#I probably made english mistakes so sorry in advance!

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Cute Engineer Boy Page - Perfect 10 Liners (EP3)

[certaimromance]

𝜗𝜚 So Long, Quantico.

Prison Reid x Fem!reader

Read part two here!

Summary: Your best friend asks you for a favor and you must defend the innocence of the man you were in love with, the same man for whom you left the FBI and moved to another country years ago.

Words: 1,6k.

TW: mentions of murder, trauma, death, jail. angst without happy ending. miscommunication. right person, wrong time. reid's time in jail. spoilers for season 13 and all the ones before that. english is not my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: First of all I want to thank you for all the support in my first post because the truth is that I didn't expect (if you haven't read it yet, I already have my masterlist). I still can't believe I reached 1000 notes, it makes me very happy.

And secondly, I apologize in advance for this, but I love drama and being a little cliche sometimes. I promise to write a nice, comfortable, less dramatic Spencer story in the future (I hope so) but ttpd is my everything lately.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

The constant pounding of your right leg against the table was beginning to make you desperate and to dwarf the room. You didn't know what to do to stop and think for a few seconds, you had even lost count of all the times you had tried to fix your already perfect and ironed clothes that you had spent hours choosing and modeling in front of your hotel mirror.

It felt like hours had passed since you arrived at the prison, though it was probably only a few minutes. Part of you wanted to run out of there and avoid a dangerous reunion at all costs. The other part was anchored to the chair and would not move until you found a way to get Spencer out of there and fulfill the favor Emily had asked of you.

You couldn't let your best friend down, especially when her job could be in jeopardy if Reid was still in prison. You wanted to make sure she was okay, and repay her for all the favors she had done for you during the years you had lived together in London. Without her, you probably would not have survived or become the successful and respected lawyer you were now. She helped you heal when you needed it, now it was your turn to help.

Before you could think, grab your things and maybe even leave the room to catch your breath, a guard abruptly opened the door. Your eyes immediately fell on the handcuffed man the guard had practically thrown into the chair in front of you.

You blinked several times, trying to process that you were actually standing in front of him. He looked so different from the way you remembered him from the occasional picture Prentiss showed you. The years hadn't gone by for nothing, you knew that, but Spencer looked like someone else. It was more than the messy hair, the beard, or the numerous bruises on his face that made you wince. It was that his eyes no longer sparkled, and he himself looked dull.

The guard came out after warning them that they only had fifteen minutes, and the cameras pointed directly at you two.

“Hey.” That was all you could say, biting your inner cheek at how stupid it sounded.

At first he didn't react and hardly seemed to breathe. His expression was like seeing a ghost, and you couldn't blame him after so many years of not hearing from you. You knew you looked different from the last time you saw each other because you had tried too hard to look like someone else. You wore your hair shorter and a different color, even the way you dressed was other. You looked more serious and grown up.

“What are you doing here?” He asked dryly after scanning you with his eyes for a few seconds.

You froze when you heard him speak and his voice, once music to your ears, was like a kick in the stomach.

“I came to help. I thought Emily told you...”

“She told me that she wanted to call you but I told her not to.” Spencer cut you off before you could continue speaking. “That you weren't going to help me.”

You frowned as your brain processed those words.

“Why not? You...you are my friend.” You said, trying to hide the tremor in your voice.

He clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes, trying to look away from you because it hurt. You could feel the tension multiply, making it almost impossible to breathe in the small room.

“Friends don't stop talking for six years and pretend the other doesn't exist.”

Oh, that had hurt.

It was true that you had disappeared from his life six years ago, and you had not made the slightest effort to return, even leaving the country with the excuse of looking for a better future. But you had your hidden reasons, you wanted to forget Spencer Reid and your intensely ridiculous and unrequited love.

From the first time you heard him talk about statistics and smile at you like a child, realizing that you listened to him like no one else, you fell madly in love with him for years. Always hoping that one day he would stop thinking of you as his friend and realize how much he deserved to be loved and that you would be happy to do so, that you could give him the whole world without hesitation if he asked you to.

At first you thought he wasn't that interested in love, that he was too smart and focused to lose his mind like you did for him. However, then you saw him several times interested and pining for other girls: the movie actress, JJ, the girl at the bar and Maeve...she was very different and painful for you.

You couldn't stand his strong love for her, at least not being so close to him and having to play the role of the best friend who always listened to him repeat how wonderful she was. Knowing that he could fall in love with someone he didn't even know personally instead of you, whom he saw every day and had known for years, changed you and made you run away to save your heart.

You got a new job far from the United States, thanks to Agent Hotchner and his glowing letter of recommendation. And so you went back to being an ordinary lawyer, no longer chasing serial killers or a boy genius who never loved you as you would have liked.

“Spence, I...” You tried to speak softly, almost having the urge to take his hand to make the situation better, but you didn't. “I'm sorry.”

He was obviously tense, he wouldn't even look you in the eye and you could swear his eyes were a little crystallized. He barely glanced at you for a second before speaking again.

“You don't have to say it if it's not true.”

“It's true.”

You stopped yourself for a second, sighing and centering yourself again.

“But I'm here for the case, to help you with that...and I'm sorry for everything that happened to you.” You said more calmly and with an almost sweet tone.

You both knew it was more than just the prison issue and the current situation. It was a sorry for Maeve's death, Alex, Morgan and Hotch's resignation, his mother's problems, Cat's damn appearance, and most of all for not being there to support him in all.

“You should have called and said so.” He finally responded after letting out a snort and tensing his jaw more.

“Yeah...I should have.” You admitted, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

You thought silence would take over the room again, but instead he spoke again.

“You can go now.”

“I'm not going anywhere unless you're free.” You pointed out with determination.

“You don't have a problem with go before.” He said in the same indifferent tone that was beginning to irritate you.

You should have frozen, kept quiet and focused on the case to get him out of there. But you couldn't do that and act professional when your insides were burning with the memory of the past.

“Don't give me that, you know why I did.” You blurt out, frowning and instinctively pushing the chair away from the table that separates you from him.

“You never said anything to me.” He replied, running a hand through his hair in frustration before speaking again. “You just disappeared like everyone else I've ever loved because you got bored with me.”

“You know I left for the opposite reason, because I...” You tried to say, but your voice cracked and your hands shook in an awkward attempt to touch his. “I loved you the way that you were and...”

The sudden sound of the door opening made you gasp and immediately shut up. The presence of a grim-faced guard made you realize it was all over, and you pulled your hand away from Spencer's again.

“Time's up.” The guard reported and you signaled him to have at least more minutes.

Fortunately, the guard nodded and gave you only five more minutes. You looked at your client again, trying to get into the professional role and discuss his case, but he seemed to be in another world after your half sentences.

There was no room in Reid's mind for your words, after feeling guilty for so long for not doing enough to be a good friend to you, for scaring you away with his problems, for not being one you wanted to keep over time and return his calls. But now, did you really say what you thought? Did you really love and care for him?

Everything was tearing his word apart in that moment.

“You won't have to see me if you don't want to, but I'll get you out of here soon, Spencer. I swear.” You promised and you could see in his face the surprise at your honest tone.

Maybe he expected a different attitude from you, maybe he thought you were still so obsessed with him that you would insist on seeing him and kill yourself to make him laugh again. But you had matured, or so you thought. You were no longer the young woman who hugged him every time he felt far away and was content to be the one who was left over. Now, you were the brave woman who left the ship before it sank completely.

As you watched the guard check the handcuffs and lift Spencer out of the seat to take him away, something inside you reacted. You called out his name before you could react and quickly had his desperate eyes on you.

“You don't have to worry about the past...I'm over you.” You said confidently before nodding goodbye and walking out with one less burden.

He remained anchored to the ground, trying to process your words with his racing mind as he watched you leave him again.

You...you had been in love with him?

[nightwngz]

Older bat! Damian with super or wonder reader who's like sheltered and oblivious to the real world and they go on a mission or smith together and the whole times she's just doing whatever he says because that's what she's used to and he's just like damnn and finds that really attractive

— 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ! ☆

older!damian wayne x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀… drabble smut. porn with a plot. dirty talk. fingering. Damian uses Arabic nicknames.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲… I don't know how I feel about myself today, but I decided to write this for you anyway. I hope you like it. <3

It was one of the first times you, a young girl exiled from the real world and born on an island paradise inhabited only by women, had contact with what was considered 'the real world.' You were not yet accustomed to many things, especially the existence of men, or perhaps men like Damian Wayne.

On Themyscira, you were used to following orders. When the Queen or your trainer told you to "do this," you knew exactly what to do. But when you joined the Justice League and met Batman, you initially believed you were supposed to act the same way. You soon realized that maybe you should have listened when Jon told you to ignore him completely.

At that moment, Damian Wayne, now known as Batman, was the last person you wanted to be trapped with in a situation like this. The two of you were locked in a reinforced room with no way out, where neither your strength nor your wits could help you get out. So you found yourself trapped with the one man who liked to bark orders like he was the king of Gotham.

— You really don't know what to do? — He asked, annoying you again. — Before, Wonder Women were effective.

However, you tried to heed Jon's advice; thus, you responded to him without intending to participate in his game.

— Yes, and in my land, men didn't even exist. So I'm just getting used to working with the inefficiency of one.

Damian slowly approached the box you were sitting in with an annoying grin on his face.

— In fact, I am a detective. Of course I know how to get out of here.

Your confused expression made him smile even harder at your confusion. You weren't sure if it was fair to feel like a complete idiot, but that was exactly how you felt at that moment. Besides, you didn't like him at all.

— And you never thought to open the door, or are you just trying to annoy me by making me live with you?

— Actually... — He replied, moving even closer to you. — I'm testing you. Go and open the door as best you can — He finally ordered.

And as if it were a sacred word, you stood up, determined to open the door to the room at any cost. At first, you tried to break it down with blows, but your strength wasn't enough. It was probably made of some incredibly strong material, possibly of alien origin.

— Try pulling the doorknob with your lasso — he suggested, and once again, you listened.

Damian couldn't help but find the way you obeyed like a trained dog incredibly attractive. Deep down, he felt that he had you at his mercy and that no matter what he asked you to do, you would listen.

Totally exhausted from the effort, you knelt on the ground, but you didn't give up. Feeling sorry for you, he reached over to stroke your hair, trying to calm you down.

— Pretty obedient little thing. — He flattered, lifting your chin so you could look him in the eye. — You don't know how to say no, do you?

A wave of intense heat enveloped you. Perhaps it was the first time you had ever found yourself in an intimate situation with someone, as you had always believed that your body was trained solely for an impending war. Yet, when Damian was around, that was the one purpose of your training you occasionally forgot.

— If I asked you to take off your underwear, would you be so obedient, habibati?

Your cheeks reddened immediately. You knew you should avoid this kind of situation, but having been trained on the island, you understood that you had to follow the orders of a superior. Batman was more experienced than you, making him your superior, and you felt obligated to obey him.

Immediately your panties fell down under the metal skirt of your suit, exposing your pussy to the man in the room.

From what you knew about men, you noticed they often looked for specific qualities in women. However, Damian had never shown any boldness towards you. As time passed, the 'sexual tension' that Jon had mentioned began to feel more like an annoyance.

When he saw that you were listening to him, he smiled as usual. But his smile was not one of despair; it was one of desire.

He knelt down to be at the same height as you. Gently, he slid a finger down your soaked pussy while keeping his eyes on yours, watching for any reaction on your face.

You understood what he was doing and how he was touching every part of the anatomy between your legs with precision. What you didn't understand was how he was so skilled at it.

You couldn't hold back your moans as you felt him gently pinch your now throbbing clit. His touch drove you crazy as you felt waves of pleasure crash against you.

— Damn, what a good girl. Sorry to tell you, Habibati... I have a weakness for obedient women.

[rainybubbles]

"Dance with me" + 141 x reader

Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Price

(Sorry in advance for my mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. So sorry if it's badly written or if they're OOC.)

GAZ :

— Congratulations, Garrick, you whispered.

He barely heard you. Honestly, you doubted he even knew your name. Soldiers, especially those in special forces, rarely paid attention to the cooks unless they wanted an extra helping. At those times, flattery became almost a routine game.

But Kyle… Kyle had always been different.  

He was the only one who gave you a genuine smile when you served him. The only one who would chat with you, arrive early to help in the kitchen, and stay late to clean up.

Kyle had been there.  

In that endless cycle of meals, dawns, and dusks, he remained. So at the medal ceremony, you had hoped, just for once, to step into the light with him, to talk without the barrier of those ridiculous hairnets.

But Kyle was standing there, a companion on his arm, and suddenly, you felt utterly foolish.  

Where you had hoped for a slow dance, it turned out you were just tap-dancing alone.

So, after everyone else had offered their congratulations, you added your own, feeling a wave of shame wash over you, making you sweat. That knot in your stomach tightened as the lights grew blinding, every gaze seemed to pierce through you, and everything felt absurd.

You felt absurd.  

With that stupid outfit that was too tight, a tie that was too blue, shoes that were too shiny. Anxiety crept in and took hold, forcing you into an unwilling dance. Desperately, you tried to calm yourself, to find an escape, a place with fewer people. The door seemed so far away. Your vision blurred. And then…

Fresh air hit you.  

Finally outside, you sat down. Everything was swirling inside you. You wanted to cry. But you couldn’t even manage that, as your boss appeared.

— The caterer is late; get in the kitchen, we can’t ruin the evening.

So you resumed your dance: uniform, hairnet, apron, safety shoes. What you thought was a duet was clearly just a solo.  

Peeling carrots and chopping vegetables, you listened to the barked orders with the other kitchen staff.

The food was enough to satisfy everyone’s patience, and the caterer eventually arrived.

Alone, you scrubbed the floors.  

You were the only volunteer anyway. Searching for crumbs, cockroaches, or dirt, you scrubbed until your knees ached and bled.

— Aren’t you at the party?

Kyle was there. Of course.

— I was.

— Oh, I—

— Don’t worry about it. There were a lot of people, we probably just missed each other.

A lie.  

You had seen him, had even spoken to him. But to him, you hadn’t even existed.

— Yeah, I... Sorry they made you work.

— It’s fine. It’s a nice change from the usual rations.

— Yeah... I guess so.

An awkward silence fell between them, the first one they had ever shared.

— I feel like something’s off, admitted Gaz.

— Off? How do you mean?

— There’s this tension... Did I do something wrong?

No.  

You knew you couldn’t blame him; it was your own fault.

— No, nothing like that... How was the party? I mean, you’ll probably get promoted soon.

— It was nice. There was even a ball.

You knew that.  

You had gone there hoping for a dance.

— Really? Who did you dance with, Garrick?

— A childhood friend. I didn’t want to ask someone I didn’t know well.

Oh.  

So… you weren’t even considered a friend. Just an acquaintance.

— I hope they didn’t get too bored.

— They ended up in the infirmary.

— Oh, what happened?

— I… I’m a terrible dancer, and let’s just say my weight isn’t exactly light when it lands on a foot.

— You broke their foot?

— No, it’s not—

You burst out laughing.

— Stop making fun of me, he said, though he couldn’t help but smile.

— Sorry, but you can hit targets from a distance, and three steps are too much for you?

— I’m just not good at ballroom dancing.

— So what would you have preferred? The Macarena?

— Maybe.

— I can totally picture Price doing that.

He grinned.

— But… if I had been better at dancing, I would’ve asked someone else, anyway, he admitted.

— Asked them what?

— To go with me.

— Oh.

— I just didn’t want what happened tonight to happen, and then we wouldn’t talk anymore.

— They’d be silly to let that come between you.

— You think?

— Yeah.

— So… can I assume you’re not silly?

— Why are you—

Oh.  

— You wanted to invite me.

— Yeah.

— But…

— The dance was mandatory, and I didn’t want to embarrass you. I’d rather embarrass myself.

— Why didn’t you say anything…

— I didn’t have the chance.

— ...Well, I’m not sure I’m convinced. I mean… dating someone who can’t dance? you teased.

— I can do the Macarena.

— Go on, then.

And slowly, in the kitchen, with his phone blasting the tune, Kyle started dancing, and under their shared laughter, you realized this might just be the dance he preferred after all.

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SOAP :

Soap gave you a slightly unsteady grin.

— I missed you, he murmured, his words slurred.

You shook your head, watching him struggle to redo his shoelaces with clumsy fingers.

— Johnny, you're drunk, you said, a glint of amusement in your eyes.

— Maybe… but I still missed you. Best roommate in the world.

— I'm the only one, you replied, laughing softly.

— That's why you're the best, he said, giving you a clumsy wink.

You handed him a glass of water, a gentle smile on your lips.

