sounded, and his terrifying questions.

“Sewing is exactly like stitches, right? For wounds?”

“Yeah, I guess…Steve, what’s going on?”

“Can you do me a really big favor, sweetheart?”

That was what led you here, slipping into the Harringtons backyard where Steve told you he would be. Steam was rising off of the heated pool, but he wasn’t in it, the water still and glass-like. You approached slowly, your kit hitting against your leg with every step, anxiety rising, and then you finally saw him.

Steve was sprawled on a pool lounge, eyes closed in picturesque relaxation, though he was covered in dirt and dried blood. There were makeshift bandages around his torso and arms, and the large, dried red stains knocked the air out of you. The lights illuminating the patio made him look pale and corpse-like as you kneeled next to him on the concrete, bearing the sting of hard pebbles in your knees to look up at him. You took one of his hands and he squeezed, telling you he knew you were there, letting you brush your lips feather-light over his split knuckles. He hissed, and the sound snapped a thread supporting your composure.

“Oh, Stevie…” it was more a whimper than anything, your eyes already blurring with unshed tears, and he responded instantly, your heartbroken voice spurring him to action again. He sat up and swung his legs over the lounge with great effort, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding when you could see his eyes again, tired but alert, alive. A tear slipped from the corner of your eye, and he leaned in close, reaching for you.

You let him help haul you onto the lounge next to him, wiping your face clumsily with his dirty hands before tracing his fingers down your neck, your shoulders, slow and gentle. You sniffled.

“Hey. Hey, it’s okay.” Steve soothed his palms up and down your arms. “You should see the other guy.” He smiled, blood staining his teeth, and your stomach churned.

“How can you even joke right now?” You breathed, sadness and worry permeating through every word, and he closed his eyes again, smile dropping.

“Baby…” it was the first time he’d ever called you that in a serious way, but you were too upset to even notice, suddenly angry and desperate and hurt even as you fought to stay calm for him. Your tone betrayed at least some of it when you spoke, and his hands dropped from your shoulders.

“What happened, Steve?” His entire face twisted the moment you asked, eyes squeezing shut tighter and brows furrowing. He looked beautiful even now, if you ignored the harsh lights of the pool; caked in dirt and blood you weren’t sure was all his, his sweaty face tipped up to the stars. It tore your heart, leaving a raw edge.

“Not tonight. Please.” The desperation in his voice melted all of your righteous anger out of you.. “I…I can’t do this tonight. I promise you, soon, I’ll tell you everything. But not now.” His voice broke, and he dragged his hands through his hair, grabbing fistfuls.

Any other time, you would have pushed the issue; Instead, you breathed in deeply through your nose and leaned down, grabbing your sewing kit and setting it on your knees. Steve needed your support, and whatever the hell was going on, you’d give it to him, and anything else he wanted.

“We don’t have any way to knock you out.” you said softly, and you could feel him relax next to you as you dropped the subject. You bit back the acid in your throat.

Not tonight.

“S’okay. I can take it.” he shrugged, glancing to the patio doors behind you. “Let’s go to the kitchen. Cleaner in there.” you nodded, getting off the lounge and offering your hand to Steve. He took it, stumbling slightly as he stood, and your heart seized in worry. You took his arm in your own and helped him inside.

You’d never been to the Harringtons. King Steve’s wild parties weren’t really your scene, and you hadn’t been dating long enough that you’d felt comfortable just hanging out in his house. It was huge and nice, and you eyed the perfectly white countertops with trepidation as you laid out your supplies, Steve laying back on the kitchen island like a makeshift stretcher.

“Are your parents gonna, like, kill you if we get blood everywhere? Maybe we should go to the bathroom.” He wrinkled his nose in distaste and shook his head.

“We’ll clean up, they’re gone so damn much they’ll never notice. And there’s nowhere to lay down in the bathroom. Now patch me up, Doc.” he crossed his arms behind his head, closing his eyes and relaxing again while you got to work cutting the blood soaked wraps off and using a wet cloth to wipe away all the grime you could see. The kitchen was dead silent except for yours and Steve’s breathing, the sound of you scrubbing the cloth into his skin. The more dirt and caked blood you washed away, the more he looked like your Steve, although bone-tired and a little cut up, and you calmed.

He would be okay. You’ll make sure.

When he was as clean as he was going to get, you had him sit up for a second to take off the mud splattered vest he was wearing, tossing it somewhere behind you. You soaked a cotton ball with antiseptic, grabbing it with tweezers before turning back to him, settling between his thighs for a moment. He watched you carefully, studying your expression as you put your free hand on his knee, patting it.

“Lay down.” He didn’t argue, though you could tell he had something on his mind, just stretched out on the island again, groaning softly, and you assessed the real damage.

The gashes you assumed he wanted you to sew up were on his arms and torso, just where the largest amounts of blood had soaked into the bandages. The one on his arm was a relief; you knew you could superglue the cut back together, no sutures needed, and it would heal perfectly. The gashes on his torso were deep and ugly, like some animal had bitten chunks out of his hip, and you knew instantly they’d have to be stitched. They looked better clean, but they were still steadily oozing blood with no sign of stopping. The sight made you a little sick, but you just shook your head lightly and started cleaning the skin around the wounds. Occasionally, Steve would suck in a breath through his teeth, or grunt in discomfort, and you’d stop to coo and run your thumbs gently over his sides, desperate to ease his pain.

“Okay. I think we’re ready.” you took a deep breath, and Steve opened his eyes to watch you wash your hands and pull a box of latex gloves out of your sewing kit, putting on two pairs. His eyes went wide when you pulled the needle and nylon thread out of the bowl you’d been using to soak them in peroxide for the last 20 minutes, figuring that was about as sterile as it was going to get.

Jesus, I hope he doesn’t get an infection and die. I should have just dragged him to the hospital.

“That looks like a fishing line.” He said nervously, and you laughed despite yourself.

“It’s stronger, nylon. I think it’s close to what doctors use…” you trailed off, frowning, “this is really gonna hurt, Steve.” it would have hurt if you’d had all the right tools but no anesthesia, if you had actually been a doctor, even, but this was a total back alley operation here; you’d be lying if you said you weren’t worried about making everything worse.

“I know. I trust you.” His words were weak with emotion, but they hit you hard. “I swear I trust you.” He wasn’t just talking about the stitches anymore, opening his mouth with a rush of air, but you shushed him, putting a finger over his lips to stop him before he started. You’d promised him tonight, away from questions and answers, and you’d meant it.

He’s gonna have a hard enough time as is.

“I know you do.” you said firmly. He fully slumped against the table at your reassurance, shutting his eyes against the lights and the present.

You threaded the needle.

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It was early morning by the time you finished.

Steve wasn’t dead, which felt like a rousing success considering you’d just played surgeon on his kitchen counter, but after he was already hurt, you’d pushed him to his absolute limit. Taking the slippery gloves off and washing his blood off of your wrists made you retch into the sink, his moans and screams ringing in your ears. He’d passed out a few times, and you’d cried at least once out of guilt, but it was over.

You turned to face him, pale, soaked in sweat and shaking. You’d brought heavy duty pain meds from your own house, something you’d gotten prescribed for a bad injury months ago; now you were both just waiting for them to kick in. your stomach knotted with regret as he groaned softly, and you reached out, gently threading your fingers through his hair, brushing it away from his damp forehead.

“M’sorry.” you said softly, voice cracking, “You did so good. I’m so sorry.”

He gritted his teeth, shaking his head imperceptibly. “No, you…” he huffed, like he didn’t have enough air to speak, “you…did good. Thank you…Sorry.” you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, pulling back and continuing to smooth his hair away from his face. It didn’t take much longer for the meds to kick in, and you waited until he was pretty out of it to get him up. You knew it would be painful, and you hoped he’d be tired and loose enough that it wouldn’t hurt so much to get to the couch.

There’s no way in hell he’s getting upstairs.

It took longer than you expected, he was heavy and breaks for him to catch his breath or moan in pain were frequent, but eventually he was settled under a thick blanket and sleeping like the dead. As tempted as you were to join him, you got to business wiping his blood off of the counters and floors, disinfecting everything you could and tossing what you couldn’t. You threw the denim vest into the washer, and the kitchen gleamed, no imprint left behind of the screaming man on the counters.

Your eyes burned from crying and exhaustion, but you forced yourself to go outside and wipe down the pool lounge you’d found him on, like scrubbing the blood off of anything he touched would make it all a horrible, confusing dream.

You didn’t sleep until the entire downstairs smelled like bleach. Steve didn’t stir at all the entire time, so you curled up on the loveseat opposite him, watching him and the sunrise with bleary eyes until you couldn’t keep them open anymore.

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You woke up only a few hours later, suddenly too nervous to sleep. Steve still hadn’t moved, so you felt safe leaving long enough to go get groceries; you’d checked his fridge while you were cleaning, took one look at the number of frozen meals and leftover takeout, and decided you’d have to cook some real food for him when he woke up.

You sort of felt like a stalker, sneaking into his house from the backyard with a bunch of bags but the huge, empty house creeped you out, and you hoped cooking would fill some of the empty space. Imagining Steve here all the time, alone, made your chest ache.

He slept into the late evening, and you decided to just start on dinner; if he didn’t wake up, you could eat and save him the rest. As soon as you finished cooking, pulling out tupperware to put his portion into, you heard his soft voice drifting from the living room, calling your name. You flipped the burners and ran out of the kitchen.