— Drink this, and I'll fix you something to eat.

— That’s why you're my favorite.

— How was your night? you asked as you busied yourself in the kitchen.

— L.T. dared me.

— And of course, you accepted.

— Naturally.

— And got your ass handed to you, didn't you?

— Hm, he mumbled, a bit embarrassed.

He finally managed to sit down, struggling to stay upright.

— You know… I've never seen you dance, he said suddenly.

— What? you responded, surprised by the comment.

— I've never seen you dance. It’s a shame.

— I'm not really the type to go out dancing, you know that.

— Yeah… He thought for a moment, then added, We could dance right here, right now.

— And why would we do that? you asked with a curious smile.

— Because I want to see you differently. To feel you close to me.

— Johnny, you see me every day, you said, laughing softly.

— It’s not the same. This way, I could really see your eyes up close, smell your coconut shampoo…

— You already know all that, you replied gently.

— Yeah, but living it is different. I could touch you, feel your heartbeat, your hands on me… just you and me.

You looked at him for a moment, touched by his vulnerability.

— You’re really drunk, you murmured tenderly.

— Just one dance, he insisted, almost pleading.

— One dance?

He stood up with a bit of effort, swaying slightly but determined. He reached for your hands and pulled you close. The world around them seemed to blur into a haze.

Each step was awkward, each movement hesitant, but nothing could shatter the bubble they had created. To him, this was a precious, almost sacred moment.

As his eyelids grew heavy, he let himself relax into your arms, finding a sense of peace and contentment.

They shuffled in the confined space of the kitchen, their movements creating an unsteady rhythm that was as endearing as it was clumsy. You held him close, guiding his steps with a gentle hand on his back. The light of the overhead bulb cast a soft glow, illuminating the warmth of their shared moment.

The kitchen, usually bustling with the mundane tasks of everyday life, had transformed into a quiet, intimate space where time seemed to stand still.

The clatter of pots and pans was replaced by the gentle rustle of their clothing and the soft shuffle of their feet on the tiled floor. The contrast between the chaos of the night and this tender, private dance was stark but comforting.

Soap’s head rested against your shoulder, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the comforting rhythm of a heartbeat that mirrored your own.

There was something deeply satisfying about this moment of stillness amidst the chaos.

His breathing, slow and steady, was a soothing reminder of their connection. The way he relaxed into you, his body melting against yours, spoke volumes more than words ever could.

As they continued to sway together, you could sense the vulnerability and trust in his movements.

His occasional missteps and the way he leaned into you for support only highlighted the depth of his feelings. Despite the awkwardness, there was an undeniable grace to their dance—a testament to their bond and the quiet understanding they shared.

— You’ll dance with me again, won’t you? he murmured, half-asleep.

— We’ll see tomorrow, you whispered, guiding him gently to the couch.

He collapsed from exhaustion, instantly drifting into a deep sleep, still wrapped in the memory of their dance.

As the first light of dawn began to creep through the window, you moved about the kitchen, preparing breakfast with a newfound sense of tranquility. The rhythmic chopping of vegetables and the gentle sizzle of food in the pan were soothing. You stole glances at Soap, who was still deep in sleep, his breathing even and calm. There was something deeply satisfying about this morning routine, a feeling of normalcy and peace that you hadn’t realized you’d missed

The comforting aroma of breakfast filled the kitchen, mingling with the faint scent of whiskey that still clung to the air. The contrast between the warmth of the kitchen and the cold light of dawn outside created a sense of cozy isolation. You moved with practiced ease, your actions steady and deliberate, a quiet testament to the care you took in your daily routines.

Eventually, Soap stirred, his eyes fluttering open with the kind of groggy confusion that only a hangover can bring. He squinted in the light, struggling to get his bearings. When he finally registered your presence, he gave you a tired, lopsided smile.

— What I said last night… I meant it, he murmured. And this time, you can’t say I’m drunk.

— Technically…

— Technically, I’d love to kiss you and ask for another dance.

— You stepped on my feet more than twenty times last night.

— I know…

— And you reeked of whiskey.

— …

— Not to mention your snoring that kept me up all night.

— Okay, so I’m not perfect…

— But despite all that, I enjoyed our dance.

— Really?

— Even if choosing Blue Da Ba Dee for a slow dance was a terrible idea.

— That was me?!

— Yep.

— Damn… Let me make it up to you, he said, dropping to his knees in front of you.

You laughed, amused by his dramatic gesture, then knelt down in front of him, running a gentle hand through his hair.

— Alright, one more dance.

— One more dance, he repeated, a smile spreading across his face.

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GHOST : 

The room gradually fell into silence, despite the constant chatter of the journalists on the screen. No one was really paying attention to the news broadcast. Simon was staring at his still fresh cuts, watching the red darken to brown.

— Want to dance? he asked, finally breaking the silence.

You looked up, surprised, then let out a small laugh.

— Dance? Now?

— Yes, now.

He reached out his hand to you. You hesitated, then finally placed yours in his. Exhausted, you let yourself lean against him. Simon picked out a vinyl, and soft music filled the room as they swayed slowly from side to side. He felt your warm breath against his neck, your body seeking refuge in his arms. His hand, still trembling, held yours tightly.

— You’re stiff as a board, you murmured with a smile.

— I’m managing, he replied, slightly offended.

— It’s like you have two left feet. Relax a bit, you added, a playful grin on your lips.

Simon couldn't help but smile inwardly. He had missed that smile so much— the real one, the one that made your eyes sparkle and your dimples appear, a stark contrast to the hollow gaze he had seen recently.

— It’s all over, you whispered.

You wasn’t talking about the dance.

— Yes, it’s all over.

Neither was he.

— Will I ever be able to dance again? you asked, doubt creeping into your voice.

To love. To love again.

A few weeks ago, Simon had returned from a grueling mission, only to find your home surrounded by police. The sight of the flashing lights and the presence of uniformed officers had sent his mind spiraling into a whirlpool of fear and dread. He imagined the worst, his thoughts racing with the possibility that his desire to keep you close had ultimately endangered you. He had feared that, like so many others before you, you might have been irreparably damaged by his choices.

But…

Under the harsh, unforgiving lights of the police cars, he had found no body, no immediate evidence of a catastrophic event. Yet, when he had seen you amidst the broken glass and the wreckage of their lives, you were nothing more than a shadow of the vibrant person you once were. Your eyes were vacant, the walls bore the scars of a recent trauma, and the TV was stuck on a loop, replaying the same game over and over, as if it were mocking the endless cycle of their suffering. The word "Sorry" was scrawled repeatedly, a haunting echo of remorse and helplessness.

.

Simon had understood the weight of the moment. With a gentle hand, he had helped you up from the floor, guiding you through the aftermath with a steadfast determination. He had been by your side for every medical appointment, every police report, and every painful statement. His presence was a constant, unwavering support as they navigated the wreckage of their lives together. Gradually, they began to live together, two lost souls seeking something more as they danced together that night.

A home, a dream, a soul?

No, it seemed they were searching for something more elusive—a ghost of their former selves, the remnants of a life that once held promise and joy.

— I’ll be here for you, Simon said softly.

— Then you better improve your dancing, you retorted with a hint of teasing.

— I promise, he murmured.

If becoming a dance master was what it took to help you rediscover the rhythm of life, then he was willing to dance for you, over and over. For he knew that no day should be spent with a heart broken by another. As they continued to sway to the music, the simple act of dancing became a symbol of their shared commitment to healing and moving forward. It was a testament to their resilience and to the enduring hope that, despite the pain, they could still find solace and joy in each other’s arms.

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PRICE : 

The flames in the fireplace crackled softly, casting shadows across the now-empty room. The guests had left long ago. John approached you slowly, deliberately, sliding his arms around your waist. He took a deep breath, letting your unique scent—something distinctly you—fill his senses, anchoring him in the present moment. The weariness of the past two months seemed to melt away as he embraced you. Finally, he was home.

—Something on your mind?, you asked, a hint of amusement in your familiar tone. It was a sound he had missed—something about your tone always made him feel like everything would be alright.

—I missed our date, he replied, a trace of regret in his voice.

—You've been on a mission for two months, John. I didn’t expect you to show up every Friday night for our little routines, you said, your laughter soft and genuine, like a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. The light in your eyes, though, told him that you understood more than you let on.

—I could have tried.

—And how would that go? 'Hey guys, hold on a sec, I need to leave for a romantic date with my partner?"

—I'm sure I could’ve convinced them, he said with a smirk.

You burst out laughing, shaking your head.

—Maybe, but I doubt El Sinombre would have agreed.

—Probably not, he admitted, his tone softening as he pulled you closer, But I couldn’t give you those moments that are just for us.

—John, you sent me more than enough money; don't worry about that.

—That’s not the kind of moments I meant, he said gently, his fingers tracing light circles on your arms, the touch both tender and reassuring. His caress was a silent promise of the moments yet to come.

—Oh...

—I love our dates, all those little memories. I remember the day a stray dog pushed me into a pond, or the time you ended up with cream on your nose at the restaurant, He chuckled softly, the memory of those times clearly cherished.

—And which one’s your favorite?, you asked, turning to face him.

Their faces were just inches apart, their lips almost touching, but neither gave in to the temptation. It was a game, a silent challenge.

—Our wedding day, he finally said.

—That wasn’t a date, you replied with a playful smile.

—It was, on the dance floor.

—Oh, that moment...

You remembered how John had surprised you, revealing that he had secretly taken dance lessons for months. That slow dance had transported you, as if the whole world had disappeared, leaving just the two of them, their steps perfectly in sync, their love shining like a star.

—I can’t even remember the steps, you confessed softly.

—Let me remind you, he whispered in your ear, his breath warm against your skin. The intimacy of his voice and the proximity of his body sent a shiver down your spine, making the room feel even cozier.

With infinite tenderness, he gently took your hands, his rough fingers guiding you with a careful precision that spoke of countless hours spent perfecting their dance. As he began to lead you through each step, humming the tune from their wedding, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you. A tender smile lit up your face, and you looked up at him, your heart swelling with love and gratitude.

—I love you, you finally whispered.

—I love you too,he replied with a sincerity that warmed your heart.

Slowly, the lights around them seemed to dim, the room growing tranquil as the dance came to an end. They stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, their hearts beating in harmony. The fire continued to crackle softly in the fireplace, casting a warm glow over them as the night settled into a peaceful calm. In that serene moment, surrounded by the remnants of their love and shared memories, they found solace in each other’s presence, cherishing the quiet beauty of their reunion.

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[jeongheart]

touch

summary: 'physical touch refers to expressing and receiving affection through touch, physical closeness, and other forms of physical connection'.

w.c: 1.4k.

tags: strangers to friends to lovers (kinda?), mutual pining, fluff.

a.n: i'm soft, this was inspired by that video of jeongin bumping into jisung lol. my first innie work aaa i'm so happy that i finished it, i'm so proud of this one too.

as always, english is not my first language so sorry in advance for any mistakes, leave your thoughts if you like! it means a lot.

Jeongin doesn't like to be touched.

He strongly believes that his personal space is sacred, and he can't understand the people who require physical contact 24/7.

It's no secret to anyone that he dislikes (physical) displays of affection, not that he doesn't have them with the people he loves, he prefers to let them know that he loves them with a special gift on their birthday or by buying them something that reminds him of that person.

He especially hates hugs. He feels trapped by the other person, and despite the fact that in the 22 years of his life he repeated it a thousand times, his family and friends don't seem to get the hint.

He doesn't want to be surly, really. It's something that has been like that since he can remember.

Jeongin doesn't like to be touched.

Except if that someone is you.

It's funny actually, you'd met casually, the way people met before: in real life. The first day of college was tough, everything and everyone was new and having to get used to a "grown-up" routine all of a sudden was something that took time.

He remembers the time exactly: 07:20 am. It was the first of the day, he was sitting in front of the class, he had a bad habit of being easily distracted, so he had to force himself to overcome his shame and desire to sleep to be in front of the blackboard.

The class started at 07:30, and the room was almost full. The professor arrived less than a minute ago and Jeongin was glad to be alone and in peace. His notebook lay open in front of him, the pages white and spotless.

Until you arrived, late.

You came running, it was obvious that you'd fallen asleep. Your hair was somewhat messy, probably due to the wind and the run you made through the building, your face was red (from embarrassment and exertion), but a smile was present on your face.

The professor looked at you funny and with a gesture of her hand she asked you to come in and take a seat somewhere free.

The only one was next to Jeongin.

Your eyes lit up at the sight of the empty chair, and even though you couldn't see it, Jeongin rolled his eyes as he saw you approaching the table.

With the woman summarizing her presentation, you arranged your things on the table (everything was in pastel colors, the blonde noticed) and you looked at him expectantly with that smile still on your face.

He could tell you were alone, actually, you were the only two who were. All your other classmates knew each other. So your attempt to start a conversation with him was logical, you also realized that he was alone.

"It looks like we'll be buddies" You smiled again and then told him your name while you extended your hand in an attempt to shake his, a very old gesture and not funny at all according to Jeongin.

He played dumb, but he told you his name. And then he said nothing more, watching out of the corner of his eye as you slowly lower your hand to rest it on your lap.

The weeks passed like this, you had a clear love language and unfortunately it was the one that Jeongin hated the most. You were always trying to touch him, not in a wicked or weird way, just friendly since that's how you showed affection. You were friends, but he couldn't tell you 'stop doing that' every time you reached out to touch his shoulder to get his attention.

You annoyed him every time you did that, but he couldn't deny that when you weren't getting clingy he appreciated your company. You were a comfortable presence in his life most of the time, and he liked not being alone in an unfamiliar environment where everyone greeted each other and ate together every day.

The first part of the academic year ended in the blink of an eye and the relationship between the two of you was only growing.

Jeongin didn't know when he let you touch his arm for the first time, he thinks it was in the library when you were studying for an exam.

He was nervous as he couldn't memorize anything and you, ever so nice, reached out your hand in an attempt to comfort him to rest it on Jeongin's left arm which was sprawled on top of the book he was trying to read.

Jeongin hadn't noticed that he hadn't tensed like the other times and he just kept reading and rereading the same sentences while the heat rose to your cheeks.

You didn't know what changed, but the fact that the boy who moved away every time you got at least 5 cm closer than normal had finally relaxed around you had butterflies flying in your stomach.

The months unfolded normal after that, and Jeongin would let you into his bubble of personal space more and more often.

He definitely hadn't realized how much he liked to feel your warm hands on his when he needed to calm down before a presentation or how his heart would jump in his chest when he saw you smile after you hugged him goodbye when he dropped you at your house after college.

"I like you a lot, Innie" You told him after the second exam.

Another final exam ended, and with it, the end of the year was drawing near. Jeongin was going to a vacation with his family in Busan and you definitely couldn't go weeks and weeks without seeing him, or his dimples or hearing his laugh and you would never forgive yourself if you didn't tell him everything that was on your mind every time you were together.

Jeongin looked like a statue, his mouth was opening and closing in an attempt to find the right words. His mind had short-circuited and it seemed that he had lost all ability to form a coherent sentence.

The snow was falling around the two of you, the heartless winter wrapped you from head to toe and as the minutes passed without an answer, your heart raced more and more and if Jeongin paid enough attention he could see how your eyes began to water as you overthought your sudden confession.

Maybe he didn't feel the same way, and you were making a fool of yourself. You began to prepare the speech of 'sorry, I shouldn't have said anything' to save your heart from the impending rejection and to be able to escape from that situation as quickly as possible.

Until Jeongin moved, he took two short steps until he was face to face to you. He was a head taller than you and your eyes searched his urgently, trying to decipher the answer he hadn't put into words.

The blond placed his big hands on your cheeks, reddened by the cold and now by shame, and caressed your skin with his thumbs.

You swore that if it wasn't for his soft grip on your face, you might have passed out from how fast your heart was beating, your legs felt like jelly, and the suspense felt eternal. You wanted to yell at him to answer or for him to do something, anything to finally stop your heart racing with feelings.

You opened your mouth to talk, but Jeongin closed the distance between you by placing his lips on yours.

You froze at first, arms still on either side of your body but then, as if awakened from a trance, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to lose yourself in the heat of the kiss, everything around you felt cold except for this moment, the soft feeling of his plush lips on yours and the warmth spreading from the tip of your fingertoes to every strand of hair on your head.

He moved only a few inches from you, enough to be able to whisper over your lips "I like you too".

You laughed slowly, so softly that it almost felt like a whisper, so only he could hear it "Yes, I think I realized that" And tangling your hands behind his neck you brought him closer to you to kiss him again.

Jeongin doesn't like to be touched, but you were the only exception.