His eyes were still closed, but his face was pinched, and he was clearly awake. He looked almost normal again, no longer paper-white and trembling in pain. You breathed out softly. “Hi, Stevie.”

“Hi, Angel.” He smiled briefly, but you could hear the strain in his voice, and he still didn’t open his eyes. Anxiously, you wondered if he was worse than before.

“How are you feeling? Need more meds?” He nodded, and you moved to the coffee table, grabbing the pills and bottle of water you’d set there. You pressed a tablet into his hand, and helped him drink down some water, tucking stray hairs behind his ears once he finished. He shifted slightly, letting out a groan, but looking far more relaxed.

“You're pretty good at this. Ever thought about being a nurse?”

“Steve, I’m pretty sure I almost killed you last night. Are you high?”

“No. Well, the pain meds…” he finally opened his eyes, meeting yours above him and giving you a goofy grin. The swelling on his face was already going down, but he was still puffy and bruised. He raised his eyebrows at you, and you rewarded him with a small smile.

“You’re so pretty.” You told him honestly, still running your fingers through his hair. He breathed a laugh through his nose, wincing in pain a second later.

“Wow, you sure know how to treat a guy who just got his ass kicked. Bet I look dead.” He sounded sarcastic, but you could see the warmth in his face. You shook your head, cupping his jaw tenderly in your palms.

“Nope. Just as gorgeous as ever.” He took in a sharp breath, closing his eyes as you kissed him fleetingly on his nose, his jaw, any bruise you could find that didn’t seem too sore, until he tilted his chin at just the right angle and caught your lips with his own. It was chaste, just a quick, sweet peck before he was pulling away with a satisfied grin that made an unexpected heat flare in your stomach. It was the first time he’d kissed you, and it wasn’t great; his lips were chapped, and he tasted like morning breath and the faint memory of blood, but it was Steve, so you chased him, kissing him again before finally pulling away and straightening up. The comfortable silence broke when his stomach growled. You grinned.

“Made you dinner, with real food. I’ll get you a plate.”

“God, you’re my dream girl.” you bit the inside of your cheek and turned your face away, waving off his compliments.

“I’m trying to feel less guilty about stabbing you with a needle.”

“I asked you to.”

“I know. And you owe me. So,” you trailed the tip of your index finger along his jaw, booping his nose and watching the dreamy smile spread slowly over his face while he stared up at you, “I bring you food, and you explain everything. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Measuring Tape

When you took the stitches out two weeks later, Steve told you he had a surprise for you.

You were a little worried, considering everything he had just ‘surprised’ you with recently; kids with superpowers and weird creatures from hell, Russian spies, shit man. It was insane, but you believed him; and you didn’t want anything to do with any super cool new lizard Dustin found.

He promised it had nothing to do with the Upside Down, so you agreed, and that Saturday he drove you up to Lovers Lake. Before you could make fun of him for trying to show you the make out spot he’d ‘invented’ himself as a surprise, he pulled a picnic blanket, a basket, and a small bouquet out of the trunk. You gasped, and you could already see him anticipating your reaction, eyebrows raised and expectant.

“For me?”

“No, for The Queen.” Smiling wide, you surged forward, taking the basket in one arm and the flowers in the other, stretching to kiss his cheek while he wrapped an arm around your waist, leaning down slightly to make it easier.

“You’re such a dork, Harrington.”

“In that case, I’ll just take this back.” He moved to take the basket from you, and you clutched it to your chest protectively, glaring at him and ripping yourself from his arm.

“No! Can’t back out now; I wanna have a picnic, and you said I can always have what I want.” You batted your eyelashes at him innocently, and he choked, face turning red.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Sweetheart.” Looking down at the flowers in your hand and the man in front of you, you couldn’t help but disagree.

I think it’s the other way round.

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Steve was a romantic, but he wasn’t a planner. Once you were both settled underneath a large tree, close enough to enjoy the sounds of the lake but hidden deep enough in the trees, you took it upon yourself to unpack the lunch Steve had brought, pulling out a six pack of beer and two sandwiches. You turned to him, one of your hands still in the basket, digging around for anything else.

“Quite the spread you got here.” You laughed, and he scooted closer, joining in. He put his hand into the basket, brushing yours for a second before grabbing two small plastic containers.

“You missed something.” He set them both on the blanket, eyeing you proudly and grabbing a beer. “There we go. Meal fit for a king.”

“Applesauce.” you didn’t have to say anything more.

“Okay, so I’m not the best at this stuff. Sue me.” He didn’t even seem the least bit embarrassed, nudging his knee with yours and taking a swig out of his bottle. Rolling your eyes, you kept searching the bottom of the basket before turning to Steve in confusion.

“Did you pack spoons?” The blank stare he gave you was enough of an answer, and you burst into giggles again, watching as he frustratedly put them away. “S’okay Steve, at least we have sandwiches and beer.”

“The most important food groups.” nodding sagely, he handed you a bottle and clinked it against his own lightly.

“Cheers. To not dying?”

Steve hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until you were side by side on the blanket, squishing together. Your mind went haywire, suddenly all too aware of how big you were and just how much of you touched him. How much his fingers sank into your sides. “To my amazing, beautiful personal nurse.”

But you were a million miles away and frozen ridgid next to him, suddenly shattered. Sometimes it was so easy to forget, especially with Steve, but then one tiny thing would take you back, spiraling into a web of shame and self-loathing. The static cleared for a second when he cupped your face, his concerned eyes swimming to the surface of your mind.

“Sweetheart?”

He wasn’t smiling anymore, his lips pursed in worry, scanning your face for a clue. You forced yourself to speak, lead in your chest.

“Do you really think I’m pretty?” You meant it to come out teasingly, but it wasn’t anything more than a choked whisper, and you watched Steve’s expression as his heart broke. It made you feel worse. It melted into determination a second later, and before you could stop him he was gripping one of your thighs and dragging you into his lap while you squealed.

“Steve!” You gasped, and he grinned cheekily, adjusting himself before diving in for a kiss. It was messy and quick, the sudden rush of cold air leaving you light-headed when he pulled back a few inches, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I think…” He hummed, squeezing your thighs before running his palms roughly up your sides, tracing the curves of your torso clumsily in his hurry, “that you’re the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on.” your breath caught, and tears welled up in your eyes even as you shoved him away slightly.

“That’s such a line.”

“Just the truth, honey. Call it like I see it.” Honey. Oh, that was new. The domesticity of it felt good, and already your doubts were receding, just a little. Steve kissed you again, just a soft peck at the corner of your lips before he whispered, “Come swim with me?”

“In the lake?” you fully pulled away, staring at him incredulously. He was dead serious, if his face was anything to go by.

“I mean, we’re here…”

“I didn’t bring a suit.” his honeyed eyes sparkled with mirth and heat, hands still roaming your soft sides while he spoke.

“That’s funny, me neither. I’m sure we could find a really good way around that.” He was eyeing the gauzy white dress you were wearing like he was already imagining it slung over a tree branch.

“I’m pretty sure skinny dipping has an implied meaning…” he stopped his hands cold on your thighs, frowning, and you bit your lip, embarrassed that you had let such a petty comment through; Steve had never made you feel unwanted, far from it, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“It means skin, and I’d love to see a lot more of yours.” his fingers played with the hem of your dress, dragging against the flesh just underneath, teasing and light. Breath catching and stomach flipping, you chewed on your bottom lip, Steve watching with rapt attention, brown eyes half-lidded and adoring. “C’mon, gorgeous. 10 minutes.”

Steve made it hard to feel self-conscious around him, especially when he was all over you like this, begging for a glimpse under your clothes. But still you shook your head, a smile starting to crack your somber face. He saw it, his own 100 watts bright as he realized it was working.

“I don’t wanna swim naked, Steve. Like, in general. What if someone came up here?” You defended, and he pulled you even closer in his lap, starting to press kisses all over your face.

“They’d get to see the hottest babe in the world having fun?” You laughed again, resistance flooding out of you as he held you even tighter. You were stomach to stomach now, something that probably would have given you heart palpitations in high school, but you took a deep breath and brought your arms around his neck. “Anyone would be lucky to even catch a glimpse, ‘n I get your pretty body all to myself? Feels like I won the jackpot. I’m not joking.”

“I know you’re not.”

When you nuzzled closer, Steve knew he’d won in his own way, even if you didn’t end up going swimming. That didn’t mean he had to stop trying to bribe you, though. He mouthed at your jaw, moving up quickly to nibble on your earlobe, with one finger hooked into the puff sleeve of your dress, dragging it tantalizingly slowly down your shoulder. His lips traced a path from your throat to the skin he’d exposed, and you sighed softly, threading your fingers through his hair and closing your eyes.

“Stevie…”

“Mm, little busy here baby.” His indulgent words were muffled against your skin and you giggled, squirming underneath him. You felt him laugh more than you heard it, pressed so close the deep vibrations of his chest echoed in yours. “You know, I’d have to stop if-”

“Shut up. I’m not going swimming with you.” groaning, he dug his teeth into your shoulder playfully, ripping a sudden gasp from you, eyes fluttering open in shock; Steve whipped his head up to lock gazes with you, an almost predatory grin splitting his face open.