[your-nanas-house]

She could be my "woman"

◇ Pairing: Robert Fisher X fem!Reader/ (future Robert Fischer X android!Reader)

◇ Warnings: angst, androids, security, fear, business, robots as "slaves"

◇ Summary: Robert fears for his safety and tries his luck with Y/n's business.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. FINALLY wrote the first part of the fic I mentioned months ago!

Robert chuckled at that.

"What is this, a movie?" he mocked, trying to lighten the mood, his light eyes staring at the old woman in front of him as if she was nuts.

He called her that day for a specific reason... his security and now she was talking about some weird futuristic stuff.

"I thought we were talking about a security system, not personal assistants!" He reminded her slightly annoyed by the situation.

When he didn't receive a response, he tried again with a softer tone this time.

"I can see why your granddaughter would need someone to try this out," he started, rubbing his chin with his long fingers, "...But I can hardly be her test case.... I can't believe androids are that advanced."

The disbelief of the young man was understandable and the older woman got perfectly Robert's point of view but was still a bit offended by the lack of trust in her... after all the years she had worked with his father.

"You're underestimating my granddaughter, dear. I tested them out as well...they do anything and if someone tries to enter your dreams they come inside as well working as your bodyguard there too" she informed him with a soft nod.

Security and assistance, Robert thought not believing at a word.

He raised his eyebrow surprised by the informations but still with the feeling of being made fun of. "This has to be a joke," he said, shaking his head.

"Your granddaughter created androids that protect you even in your dreams? I've heard some insane things in my life but that tops the cake."

And as words of mockery left his mouth he couldn't help but imagining it happen to him... Having someone watching over him even in his most vulnerable moments... it wouldn't be so bad.

After a couple of minutes in silence the older woman spoke again, her shaking and wrinkly hands put a note on his rich desk

"Think about it, if you need more information just call my granddaughter, she will be able to explain everything to you."

It wasn't a bad idea after all.

Robert looked down at the card in his hand, sighing. He had hoped to convince the older wise woman to work with him as well, but this was a nice alternative.

And as soon as she left his office he grabbed his phone, he read the number and then dialed it.

He couldn't waste any precious time and luckily for him, he didn't have to wait much.

A female voice replied after just a couple of rings, introducing herself as 'Y/n Y/l/n' exactly as he expected. She sounded calm and young.. probably in her 20s, her tone made him feel at ease and it was quite charming even though a bit awkward.

"Good morning, miss. I'm Robert Fischer... I had a meeting with your grandmother today and she gave me your number. I'll put my hands forward and tell you that I don't really believe in all this, it seems excessive and not very functional to me but... I have nothing to lose so I'm willing to try, and even if it is a scam, I'm pretty sure I could deal with it very easily. If you know what I mean..." Robert informed her with a calm tone, his hand busy playing around with his pen as his face remained tilted and rested against the back of his chair... serious as his business mask.

It was business after all, he needed some kind of security around him and the guarantee of being 100% safe every day.

"But I would like to know more about this androids" he quickly added after not receiving an answer, his heart strangely beating fast in his chest and his hand sweated anxiously

"Oh, sure thing. I can do that, are there any specific questions? Or would you like to receive the policy first?" the voice replayed softly, echoing now in his empty office.

He could actually hear her moving around, probably working or getting ready for something in a rush... not that he cared though.

At the questions Robert sat up in his seat, his grip tightened around the pen as he thought quickly before dropping it on the desk and let his light blue eyes travel towards the phone.

"I want to know everything. Starting from how they work, what they can do, where they come from and most importantly... how protected I am with them watching over me" The business man listed while staring intently at the object as if it would make Y/n reply faster at everything.

There was a soft music in the background, he could hear it, even if a bit muffled, and his mind focused on it, snapping back just when her voice interrupted the melody with her owns

"Well first of all I won't tell you how I created them. I'm not stupid, am I? They can do anything you want them to, they come from my cellar" she informed with a soft chuckle after apologizing and explaining to him the reason of the background noises.

"You are 99,9% protected, they have the ability to watch over you whenever you need or don't need. Not in a creepy way of course. They have the ability to enter your dreams if someone else does, so that they can protect you.... They are also loyal to their owners and you can set the program you prefer. There are a lot of different androids... each one more adapt for a situation" she explained with a more focused and professional tone, her knowledge and passion for her creations showing just by the seriousness of her speech.

She made it sound pretty acceptable and intriguing, leaving Robert silent for a moment, still and lost in his thoughts as he took in the informations. He honestly wasn't expecting such a comprehensive answer from her.

"They sound like the perfect companions," the man said, making an attempt at joking before asking her other questions, his hands already turning on his laptop

"What kind of androids are there, where can I purchase them and what sort of program do you suggest should be installed in them?"

It really was catching his interest, even if he didn't really believe in all the progress the science was doing lately... but he still was willing to try.

"Well... They are like puppies, Mr. Fisher. Like pets, without need to care too much for them. And it's highly depends on your situation and what I have down here." She explained while probably pouring herself a cup of something.

A moment of silence and Robert hummed lost in thoughts again, surprised and amused by Y/n's analogy.

"I'm glad that I won't have to worry about them too much," he murmured, rubbing his chin "And I'll happily take a look at what you have available. My main concern is my dreams, so what do you suggest to deal with that?" He murmured out, leaning back to stare at the ceiling and glance at the phone... she wasn't answering anymore but he could feel that she was thinking intently.

Then... her harsh words of truth came out "Your voice sounds lonely, you are probably sitting in a rich office, playing with something in your hand while you talk to me— I want to try to give you my first invention" the young woman declared cheerfully, making sure he didn't took her analysis as an insult before starting to explain again.

"I'm pretty proud of her. And I will make sure to deliver everything as soon as the payment is done also I'm sending you the contract so that you know that whatever the android sees it will remain between you and them" the young woman quickly stated, ready to say goodbye and hang up.

It was convincing... enough to bewitch Robert and his business mind, which was now fully engaged, even though a part of him was still cautious.

He wasn't really sure about allowing someone else to intrude so deep in his personal space and in such a little time. "How do I know that the androids and their recordings will remain private? What if they witness something... embarrassing or something that should remain fully private?" The man asked lowly, tapping his fingers against the rich wood of his desk.. he couldn't and didn't want to afford a scandal.

"I make you sign the contract because of that. I have no intention to look through all the memory. I just delete everything when their work it's done" Y/n reassured him sweetly with a soft chuckle, giving her availability 24 hours a day, 7 days a week in case of questions or problems.

Robert considered it all in silence, weighing his options carefully. On one hand, he was still hesitant about sharing his space with these things.

But on the other hand, they would be guarding his dreams, which was exactly what he needed. And their "mother" seemed trustworthy enough to make him take things further.

"I want to see the contract first," he stated thoughfully, adding after a small break of suspance "If I like its terms, I'm ready to sign."

And she already did, everything was in his laptop now. So Robert checked his emails, finding the contract attached.

He opened the PDF with a single click and began reading, his eyes scanning each word for any potential loopholes or hidden meanings.

After a few minutes of reading, he let out a sigh and printed it out, signing it before scanning it and sending it back to her along with a brief message:

"I agree to the terms, please start the installation as soon as possible. RF"

Since their call had ended just a couple of minutes before he could have finished to read it all.

Afyer that, the proceedings began and the young woman asked him a couple of personal questions, plus an address before reporting to him the date and the hour of the delivery.

'To: Robert Fischer, NYC'

Android n. 0.0'

[lilbitdepressed27]

Tara/fem!Reader

Summary: You get kidnapped by ghost face

Warnings: torture but it doesn’t really go into detail, angst

WC; 5.1k

Author note: not proofread, English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes in advanced. hope you enjoy:)

"Tara I'll only be gone for the weekend. I'll be back Monday morning."

"But why can't I go with you."

"You have that exam tomorrow and you can't miss it. I'll be back before you know it." You zipped up your bag and turned around to see the adorable pouty of face of your best friend. You smiled and walked towards her.

"You won't even notice I'm gone. Plus didn't Mindy say she set you up on a date with someone?" You tried to hid the sadness in your voice at the mere thought of Tara going on a date with someone. You spent most of your friendship with Tara hiding your feelings from her. And you had to give your self credit. You were great at hiding your feelings.

"Ugh yes. She's setting me up with this guy from one of her classes." She rolled her eyes as she helped you with your bag. Packing the spare of glasses you had, she knew how you'd always tended to misplace them. "But I don't have to go. I haven't said yes. And I'd also rather spend my time with you. Your parents love me"

"I would like for you come with but Sam would probably kill me if you miss that final tomorrow. You can come with me next time." You offered ignoring the way your heart thumped in your ears at mention of her rather spending her time with you.

"I called you an Uber so you didn't have to take a taxi. And it's five minutes away." Quinn said as she stood next your open door. Leaning on the door as she smiled at you.

"Thanks Quinn. You didn't have t-Don't worry about it babe. You know you got a special place in my heart." You took a glance at Tara only to see her smile no longer there, replaced with a scowl as she looked at your guys roommate.

"Okay well thanks Quinn. I'll be down in a bit."

She smiled and winked at you, "It's a black SUV Cadillac." Then she walked away. Leaving you and Tara in what felt like awkward silence.

"Come on. Walk me out?"

"You sure you don't want Quinn to do that. You two have grown close." She spoke in an annoyed tone. Her eyes still starting at the spot where Quinn once stood.

"Tara." You sighed gently taking the your bag that Tara still held and slinging it over your shoulder. "Come on. I want you to walk me out." You held out your hand for her to take. You watched as her annoyance melted away, she took your hand and led you out of your room with a huff.

"Bye guys. I'll see on Monday. Where's Ethan?" You waved only to stop when your best friend wasn't in the room. You had met Ethan at the very start of the year and grew close, having the same hobbies. You two bonded for your shared love over video games.

"He said he had a study group he couldn't miss. He told me to tell you he'll miss you and to bring him something." Quinn spoke from her spot on the couch where she sat in between Chad and Anika. Sam and Mindy were in the kitchen making dinner.

"Bye Y/nn have a safe trip." Sam smiled sharing quick hug. She had known you for quite a while. She also cared deeply about you, seeing as she knew you from such a young age. She also knew how you were in love with her younger sister. She had promised not to say anything but she had tried to push you into telling her. Even going as far as trying to get her sister to tell you about her feelings. After the murders of Woodsboro 2022 not only had she become protective of her family. But so did you. Especially over Tara. She had watched how you watched over Tara after she was attacked. Going as far as staying at the hospital. She watched how you did everything in your power to make sure Tara was safe.

The rest of your friends said their goodbyes and you made your way out of the apartment with Tara. The short brunette kept your hand in hers as she lead you down the steps on to the side walk in front the of apartment complex. You saw the black SUV a man wearing a black yankee hat and a black face mask was in the driver seat with the passenger seat window down.

"For Y/n?"

"Yea that's me. Can I get a second?" You asked the man, he nodded and shot you a thumbs up.

"I don't want you to go." You heard Tara mumble as she leaned into the arm she was still holding.

"Tar it's only three days." You pulled her into a hug, she buried her face into your chest her arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You both stayed there for what felt like forever. Before pulling away. She looked up at you through her eyelashes.

"I'll always notice when you're gone." She said in a soft voice.

"I'll be back first thing Monday morning. I have to go. I'll be back before you know it." Without thinking you leaned down kissed the top of her head. You watched as her eyes widen and her cheeks turn pink. Yours for sure doing the same.

"Uh bye Tar."

*

You sat in the back of suv with your cheeks still feeling warm. You leaned back in the seat and looked down at your phone. The lock screen being of Tara and you at Disney land, Tara had the Mickey Mouse ears and you had your Goofy hat. Both of you smiling at the camera as Sam took the picture. The ping coming your phone notifying you of a new message

Tara: I miss you already :(

A smiled made its way on to your face. You opened the message and typed out response but before you can hit send. The driver spoke up.

"So Y/n, what's your favorite scary movie?"

You were snapped out of your thoughts, your head almost getting whiplash at how fast you looked at the driver.

"E-Excuse me? What did-Mmh!!" You were cut off by someone emerging from the back seat. You tried to fight him off only for you freeze momentarily when you saw who it was.

Ghostface.

He jumped over the seat making you unfreeze as you tried to fight him off. Your glasses flying off your face with punches you were receiving, making your vision impaired. The blurry figure of ghost face moved fast. The driver continued to drive like like nothing was wrong. You noticed that the ghostface didn't have his knife which had you confused but you didn't stop fighting. He punched you repeatedly. You were growing weaker by the second. With a final punch to your face you were knocked out.

*

As you came to, you felt the throb of pain shooting through out your skull. Your blurry vision in no way helping the pain in your head. The panic settled in when you remembered what happened. Ghostface was back.

"Wakey. Wakey Y/n. You don't want to miss all the fun. Do you?"

You registered that you were tied to chair and tape was covering your mouth. There were two ghost faces standing in front of you. You breathing became quicker as your eyes filled with tears.

You pulled on the restraints that held your wrists the handles of the chair. But the rope that had you tied down only tighten the more you moved. One of the figures moved towards, you tried to move away from the knife he held but it was no use.

You couldn't do anything but cry in pain when the knife was brought down.

*

I miss you already :(

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Three hours passed since you left and Tara kept looking at her phone. You had yet to respond to her message, you clearly read it she had seen the bubbles appear. Meaning you were going to respond but the message never came. It wasn't like you to not respond. She sat back in her seat, her friends and herself had a movie night and she couldn't take her mind off you.

"I'm sure she'll answer once she gets off the plane. You know how paranoid she gets when she's on a plane. Phone is in airplane mode and her headphones on full blast. Swear that girl says hates planes cause of final destination but still gets on them." Chad joked as he ate the popcorn Sam had made.

"Oh my god remember when there was turbulence on flight here?" Mindy laughed at the thought of how scared you were. Tara couldn't help but giggle.

"Man who knew she had such a strong grip. Swear my hand hasn't been the same since." Chad shook his hand that you once had in a death grip. He remembered how much it hurt. But you had been so scared, and he wanted to comfort his best friend.

"Chad you literally had tears in your eyes." Mindy laughed even harder. "That's what you get for stealing Tara's seat."

Tara finally relaxed in her seat, she knew exactly how you get when you'd go on a plane. By the time she wakes up Friday morning she'd have a text from you.

*

When she woke the first thing she did was reach for her phone. Expecting a text from you but when she saw that she had no notification from you she sat up. Her concern coming in ten fold. She pressed on your contact and waited for you to pick up your phone.

"Hey this is Y/n sorry I can't get to the phone right now. Please leave a message after the-Hey just wanted to know if you got home safe. Call me when you get a chance."

It has been approximately 15 hours since you left. The flight was only going to be a six hour flight. You had more than enough time to text her back.

"Still no response?"

Tara looked up from her phone to see her sister standing at the door way of her room. Tara went to respond when her phone binged. Her eyes snapping to the phone in her hand.

Y/nn<3: hey sorry I didn't call. I crashed as soon as I got home and my phone was dead when I got home. My parents say hi but I can't really talk right now. I'll call as soon as I can. Good luck on the exam today. I know you'll do great :) ps I miss you more <3

Tara smiled letting her shoulders drop and the concern she felt before wash away.

Okay call me when you get a chance and tell your parents I said hi as well. Ps not possible I miss you way more

"Great she responded, now get ready for school. You have an exam today." With that Tara got ready for the day. The day would be a long one since you weren't there with her.

*

After the fight with her sister Tara had dropped in her bed with a deep sigh. She hated fighting with her sister. But sometimes Sam was just a bit over protective. It was something that she understood but if annoyed her just the same.

She wanted nothing more than to have you here. You were not even gone for a day and she missed you way too much already.

*

You had felt pain before. You were stabbed the year before by Sam's crazy boyfriend. He only got to stab you once before you got the upper hand and kicked his knee in. But this pain. It was a type of pain that had your vision go dark, but then it felt like lights in this old place seem way too bright.

"You will the same pain you made him feel."

The voice behind the mask said. You didn't have the slightest clue on what he was talking about. From the lights you could see you noticed that one of figures was shorter than the other two. It's exactly what you needed, there were three of them.

*

"-Okay. You're alibis check out. You're friends as well. You have another roommate correct? Y/n Y/ln." Detective Bailey said as he sorted out his paperwork that was in front of him.

"Yea but she left to visit family for the weekend." Tara said leaning forward. Not understanding why the detective was bringing you up. You were no where near New York to be brought up and she was grateful. That she knew you were safe and nowhere ear this again.

"A flight to California is that right?"

"Yes, why are you bringing her up. She's not even in the same state right now?" Sam stared down the detective.

"How well do you know Ms.Y/ln?"