“You like that?” murmuring heatedly, his hands trailed up and down your plush sides, occasionally moving low enough to grab handfuls of your thighs and leaving fire in their wake. How he expected you to respond with his hands all over you, mouth on your throat, you had no idea. Your brain was mush, senses both overwhelmed and desperate for more. Before you could even string two words together his mouth was on yours, more commanding this time, teeth and tongue and desperate breathing; While he had you distracted with his attention, he’d rucked your dress up to the tops of your thighs, lovingly tracing the stretch marks on the back of them.

Steve broke the kiss far earlier than you would have wanted, a little out of breath but still clearly on a mission, and you whined, wrapping your arms a little tighter around his neck to keep him close. With his eyes still closed and forehead now resting on your shoulder, he said, “So is that still a no on the skinny dipping, or…”

“You know, Lovers Lake is probably so gross. Imagine how many condoms and used needles are in there.” you wrinkled your nose, mood totally ruined; Steve seemed to agree.

“Wow, that’s sexy. You’re really getting me going here.” he pulled your dress back down your thighs neatly, though that didn’t stop him from immediately shoving his hands under the hem again, like he just couldn’t resist touching the skin underneath.

“You’re welcome.” He huffed against your skin, but you could feel his smile as he pressed a final open-mouthed kiss to your collar, tilting his head back a little to stare at you.

“What?”

He shook his head slowly, dark brown eyes never leaving your face, doe-eyed and soft. You stared back, studying the way his soft lashes framed his eyes, the beauty marks scattered all over his tanned skin, a thatch of dark chest hair peeking out from his unbuttoned polo; The green light dappling through the leaves scattered over his face casting him in a gold and emerald glow. Steve, totally oblivious to his effect on you, leaned towards you, tilting his head and looking at you through his thick lashes, wisps of hair falling forward and into his eyes.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, voice heavy. He was clearly waiting for a cue, a go ahead to kiss you again; you initiated instead, moving against him like you were trying to taste every bit of him before clumsily moving off his lap. He nearly growled in complaint, a rumble of displeasure coming from deep in his chest as he grasped at your hips, and you laughed into his mouth before breaking the searing kiss and standing up, legs shaky. He joined you a second after, steadying hand on your back as you wobbled; you shot him a grateful smile.

That every shitty guy I dealt with has been worth it.

“I’m thinking that you have a pool, and I have a bikini.” You said suggestively, and the hand on the small of your back moved to wrap around your side.

Astonished, Steve asked, “You do? Why didn’t I know this?”

“Why would you know? No one does.” Except for Claire, who had forced you to buy the damn thing at the mall, insisting that you might need it someday. Add that to the list of things you should thank her for, and would if she wasn’t always so smug about it.

“But I would have wanted to see. C’mon, we’re burning daylight, I wanna get a good view!” You laughed, Steve hustling to the car with the basket in one hand and the picnic blanket in the other. His hand didn’t leave your thigh once the entire drive home.

Made With Love

“I have a present for you.”

Steve was just showing up at your house for movie night, barely starting to take his shoes off in the entrance when you blurted it, unable to contain the excitement any longer. You’d been working on it in secret for months; since your third date, if you were honest, and finally you’d finished it the day before he was coming over.

“That’s a pretty good hello.” without missing a beat, he stepped forward and wrapped you up in a bear hug, and you instantly relaxed into him like you were always meant to be there. You crushed your face into his chest and inhaled the scent of his cologne, a hint of his sweat underneath melding with it into a smell that was uniquely him.

‘Hi.”

“Hey, Honey.” You felt him kiss the crown of your head before he pulled back a little, taking your face in his hands and pulling you away from his chest to brush his lips over yours. He gave you his typical winning smirk. “You got me a gift?”

“Correction, I made you a gift.” his hold on your jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, and his mischievous face broke open with affection and uncertainty.

“You didn’t have to.” he whispered, like he was surprised that you’d even considered doing more than the bare minimum for him; you wondered how often he got gifts from anyone at all.

Dating him, you realized that Steve hadn’t ever had someone to do things just because they cared about him, or wanted to see him smile; there were tiny strings attached to every kind of love Steve had known, except for Dustin and the other kids, and even then it wasn’t the same. They adored him, even if they didn’t want to admit it, but he was the mentor, the giver, and it both touched and saddened you that Steve gave them something he’d never had himself, from his parents or anyone else.

You were determined to give that to him, in whatever ways you could, so you just smiled and said, sweet as you could, “I wanted to.”

“Fuck. You know I-” he cut himself off quickly, turning red, “-thank you. Really, it means a lot.” His voice was hoarse like he was already fighting off tears and you nodded so you didn’t push him, kissing his cheek and returning to the bags he’d stepped in with while he stood frozen in the archway.

“So, what movies did you bring?”

It took 10 minutes and a lot of whining from him, but you made sure everything was set up for movie night before you brought the gift to Steve, no matter how eager he was. You’d wanted it to be casual; there was no anniversary or anything important going on, you’d just wanted to do something nice for him and you didn’t want him to feel like it was a big deal.

The point seemed moot when you passed him the white gift box and he was practically vibrating off the couch with barely contained excitement. Within seconds he tore off the lid and threw it aside, shushing you when you snickered at him.

Being able to watch his face shift as he realized what was in the box, like clouds breaking in the sky to reveal the sun, was more than enough payment for all of the work you’d put in for this moment.

“You’re serious?” he looked from the box back to you, then back to the box before pulling out the contents and holding it up to see it fully. You’d thought about making him a scarf, so he didn’t have to lie about needing one anymore, but you’d wanted to give him something he’d actually wear; plus, you had a promise to keep.

“I told you you’d be wearing one of my jackets one day, babe.” you reminded him, grin splitting your face open while he twisted it all around, looking at it from every angle, mouth gaping open in shock. It was a relatively simple looking windbreaker, navy and white and fitted to his measurements; you’d had to steal quite a few jackets until you’d gotten the fit you needed, but it was clearly worth it when Steve was staring at it like you’d handed him a fallen star. You’d even taken the time to sew in your own label to really make it yours, as well as his.

“You made this? For me?” You couldn’t identify the emotion in his voice, tight and strained, but you nodded, placing a kiss on his cheek; he didn’t look away for a second, putting the coat down in his lap and running his hands over the sleeves, like he couldn’t quite believe it was real.

“Just for you.” You confirmed, and he took one hand off of the jacket to pull you in by the waist, still without looking. You snuggled into his side, adding, “Made with love.” without thinking. Steve finally turned to look at you, eyes shiny with tears, clutching the jacket in his fist; your breath caught, and you instinctively reached up to cradle his jaw, tracing lines between his beauty marks with your fingers. He took a deep, shuddery breath and closed his eyes.

“Made with love, huh? You love me?” Despite his cocky phrasing, Steve’s voice shook slightly with fear, like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and you instantly knew why; Nancy and Steve were on good terms now, but you’d heard enough to piece together a few of the ways they’d hurt each other. He’d never told you much about the breakup, but you knew she was drunk, and angry, and said some things that had stayed with him ever since, no matter how badly you tried to wash it away.

“Of course I do.” You responded like there was never any doubt at all, and there wasn’t; You knew the moment you’d spoken it was true, it had been since your first date, draping you in a jacket he brought just for you, pulling you close at your door without any motives and promising he’d always give you what you wanted. He hadn’t broken that promise yet, and you doubted he ever would. You swiped your thumb under his eye, catching a single stray tear, and he gave you a sheepish grin.

“Thank you.” he murmured, pulling you closer to his side and inclining his chin to meet your mouth with his own; He tasted like chapstick-probably one he stole from you-and you could feel a flicker of fire in your stomach when he parted your lips with his tongue, gentle but insistent, running his hands through your hair and delicately over your arms and back like he was reveling in it. He pulled you onto him suddenly, swinging one of your legs over his so you could straddle his lap without breaking the kiss, the jacket crushed between you both as you pressed together, desperate to be as close as possible.

When you finally pulled yourself away, turning your head quickly so he couldn’t chase your lips, Steve whined. He looked amazing, lips red and slightly shiny with spit, parted just a bit so he could gasp for air, hair mussed from your hands, eyes wide and bright and so obviously in love it made you ache, toes curling in your socks. His eyelids fluttered for a second, like he was getting his bearings, and then he was smiling dopily at you, hugging you against his chest and pressing heated kisses along your jaw and down the curve of your throat, humming against you.

“Fuck. Love you so much, pretty girl. Just been waiting to hear you say it, you wouldn’t believe how long I waited. Worth every second.” he babbled against your skin adoringly, his teeth gently scraping your neck and tickling you; you giggled, pressing your face into his shoulder out of embarrassment, letting him trail his hands up your back soothingly. “Don’t get all embarrassed, I’m trying to be cute here.”

“You are being cute, that’s why I’m embarrassed!”

He laughed, shaking his head slightly. The mood shifted from playful to serious in the silence, and he started again. “Seriously, thank you. It’s-I… no one has ever done something like this for me.” He admitted, and you pulled away to look at him again- his eyes were downcast, staring into his lap where the jacket was crumpled between your stomachs. You scooted back a little and pulled it out from between you two, laying it neatly on the couch cushion next to you. He watched you silently before continuing, “I know I say that a lot, but it’s true, yknow?”

“I know.” You didn’t elaborate, and neither did he.

“I really do love you.” He clarified, and your chest swelled with pride; you had no idea what you’d done to deserve Steve, but you thanked whatever cosmic fate pushed him into your store for this moment, looking down at his honey-sweet smile while he professed his love on your parents couch. “We should elope.”

“Give me time to make the dress, okay?” you teased, and he leaned up to meet you again, laughing against your lips, starting to smile so big you couldn’t keep kissing him. You both settled again, resting your head on his shoulder while he traced patterns down your curves. “I love you too, Stevie.” you sighed, voice thick with emotion, and he pressed his cheek against your head, curling inwards so you could press yourself even close against him- you did, greedily.

“I know.” He repeated, voice was firm and solid, no trace left of the doubt from before, and you pressed a kiss to his collarbone in response.

“Good.” you followed his eyes back to the jacket next to you both, and you smiled a little. “You really like it?”

“I love it, baby.” He grabbed it, quickly throwing it over his shoulders and settling his hands on your hips, relaxing back into the couch. “How’s it look? As good as you dreamed?”

“Even better. I’m gonna have to start filling your wardrobe.” He visibly perked up at the idea and you giggled, brushing the tip of your nose against his and giving him another quick, sloppy kiss before clumsily climbing off of his lap to start the movie despite his protests.

You returned, settling yourself back into his lap without even thinking, and he sighed happily, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you. You’d never thought you’d be comfortable enough with someone to be this close, but Steve made it so easy; it was shocking how wanted he made you feel with just a few touches.

Without looking away from the screen you reached back and rested your hand on his cheek, running your thumb over the apple of it and murmuring “Thank you, Stevie.” You knew you didn’t have to say what for; Steve always knew when it came to you.

“Nothing to be thankful for,” He breathed into your ear, kissing the skin just behind it. You felt his smirk, and then he mumbled “So are you gonna make me that scarf, or…?”

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Hi! This is Annie, here are my reblog guidelines during 2023:

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❤ Marvel characters I read:

Steve Rogers.

Brock Rumlow.

Runaways.

Tandy Bowen.

Ororo Munroe.

Sue Storm.

Johnny Storm.

Lorna Dane.

Nico Minoru.

Clarice Fong/Ferguson.

Rogue.

John Proudstar.

Stepford Cuckoos.

Logan/Wolverine.

Magik.

PRIDE.

Jubilee.

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Doctor Doom.

Amora.

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Hellfire club.

Jessica Jones.

Jack Rollins.

The divine pairing.

GertChase.

Deanoru.

Thunderblink.

Morgan le Fey.

Tina Minoru.

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Ransom Drysdale.

Meg Drysdale.

❤ Charmed characters I read read:

Piper Halliwell.

Leo Wyatt.

Prue Halliwell.

Cole Turner.

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Bree Van de Kamp.

Gabrielle Solis.

Susan Mayer.

Julie Mayer.

Katherine Mayfair.

Angie Bolen.

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Lilah Junior “LJ” Folger.

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Tokyo.

Pamplona.

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Izzie Stevens.

Cristina Yang.

Amelia Sheperd.

Callie Torres.

Denny Duquette.

Stephanie Edwards.

Erica Hahn.

Nicole Herman.

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Evan “Buck” Buckley.

Howie Han.

Maddie Buckley.

Abby Clark.

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Misty Day.

Moira O’Hara.

Fiona Goode.

Lana Winters.

Cordelia Foxx.

Ally Mayfair-Richards.

Mallory.

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Andrea Harrison.

Glenn Rhee.

Rosita Espinosa.

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Mistuko Souma.

Shūya Nanahara.

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Original horror/terror stories.

Any horror movie killer.

Any Frank Grillo characters.

Any Ko Shibasaki characters.

Tomie.

Nanno.

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No A/B/O.

No RPF.

No Social Media AU.

Staron.

Steggy.

Romanogers.

Taserbones.

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arknights-imagines · 3 years ago

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ok so can i ask a relationship hc with blitz or maybe ash? also the doctor is gn! thank u for answering this one <3 (灬º‿º灬)♡

Shhshs hiya Mahribee 🥺💕! It's super great to see you again, I hope you're well~

Anywho I hope you can forgive me for taking so long to get to your request svshsg ty for your patience 😭!! It was in my queue for v long but I was stumped on what to write for it for quite some time aaa...

But finally here it is now avshs 🥳💞!! I know lots of people were looking forward to these so I really do hope everyone enjoys 👉👈!!

Taglist for All Writing!:

@too-many-donuts-stuff

@zone10-8

@tiredstudents

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Being in a relationship with Blitz and Ash

Headcanon format; From the perspective of the reader for the most part, written in second person!

Contains: Blitz, Ash, gender-neutral Doctor as the reader, acquaintances to established relationship progression, a few mentioned side characters, mentions of canon events, lots of soft lovey-doveyness and fluff sgshgs 🥺!!

Word count: 3.5k in total!

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BLITZ

･ Admittedly, after being informed of the ‘Watchtower 33’ Incident, meeting this Team Rainbow intimidated you like a battle with the odds against you would've.

･ Aliens - that was the image the written and verbal reports created of them, if there was anything much said at all.

･ Much of what was gathered from them by Rhodes Island was quoted under ‘the team member with the shield’; or, as he was also called, ‘Blitz’.

･ “He uses a gun, but he clearly is clueless about Originium Arts”, “Doctor, do healing potions exist? The one from Team Rainbow who carries the shield asked me about that once and- uhm, well, I didn't know how to reply”, “Blitz, is that his name? Yes, he told me he came from Southern Sargon…but I’m afraid I’ve never heard of a single soul who’s from there”.

･ This uncertainty of yours dissipated however, once you finally personally met Team Rainbow - and you witnessed the unexpected bright smile belonging to Operator Blitz.

･ With eagerness in his gait, the man approached you; you flinched just a little, worried for the worst, only to blink at him as he sent you a wink and a playful salute. “Tactician of Rhodes Island, Codename Blitz! These guys with me are Team Rainbow. It’s about time all of us had the pleasure of meeting you, …?” Unsure of how to address you, Blitz trailed off, motioning to you expectantly.

･ A moment passed - as it did, the anxiety in your chest became a gentle warmth -, then you smiled and outstretched your hand and told him your name, adding that he could simply refer to you as “the Doctor”. The lopsided grin on the man's face grew wider, something in his eyes glinting brightly as he looked at you, “Well then! I hope this is the beginning of a very beautiful relationship, Doctor.”

･ And that it was; that it most definitely was.

･ After your initial meeting, Blitz apparently went searching for you very often - you knew this how? Your Operators would tell you with worry in their voices that he would ask everyone and anyone about your whereabouts.

･ Eventually, he finally found you by happenstance and - before you had even the chance to ask ‘what is it, Blitz?’ - he suddenly presented to you an obvious collar-like item bearing luminescent turquoise highlights, “Doctor! I’ve got a question, what is this thing?”

･ Your brow lifted very slowly, however his expression spoke honest curiosity to you and so you couldn't help but let yourself soften. Smiling slightly, you explained, “That’s an Infection Monitor.” In the way he furrowed his brows, you could tell that answer didn't exactly satisfy him - and so, you added, “If you come walk with me to my meeting, I can tell you more.”

･ The man lit up in a manner you hadn't seen before, causing your grin to widen; he nodded and stood so he could walk abreast with you, “Awesome, we should do this more often, don't you think?”

･ Blitz coming to bring you Terran objects or items exclusive to Rhodes Island, and asking if you had a second to spare to enlighten him on their purpose became an occurrence you grew used to - and might you say, began to eagerly await -, even if he often appeared to be a hassle on you to onlookers.

･ “Doctor, check this shotgun out! This can definitely make a good ‘kapow’!!” “Blitz, where did you get that..?! That’s a prototype for an improved version of Executor’s weapon, we need to go return it to him right now…!”, “Doctor, I think this energy drink here might’ve gone bad, should I toss it, you think?” “Oh no, Blitz, that's not an energy drink- that’s one of Thorns’ paralyzing elixirs! We need to go to the infirmary, don't drink any more of that and follow me please…!”, “Is this some kind of computer- whoa, wow! It’s making a hologram!” “That’s a hologram-projection map device. It can show you any place on Terra, for example, where Rhodes Island first met Team Rainbow was around here….”

･ One afternoon, Blitz came to find you as you expected him to - however when you turned to look to him, your eyebrows furrowed upon noticing nothing was being held in his hands.

･ He greeted you as always and took his place to walk by your side; the man lessened the gap between you until your arms were touching, before speaking up about his curiosity for the day, “So, Doctor. Here, in your world, do people take each other on dates?”

･ Your heartbeat grew faster as you replied softly, “Yes, you can still take anyone on a date. We do those here.”

･ From the corner of your eye, you saw Blitz grin and redness come to his cheeks, “Good, great. Want to go on one with me, then?”

･ Stifling a small chuckle, you brought your warm gaze to meet his own expectant one, then your answer came fast and sure, “Yes, I’d really like that, Blitz.”

･ And at that, his grin shined the brightest you had ever witnessed; you couldn’t help but beam just the same as you watched him celebrate to himself with a fist pump to the air and a gale of elated laughter.

…

･ Perhaps on the surface it seemed that being in a relationship with Blitz meant dealing with his constant playfulness, however that wasn't completely the case.

･ Truthfully, towards you, Blitz was abundantly intimate.

･ While such was against many expectations and caused surprise-filled faces from others at Rhodes Island, as for you, you weren't incredulous; it very quickly had become common knowledge to you that the man was never out of surprises, even long before you two had became a couple.