"Since grade school. Now tell us what does Y/n have to do with this." Tara demanded to know.

"Her dna was found in the bodega. Y/n never arrived at the airport, she wasn't on flight Thursday afternoon. So I ask again. How well do you know her?"

"W-What? No no she texted me said that she was already in California. She wouldn't lie to me." The young Carpenter rejected the mere thought of you wanting to kill Sam, your friends, her. No you wouldn't.

Right?

*

"Well then where is she Sam. I just got off the phone with her mom. They haven't seen her. She wasn't on the plane heading back home." Tara paced in the safety of her living room. After being attacked they settled in their apartment. They searched your room for any sign of where you could be but came up empty handed. Everyone had tried to call you but you never answered your phone. It would go straight to voicemail.

With all blame for the murders not only falling on Sam's shoulders but yours as well. The situation was becoming even more stressful.

"I don't know Tara. I don't know."

The five in the room jumped at the sound of Tara's phone ringing. They looked at her phone and saw the contact picture of you popping up. Tara wasted no time to answer the phone.

"Y/n! Where the hell are you-Oh Tara, you dumb little thing. Y/n isn't here or maybe she is and she's been stringing you along. Or maybe I'm Y/n. It wouldn't be the first time someone you love tries to kill you, now would it."

"Y/n wouldn't do this."

"You sure about that."

Tara looked down at the phone when ghostface hung up. Everything in her was telling her that you would never do this to her. You wouldn't. But there was little part of her that was telling her that it was true.

"Hey we've known Y/n since we were babies. She loves you too much to do this. No, there has to be a different explanation for why ghostface has her phone." Chad said in not believing for one second you could be part of this deranged persons team.

"Wait doesn't-Guys, what the hell."

The four walked out of the kitchen, towards the living room where Anika turned up the volume. The five watched how the blame for the murders where placed on Sam and Y/n. And how Sam almost attacked a girl the night before. How the murders of Woodsboro 2022 were also blamed on Sam. They watched how the reporter not only victimized Richie but dragged Sam's and Y/n's name as well.

Sam took the control away from Anika and turned off the tv. She stormed away and sat the kitchen table.

The three teens watched how Tara tried her best to comfort her sister. Trying to push the worry she felt for you aside.

The five in room not aware of the danger lurking in the room across the hall.

*

The throbbing pain coming from your knee was becoming worse. One of the ghost faces had broken your knee. They had the cut you and beat you but the worst pain of it all was the knee.

"Are you ready Y/n. You won't believe it but your group of friends has become unfortunately small."

"Leave them alone you bitch! I'll kill you. I'll-You won't do anything. Want to know why. Cause when they find you. You will be dead. Just another name added to my list. But don't worry. They'll see your final moments after all."

You didn't know they had been recording, but all you cared for was your friends. Tara. You felt your eyes fill with tears. You hated not being there for her or Sam. You only hoped that they were okay.

You could only hope.

*

The group watched how all the ghost face costumes were on display. They had made it an abandoned movie theater. All the evidence collected from past attacks.

"What's in the box? It's huge." Ethan walked up towards the wooden large box. "You think we could get it open?" He looked around trying to find something to open the box with. "I mean we don't know where Y/n is. She could be behind th-Don't you fucking dare." Tara stared daggers at the taller boy.

"I'm just saying Tara. Has anyone seen or heard from her? She's gone completely M.I.A. I love her but it's weird. The cops can't find her, her parents don't know where she's at. And to top it all off she goes missing the day the killings start. The knifes go missing from the kitchen, a kitchen Y/n used frequently. It's-Stop talking Ethan." This time it was Sam that cut him off. Sam loved you dearly, she had known you since you were a kid. You were too sweet of a kid to do something like this.

But the question still stood. Where were you.

*

"You know you always had a special spot in my heart."

The words rang through your head. Your blurry vision became cleared when the figure put something on your face. Your eyes widen in disbelief at who was standing in front of you. They had taken off their mask and were now just standing there.

Quinn.

She swung the pipe hitting you in the head before you could actually say anything.

You weren't sure how much time passed. When you woke up you were somewhere dark. You couldn't see anything. You could still feel the cloth tide over your mouth, the pain coming from the side of your head. But now you could also feel something covering your whole face. You could barely feel the your leg and you were afraid on what that could mean.

You could faintly hear muffled voices. And then gunshots. Making you flinch at the loud noise. You heard noises around you and then suddenly, light that you were able to see through the bag since it wasn't that thick.

"We have a few more surprises for you both actually. It was so easy. Having the blame not only on Sam but also her."

You felt someone touch your shoulder making you flinch harder than before. The bag than lifted from your head making squint your eyes a bit at the bright lights. You wheezed out, when they roughly grabbed you by the hair making you look up.

"Y/n?!"

At the sudden voice your eyes connected to the deep brown eyes that you loved so much. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to get to you.

"Q-Qui-Now Now don't spoil the surprise." You watched as Sam and Tara's eyes widen at the site of you. They looked at the person behind you gasped when you only assumed that they took off their mask.

"Mindy was right." You looked up only to a person you considered a best friend. Heart breaking when Ethan ranted about killing Chad. "I mean it was fun. But it was more fun torturing you." You hissed when he pulled your hair harder, head tilted back as he taunted you with the knife.

"Get away from her." Tara lunged forward but was stopped by Sam. She cried at the sight of you. You were covered in blood, cuts, bruises. And she could see how bad you leg looked.

"Speaking of Families. My name isn't Ethan Landry. Is it dad?"

"Dad?"

"Hey roomies. You didn't see that one coming " Quinn smiled evilly. A chuckle escaped her mouth at the shocked expressions on the Carpenters sister's face.

You watched as they argued, Ethan..or what ever his name was no longer behind you. While they did their monologue, you tried to use this time to escape the ropes. The little fight you had left growing just a bit, when the three insane killers circled the two sisters. You had known that they were going to avenge their dead brother. You didn't know that it was Richie they were talking about. You looked to your side to faintly see a blonde woman crawling towards you.

She slowly and quietly cut the ropes tying your legs. Careful not to touch your bad leg. She then moved to your wrists. Slipping something medal in your hands.

"Hide it. I'm gonna try to distract them. Oh and here figured these could help. They're broken but it'll have to do." Kirby put the glasses on your face. She had found them laying around. She knew they belonged to you the moment she saw them. She has seen the pictures of you and your friends. The frames being way too similar for them not to be yours. The glass was cracked and scratched.

You tried to move but you had to stop at the pain coming from your leg. Your head snapping up when you heard gun shots. You watched as the detective was shot, Quinn was hit in the face with a brick by Tara. Who then tried to run towards you but was tripped when a hand grabbed her ankles.

"Tara! Sam!" Sam looked up from stabbing Ethan, towards you. She then moved to you. Stopping when you shook your head, "Help Tara, I can't move. Here." You threw her the gun Kirby gave you. She looked uncertain of leaving you but with a yelp coming from her sister she turned and ran towards her.

You attempted once again to move. Using the arm rests of the chair to pull yourself up. Biting your lip at the pain coursing through your body. From the corner of your eye you saw the detective get up, picking up his gun and then aiming at Tara and Sam. You had failed to notice that they had made it on the top balcony. You could only watch as Tara dangled from the top, Sam trying her best to pull her back up. Ethan was just below Tara swiping his knife at her. You limped your way to him. Using anything to to put your weight on. Picking up the a pipe on the way. Once you were right behind him you swung it as hard you can, Tara falling at the same moment. With the force of the swing causing you fall. Tara used the knife Sam gave her to stab Ethan through the mouth.

"Now die a fucking virgin."

"Baby." She quickly shifted toward you. Cupping your cheeks as she cried. Looking over your body at the damage done by people she trusted. "Oh y/n. You're going to be okay. Just-just keep your eyes open."

"Tara...y-you're bleeding."

Letting a tearful chuckle the brunette wiped your tears away. "So are you dumbass."

With a painful laugh you reached up wiping her tears away. "I m-missed you." You mumbled, your eyes growing heavy by the second. The energy you once had fading away. The exhaustion from the passed days coming to in waves.

"No no keep your eyes open. Come on baby. Look at me. Please."

Both of you flinching at the sound of glass and wood breaking. You moved your head slightly to see Sam and Quinn's dad on the floor.

"Go-go help her."

"You keep your fucking eyes open. You hear me. Please keep them open. I'll be right back." She leaned down kissing you the lips. Even in this light when she pulled away from you, you saw the blush on her cheeks. You cracked a smile at the sight.

"Yes ma'am."

*

Tara had been pissed when she returned to you to find you unconscious. Worried but pissed. So angry that she bursted into tears. Sam had to pull her away from your body letting the paramedics help you. Sam had watched as they rushed you away. Sam held Tara tighter as her sister tried to get to you. Her arm burning as she held her younger sister.

Now they sat in the waiting room. Waiting for any news on you and Chad. They both had gotten stitches on their wounds. Mindy and Danny sat with them. Sidney had called them to make sure they were alright. At the news that they were alright Sidney was on the next flight to New York. The older woman wanted to be there but she also had her own family to look after.

"Family of Y/n Y/ln and Chad Meeks Martin?"

The four shot up from their seats. "Please tell me they're okay." Tara begged, tears streaming down her cheeks

"Yes. They'll pull through."

The group of friends cheered tears of joy and pure relief. Danny pulled the three girls in a big bear hug. The three woman cried in the mans chest.

"The good news for Mr.Meeks is that the knife missed all the vital organs. He'll make a speedy recovery once all the stitches are out." The group nodded taking every word in. Thankful that Chad would be alright.

"Ms.Y/ln on the other hand and multiple cuts and bruises. She has minor concussion as well. But that's not what we were worried about. When Ms.Y/ln was brought her left leg was in horrible shape. Her knee was broken for at least two days. When she was brought in it was deeply infected due to the lack of treatment. Due to the infection, it had stopped blood flow to the that leg. Which caused what we call tissue death..requiring an amputation."

*

The bright lights form the ceiling were the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes. You felt nauseous, dizzy and numb all around. It felt like you couldn't move. The pain you once felt, you barely feel now. The more you came to, the more you realized that you were on a hospital. You also now felt a hand holding yours. It was warm and small. You recognized the hand instantly. Looking towards the direction of the hand, a small smile made its way to your face at what you saw. She was bit blurry due to you not having your glasses, but nevertheless she was still beautiful. You could tell that she was sleeping and not knowing what she's been through, you didn't want to wake her.

"Hey, you're awake." You heard the older Carpenter's voice. You turned to the sound of her voice and saw her figure standing by the bed. You saw her dig in her bag, pulling out a black box.

You smiled when she put on your spare glasses. "Thanks Sammy."

She chuckled and shook her head. "You're welcome. Now how are you feeling?" She realized that you haven't noticed that your leg wasn't, well there. And she didn't know how to tell you. She looked at her sister who was still asleep. For the past 24 hours that you've been unconscious Tara did not want to leave your side. Sam didn't want to leave her sister so she had Danny go to her place and pack them a change of clothes and other things they could possibly need. She knew she could trust him. He had tried so hard to make sure they were all okay.

"I'm feel a little sore and loopy but other than that I feel okay." You whispered back. "What about you guys. Are you guys okay?"

"Everyone is okay. Chad is a floor down with Mindy. Hell pull through. Tara and I are fine just a few stitches and bruises. You just focus on yourself. I'm going go get a doctor. I'll be right back. I'm so glad you're okay." She leaned down and kissed the top of your head. You offered a small smile. Your mind hazy from the drugs pumping into your blood stream.

"Hey you're awake." At the sound of the sudden voice. You looked at Tara who was now wide awake. She looked at you with tears in her eyes. The relief shown in her face at sight of you awake. "Thank god you're awake. I was so scared." She held your hand tightly as she brought it up to her lips.

"I'm-Ms.Y/ln you're awake. How are you feeling?" The doctor came in with a smile as he looked at you. Sam was close behind him as she moved to stand behind Tara.

"Sore, a little loopy. My leg kinda hurts but it's more of a sting." Your hand moved to touch your left leg but was stopped by Tara. You furrowed your eyebrows at her and she didn't meet your eyes.

"Y/n, you had a broken knee from what we saw the broken bone was left untreated for quite awhile. It was left unclean which led to an infection, this caused blood flow to stop traveling to your knee. Ms.Y/ln we had to amputate your left leg due to the dead tissue-"

You sat up ignoring the pain at the movement. The stitches on your stomach pulling. The three in front of you tried to stop you but couldn't. The doctor called for a nurse to get a sedative. Your eyes widen in shock and horror when you pulled back the blanket to see the leg stump. You could faintly hear the heart monitor connected to you pick up. Then followed a tiny sting coming from your arm. You looked to your side to see a nurse, you looked back at Tara who looked at you with so much guilt and sadness. Your world faded once again.

Tara stood as she watched as you fall in to unconsciousness. She knew things wouldn't be the same for you. She knew that it'd take time for you to heal mentally and physically.

She planned to be by your side throughout the journey.

***

:)

[silencesscreams]

be my mistake

steve harrington x f!reader (smut)

“steve, how could i avoid you? it’s impossible, you’re everywhere i look!“

a/n: also i slipped in a little amy march reference in the discussion part, its my steve fic, sorry in advance if you dont like it and its shitty!! english isn’t my first language so sorry about any grammar mistakes

warnings: angsty-ish, best friends w the scoops troop (i love them so muchhh), afab reader, crying, swearing, kissing, praise, oral (f receiving), begging, a bit of degradation, penetration, unprotected (do not do this pls.),

MINORS DNI

you could say that working at the local family video had its perks.

specially when your two closest friends worked with you but, of course, none of them knew about your recently resurfaced crush on one of them.

steve was not the same guy he was when you met him, sure, he flirted with a lot of girls, and with you, but he was nicer. he was sweet to customers, he even occasionally 'babysit' (that was how robin called hanging out with the kids he was friends with).

recently, steve had become more touchy towards you, he was constantly giving you hugs, he even held your hand at the movies once! sure, you and steve had become best friends, but did he know the effect he had over you? he must know. you blushed whenever he barely touched you, and you felt like your feelings were pretty obvious, you never knew how to hide them properly. he must know, right?

something else, which robin had noticed and commented on with you, was that steve hadn't flirted with any girls in a while now. sure it was weird, because thats basically the thing he did the most, but you didnt really bother, it actually made you a bit less insecure.

you, steve and robin started to watch movies every late monday, since you had less customers on those days, so you'd usually 'work late' and get some takeout and watch some shitty movie you'd probably talk through and make very bad jokes about later.

“ladies! im going on a second date tonight!” he said, barging in with a smile on his face. you could feel your heart fall to the ground, you didn’t even know he had a first date with someone recently.

“what? with who?” robin asked confused.

“her names camila, she goes to state college, i think”

“hm, and did you tell her you have no dreams for the future and work at a family video?” robin teased him.

“oh please, i have a lot of dreams!” he complained, putting on his vest.

“sure you do, stevie” you commented, rolling your eyes playfully. why were you feeling so stupid?

you could feel your stomach fall to the ground, god, that hurt.

it was not like you ever even kissed him. so that meant he was just flirting with you for the fun, then, god, that hurt even more.

and plus, it was steve harrington.

you wouldn’t want to ruin your friendship ever, specially not because of some crush you had, if you could even call it that.

it lasted so long it was probably a free fall at this point.

and so steve went on the date.

and with that, steve had a new girlfriend.

and you hated every single cell in her body.

camila was mean, evil, sick, twisted, a bitch, disgusting and she had this god awful breath. her perfume left you with headaches. and did i say she was mean? because she really was.

but you couldn’t help to not be at least a bit angry at him, and so you found yourself avoiding him at all costs. mostly because he was always with camila and you found her insufferable, but it was also because, yes, you were hurt.

then steve and camila broke up.

so you found out, you had no excuse not to hang out with him anymore. you had no excuse to skip movie sessions, outings, or anything else.

and so whenever a hang out would come up, you suddenly had a sore throat, a headache, a fever. and you don’t know why, but robin wasn’t judging you for it.

you told her about your crush and told her that was the reason you weren’t hanging out with them outside of work, and she understood. she didn’t even question it, and that made you feel worse about it.

“okay, whenever you’re ready to hang out again, feel free to come over, alright?” that was all she said. and it hurt deeply, because you missed your best friends.

but being around steve was unbearable.

and you still, gave it a shot.

monday came around, and robin invited you to hang out at steve’s and watch friday the 13th. for the first time in 2 months, you said yes.

punctually, you were at steve’s, it was 7pm and that was half an hour later to what robin scheduled with you, but her car wasn’t on the driveway. that definitely made you nervous. one thing was hanging out with steve AND robin, the other was hanging out with steve.

took a while for steve to answer the door, once he did, he was standing there in all his glory, wearing grey sweatpants and shirtless. you could feel all your dignity (which was very little) leave your body. you were feeling your body get hotter by the second and the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy.

“hey, come in” he smiled awkwardly, looking around his house nervously.

“sorry i didn’t answer the door earlier, my family’s out of town and i forgot and assumed someone else would answer it.” you smiled at him.

“no problem” you said, trying so hard not to look at him.

“hm, i’m gonna put something on, sorry about that. feel free to sit on the couch, eat, whatever you want to do is fine”

“okay” you smiled, heading over to his living room. there was popcorn on the coffee table, the vhs tape on the table and there was a half filled dr pepper bottle on the floor. you thought it was sweet steve put this together, why aren’t you that mad at him anymore?

when he came back, he was wearing a old t shirt, stained with something that looked like ketchup. he was smelling good. had he put on perfume? god, you missed his smell.

“you wanna start now?” he asked, putting the tape in the vcr.

“maybe we should wait for robin, right?” you asked, fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

“she’s not coming. didn’t she tell you? she got caught up with something at work.”

“oh, right.” she didn’t tell you, and you were sure that was written all over your face.

“y/n?” he called.

“yeah?” you looked at him, your ears flushed.

“have you been avoiding me?” oh shit.

“what do you mean?” you decided to lie shamelessly was just the way to go.

“you know what i mean. you never go out with us anymore, and now i’ve just mentioned robin isnt coming, i realize its because of me.” oh shit.

“what?” you laugh anxiously. “no, i just wanna see the movie, its not like that.”

“stop it. you havent been able to look at me for weeks now and i dont get it. goddamn it! im your best friend!” he sighed, rubbing his eyes the way he did when he was nervous.

“steve, how could i possibly avoid you? you’re everywhere i look!” you blurt out, he was looking at you now. “you’re at my job, you’re near my house, you give me a ride home, you’re in my fucking friend group!”

“i just wanna know what i did, because i never meant to hurt you-“

“steve, stop it, you’re being mean.” you were looking at his hairline, not actually being able to see his eyes in that moment, you were about to do it. “you know how i feel about you and you always have.”

that was probably it, that was the death of the friendship.

“what?” he lowered his head, trying to get something out.

“you dont get to do this to me, okay? you don’t. not when you desperately flirted with me for months just to get a girlfriend. not when you tricked me into thinking that maybe, just maybe, you felt the same. not when i’ve been in love with you since middle school.” you felt like you just had a knife shoved into your stomach because of the way he looked at you. brows furrowed, eyes empathetic, but not looking at you directly.

“im going home.” you managed to get that out, with eyes watery and cheeks flushed. you got up, trying so hard not to look back at him, counting your steps to the door.

one,

two,

three,

four,

five,

six,

seven.

you felt a hand gripping your shoulder.

“stay.” he whispered.

“what?” you turned around, looking up at his hazel colored eyes.

“stay.” his hands were on your waist.

“okay.” you answer, looking directly into his dark pupils and that was probably it for you. someday this man might just kill you, your heart was beating faster than ever and you could feel your stomach knotting and knotting and knotting, it was so silly. you felt so incredibly silly.

until he pulled you in. until he was just a few centimeters away from your lips.

it all happened way too fast.

his lips were touching yours, his hands all over you. you ran your hands through his hair, your mouth parted as his tongue slides into your mouth, licking over yours. his hands on your waist.

your hand goes under his shirt and he felt so warm, until he pulls away. you look up at him, doe eyed and he smiles at you.

he doesn’t even have to say anything, and neither do you.

he takes you up to his room, his hand pressed against your lower back, leading you upstairs with the biggest smile on his face.

he opens the door for you, as you head in you notice he’s just looking at you, blushing and shifting from foot to foot. he gives you a look you had never seen before and it makes your heart pound faster than ever. you can’t bear to hide a smirk.

he stood still in the doorway, but he quickly steps forward once you go up to him and peck his lips, giving him a perfect view of your bra.

holy fucking shit.

then, like it didn’t drive you insane, you pull away, grinning at how he went forward with you.

you were sat at the edge of the, bed legs crossed and eyes observant as he locked his door.

with a speed that drives you crazy, steve lifts you and pulls you into his lap, so you’re straddling him. he does that so quickly, it makes you yelp once you land comfortably, instinctively grinding your hips down, making him groan, the low tone of his voice making heat shoot between your thighs.

“such a tease.” he was toying with the hem of your skirt. “this is hot.” he whispered, voice thick as he lays his left hand on your overexposed thigh.

you go over to kiss him again but stop in the middle of the way, liking the way he looked at you. you lift his hand, from the fabric of your skirt up to your mouth, kissing his knuckles. the action feels so intimate and sweet it makes him smile a bit (he also gets a bit hard but that’s not the point).

you look down at him from where your sat, eyelashes batting as you stop kissing his knuckles when he pulls his hand from you, slipping his fingers between yours and gripping your thigh with the spare hand. you kiss down his neck and he can’t stop thinking of how pretty you looked, really.

that shirt, that bralette he knew was under it.

its not fair you looked like that. he just couldn’t help himself at the sight of you.

his hands coast up your bare sides under the shirt, that made you shudder and rock a little in his lap, the relief of the friction ended suddenly as he grabd your hips and pins you down firmly onto him, so you can’t move.

it was useless to try to roll your hips, specially with his hold pinning you down.

he hums, hand sliding further up your top and squeezing just below your tit.

you can’t help but moan a little as he palms your skin, his voice low and thick as honey,

“you look like…” your head tips back at the feeling of his hands on you and he takes that as an opportunity to trail soft kisses along your neck “like you’re mine.” you mewl weakly as his hand cups your breast, his touch clouding up your brain.

“you’re mine, right?” you nod eagerly, pushing up against the hand tucked under your shirt. he clicks his tongue and rolls your sensitive bud between his fingers, “not an answer, hun.”

he had barely touched you and you’re already shaking, breathing heavily and face flushed.

he started kissing your neck, nipping at it.

“answer or you’re not cumming tonight.” the timbre of his voice was incredibly low once he said that, it made your eyes round and your hips buck into air.

“steve, yes, i’m yours. i’ll be so good, please.” you whined.

he squeezes your breast in approval, humming at the way your eyes shut when he touches you.

“good girl.” he lifts you up, manhandling you as you’re being laid down on the bed, his hand leaving you and making you whine. you can feel him moving downwards, trailing kisses down your neck, stomach, before arriving between your legs.

he chuckles ad you whines, trailing soft kisses down your body.

“don’t be greedy.” he looked up at you from where he’s kissing, the waistband of your skirt, eyes wide as he takes in your already fucked out and needy expression.

“my greedy girl” you nod at that, head tilted up as your back arches up a bit, his mouth still pressing messy kisses to the inside of your thighs, “practically begging for me, huh?”

he’s mocking you, nipping at your inner thighs, marking up anywhere except where you need him. his hands are gripping and rubbing soft circles into your thighs, feeling you go lax and needy under him.

“steveee” you say, blushing at how desperate you sound, “please.”

you feel him smile against your inner thigh, looking up at you, “what it is it, princess? can’t even speak and i’ve barely done anything to you, huh, so needy.” his head drops down as he sucks another hickey into you hip, “use you words.” you grind upwards and he pins your hips down, tutting. he looks at you expecting something and you know he wont give you shit until you beg for it.

“steve, please,” your voice tapers into broken whines as your hips move on their own accord, missing his mouth. “need you in me, please, i’ll be so good for you. need you so bad, please.”

“that’s all you had to say, baby.” with that, his fingers push the fabric of your skirt up, showing your lace panties. he groans at the sight.

“shit, you’re so pretty.” he presses a kiss to your clothed core, making you moan, “gonna fuck you with these on, okay?” you nod lazily, the feeling of steve mouthing over your panties makes speaking very difficult. he grins,

“so fucked out.” he flattens his tongue over you, pushing your panties aside as he swipes his tongue over to your wet heat, lapping from your slit to your swollen clit, “haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re practically soaking.”

your hand has gone to his hair, your grip tightens. he knows that your pouting at that, even if he’s not looking.

steve pushes your legs farther apart, pushing your thigh up slightly as he lapped messily at your pussy.

your hands are tugging on his hair, stirring him on as he flicks over your clit in quick strokes that leave your legs shaking around his head. he looks up at you, your head thrown back slightly, shirt hitched up showing your bralette. he reaches up with one hand, helping you take of the shirt.

once its off, he sees your lacy bralette fully, straps falling down as your back arches. it’s probably the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

he lifts your hips slightly, pressing two digits to your slick entrance, watching how you try and push against them, hips pinned down as you buck down mindlessly,

“steve!” you mewl, voice wrecked. he hums, flicking over your clit with his togue. “aw, doll, is that all you can say?” he gently fucks his fingers into your tight heat, feeling the way you clench around him as you let out another mewling main, legs thrown over his shoulders as he crooks his fingers upwards, pushing up against the sweet spot inside of you. your legs tighten on either side of his head, fingers fucking faster into you, “so fucked out, its cute.”

you blush red, eyes shut and lips parted in soft whines of his name. he liked the way you said it.

his fingers curl against your g-spot, fucking into you in tune with the quick movements of his tongue.

“fuck, steve, ju-just like that, please” he’s placing sloppy kisses over your clit, his fingers thrusting into you, picking up their pace as you clench around him, dripping over his hand.

“fuck, so pretty for me, baby” he groans as he kisses your clit, “such a pretty pussy, can’t wait to fuck you, gonna be so good for me, aren’t you?” he watches how you nod weakly between your choked moans of ‘yesyessteve’. you clench around him, his fingers fucking rapidly in and out of your cunt. you were just about to scream once he leaned forward, taking you clit in his mouth, lips latching the sensitive bud and sucking hard, fingers still curling up against your overworked spot as you grind upwards into his mouth and hand, his palm grinding against your entrance.

his fingers fuck into you fast and rough, his free hand reaching up to palm your breast through the fabric of your bra, rolling your bud between his thumb and forefinger, bringing you closer to your climax.

“i’m gonna cum, oh my god, i’m gonna cum don’t stop please-“ you moaned as your words turned into mostly incoherent nonsense. your thighs were clenching around his head, your hands curling in his hair as he lapped at you clit, his fingers hooking against your heat, watching how you fell apart at his touch, hips bucking as you chased your high.

“steve- fuck- you’re so fucking good” you can barely finish a sentence, grinding against his mouth desperately.

he loves you like this, whimpering and so needy, talking through broken little whines. the way you’re begging has him working over you faster.

he groans, feeling the was you clench around him, your slick walls contracting around his digits,

“fuck, you like that, don’t you? being mine? only good for me, huh?” any coherent answers get lost in your pleas of yes, please. he chuckles, fucking his fingers harder into you.

“ohmygodsteve” you’re a moaning mess, legs spread wide and shaking, his tongue circling your clit after his hand dropped, gripping your hip to lift you up slightly, fingers fucking into you slightly deeper. you’re praising him breath;essay, making his fingers move faster, sucking harder on your clit. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, the sight of you making him impossibly hard as he ground his hips into the mattress, taking in the way your head was tipped back, how your mouth was parted in soft moans of his name, how your fingers are gripped at his hair, grinding into his mouth and hand.

“aw, are you gonna cum already?” you nod as best as you can, his fingers are moving roughly in you, pulling you towards your finish. you try to hold off when he murmurs, flicking your clit with his tongue.

“cum for me, let me feel you squeeze my fingers with that thigh pussy.” you cum hard on his tongue, his digits still fucking into you, drawing you out of it. your climax crashes over you in waves, the feeling of being fucked open when you came making you whine.

you’re whimpering as he pulls his fingers out of you. steve reaches up and pins your legs up to your chest, kissing you hard and rough. he nips ate your lips and murmurs,

“still need me, baby?” he’s rubbing your cheeks and you can’t help but push against his touch. your voice is broken and whinny,

“yes, please, need you so bad.” he kisses you again and you can feel his hair brushing over your face,

“good fucking girl.” you practically preen from his praise, as he sits up, taking off his shirt and lowering his sweatpants, he takes a moment to dip his hand below his waistband to palm himself through his boxers,

“fuck, need you so bad,” you whine in response, as he pushes is boxers down, his erection hitting up against his stomach. you moan then, seeing him stroke his cock at the sight of you, he chuckles, running his hand down his shaft at the way you’re whining for him.

“needy little slut, aren’t you?” you feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against your slick entrance as he lines himself up to you.

“your needy little slut” you say, grinding against his tip, your slick coating him. he looks down at you with hooded eyes, his voice low as he presses himself closer to you, stretching your cunt around him.

“of course you are” he’s spreading your legs and kissing you. he rocks his hips forward, not fucking you, but enough to make you moan, “tell me if you want to stop, okay?” with that, he pushes into you.

pushing his thick length into you in one stroke, the sudden stretch making you moan breathlessly. he groans into the crook of your neck, biting down on that soft spot,

“still so tight” he wastes no time starting to ove, shallowly rolling his hips up to you. “fuck, feels so fucking good” he kisses your neck, cooing at you. “pretty girl, look at you, taking it like such a good little slut.” he’s pulling your bra down, the flimsy lace pushed back. he fucks you harder, your tits bouncing with each hard thrust into you. you’re moaning lewdly as he thrusted forward, his cock stretching you open. it feels so good, the feeling of him filling you up. you cried out and gripped at his arms, each hard thrust fucking you into the mattress.

“fuck, steve, harder” he cocks an eyebrow, then pulls out to the tip, you whine at the lost.

“you asked for it, doll” he thrusts forward roughly, filling you up with his cock, you feel him even deeper this time, the press of him against your walls making you whine louder as he thrusted harder. “can you take this?” he fucks into you rapidly, mocking you, pushing you against the headboard. “you said you wanted it harder, didn’t you?”

your cheeks burn at the way he degrades your his relentless thrusts making the heat in your abdomen start to build. you’re moaning soft chants of ‘yes, please and steve’, babbling nonsensically through your moans. his thrusts are hard and deep, pushing against your walls, filling you in perfectly.

the rapid slap of skins fills the room as his hips pick up pace, slamming against yours with each thrust, the base of his cock grinding at your clit, the friction making you moan.

“fuck, taking me so well” he’s kissing your neck and playing with your tits, “you were made for me” he groans.

“oh my god” you moan as his cock pushes into you faster, the brutal snap of his hips making you cry out, you start babbling again, chasing your high. he feels so good inside of you, the roll of his hips bringing you closer to the edge.

he can tell you’re close, from the way your hips have started bucking upwards excitedly, grinding on his cock, the way your hands are gripping the nape of his neck. you yelp as he throws your legs over his shoulders, fucking you deeper as he angles his dick perfectly against your g-spot, ramming against it with every thrust.

“please, need it so bad” you beg, steve hums, his pace unflattering as he pounds into you,

“need what, baby?”

“need to cum” your voice sounds destroyed, “please-! please, need you to make me cum, steve” he grins, grabs your hips and lifts you up, fucking into you faster than before.

“only i can do this, huh?”

“you! only you, steve!” you moan out, trying desperately to press yourself against his his harsh hursts. you clamped around him as you felt your high building again. he must’ve felt it, reaching down between you two and pinching your clit, thrusts getting faster as you cried out.

“i want you to cum” he says, fucking you onto his cock, “cum on my cock like the good girl you are.”

his thumb rubs your clit faster, moving in time with his rapid thrusts, hips pistoling into you, fucking you hard as you came with a loud cry of his name, this one harder than the last. walls clenched hard around him as you gripped the back of his neck. seeing you, head thrown back in ecstasy, face screwed up in pleasure as you cry out his name, has him groaning. head dropped into the crook of your neck as his thrusts get faster and sharper, the overstimulation drawing out high keening noises from your throat, his cock nudging against your cervix as he spills inside of you.

“fuck, so good for me, honey” he kisses your shoulder. “such a good girl” he murmurs. he pulls out slowly and takes you in his arms, laying you down.

he starts getting up and you tug gently at his wrist. he kisses your forehead smiling.

“don’t worry, i’m just gonna get some things in the bathroom”

when he gets back, he throws you an old shirt, which you quickly put on.

“i can go, if you want to.” you mutter, looking down at your hands.

“what? no, are you crazy? stay. come on, lets watch that movie” he smiles at you, opening the tissue case.

“okay, i will then.” you couldn’t help but smile.

“hey, about that thing you said earlier” he looked into your eyes. “i love you too.”