･ And once you were his partner, you realized truly how much that title - his significant other, his lover - meant to him. While his responsibility as an Operator was important, his responsibility as your boyfriend was most important.

･ The man was so very affectionate, albeit in his own manner.

･ More often than your name or ‘Doctor’, he’d address you by a nickname he choose himself with pride and insisted suited you perfectly:

･ “Liebling! Found you, finally.”, “Instead of standing around, liebling, how about we walk together? Just a suggestion.”, “Time to get the bad guys? Just give me the order, liebling.”

･ The name would come through his lips in uplifted tone regardless of whether you two were alone in one of your rooms or in a briefing room surrounded by other Operators.

･ By extension, he constantly reminds you to call him by his real name instead of his codename - no matter the environment.

･ “I’ll take attendance now before we begin the Operation, please listen for your name. Codename Blitz-” “Right here, but why the need for code names with me? I am your boyfriend, after all, and I think ‘Elias’ rolls off the tongue really nicely.” “Okay, okay, Elias. Elias is present, then. Now, codename Exusiai…”

･ He doesn't say so out loud, but he’s sure he’ll never tire of hearing ‘Elias’ from you.

･ Blitz conveys almost all of his love towards you through physical touch - holding you close and having your form against his own, warm and secure, he likes that the very most.

･ Each greeting or goodbye from Blitz would be accompanied by a kiss or affectionate rub at the top of your head - in fact, the man refused to allow you to join up with or part from him without it.

･ He’d feign offence half-heartedly and gasp, “Hey! Come on, aren’t you forgetting something? ” Every time, you’d smile and roll your eyes a little, before coming closer so he could give you his little piece of affection.

･ When you two are alone, the man can't restrain himself from pulling you to sit in his lap; he's almost certain nothing will make his heart more full than the warmth that surrounds his body him as you relax against his chest and he coils his arms around your waist.

･ Unfortunately, this also means that - even if you had something to attend to - he isn't in any rush to release you from his lap. Being accustomed to combat, he was in no way feeble and his strength wasn't something you could easily win against.

･ “Elias. I have to go, Kal’tist needs me to be at a meeting with her soon-” “Liebling, ease up. And stop squirming, maybe.” “Elias…I’m serious…” “You know, if you keep moving around, I’ll only end up keeping you here longer.”

･ If he happens to be nearby you, rarely are you without Blitz’s arm around your shoulder; those at Rhodes Island have gotten used to having work-related discussions with you while Blitz listens from his spot at your side, and Team Rainbow always make sure to yell ‘get a room, you guys!’ whenever they spot their teammate with an arm wrapped around you.

･ However, his insistence to be right next to you, as a loving dog would be to their owner, was not only because he adored the contact - his protectiveness over you was the primary reason behind the arm he constantly had around you.

･ Blitz was never laid-back when it came to your safety, and he always reminded you of this anytime he noticed anxiety take hold of you - when you tensed, and uncertainty weighed on your facial features.

･ “Liebling, hey, look at me.” The man would tilt your chin to his direction, “You’re good, I’m here after all. You should already know, as your boyfriend, I have a responsibility to look after you and I take that very seriously.”

･ Even in situations absent of any hope, he was light - shining you with warmth and security. You’re never be without Blitz; and you so deeply hoped it would always remain that way.

･ Whenever you were worried, mind uncomfortably full with thoughts of him eventually leaving should he ever be presented with the opportunity to return to his “Earth”, you confessed so to him.

･ Confusion would paint the man’s face, then he would chuckle and pull you in by the waist, “You’re adorable, but there’s nothing to be nervous about, because I don’t need to go back to my world.” Your brow would lift a little as you mumbled, “But why?”

･ His smile - the one with brightness you could argue rivalled that of his shield - grew on his lips and shined as he spoke his next words, “Because this one has you,” He leaned down to rest his forehead to your own, “and I don't need anything else.”

ASH

･ Following your formal debrief of the ‘Watchtower 33’ Incident, you had asked to make arrangements so you could meet Team Rainbow; the Operator acting as the liaison between you and them audibly winced at your proposition.

･ “Well- it’s just, their leader.” Unsure, the Operator teetered on what they were saying, “Ms. Ash is…maybe unfriendly is the best way to say it? Harsh is probably more accurate.” They rubbed the back of their neck as they lowered their voice, “That Drudge gentleman I mentioned to you, she almost beat him to death for justice over that young doctor they met. It wasn’t wrong of her, in my opinion, but I just worry since we don't know what she or any of Team Rainbow are capable of just yet.”

･ You lifted a brow; you understood what they were trying to explain, however it wouldn’t have been your first experience with Operators who were challenging or who's actions were disagreeable.

･ Therefore, you shook your head - your thoughts hadn’t changed, you wanted to meet Ash and Team Rainbow personally and as soon as possible. Now with their order, the Operator left, albeit with some still-remaining hesitance.

･ They returned to find you just a few hours later - with four unfamiliar individuals armed in tactical gear following behind them. “Doctor, meet Team Rainbow. This is…” For a moment, the Operator trailed off with hesitancy, before motioning to the woman with red hair, “...Ms. Ash, their leader.”

･ With an audible huff, Ash stepped in front of the Operator brusquely, “Are you the Doctor? Codename Ash, Operator with Team Rainbow.” The expression on her face was austere, it seemed as if she was bracing herself for an unpleasant response from you.

･ Instead, however, you answered with a smile, “Hello Ash, it’s nice to finally meet you and your team. I appreciate your hard work in collaboration with our Operators from Rhodes Island, thank you.” You then outstretched your hand slowly and with hesitance, “Sorry, is handshaking also a custom on your….’Earth’?”

･ Ash didn't answer you for a moment. Gentle surprise came on her countenance - the softening of her eyes, her lips falling agape, and her eyebrows lifting -, however it was gone too fast for you to notice it, “Hah, yeah. We do shake hands over where I’m from.” She shook your hand, then held onto you for a few moments longer than would be considered typical for a handshake, “...Good to meet you. I’m looking forward to spending some more time with you, Doc.”

･ Ash and Team Rainbow tarried at Rhodes Island after that. To recuperate and devise a plan as to where they would go or what they would do next, you figured.

･ However onlookers observing from outside took notice of an oddity - Ash spent more hours with you than her team.

･ The woman would tap your shoulder and ask if you had a moment to talk with her regarding a variety of things. Every time, she remained with you for longer than the last; clarifications on orders you’d given or inquiries about mission plans developed into questions about Terra that would unfold into hour-long discussions between just you and herself.

･ The Ash you heard of from other Operators wasn't at all the Ash who spoke with you.

･ Ash’s teammate Tachanka happened to be one of said onlookers; his closer relationship to the woman meant he understood what he was observing from her at a depth none of the Rhodes Island Operators could've.

･ “...Cohen has taken a serious liking to you, comrade. You see it, don’t you?”

･ Disregarding the abruptness of Tachanka approaching you and suddenly saying what he did, perhaps the statement itself wasn't something that should’ve caused you to fluster. However, the lift in his tone was nearly teasing, obviously suggesting more than what he said.

･ “I should tell you, she isn't too fond of creating close bonds. She never has been.” His hand came to pat your shoulder with an amused huff, “You’re special. She really likes you, I can see it on her face when she comes to talk with you.” And then, already taking his leave, Tachanka left you with one last thing, “You know, I personally think one of you should do something already.”

･ But the next time you saw Ash, you acted on Tachanka’s advice.

･ “Ash?” “Hey Doc-” Your hand came to take her own; your sudden, uncoordinated movement caused the position to be a little uncomfortable, but her mouth shut as soon as you touched her and her eyes were wide when they met yours. Finally, you asked her, “...would you like to go out and get something to eat?”

･ Ash was silent. Then, in one swift move she readjusted the position of both your interlocked hands to tug you gently in the direction leading towards an exit, “...Well? Let’s go.” You blinked; a smile and soft blush painted your face soon after. “Yes, let’s go, Ash.”

･ You caught a glimpse of a small growing on her lips before she turned around and began leading you down the hall with purpose, “Stay with me, now.”

…

･ Quick after you and her had become a couple, you discovered that the woman was unexpectedly capable of being affectionate.

･ It was unfathomable almost, how Ash who was reputed as being harsh and unapproachable was thoughtful and tender in regards to you. Operators insisted that Team Rainbow Operator Ash must be a whole different person from the Doctor’s girlfriend.

･ However, truly her heart desires nothing more than for you to be safe and away from harm; this displays through her subtle protectiveness over you.

･ Before you depart for Operations, Ash never forgets to tell you “be careful out there” or “don’t do anything stupid” as she levels you with a very particular expression on her visage - her facial features would be nearly stone, though behind her eyes would be sincere concern over your safety.

･ You would receive earfuls from Team Rainbow about how Ash became anxious or refused to take some ease whenever you were away on a mission; “Cohen just couldn’t sit still while you were gone, Doctor! You never left her mind, I think”, “Next time you plan to leave for a while, could you reconsider? Cohen isn’t the same when you’re away for so long”, “If you’re going to be gone for lots of time, bring Cohen with you. Trust me, it will be better that way”. They would only cease their teasing chatters the second their leader would come into earshot.

･ Even in circumstances where you aren’t in any direct danger, if Ash begins to feel unsure about your surroundings or the people around you, her hands find you right away - one takes yours or both grab your waist - and she’ll explain quietly, “Just making sure you’re okay and that I’m right here in case anything happens.”

･ “Don’t worry, I’m just fine Eliza.”, you would always assure her; “I know, I know. I’m just…being extra careful.”, she would always huff in reply, while pulling you a little closer.

･ Ash didn’t call herself someone who enjoyed physical affection nor physical touch, and yet she did adore one certain and sole thing - when you played with her hair.

･ Initially, she stared at you as if you had three heads when you expressed a desire to touch her hair.

･ “You really want to touch my hair that bad? I don’t get it.” “It just looks so soft and it's such a nice colour of red! How could I not want to?” “...What, is this a special thing couples do on Terra to show love or something?”

･ Now, however, she absolutely can never tire of your hands in her hair; of you combing your fingers through, twirling the strands around fingertips, and slowly braiding only to undo it then start all over again.

･ As you occupy yourself with her hair she’s helpless to resist, her eyes flutter shut while warmth fills her chest. You snicker at her reaction - similar to an ice cube melting under heat - everytime, “Haha, this isn’t so bad, right?” And though she rolls her eyes in reply, she doesn’t deny anything, “Shut it, you. But…this is really nice…”

･ What Ash may lack in eloquence or a warm touch, she makes up for in thoughtfulness and her ability to imbue you with her love through acts of service.

･ If you happen to be deluged in paperwork, buried in piles of Operator applications or Operation reports, Ash takes notice right away; she’ll remove the papers from your hands despite any stubbornness you manage and place her palm on your cheek as she speaks, “Alright, times up. That’s enough sitting at this desk for you. Go get some rest, now. I’ll take care of this for you.”

･ The woman regularly gifts you items as well, however perhaps they wouldn't be considered gifts to anyone else.

･ A coffee in the morning, a new stapler to replace your broken one, a packaged meal if she noticed you hadn’t eaten lunch.

･ And often, when she passes by the window displays of shops she’ll pause and think, ‘Would they like this?’, ‘Maybe they’d find a use out of this’, ‘I should get that for them’.

･ To say Ash thinks of you often is an understatement; truly, there isn't a moment when she doesn’t have you in her thoughts.

･ She adores the effusive grin and sparkle in your eyes whenever she brings you a small gift, though she wouldn't admit so outloud.

･ When you’re with her, Ash is able to encapsulate warmth she didn't know she had even the slightest capacity for. She never restrains herself once there is no one watching; her love for you floods her and spills out on the floor.

･ Her hands would slowly slide upward from your waist, settling to cup your face, “Before I came to this world and met you, I never really expected myself to accept that I’d feel this way about anyone.” For a small while she quietly studied your facial features, then her fingertip traced the outline of your lips. You would have to speak first, “And now, Eliza?”

･ “Hah, and now?” In reply the woman pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips and smiled softly, pulling away to whisper in a warm voice meant only for you, “I want us to always be together.”

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prodbyblush · 3 years ago

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star - arisu ryohei

ｎｏｗｌｏａｄｉｎｇ . . .

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Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: before the borderlands, arisu is a dedicated fan of idol!reader, doing everything he can to get his hands on her latest merch or getting the best seats during her concerts, but when his idol myteriously disappeared after getting involved in a dating scandal, what was arisu going to do alone now?

Taglist: @ahahawowwwwww @chishiyaslosthoodie @dorizone @bangtannie7 @fruity-frutta @miniminnie27 @itsmeaudrieee

→ female!reader

Arisu placed a glass of water in front of him and his food, a wide smile painting his lips as he watched Y/N perform her new song at the Tokyo Dome.

"Phone off the table, Ryohei." His father spoke to him as he entered the kitchen, sitting down in front of him before quietly eating his food. Arisu took his phone and instead of hiding it inside his room, placed it on his lap and lowered the volume, occassionally glancing down while trying to hide his grin by chewing his food.

. . . . . . . . . . ♡

"Hey, Arisu. Stop fanboying and date someone for real." Karube says before finishing the rest of his beer in his glass.

While at the pub where Karube works, Arisu raised his hand and waved it lazily. "Isn't Y/N real? She's human, she performed for me yesterday! Even waved hello to me!"

"Karube's right, the person you think is so special, isn't your soulmate." Chota says, looking at Karube, who in return pointed his index finger back at him.

"He's right. Chota's got a point." Karube says, refilling his glass with another bottle of beer he popped open.

Still persistent, Arisu shook his head after finishing his glass of beer in one swing. "I don't want Y/N to see me as a regular fan." He says, taking the bottle of beer from Karube's hands. "I want to be involved in her life. Even if it meant being crazily involved." He declares before drinking straight from the bottle.

Chota and Karube shared a look, thinking that Arisu must have gone crazy, Karube quickly initiates a new topic between them.

. . . . . . . . . . ♡

Arisu lets out a loud yell, right hand gripping on his phone. On the screen of his phone, bold letters lit up and formed the words

" Congratulations, Arisu, R***** for winning the fansign slot with Y/N! Further details will be given on the day of the event. Strictly follow the alotted time and no sharing or filming of the fansign call. "

When he calmed down for a bit, Arisu opened his text messaging app and decided to thank Karube and Chota for helping him secure a spot to meet Y/N.

. . . . . . . . . . ♡

For the first time, after Arisu took a shower, he combed his hair nicely and decided to wear something nice, not a single hair was out of place.

Entering inside the venue, hundreds of people were already inside. Talking amongst themselves, others taking pictures of the merchandise being given away at the entrance. Hearing Y/N's songs being played in the background made the hairs on Arisu's body rise, reminding himself that finally the day has come for her to know that he exists.

As the event began, Arisu stood behind the barriers at the Standing section A. Being a few inches away from the stage made him giddy, especially when Y/N came out from backstage. Seeing her up close, Arisu thought she looked prettier in real life than in photos, the camera couldn't do her visuals justice.

Forming a line, Arisu stood and waited as number three in queue. A minute and a half felt too fast and definitely not enough for him to talk to Y/N. Heck, she might forget him if being only given that time frame.

When the barrier opened for him as number two stepped off the stage, Arisu's heart beats fastened. Looking up, he saw Y/N smiling and waving her hand at him. He too smiled back at her and sat down on the seat in front of her.

"Hello! What's your name?" Y/N asked, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear.

"A-Arisu..." Arisu stutters. He felt awestruck, Y/N really does look pretty and getting this close to her really felt like a dream.

"Arisu? You have a pretty name!" Y/N chuckled softly, scribbling on the first page of the album. "You look cute too" Y/N shyly admitted, pink tint spreading across her cheeks.

"I'll be seeing more of you, Arisu." Y/N says, closing the album before handing it to him. The venue staff tapping Arisu in his shoulder, signalling him that his time with her is over.

He stood up and got off the stage, feeling bummed at the fact that he didn't get to ask you anything and just say his name. How will he be involved in your life then?

Arisu stood at the very back, leaning his back on the wall. Suddenly, he stood up, reminded to see what you wrote on his copy of her album.

On the first page of his copy was Y/N's name and her phone number with a little heart beside the last digit.

. . . . . . . . . . ♡

Months flew by and Arisu found himself grinning as he continues to exchange text messages with Y/N. He loved the feeling of getting updates from her rather than waiting for her to post on her official socials. Arisu remembers back then when he'd wait for a week or two for her to post something. Y/N's hiatus back then put him in an agonizing waiting game for her to return. Karube once joked what if Y/N wasn't going to return, it made Arisu cry at the pub.

He's not like the other fans. But Arisu told this to Chota and Karube, at first they thought he was joking, living in his fantasy far too long until he showed them their messages.

"Don't forget us when you're famous, okay?" Chota kids, plopping down on the couch besides Arisu.

. . . . . . . . . . ♡

Arisu was about to open his phone when Y/N stopped him.

"Don't open your phone, Arisu." She warned him, slowly taking his phone and placing it on top of the table, placing it beside hers. "It's best not to at a time like this." She says before sitting in her spot.

Arisu immediately lunges himself at her, arms wrapped around her shoulders and hugging her tightly.

"I won't let you open your phone too." Arisu says, slowly brushing Y/N's hair in his hands. "How about...I teach how to play Halo?"

Y/N never learned how to play video games, at an early age, the dance room and the studio has been what seemed like her world. Mostly home, school, dance room and studio.

Nodding her head, she slowly leaned away from the hug. "Okay."

. . . . . . . . . . ♡

" Y/N mysteriously disappeared "

" The case of Y/N and how she mysteriously disappeared "

" Y/N disappeared after dating scandal? "

" Y/N still missing "

The stress and anxiety of her disappearance made Arisu on edge. He couldn't go out and show his face to the world like he used to, but Karube and Chota found ways to reach him. Hiding from the prying eyes of the people wanting to get a scoop on him, Arisu buried himself in his room more than ever.

And another night he couldn't sleep.

#aib imagine #aib fanfic #aib arisu #arisu ryohei #arisu x reader #arisu x y/n #aib x reader #aib x you #imawa no kuni no alice #arisu imagine #arisu oneshot #imawa no kuni no arisu #ima wa no kuni no alice #alice in borderland fanfic #arisu alice in borderland

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inupinggu · 3 years ago

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-ˏˋ EVERYTHING⠀♡⠀CHOI BEOMGYU ˊˎ-

SUMMARY! as someone who's been working hard to meet the undying and high expectations of their parents, you just wanted to be in hands that are ready to accept you with what you can give that it aches your heart to hear someone say they're willing to give you their all.