-

tag: @nix-rose

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Long way ahead (Postwar!Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Word count: 3 160

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Summary: After years of fear, pain, and fighting, you and Levi finally have the family both of you always dreamed about.

This story can be read on its own or as a part of my little post-war series: Learn to live again

Long way ahead

The day was beautiful, and the weather almost too perfect. The sky was clear and the sun was shining down on you. On all the Scouts, who once again found themselves outside the Walls in Titan territory. It was supposed to be a so-called training mission.

Everybody was meant to survive and come back home.

It was all going so well. Just until it wasn't. Just until the Female Titan showed up and brought death and destruction with her. In one moment, you were all trying to protect Eren. Petra was right next to you and Eld right in front of you. Oluo and Gunther to your left and behind you. And in the middle, between all of you, was Eren.

You all changed the formation multiple times, just like you were taught. Everybody was as aware of their surroundings as possible. Nobody wanted to die.

Despite that, they were all gone in a blink of an eye. Your squadmates were brutally murdered right before your eyes. Just seconds before the Female Titan threw you against the tree as well.

You didn't even have time to scream out. When your body collided with the tree trunk, pain took your ability to speak and breathe. It felt as if all of your bones broke at the same moment. Shooting out at least one of the hooks of your ODM gear was impossible. You were barely conscious after you hit the tree.

You didn't even notice your body falling. Only when you hit the ground and the air was knocked out of your lungs once again. You didn't even know how, but one of your blades, which was in your hands just seconds ago, went into your left thigh. Hot blood was spilling out of your wound, turning your white pants dark red.

You've never felt pain like that before. Never in your life. Every fiber of your being felt like on fire. Breathing was unbelievably hard. Even the shaking of the ground beneath you, as the Female Titan continued running made you feel immense pain.

What happened to Eren?

Where was he?

You and the others were supposed to protect him. He was humanity's chance to defeat the Titans.

Eren had to survive at any cost.

Eren...

A simple blink was all it took for the scenery around you to change. Suddenly, you weren't in the forest anymore. When you looked up, you saw the sky once again. And Levi with Hange. They were kneeling beside you, both of them looking at you with so much worry in their eyes. Levi... his features were unrecognizable under all the fear. His face was completely pale, his lips pressed into a thin line.

You've never seen him this scared. Never before. And probably never after.

„Don't you dare!“ he hissed through gritted teeth, his hand gently stroking strands of hair away from your face. „I don't want to be alone again,“ Levi whispered, making sure nobody heard him. Except Hange, who was trying to slow down the bleeding from the wound on your thigh.

„Sorry...“ you got out, almost choking on the blood you suddenly needed to spit out from your mouth. Levi swiftly turned you on your side to help, making you cry out in pain so loud even your own ears hurt.

Levi leaned closer to you, rubbing your back while you were coughing and spitting out blood onto the ground in front of you. „I'm taking you back home and when you'll be able to walk again, we're getting married,“ he whispered, not caring if Hange heard what he said.

You were barely able to stay conscious and make out what he was saying. Keeping your eyes open was too tiring, too painful. Everything hurt so much, even the feeling of the wind on your cheeks. Despite that, you found Levi's hand and gave him a small nod.

When Hange moved a little, their body shielding you from the rest of the Scouts, Levi bent down even closer and pressed his lips to your temple. You smiled at him ever so slightly, feeling your eyes closing against your will.

His beautiful face was the last thing you saw. His silky black hair and stormy blue-grey eyes. The way he was looking at you as if he was trying to engrave the picture of your face into his brain.

After your eyes opened again, you were back inside the Walls. Lying on a wagon right next to Eren. Your hand was shaking when you reached out towards him. But before you could touch his shoulder, Eren looked in your direction with eyes full of tears. You didn't understand why he was crying but you were simply too weak to ask.

And just like that, he was gone when you blinked. You woke up somewhere else once again – on the skeletal back of the Founding Titan, that was headed straight at Fort Salta. Many different variations of the Nine Titans were all around you. Your comrades were fighting against them.

Just when you heard someone call your name in the distance, a familiar crying noise stole your attention. You weren't in pain anymore, but standing up and actually walking was somehow still not possible. All you could do was look around and search for where the crying was coming from.

It sounded like... like a baby.

„Y/N!“ someone called your name once again. However, all you were able to care about, was the baby. Where was it? And why? Why did somebody bring a baby to a place like this? „Y/N!“

You looked over your shoulder once again, finally finding the crying little human. A black-haired baby in a pastel yellow blanket with sunflowers was in the arms of a blonde girl. She couldn't be much older than ten or eleven. Around her stood a bunch of Titans you've never seen in your life. Three different versions of the War Hammer, one Jaw Titan, and something that was supposed to represent the Beast Titan.

The baby in her arms was... yours.

When you wanted to say something, talk to the girl... to Ymir... you couldn't get a word out. You couldn't scream when she started walking away, taking your daughter with her and commanding the Titans to finish you off.

You couldn't draw your blades, because you suddenly didn't have them. Nor your ODM gear. All you could do was scream after Ymir even if no sound came out of your mouth. You screamed and screamed until your lungs felt like on fire and until the Titans got to you.

At that moment, you finally woke up. Gasping for air, you sat up and looked around yourself, almost immediately hearing the soft cries of a newborn baby. In the dim light of your bedroom, Levi was sitting on his side of the bed, looking at you with concern written all over his face.

„I tried waking you up but...“ he shook his head, looking down at the little black-haired baby wrapped in a pastel yellow blanket with sunflowers. „Wanna talk about it?“

„No... no, better not,“ you got out, trying to slow down your breathing. Your whole body was trembling from the still to realistic nightmare, as you moved closer to Levi and looked at your daughter. „She's hungry again?“

„Probably. I changed her diaper and tried rocking her back to sleep but it seems like she needs you,“ Levi said, his expression softening immediately as his lips pressed a loving kiss to the baby's forehead.

„Okay, fine. I'll feed her, you can go back to sleep.“

He shook his head, waiting for you to make yourself more comfortable. Only then did he carefully hand you the tiny, not even two-week-old newborn baby. Such an ordinary thing helped you calm down completely and return to reality. The weight and warmth of your baby in your arms and against your chest.

She was here – safe and alive. With you and Levi, her parents.

No Titans.

No Founder Ymir.

Nothing and nobody from your previous life, only you three.

„I'll stay up with the two of you,“ Levi said and kissed your forehead as well.

So while you nursed the baby, Levi kept you company. Even if he only sat there in silence, listening to the soft whispers addressed to your daughter in a hushed and sweet voice. Upon seeing her and Levi, all remains of the nightmare disappeared.

Nothing was real... not anymore.

Titans were gone and you survived.

When Levi's squad died because of Annie, you did not. You became the only survivor of that encounter, even if you made it out alive by a whisker. But you did. It took months until you recovered but... you did.

And now nothing from those times was real anymore. All of those memories were just... well, just memories. Nothing more and nothing less. They happened, they shaped you into the person you were today, but that was it. They no longer had the right to control your life.

„I can't even remember the last time I had such a horrible nightmare,“ you said after a long moment of silence when your daughter was finally fed and seemed satisfied once again. Resting in your arms, she kept looking up at you with her stormy blue-grey eyes. So similar to Levi's. „I don't know why it happened now, what could have triggered it.“

„Don't think that's important,“ Levi said, leaning closer to you. He very gently took the baby's hand, caressing her little fingers.

„She's the only thing that matters now.“

„Exactly,“ he agreed, looking at her with so much love and adoration. She was barely two weeks old but had her father wrapped around her finger.

Levi would do anything for his precious daughter, that was more than certain from the very first moment he saw her. All of his doubts about him not being a good enough father were pushed aside when he held her in his arms for the very first time. You were still in pain and just so exhausted from birth itself, but you remembered that moment very clearly. He was so spooked out, not sure how to hold a couple of minutes old baby. He was scared of unintentionally hurting her somehow. But at the same moment, his eyes were full of pure love and tears. And he didn't even try to hide them. It didn't matter that the hospital staff or you would see him shed a couple of tears. All that mattered in that moment, was the baby in his arms.

His baby.

The baby both of you waited so long for.

She was finally here and she was even more perfect than you dared to dream during your pregnancy.

Looking back, giving birth was the hardest thing you've ever done. From all the things you had to go through since you were born in the Underground, bringing your daughter into the world was the most incredible, but also the most painful and brutal thing that you've experienced.

Despite that... all the difficult days throughout your pregnancy and birth, she was more than worth it.

Seeing Levi become a father was for sure the most beautiful thing you could have experienced. Once Humanity's Strongest was all soft and loving towards the tiny little human he and you created. You knew he had a soft spot for kids, it was very obvious from his actions throughout the years.

But finally seeing him with his own child was something completely different. Hearing him talk to her, seeing him hold her for hours every day... It was so obvious that he never wanted to put her down. He was close to her at all times, always watching out if she needed anything. Even the softest little cry from her made Levi come over and check if everything was okay.

He was totally in love with her.

„It doesn't seem she wants to sleep,“ Levi said, while you leaned against him to rest your aching body a little. You were still slowly recovering and getting used to being a mother. And every day it was getting better and better, easier and more natural.

„Staring at her parents in the middle of the night is probably much more fun. Am I right, darling?“ you asked the baby, smiling at her lovingly.

„Just when I finally learned how to sleep through the night, somebody had to ruin it,“ Levi smirked, furrowing his brows at the baby accusingly. You chuckled quietly and kissed the top of her head, which was full of silky black hair. The Ackerman genes truly were strong. „I'll have to open the tea shop next week again.“

„Yeah, you should. I'm sure people will understand why we closed down for a little while but...“ you shrugged, giving your husband an innocent little smile.

For the past few weeks, there was a piece of paper taped to the door of your tea shop. It was the easiest way how to inform your customers, that you'll be back shortly. This time with a brand new little helper.

Since Levi wanted to help you as much as possible, he decided to close the tea shop shortly before you gave birth. The last few days were probably the hardest ones, so Levi decided to stay close and watch over you. It was nice, you welcomed his presence and the overall calmness of those days before your lives changed forever. You really got the chance to soak up all the last bits of your marriage while it was still just the two of you.

During your entire pregnancy, he tried to be by your side as much as possible, to ensure that you were doing okay. He never said it out loud, but he was terrified that something might happen to you or the baby. He was scared of losing the family he wanted for so many years.

The birth was long, chaotic, painful, and messy. It didn't go the way you hoped it would. Despite that, Levi never left your side. Not even for a single second. He held your hand, helped you breathe through every contraction, and kept reminding you how amazingly you were doing. He kept your mind busy, far away from fear or anxiety, and replaced them with nothing but pure love.

„When are we going to tell the others that we had a baby?“ you asked, watching your daughter trying to grab onto Levi's finger. It was obvious that she wasn't sleepy at all and all of you were due for a long night.

Falco, Gabi, Yelena, and Onyankopon were the only ones, who knew about your daughter. Only because they lived closest to you. Armin and Connie last came for a visit when you were five months pregnant. Because you were still barely showing, it was easy to hide your belly under certain pieces of clothing. Since then, you haven't seen any of your friends and only kept in touch by writing letters.

Keeping your pregnancy private gave you and Levi a strange feeling of peace, you truly wouldn't trade for anything.

„We'll let them know soon enough,“ Levi said, resting his head against yours.

„I know we don't have anywhere to hurry, but I'd like them to finally meet each other. In a way, they're like family to us, too.“

„They are,“ he agreed almost immediately.

After a little talk, you both agreed that you'd invite all of them for a visit in a week or two. For now, staying in your own little happy bubble was all you wanted and needed. You both knew, that your baby won't be this small ever again. So soaking up every single moment was very important.

„I love this. All of this,“ Levi whispered in a calm relaxed tone, kissing your temple while he took the baby from your arms. He very carefully snuggled her against his chest, stroking her back.

„Does being a father feel like you thought it would?“

„It's even better if I'm being honest,“ he smirked, smoothing the baby's hair down on the back of her head. „But sometimes I still don't get how we got here.“

„What do you mean?“

„You were barely seventeen when Furlan brought you home for the first time.“

„When he begged you not to kick me out,“ you teased him, laughing quietly at the old memory of your life in the Underground.

To your surprise, Levi chuckled himself, also thinking about how your very first meeting went. How you knelt in front of him because your injured ankle hurt so badly you weren't able to stand. Blood was dripping from your nose and your knuckles were all busted open from your sad little attempt to beat up the men who were hurting you. When you and Levi first met, you were a complete mess and if it wasn't for him and Furlan, you wouldn't last much longer. But they took you in and made you a part of their gang.

Many months later Isabel joined the three of you. At that moment you felt like your new family was finally complete.

And the rest... the rest is history. A collection of happy, sad, and painful memories.

„We've come such a long way since those days,“ Levi said, both of you watching your baby peacefully resting against Levi's chest. It didn't seem like she was missing something in that moment. The presence of her parents gave her the most important things – safety and love.

„And now we have an even longer one ahead of us,“ you added, leaning closer and finding Levi's lips in a sweet long kiss. It didn't matter how many times in your life you've kissed him. Every single time your lips touched, it felt like the purest magic. Even after so many years, you were head over heels for him. „And we'll walk down that road together.“

„Together,“ Levi agreed, his lips lingering close to yours for a moment before he kissed you again. Slowly and with so much love, it almost took your breath away. He never was a many of many words, because his actions always spoke louder.

„I'm glad we had to wait so long for her. At least she now gets to grow up in a much safer world than we did. She'll never know the pain and fear we had to go through.“

Levi opened his mouth to say something but eventually didn't. Instead, he closed his eyes and rested his head against yours. The baby in his arms made a few sweet noises when you rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head.

After Levi started humming a familiar melody quietly, her eyes slowly started to close. And yours as well.

Everything was okay.

Everything was finally as you always wished it would be.

Just you, Levi, and the purest outcome of your love, safely living in love and harmony.

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Everything you let go

Sae Itoshi x fem!reader

Itoshi Sae is confused when his wife suddenly becomes ill.

Warning: normal things ; Sae here is already a professional player and is married with the reader and adult; They have children; sorry :( ; English is not my first language and there will probably be mistakes.

Notes: This is my first story on Tumblr (and any other place) so sorry for the bad plot... I hope you like it so enjoy😉. (This is the first story written that was never published, the first was Rosy cheeks by Suguru Geto.🫡

Sae couldn't believe what he was seeing, what was supposed to be a moment of great happiness, soon turned into a big concern for him.

Their second child was finally born, it took a long period of nine months to having a second blessing in your life, but if this is a blessing, why is the person who made it possible bleeding so badly?

Your second pregnancy wasn't one of the best, you were much more tired than the first, there were many more complications, but Sae thought it was normal, after all, no pregnancy is easy.

But he couldn't react when he saw blood coming out of his mouth straight to the fluffy blanket that wrapped his little baby, he saw in his eyes the despair in his eyes and soon he felt it too when you saw your body relax too much and his arms fall to his sides, his excellent reflexes reacting in time to catch the small human in his arms.

He looked at you in shock when he see your body passed out for a few seconds before quickly leaving with the baby to seek medical help.

...

"Sae-chan I don't have much time here..."

You exactly said that a few days before your wedding, Sae knew what those words could mean but didn't know why, he feels this tightness in his heart now for not asking anything at the time, maybe something could have changed-

"Sir Itoshi-san?" A middle-aged man appears around the corner to find Itoshi Sae with a sleeping baby in her lap sitting in uncomfortable hospital chairs. He didn't even know how much time had passed since he witnessed his sudden fainting spell, Sae could only think about what triggered his current state.

Then he looked up to meet the doctor's eyes that were already looking at him with some pity. "Yes? How is she?" The player asked with the coldest possible look that even the poor doctor shuddered before giving him the expected answer. "She's fine sir. But due to the stress of the pregnancy her illness has worsened and there may be complications in the future, you can go see her if you like." Soon the doctor left, leaving Sae almost on the verge of madness.

He got up quickly, gently squeezing the baby who didn't move the whole time, Sae could feel the small breaths on his neck, and he even caressed the small human, but his growing anger wouldn't allow it, when he just wanted explanations.

Finally opening the door of his room he found you looking through the open window and letting the wind ruffle your hair, for a moment he forgot his purpose there and just wanted to stop everything and stay in that place looking for its beauty, even after so many years, you could still manage to be the one to give him those damn heart palpitations that he always tried not to feel.

But it seems that the baby in Sae's arms also feels the mother nearby and soon the intense cries of a newborn baby are heard. Her head instantly turns to find her husband and baby, Throwing a gentle smile at the two, you beckoned them with your fingers to get them closer, knowing what was going to happen, you soon advanced.