PAIRING! bf!choi beomgyu x conflicted!reader (i think there are no pronouns mentioned :r)

GENRE! fluff, angst :(( comfort, and alternate universe

WARNINGS! + A/N! profanities, cw: household issues, mentions of cigarettes, emotional and mental instability + kinda bad boy vibes gyu idk he's sweet & mischievous, purely indulgent bc maya's been feeling down and beomgyu is a healing person

WORD COUNT! 4k+ words

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it has been a rather busy weekend for choi beomgyu. spent his energy and free time trying to chase each of his almost half a hundred missing assignments. true he wasn’t fond of studying but can still top his class when he wants. he was more of a ‘learning’ type of a person, verbatim to what he said about himself.

so, here he was, all comfortable on his couch with his oh so loved guitar. his phone laying on one his thighs as he scrolled up and down trying to find the best chord list for the song he’s been wanting to learn.

“what a bore..” beomgyu mumbled.

one hand he used to scroll on his screen, and the other used a chin rest on top of his guitar as his lip puckers in concentration. the facade was soon shattered when his phone started vibrating and the screen momentarily went black that faintly reflected his eased and fluttering lashes in confusion.

suddenly, when the screen lit up showing a caller id, beomgyu smiled :]. happily tapping the green button before bringing the phone near his right ear. “hey, y/n. what’s up?”

“beomgyu…” hearing you murmur his name had an affect on him that had him smiling bigger yet curious upon hearing the quietness in your voice and generally the quietness in your side of the phone. you sounded exhausted.

he hummed, “yeah, what happened? something wrong?”

feeling a little more cared for when you hear your boyfriend’s questions of worry. he’s always been taking care of you and made you feel better about yourself. reciprocating the things you do for him after hearing the words, “just acting the way i want to be treated” from you with the sweetest and kindest intent someone could have and mustered when he asked why you treat people the way you do.

“can you… pick me up from the convenience store?’’

you murmured once more, he would describe your voice right now as ‘someone who’s known for being the kind and paragon student that’s confessing to their teacher for lying and is close to bursting in tears.’ though that was you really were to beomgyu.

“what’s the magic word?” he teases.

“...please.”

“hm! it was lotion but i’ll give it to ya since you’re cute.”

beomgyu’s been with you for so long he now knows what was up when you’re at the convenience store that all he could do at the moment was to chuckle lightly while putting his guitar aside. but this time was a little bit different, you were calling him at two in the morning and you were at a convenience store.

“the one far from my house?” he asked, slipping an arm on his jacket sleeve.

“yeah haha.. sorry,” beomgyu can picture you scratching the lobe of your ear.

right when he had his jacket on, picked up his keys on his coffee table that was thrashed with crumpled paper from his studying session. hovering his hand on a red and white box that turned out empty beside an ashtray. “you’re kidding..”

beomgyu hears you muttering a confused hum when he finishes whispering those words, “nothing, babe. i’ll be there.” the small okay that rang from his phone speaker was his queue to put his phone away and press the red button before shoving his phone in his back pocket.

when he reached his front door, he heard the harsh pouring of rain outside his front yard. “stop fucking joking,” he frustratedly let out, spreading his arms a bit with an annoyed tilt of his head. yet he had no other choice but to run to his car that wasn’t parked in his garage since he was too lazy to do so earlier when he got home.

when beomgyu reached his car, his jacket that was fresh out from his closet, now had wet spots. running a hand through his wet hair and frustratingly arching an eyebrow with an exasperated sigh. quickly sticking his car keys to where they belong before throwing his phone on the passenger seat where you were usually seating prettily.

the warm toned light that illuminated the interior of his car and his sharp and captivating features that had everyone falling head over heels for him. beomgyu wasted no more time seething in the feeling of frustration and just drove off to where you were, his cute little (at least to him) girlfriend who needed to be rescued by her strong pretty boyfriend.

you, on the other hand, was heaving a relieved sigh upon seeing your boyfriend’s car pull over not too far from where you were. you’ve been trying to avoid interacting with the new staff of the store as you found them… weird.

beomgyu pulls over in the parking lot of a neon-lit store down the road. through the movements of his wipers that worked hard to keep the water from blocking his vision, beomgyu sees you hugging yourself, seated on a bench outside the store. an amused smile creeping on his lips.

when beomgyu’s car door opened, the aura surrounding you immediately got a little lighter. the gloomy vibe transitioned into a more comforted one when you saw him get off his car with a hand over his head, rushing to your direction.

“hey, there. the day is saved by the wonderful gyu,” he greeted with a large grin. you lightly pulling on your paw sleeves and lightly tapping on his temple to wipe a raindrop from his pretty face with a shy smile. “y/n is thankful,” you playfully answered back.

“i’ll get something real quick, wait for me in the car.”

carefully pulling your hood over your head, he pats the crown of your head before making his way inside the store. you complied and rushed to his car, sitting on the passenger seat waiting for beomgyu to come back. feeling a little guilty for having him run in the middle of a sad weather at this time, slowly shrinking on your seat as it was starting to get colder with the ac on.

you saw him coming out the glass door and rushing back to his car that had you sitting up straight, waiting for the other car door to open. and with a little tad, the car door opened welcoming beomgyu throwing a red and white box on the small compartment in between your and his seat before he sat down with a low groan, patting his thighs with both hands.

as you watch every inch of his motions, he turns to you with a quick raise of both eyebrows, waiting for you to say something yet you stay quiet and even tries to avoid eye contact by looking for something new interesting in his car.

“what?” you hear beomgyu speak up, not breaking his gaze away from your jittery ones. he leans back on his reclined back seat, one hand on the lower wheel and the other casually resting on his lap. it’s attractive. “cold?”

“no, ‘m okay,” you affirm. you’re nervous, you can feel your hands shaking which you tuck under your thighs. you tried your best not to say anything, afraid your voice would crack if you did so. beomgyu’s so… pretty. his custom cut shirt revealing glimpses of his back muscles when he took off his black bomber jacket, he’s always looked good in dark colors and his slightly wet dark hair was not helping you calm down either.

the faint sound of rain tapping the roof of his car, the sound his wipers made and the light tump that was produced when he bumped his head on the car seat were the only sounds keeping the atmosphere from going empty.

his smile- his gorgeous, side smile catches in your peripheral vision but he doesn’t say anything and you were appreciative of that, “okay,” he releases a heavy breath, keeping the car parked. his other hand finding rest on his corresponding thigh.

beomgyu turns to you. your unmoving self had him leaning closer and down to your ear to murmur a soft, “hi,” watching your cheeks flush that familiar, pretty red and how you seem to curl into yourself with timidity.

“hi, beomgyu,” you smiled, finally looking up at him.

“anything you want to do? calling me at this time,” you don’t bother to answer and he doesn't bother to move. his stare was focused on you. it was unashamed, open, and impudent- you couldn't help but shuffle on your seat a little while clearing your throat.

“did i bother y-”

“no, not at all.” beomgyu interjects, murmuring nonchalantly, “i ran out of cigs, i was bout to come buy some and had you calling me for rescue,” the lingering smell of the stick he mentioned he smoked earlier went away when he moved back to cline his back on his seat.

the primary factor why you left your house was your parents’ harsh yet false words about the guy. the looming voices of those they call your parents travel through the back of your mind. you have heard a lot of things that made you conclude how most people have time to judge others but give zero effort to ponder on what kind of person they really were. they haven’t even met beomgyu, nor did they try to meet and get to know him.

you nod meekly, shrinking back on your seat with your hands clutching on the looped seatbelt across your body. thinking about the other factors why you left home at this time in this rain.

“so, what are we gonna do?” beomgyu asks one more time.

you gulped, not sure what to say. you didn’t really wanna go home. “why are you even out at two am in the first place? you’re usually so scared to even get out of your room after nine..” beomgyu chuckled after.

it was true. you weren’t really the type to go out on your own late at night or go out in general, as your parents have always said, ‘they’d rather have you staying up late for education purposes than hanging out with your big buffoon of a boyfriend.’

“had a disagreement with mommy and daddy?” he scoffed, stretching an arm to rest behind the headrest of your car seat. the more he spoke, the further you shrank down your seat. beomgyu’s always made you feel little with his aura and overall physique, it was nothing negative. but everything from his vibe and style, his way with his words were the exact opposite.

“...i don’t wanna go home.”

finally. beomgyu thought after hearing your voice clear for the first time tonight. you sounded stern and loud, a little bit hesitant but he got you. probably too drowned in the sound of you, beomgyu didn’t get to comprehend exactly the words you just let out. “what?”

you turned your head to the right, meeting his flabbergasted gaze. “i said, i don’t wanna go home…” in his point of view, you looked and sounded upset or rather, gloomy, but pretty.

beomgyu let out a harsh exhale as he leaned back, his upper body facing towards your direction. one arm resting on the wheel by the wrist and the other casually gripping on the side of your seat just beside your head.

“even if you say you don’t wanna go home,” the hand resting on the wheel moved to gesture you to look outside the car, “we can’t go anywhere at this time in this kind of rain, pretty.” as he voiced the nickname, his other hand that was close to you rested on the crown of your head, his thumb rubbing side to side your temple.

“not even your house..?” no matter how much he hates to deny the hopefulness that gleamed in your eyes that are staring at him, beomgyu shook his head and said; “no, we can’t go to my house. why?” you frowned upon hearing his pitch change when he said the last word and quick bat of his long lashes, “little y/n asks. because my house is messy, i tell you.” beomgyu rattled shortly after.

still, your expression stayed indifferent to the sudden change of voice. “what?” beomgyu stares back curiously. “was that you impersonating me? i don’t sound like that,” you squint your eyes at him, lips lightly puckering up.

strangely, instead of starting up a ‘you do, do not’ argument, beomgyu reclined back his seat even more and lay flat on his back with a relieved groan. “at this hour and in this rain... “ you hear him mutter under his breath while he rests a droopy look at you.

“here is fine.”

you were once again looking away. “here–,” beomgyu points down, indicating the vehicle, “–you mean... in the car?” he continues, sitting up to support his weight on his left elbow. his body facing towards your direction. you nodded in response. hopeful he would at least let you.

beomgyu's always been considerate of your opinions in everything he does whether it may or may not affect you or him and always chooses what was best for you after considering things that needed to be considered.

like right now, he kept asking for reassurance about the two of you spending the night in his car in a remote parking lot in heavy rain. asking how you will do if it gets too cold for you, answering for himself by mentioning he had an extra hoodie in his back seat. asking how will you go home early and prepare for school tomorrow, answering for himself by saying it was okay to be absent for once if you weren't feeling okay and telling he'd consider taking you to his house if it ever gets uncomfortable inside the car.

but truthfully, to you, no place is uncomfortable as long as you are with beomgyu and his natural and welcoming warmth. away from the pressure of almost everything about your family.

and finally with your reassurance and agreements, he said; “you really don't wanna go home, huh.. ” he rubs a finger on his chin, his lower lip getting caught in between his teeth.

“you called me to cuddle you, right?” he smiles :> in a teasing manner. “today–” he shuffled and adjusted his seat a little.

“–i'll let you. i'll adore you lots.” beomgyu said whole-heartedly.

“so, come here,” he beckons, arms wide open as his fingers gestures to you to come over. his lips were pushing into a cute pout as he waited for you to move out of your seat.

beomgyu's so pretty. and he's all yours.

without thinking much, you held one of his arms and carefully lifted your body close to his while his other arm moved to hold the lower part of your back to guide you and help you avoid bumping something and causing you unnecessary pain.

“yeah. like that,” he breathes heavily, voice sounding a little stiff as he uses a tiny bit of his strength to help you move around the little space his car provided. “put your leg here,” beomgyu whispered while he pats on the space between his thigh and the car door.

the proximity of the two of you was endearing and far from awkward. when you were completely seated on his lap, your eyes met and you thought, ‘he's so pretty i could cry’ pretty boy with pretty long hair and pretty eyes. beomgyu thought the same thing about you.

"ahh.. what a cutie~" he sing-songs.

at the very moment, the world surrounding you went silent. all you could hear was the thumping of your heart. it wasn't beating fast nor were you getting butterflies. instead, you felt warm and familiar within your proximity. it was when you confirmed, you were safe with beomgyu.

all of the coldness went away once beomgyu's warm hand was gently reaching for your cheek. it felt nice despite the slight sting with the contrast of temperature between your bodies.

it felt nice that you were starting to miss it.

you wanted to remember every second, every frame of the moment. you needed something to hold on to. you needed this entire bizarre planet to stop spinning so you can freeze this moment in time.

so beomgyu offered his hand. his shoulder. his chest. his warmth. his whole existence. beomgyu offered his love.

“gonna tell me what’s going on with you?” he questions softly, fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “why you left your house at this hour in this kind of weather? hm?”

"are you hurt somewhere?" he questions once more.

you kept quiet, not saying one word. you knew he didn't mean to sound pushy when he asked you that, it was just you didn't know how to put your emotions to words.

“why do i feel so lost, my life isn't even that much of a maze..” nothing was voiced out. but beomgyu heard you loud and clear. and he was ready to listen to and understand whatever you had to say. beomgyu is ready to be the light you need to help you find your way back to where you needed to be.

so instead of speaking up, he gave you silence as a signal for you that he was listening and is willing to give you the time you needed to voice out what you feel.

he didn't tell you verbally to keep going but you knew he was all ears and eyes. beomgyu stayed silent to not pressure you into telling him things you weren't ready to elaborate with him. he stayed silent for you to let you get whatever's troubling you out of your system. so he waited with utmost patience and understanding.

but the longer the silence was held, the longer he looked at you so dearly as if you were a piece in a museum he'd like to treasure forever, the more you found it hard to keep yourself together.

you felt a hand creep its way to yours, giving it a squeeze that made your breath hitch from the overwhelming comfort you felt upon being in his presence.

“with this hand–” beomgyu brings your locked fingers up in between your chests, “i will lift your sorrows.” his voice was hushed, gentle. “i will light your way in darkness..." beomgyu held the whole galaxy in his eyes, and held his own whole world with his hand. you.

a mix of emotions waved throughout your whole body. it was a surreal feeling, one that you could never in one million years describe. it was searing itself through your soul, rendering you speechless to a point where you no longer know what words were.

a sob wretched its way to your throat.

after the second sob left you, you were spiraling. there was nothing stopping you now. you felt yourself curling to bring yourself closer. beomgyu's hand left your cheek and went to hold your head against his chest.

“i don't know- what i'm going to do ... i feel so empty and i'm losing sight of my goals, after receiving high marks during my first semester," you cry unstoppably . "i don't know where do i start again, how do i start again, i don't even know if i will be able to pick myself up again... ” you stuttered, chest aching in a way you've never felt before. your own emotions were a tidal wave; you were drowning.

your bottom lip continued to quiver as you spoke. “i was so worried about fulfilling everyone else's expectations that i lost sight of my own goals... of what i needed and deserved... ” it came out like a whimper that stung beomgyu's heart.

“i-i am so af-raid of disappointing the people.. i love, i often forget that.. i am someone i love too. and i-” your sobbing turned into wailing, each cry wracking your body so violently that it could have broken you, “-i need kindness just as much as i believe the people i love do...”

after the burst of words, beomgyu made it comfortable for you to let every confusing emotion out through tears. like he said, ‘it is not a shame to cry’. soon enough, your sobs started to quiet down and you felt tired yet relieved at the same time. your chest felt a little lighter.

you felt beomgyu rubbing your back in a comforting manner, squeezing your hand twice to let you know of his presence. it makes you happy to know that you have someone who listens and understands.

you were happy to have choi beomgyu in your life.

“are you looking for my perspective or would you rather i listen...?” beomgyu asks quietly, the vibration of his chest was comforting to you.

“... just hold me for a minute or two, please... ” you replied back in between heavy breaths, your voice sounded different because of your clogged nose.

“i'll hold you close all night, y/n.”

“i'd love that...”

“i love you.”

silence once again dominated the whole atmosphere, well aside from your occasional sobs and hiccups. “would you like some water?” beomgyu asked, shuffling lightly to take the water bottle on his car's cup holder.

you leaned back for a moment with a small 'yes please' before accepting the offered bottle while beomgyu pushes pieces of hairs back that covered your forehead.

"is there anything you want to do together? or maybe just by yourself? or whatever you wanna do?" he trailed off. "didn't they say, when feeling blue try something new?" beomgyu spoke as he watched you gulp down the water he gave you while he moves away hairs that stuck to your neck.

"i'm not sure either..."

"hmm, that's okay. it's not wrong to not know everything..." he reassured while you handed him back the bottle.

beomgyu planted a kiss on your neck before snaking an arm to your side to casually pat on your bottom, opting to place his right one on the back of your head to nuzzle your head on his shoulder, your forehead touching his jawline.

"tired..?"

you hummed with a light nod.

it took him a few heavy breathes to finally build up his voice.

♪ i have something to say to you ♪

♪ out of the blue tonight, i will say this to you ♪

♪ i will give you everything, give you my all ♪

the softness of his voice brought a small scowl on your face, eyes stinging as you listened carefully to his words.

it pains you to realize now how selfless beomgyu becomes for you. how he repeatedly reminds you that he will love only you purely and wholly. you and you alone he will choose every day.

♪ for you, there is nothing ♪

♪ nothing i won't do ♪

♪ i will catch the stars ♪

♪ and put them in your hands ♪

as someone who's been working hard to get the undying and high expectations of their parents, you utterly found his words reassuring. maybe because you're a little tired these days trying to be the best child for your parents. maybe because you just wanted to be in hands that are ready to accept you with what you can give it aches your heart to hear him say he's willing to give his all.

gentle tears stream down the chub of your cheeks. a heavy rash of breath makes its way out as you clench a hand on beomgyu's shirt. the rhythmical pat of beomgyu's palm on your bottom slowly drives you to sleep.

♪ i'll give you my love that's bursting out of my heart ♪

as the song ended, beomgyu smiled lightly. he inhaled softly. he watched as your chest rose and fell with each breath that kept you alive. your breathing was controlled, much like to a person's who was asleep.

planting a small kiss on the top of your head, beomgyu let his head fall back on the headrest. he could smell your faint scent. you smelled sort of like shampoo.

“i hope you sleep a little better tonight. i wish you could believe how much i love you. i'll always be holding out for you. you're worth every beautiful thing in this world, y/n.”

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