"Don't even put on that pretty face, Sae-chan, you know my condition well." you extend your arms to indicate for Sae to give her the baby that wouldn't stop crying, Sae hands it to her without saying anything and watches her lift her blouse and feed the baby who soon calms down.

Sae keeps looking at you waiting for explanations from you. "I told you I didn't have much time, did I? I have this plague even before I met you, and well it's gotten worse since the birth of Akira, I just didn't want to worry you or Akira and even this cutie, it is not Muroko-chan?" You said caressing the little hands, while the baby held one of your fingers and had her eyes closed, already ready to fall asleep in her mommy's arms.

"If that was the goal, it failed... a lot, you selfish idiot." Fortunately, her anger was already gone, and Sae approached the bed, sitting on it, coming close to her head and planting a kiss in her hair. Turning your attention to you "And now what will become of you huh? The doctor said this disease got worse..." He got it his eyes fall a bit into sadness. "What's now?"

Your always impatient husband, how would you face him and say that soon he would leave, this disease directly affects the heart and you have had it forever and always prevented you from doing a lot of physical activity, and what cost you a body without much use, but on the other hand your intelligence helped a lot, since during a good part of your life, was Sae's assistant, since he was a minor in a new country (Not that you weren't too).

"Anything." You said softly smiling at Sae. "The doctor said I'll be under observation for a few days, then go home and get Akira with his brother and bring him here, I miss my favorite boy, can you do this for your dear wife?" you said with a teasing face.

Sae had never felt her frown grow so much.

...

"Mami!!" An excited Akira Itoshi runs towards the bed you are on and tries to climb up. You get close to the edge of the bed and lift him to sit on your lap, luckily he doesn't have his shoes on, even at 4 years old he's still light, the boy soon snuggles into your chest smiling brightly. "I miss you!!"

"Guess who missed your favorite little boy too" you hug him tightly and kiss his red hair, even after all this time you still couldn't believe that you were married to your management client and now had two children, even though the public didn't know anything, this life is a strange thing to think about in the past.

"And guess who had to hear all the way here 'Let's see mommy!'" Sae made fun of the joke that Akira made during the entire trip, walks over to greet you with a kiss on the head and squeezing Akira's head which was still on her chest, then sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.

"Mami? Your big belly is gone!" Obviously the child has ignored her parent and pulled her head out of your cute grip and soon bothered to get answers from you.

"Really? Look over there." You point to the front of your bed where there is a crib with a little baby in it. "It's your little sister." You said softly, stroking her plump cheeks.

As if she'd been told a malicious secret, Akira's cheeks darkened a fluffy red, soon getting off his lap to crawl towards the crib.

"Uohh, she's so tiny, we haven't met yet but my name is Akira, A-K-I-R-A Itoshi, but you can also call me nii-chan." With the voice so cute and full of love to give her sister, the tears that welled up in her eyes said it all, seeing her oldest son love the idea of ​​being a big brother was just heartwarming.

"You're not going to cry now, are you? You snot." Even if he didn't show it, you knew very well that he was also emotional, of course, in the Itoshi way.

"What do you expect Sae? They're going to be such good friends." With hearts in your eyes, you take Sae's hand just to hold it. "He was so looking forward to meeting you, Sae-chan, can you bring her here for Akira hold Maruko-chan?"

"Of course your majesty~" He stepped off the ledge, and picked up Maruko-chan, motioning Akira to sit next to her mother.

The couple's eldest boy, who never obeys his father, is a mama's boy through and through, decided to obey just to hold on to his little sister.

"Are you happy Akira?"

"Yes mami! She's so cute." You placed Akira's arms just right to receive the youngest Itoshi, Sae placed her carefully, holding her at the bottom so the fragile baby wouldn't fall.

Akira was so happy looking at the baby in detail, but suddenly her expression of pure happiness turned into fear and distress.

"M-Mami, Papi? Whose is th-this weird fringe?"

The couple took a closer look, only to come across The fringe, Sae looked at her with the biggest face of disgust as you couldn't contain yourself and soon started laughing out loud.

Sae couldn't believe her daughter inherited those bangs from when he was younger and always tried to hide it.

"Akira, don't worry, it's your father's bangs from when he was a kid." You laughed even louder at the thought of your oldest daughter at school with her husband's weird bangs.

"I can't believe my own daughter has this thing, it's decided let's cut it."

"Não papi! É uma franja estranha m-mas fica bem nela não é mami?"

"Of course, it goes really well together, she even has the same hair color, you better accept it, Sae-chan~"

"But mami, she even has that weird dad face!"

"That's right! That 'I don't care about anyone, just to become the best midfielder in the world' face she is totally Itoshi Sae's daughter."

"Can you two stop talking about my similarities to Maruko-chan?"

"No."

...

Itoshi Sae woke up abruptly with his eyes almost bulging out, his chest rising rapidly as he looked across the bed and there was no one there, and no noise was heard from the rooms of his little house in the Spanish countryside.

Where the hell was your family?

A snap quickly went through his head when he discovered that in fact his family had fallen apart, and it was entirely his fault.

All the good and happy memories are just a beautiful wave of nostalgia that Sae wanted to live forever but-

Oh.

So it is.

It was all a dream.

Notes²:

Remembering that this is all fiction 🫵.

There will be a few mini chapters before part 2 to see this family's interaction (they are cute<3)

Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura.

I reinforce that English is not my first language and (I translated the story on Google translator because I don't trust my skills 💀) it has a high chance of having grammatical errors.

Bye 😘

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 2. 04 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

Hyun-su must have felt that I wasn't following him because he turned back around looking at me confused. My breath began to quicken because I had no idea where the monster could be. He made his way back to me asking.

"What's wrong?"

I shook my head lightly.

"I think there's a monster nearby," I said looking around.

"But I don't hear anything through the earbuds?"

Was I wrong?

Maybe I'm just scared and stressed so I was hearing and feeling things that aren't there.

"You're right le..." Before I could finish Hyun-su had covered my mouth with his hand, before pointing to his earbud.

I was confused for a second before understanding that he was hearing something. He let go of me while we looked around for a place to hide. I tapped his shoulder nodding my head to the halve-open elevator. Quickly we made our way to it trying to be as quiet as possible.

The elevator shook a little when we dropped in on it, but it quickly stopped. Both sitting on each side we began to wait for whatever was out there. For a second it was quiet before I heard a similar voice and sentence.

"I can't see."

I closed my eyes resting my head against the elevator wall. Why can't that stupid monster just stay away from us? Together with his groaning and speaking, I could hear something scraping against the wall. My best guess was his long nails. He was probably trying to feel around where he was.

I opened my eyes again and saw a camera hanging in the corner of the elevator.

I was hoping that someone was watching and they would send help, but that had a low chance of happening. I heard it walk by slowly groaning further.

Suddenly the lights went out leaving us in a darker elevator.

My eyes went to Hyun-su and saw him covering his noise, which made me confused before the filthy stench reached my mouth. It took me everything to not just poke right here and now. Quickly I covered my nose trying to think about something else. The both of us looked at each other asking one another if we could move again.

I bit my lip watching Hyun-su stand up trying to look outside if something was there, but the moment he was in front of the opening the monster appeared. It tried to get in to grab whoever was there, but when it felt that it didn't fit, its arm shot out just like in the apartment hitting the box with rotten fish that were the source of the horrible smell.

For a second we just sat there, before I raised my axe hacking a part of his root arm off. It let out a scream having its guard completely down. Hyun-su took the chance to stab it, pushing it away when electrocuting it. He quickly jumped out grabbing my hand to pull me faster out of the elevator, so that we had a head start on the monster.

We turn a corner trying not to slip on the floor while running further. I could hear the groans coming closer. Something in my stomach said to look behind me and when I did I saw the root arm coming in our direction.

"Down!" I yelled pushing Hyun-su down.

We had just touched the ground when the root hit the wall above our heads. To my surprise, more branches of root came out of it hitting everything around us and making stuff fall on us. One of the roots shot just in between our heads missing us barely. I swallow thickly looking at the branches with widened eyes.

"Where are you?" The roots retracted, hitting more stuff on the way back.

Licking my chapped lips I stood up and crawled to the corner trying to see how far it was. My eyes widened when I saw it coming closer to us. I felt Hyun-su crouching down beside me probably having the same expression on his face. My thoughts were racing to try to find a way to get past it or distract it when Hyun-su threw two little balls from the ground in its direction.

We watch how confused he was about where the noise was coming from, swatting in the air trying to catch something. I wanted to speak up saying that we could sneak past him when Hyun-su jumped up and ran at the monster. For a second I thought that he was abandoning me here until he launched his spear into the monster's back.

I walk closer and hear the monster grunt and groan underneath the noise that the spear is making. Hyun Su had a thought grip on his spear to make sure he would stab the monster hard. After a few seconds, Hyun-su pulled back retracting his spear with him.

The monster fell to the ground with a hard thud sound while letting out some groans and moans. Mr, Han was right. You can't kill them only hurt or stun them for a bit, so you have a chance to run away. Hyun-su was breathing hard when he turned around to face me. His eyes were big like he didn't believe he just did that.

"You okay?" I asked concerned.

He nodded his head before looking back down at the monster. It was still grunting, making little movements.

"L....let's go." He breathed out looking back at me.

I gave him a nod before going in the direction we had to go to get to the kids.

We ran further down a hallway that led to the outside where there was another pair of stairs. With quick steps and even jumping over a step to get faster to the thirteen floors, we finally made it. Walking into a hallway I stopped for a second to see where we needed to go.

"Is there another nearby?" I hear Hyun-su whisper from behind me.

I shook my head no.

"No, I was just looking at which way we needed to go. It's my first time coming from these stairs, so it's a little confusing about where we needed to go." I explain still looking around.

I finally recognized a poster hanging on one of the walls, so I knew where we were.

"This way. Come on!" I began to run hearing his footsteps following me.

We turned two corners before finally coming to the kid's door. We both took deep breaths trying to catch our breaths before we would knock on the door. I knocked on the door hoping not to be too loud so that nothing could hear us. I bite my lip trying to hear something.

They can't be gone right? I don't want to imagine what those monsters would do to those two kids. Hyun-su raised his hand knocking again. We waited in silence again, but there was just nothing. With concerned looking eyes, I look at Hyun-su. He was still trying to hear if something was there.

He knocked again, but this time he said something as well.

"Kids. We're here to help you." His voice was low trying not to be too loud, but that only made it more scary for the kids who were all alone in there.

"Su-Yeong, Yeong-Su? It's me, Mi-na, open the door." I looked at Hyun-su thinking that the worst had happened to them when I heard quick footsteps approach the door.

Not a second later the door swung open and a pair of arms were hugging my lower body.

"Noona!" Yeong-Su cried looking up at me with his big eyes.

I gave him a soft smile caressing his head.

"Let's go inside first. It's much safer there."

The two kids nodded turning back inside. Yeong-Su grabbed my hand tightly dragging me with him. My eyes met Hyun-su's who looked at me with gloomy eyes, before following us inside. The two kids looked at him kind of scared not knowing who he was.

"This is Hyun-su. He's going to help us." The two kids nod their heads before saying hello to him with a bow.

Hyun-su had an uncomfortable smile on his face not really knowing what to do. It was pretty dark inside, so we set up some candles on the floor sitting around them. Su-Yeong made me sit close next to her, while Yeong-Su sat on my lap. Hyun Su took a seat in front of us.

Yeong-Su was the first one to speak up and to my surprise, it was a question for Hyun Su.

"Sir. Please save our dad."

My breath hitched when those words left his mouth.

"What?" Hyun-su asked, not sure what he was asking.

"Dad fell down."

A crushed look came to Hyun-su's face, before looking down.

"I know." He mutters out.

"Maybe he's still...."

Su-Yeong started but was quickly cut off by him.

"Nobody can survive a fall from the twelfth floor."

I hit his knee, giving him a scolding look.

"Seriously?" I mutter out.

The two began to cry quietly holding onto one another.

"Hey, look at me."

They looked up at me with teary-eyed faces.

"There's a man on the fourteen floor." I started.

"He has a lot of food." Hyun-su finished.

The two kids looked up at him.

"You're hungry, aren't you?"

They both nodded their head looking at him.

"You won't stay here by yourselves, will you?" I asked a second later.

This time they shook their heads at me and I could feel their grip tighten on me. I looked at Hyun-su and saw that he had the same anxious look on his face had like me. We had seen what was out there. Hyun-su and I barely made it ourselves, but now we have two kids with us.

"We need to go into the hall where monsters are running wild." He explained to the two terrified kids.

"Are you ready?" I asked them rubbing their arms softly.

Neither of them said anything back.

Hyun-su let out a deep breath before asking.

"How old are you guys?"

"I'm nine years old and my brother is six," Su-Yeong explained to him.

Too young to have to go through things like this.

He gave the two a comforting smile before speaking up.

"Those are perfect ages to fight monsters."

Yeah, imagery monsters, not these.

Also, it was the first time I saw Hyun-su smile. I was so used to his emotionless face that it surprised me to see him with one. His gaze met mine and I quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught staring at him.

I cleared my throat before speaking

"let's go then. The sooner we're there the sooner we can fill these bellies with food." With at the end

Their smiles vanished when they looked behind Hyun-su at the door. He looked behind him before looking back at the kids. His hand went to Yeong-su's shoulder saying.

"Don't worry. We'll protect you two." I nodded my head agreeing with him.

With my arms still wrapped around them I pull them closer to me giving them a little squeeze. Hyun-su tried to not look worried, but it wasn't working. I can't blame him, I have probably the same look on my face as him. The lives of these kids were in our hands, so saying that this was a big responsibility was an understatement.

All of us stood up ready to start our journey back to the fourteenth floor. Hyun-su and I agreed that I should be in the front with him at the end, making sure the kids were safe between us. I took one last breath before opening the door. Just like every other time, I made sure that nothing was there before opening the door completely.

The hall was silent, the only things you could hear were our footsteps and our breaths. We came to the stairs to make our way to Mr. Han. With creaking noise, I open the door mentioning the kids to go inside, with me following behind them.

Instead of hearing the door closing, I heard Hyun-su gasp and groan.

"Stay here," I told the kids making my way back down the few stairs.

When I came around the corner I saw Hyun-su leaning against the door holding his right arm while blood ran down his nose.

"Hyun-su." I breathe out.

He let out a groan while more blood ran down his face.

"Hyun-su? Look at me."

"Stay away from me!"

I shook my head quickly.

I don't like the idea of separating nor do I want to leave him behind like this.

"Hyun....."

I started going closer to him but was quickly cut off by him.

"Take the kids to safety! Go!" He yelled before closing the door on me with a bang.

I put my hand on the door still hearing him groan, because of the pain he was in. I really don't want to leave him, but just like he said I needed to take the kids to safety. I'll bring them to Mr. Han and quickly come back for him.

"Come on kids let's go," I said turning around.

Yeong-su grabbed my hand before we began to make our way up the stairs.

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[lifeiskentastic]

Ken flirts (albeit not very successfully) with a officer gn!Reader

Gif by jokerous

A/n: I want to say in advance that if I don't respond to your replies, it's only because this is my side blog and I still haven't figured out how to make it the main blog ;( and English is still my second language so be sure to let me know about my mistakes!

Summary: Ken shows up at the police station again, but this time he has a much more complicated reason for being there;

Song I recommended: Santa Monica by Everclear (although it's not really suitable for fanfic, the song and lyrics were just made for Ken);

Word count: 1,107 words;

Hope you like it!

You've interrogated all sorts of weirdos during your long career as a police investigator. But such a case was certainly the first of its kind. And probably the only one. In front of you sat a not at all embarrassed man in the uniform of a horse rider, that is, in a ridiculous oval hat, a black suit, only horse was. What was the main problem. After all, walking in such clothes in public places and even without a horse is not to everyone's liking. In addition, if it is stolen. Although most of the townspeople have already managed to get used to it since this same man and his companion appeared here for the first time. However, this case was different, as today he came alone. That's why they didn't let him home right away, but sent you to deal with it.

"So Mr. Ken…" You looked at the man who wasn't the least bit concerned about being in the police station, not knowing what you were going to do with him.

"Oh yeah, it's me."

"Um, why did you steal that suit?" You mentally slapped yourself on the forehead for asking such a stupid and obvious question. It's like asking a criminal why he committed a crime... Damn.

Ken was smiling brightly, only making you despair even more. "You see, I just don't have anything to pay yet… But I'll pay it all back very soon! Yes…" But you wouldn't tell that from his unsure and guilty face.

"I'm sorry, mister, but in our town promises aren't enough." For some reason it was difficult for you to say this. Maybe you just couldn't resist the person's naive sincerity in front of you.

"Okay, I'll give you one last warning in hopes that I won't find you in a stolen suit in the middle of a police station again, okay?" Ken shook his head.

"Well, officer, I promise, it won't happen again!"

"Eh, I hope so…"

To tell the truth, this was not the first such "last" warning, but... But sometimes it is worth making exceptions to the rules and protocols for the sake of a good cause.

"Um, officer?" You were about to walk out of the interrogation room and just pretend you didn't see the criminal leaving the police station without punishment. But Ken stopped you with his strangely needy look. "Actually, I just wanted to meet you again."

You were once again surprised by the frankness of this man. And ignorance.

"You could just walk in here, you don't have to commit a robbery."

"Oh."

For a moment you stared into each other's eyes in inexplicable silence until you remembered in time that Ken was a little out of this world. But you didn't know yet whether in a physical or mental sense.

Ken's expression lost its former fervor for a moment, causing you to feel a sharp pang of guilt. So you decided to somehow cheer him up.

"Anyway, I'm very flattered that you went through such troubles for me." You pointed out Ken's appearance, and he immediately melted with pride. "Good job."

You chuckled amicably, but immediately after that you suddenly remembered that you were still wearing your police badge and had some responsibilities, so you improved to add:

"But anyway, don't do that again!"

"Haha, not going to anymore, don't worry officer."

And silence reigned again, although this time it was filled with your mutual smiles. Incredible, but even criminals can be cute.

Ken began to glare at you, to which you could only respond with confusion. This careful look confused you a little, so you decided to find out the reason for it directly.

"Is something wrong Ken?" Ken squinted and something in his sly expression seemed to warn you of danger...

"You are beautiful."

You blinked, slightly not expecting such an answer to the question about feelings.

"Um, thanks… You're in good shape too." Ken assumed a very strange pose that you could describe as flirtatious if he wasn't the weird stranger. After all, how could he flirt with you? It seemed as if the roles of the policeman and the culprit were somehow unfairly reversed between you...

Ken folded his arms on the table, looking at you with all possible attention. Because of which you imperceptibly shuddered. A very strange feeling welled up as you stared into those crystal blue eyes in return. And Ken's smile might seem innocent and naive, but as an experienced police officer you couldn't afford to be fooled by that…

Your palms also rested safely on the table, and the undisguised slyness with which Ken was looking at them could not be ignored... After that, Ken lightly touched his soft fingers to yours, as if by accident, but you could definitely tell from his satisfied face that this was exactly what he intended. But you have not removed your hands in any way. Even if these touches did not seem only friendly.

Ken's whole look (minus the costume ) was like... Head over heels in love? You tried to drive away these insolent thoughts, but the affectionate look fixed on you as if he was completely devoted only to you, the barely noticeable movements of his fingers on your palms and the atmosphere of privacy created by him did not give you peace. And when did everything get so fast?

"You know, I've always wanted to try on an officer's uniform, although I'm pretty sure it looks better on you."

Well, even if it was a sincere and deliberate flirtation, it was so incredibly unfussy and simple that it couldn't help but be touching. If everyone in Ken's world is so nice and unassuming, then this place is clearly Heaven.

"Hmm, thanks again and… And I'm also pretty sure that the uniform will fit you."

You didn't know what Ken was playing, but you decided to keep up with him. It seems that a real battle was brewing here...

"Are you busy tonight?"

It confused you a little. Somehow unexpectedly, too sharply and in general, such purely friendly invitations are not made with such a flirtatious tone!..

"No. Not at all. Do you want to meet?..."

But your tongue had already given away all your innermost thoughts before you had time to really think them through.

Ken looked as if he had already expected a refusal, but when he heard the unequivocal agreement... Well, sparks flew from him. Literally. However, you were sure that this only seemed to you.

"So, at the beach today?"

"I will wait for you!"

[kmigyubs]

[숭호, 동휸] — ₊˚⊹ ᰔ the newspaper boy, school president and I.

Pairing(s) : KIM DONGHYUN [Leehan] & PARK SUNGHO x [GN] reader

Genre : fluff, love triangle + a crap ton of drama.

Summary : Sungho is the boy who delivers the weekly newspapers to a small town in Busan. Donghyun was your typical school president, snarky and the top student (though it is barely mentioned). What did these two acquaintaned strangers have to common? They both liked [...]— they're in a secret competition where they both won (but not in the way they anticipated)..

Warning/contents : nothing much but a ton of mixed-feelings. there might be mistakes here + English is not my first language ^^ they/them used ! (+I might accidentally use the wrong prns and im sorry in advanced :)

a/n : ive wrote this about a month or two ago , and the plot isn't particularly the best. but i thought id post it for leehan day (love him sm). I wanna write smth for riwoo too but im tired TT maybe sometime soon

AUGUST 25, Wednesday

Birds were chirping, and [...] was awoken by the sunlight hitting their face through the windows of their room ...

They sat up in their bed, stretching their sore and numb body with a yawn, tired as fuck but still they have to get up anyway.

School didn't start until 8.30 AM, and it was only 7. They had all the time in the world before actually getting ready, thus they stood up from the bed and walked downstairs to where the kitchen was.

And there was food prepared for them, probably made by their parent as per usual before they had to go to work. Before that, they took a mug and began preparing a cup of coffee to start off the morning properly by being awoken by the aroma scent and caffeine from the coffee they were going make.

And there was a thud from the window- [...] smiled softly to himself, having quite the idea who was outside at the front of their house.

They placed the mug down on the kitchen counter, walking over to the front door and opening it, calling out to the person.

"Hey, Sungho !"

The news boy's eyes seemed to widen, even if they couldn't see it. He stopped pedalling his bicycle, looking back at the person that called out to him from the door of the house he just threw a newspaper to. He grinned sheepishly, waving at them.

"Hi, [...]-ah .."

[...] had known Sungho for quite some time now, ever since their parents decided to move here awhile back. Sungho would come by every Monday to drop by some newspapers, like he would do to every house.

But for whatever reason, that one time they invited him for a little bit inside their house because they made pasta, but accidentally made too much, so they insisted on Sungho to eat until he felt stuffed by the pasta. It was a bit akward at first, but they've gotten used to seeing eachother some mornings. That's kind of how they became friends.

"Would you like to come inside if you have time to spare ? I'm brewing some coffee." [...] asked him with a smile of their own inviting him in. Sungho politely declined with a head shake.

"No worries, I'm good ...."

"Oh ? Why's that ?" [...] asked him with a curious head tilt, acting as if he didn't have anything else to do.

"I have to head to school later, I just need to deliver these boys really quick." Sungho replied, gesturing to the newspaper on the wagon that was connected to his bicycle.

"Oh ...- huh, school ?" They asked puzzled. "I thought you do homeschool .."

"I do- I did." He said, pedalling back a bit so he could talk to the other easier.

"I just transferred to a school, you see. My mother has enough money to send me to school, now."

[...] cooed, nodding in understanding. "I see ... that's nice." They're happy that Sungho seemed to be thrilled of the idea of finally going to a public school, since he told them about how his family was struggling financially ... they wish they could do anything to help, but atleast he gets to go to a school now.

They heard a sound coming from their coffee machine, indicating that his coffee was done brewing.

"Well, hm. I guess you should go, I don't wanna hold you back." They said.

Sungho chuckled, waving his hand. "It's okay, I don't mind really.. but yeah, I should go. See you soon, [...]."

"You too, Sungie." They said with a wave, returning back inside the home and closing the door.

Sungho took a pause.. suddenly smiling giddily. Was that a nickname he heard ? That was cute.

He turned back forward, beginning to peddle again to deliver the rest of the newspapers to the upcoming houses.

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[...] took their sweet old tome to get ready despot having an hour and a half to get ready ...

They got on their motorcycle, which was their father's. They tended to use it to get to school most of the time- when they didn't feel like taking the van they would usually go on.

So the moment they arrived, they were greeted by the school president. Stoic and super duper mature as per usual.

"Ehem, [...]-ah," he started, readjusting the from of his glasses over the bridge of his nose, folding his arms as he stared down at the other.

"You're late- again. It's the third time this week."

"I know, Donghyun ..."

[...] looked.up at him, puppy eyes. Arms clenched together. A big frown stuck on their face ...

".... But we're friends, Donghyun-ssi. Could you forgive me ?? Good people forgive ..."

"Blah blah blah, there you go again with your blackmailing." Donghyun snapped back at them. He sighed, and [...] tried their best to suppress the smile that crept onto his expression, knowing that they'd be forgiven. They stood up straight, giggling with a little 'thank you'.

Donghyun huffed in annoyance, annoyed with himself on how he'd let them get away with trouble again.

But, oh. The smile on their face was just so... irresistible. They looked way too cute to be a little troublemaker that got away with anything and everything.

Donghyun had an idea bulb turn on in his head- If [...] was going to blackmail him .. then so will he.

He then added, "But under one condition."

[...] wiped the cheeky smile on their face, now looking up at him with a soft hum of response.

They then groaned. "Eish ... fine. What is it that you need ?"

"Hm, see ... the principal assigned me to take care of a new student coming in today, but I have to assist some teachers and students for the programme on next Monday. Can you help the new student, perhaps ?"

[...] looked up at him, fortunately seeming a bit interested hearing about having to help a new student.

"Okay, kind of weird they'd join mid senior year. But sure .... What do I get out of this ?"

"My forgiveness and not punishing you for being late, obviously."

They rolled their eyes in response. "Okay, fine."

Donghyun looked at their expression, grinning from ear to ear. They were just so .... adorable. He just ruffled their hair up.

"Okay. Just wait at the principal office, he'll be there-"

He was suddenly distrupted by the sound of someone approaching, footsteps coming towards them.

"Is ... are you... Kim Donghyun?"

[...] was still facing Donghyun, not seeing the presence of whoever it was that was behind them. But something tells them that the voice was ... awfully familiar. Like they had just heard it ..... weird.

They turned around, surprised to see who was there - the newspaper boy was there, Sungho.

".... Sungho ?"

Sungho's gaze went to [y/n], his doe eyes widening in surprise seeing the person he just saw in the earlier morning.

"[...]... ? You go to this school ??"

Donghyun only stared at them while they conversated, pure confusion on his face.

"So ... you two know eachother or...?"

Sungho looked back at Donghyun, nodding in response to his confused question.

"That's right ... I see [...] when I deliver the newspapers in the morning, sometimes."

Donghyun nodded in return to Sungho, crossing his arms together once again (can you tell it's a habit of his by now ?)

"Okay, than it makes everything easier. [...] will help you around for today, since I'll be busy. Is that okay ?"

"Mhm .... that's okay. Thank you ...." Sungho mumbled to the other as he went away.

Sungho looked back to [...], a sheepish grin on his face. The one that he usually had whenever he was either akward, or excited. Not sure what it is this time.

"Well ... I guess I should show you around. Follow me, Sungie."

When they turned away to lead him to someplace else, Sungho couldn't help but smile giddily, just as he did earlier. Oh my .... [...] used that nickname again !!!! They were just so unbelievably cute to Sungho, he couldn't help it.

He snapped out of his thoughts when they called for him. Fumbling, he quickly followed them to get a tour of this place.

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"Okay, just bring that over here and we should be all good ..."

The teacher instructed him, and Donghyun pushed the cheap foldable table over to the spot he was told. The teacher smiled in satisfaction.

"Thank you for helping the programme out, Kim. You're such a great student."

Donghyun sighed, smiling back at the teacher as he rested his hands on the table he had just pushed.

"It's fine, I'm free to help always. It's my job, is it not ?" The teacher chuckled. "I guess you're right ..."

The teacher was called over by some other students that were helping with the setup, thus she left Donghyun to go ahead and help them.

Donghyun was now left alone- well, with his friend Sanghyeok who was somebody of the student council team.

Sanghyeok was telling him about some crazy shit that he was reported by some students in the school, just yapping and whatnot.

He was barely listening to what the other was saying, just nodding along to whatever he was saying, until he heard him say,

"-Where's [...], by the way ?"

"Ah, [...]-ah. They're with Sungho."

"Sungho ...?"

"Yup. The new student."

Sanghyeok hummed. "I see ... if [...] wasn't doing so, they'd probably be following you around right now."

"Right .... he's like a little Adopt me pet."

"...???" Donghyun stared at him "You play that game too much hyeok."

Sanghyeok snorted. "I know, sorry."

Donghyun was staring ahead as Sanghyeok continued to speak to him about random things- he saw [...] with that new kid, Sungho.

[...] seemed to be thrilled by the new presence of Sungho in the school. They were chuckling contagiously as they chatted with Sungho, as they both walked past the hall Sanghyeok and Donghyun was in.

For whatever reason, Donghyun felt some sort of ... resent. Towards the way [y/n] seemed so comfortable with Sungho, to be exact.

[...] was his best friend, and they had other friends other than Donghyun himself of course and he was usually fine with it.

But for whatever reason, this time he felt some sort of uneasiness from the sight of the two together. Uncomfortable if you will.

Sungho was just a new student and Donghyun was fine with him. But knowing that he and [...] had some sort of friendship and connection before Sungho joined the school didn't sit right with him.

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AUGUST 28, Saturday

One morning, Donghyun was making up a quick meal for himself before having to start of the day properly, a bowl of carbonara ramen. Just something simple nothing too special.

He heard the noise of something being thrown to the window of his house.

He raised a brow at the commotion. He turned and went to the said window, sliding the curtain aside so he could see what it was.

He seemed surprised to see the uhm- it was a newspaper, and it was sent by none other than the newspaper boy, Sungho.

Donghyun narrowed his eyes at the sight of the other. He went over to the front door and opened it to see him.

"Hey, you." Donghyun said, which made the other boy stop moving forward.

"Yes ?" Sungho asked, tilting his head.

"I .. you never delivered newspaper here before, huh ?"

"Oh, yeah I usually skip this street because there's already cable television here. But i thought you'd want one."

Donghyun seemed to be very puzzled, to say the least. It was oddly specific how Sungho started to deliver to him right after he transferred in .. maybe he just wanted to be acquaintances, or something.

Donghyun nodded, grabbing the newspaper that was laying right by the window.

"Right, thanks ..." Sungho nodded with a grin, pedalling away.

Donghyun brought that paper inside and tossed it onto the coffee table, knowing that he wouldn't read it at all.

He went back to get the bowl of ramen from the kitchen counter and eat it, but he couldn't help but overthink the whole encounter. It was strange, or maybe Donghyun was just more of an overthinking bitch.

..... It might be his overthinking again, but what if Sungho just came here to tease him and whatnot. Maybe he noticed that Donghyun was green with resent whenever Sungho was hanging out with [...].

But it's probably nothing. Sungho can't be that smart to notice how he felt.

Donghyun scrunched his face up in annoyance. Okay, he actually hates being an overthinking bitch.

He took the bowl of ramen to the dining table, and began nomming on his food as he tried not to think about it.

He fished his phone from the pocket of his pajamas to scroll on social media as he ate. He realised that he had received a couple messages from [y/n]. He opened the messages and read them.

'Hyunhyun, do you wanna hangout with me and Sungho? It's okay if you can't..'

...? 'It's ok if you can't?' Not 'want'? So they're willing to see me? They want me so bad.

Donghyun was clearly being delusional, but all he needs to do to keep his hopes high right?

He thought about it, before he wrote back a reply to them.

'Ok. When?'

'ill pick you up in 30 minutes!'

Donghyun gave their message a thumbs up. Donghyun practically got up almost immediately, abandoning his meal to go and get ready quickly, since he's aware that [...] was going to pick him up in half an hour- he didn't wanna be late.

———

Sungho was sitting in the passenger seat of [...]'s car whilst on the way to Donghyun's house, almost an hour later. He fiddled with his fingers awkwardly as they kept on talking to him about certain things. He just chuckled, and nodded if he needed to, to anything that [...] said.

[...] eventually looked over to Sungho once they reached a red light, cutting himself off when he realised how uncomfortable Sungho seemed to be.

Their expression softened, looking back ahead when the light turned green. "Hm ... what's up with you ?"

Sungho sighed, shaking his head. "It's nothing, it's ... kind of dumb."

"Oh .. just tell me, I won't judge."

Sungho tried go avoid looking at [...], instead looking at the view outside of the window.

"... I don't think Donghyun likes me that much .."

[...]'s expression was understanding, but they felt a bit curious.

"Oh ? How come ? I thought you told me that you saw him this morning."

"Yes, I did .. but he didn't seem to be liking me that much, you know ?"

[...] hummed in response as they listened to him. "Well, he takes a bit of time to get used to someone new. It's not you, it's just Donghyun ...."

Sungho nodded to what they said, but he still thought about how Donghyun had acted towards him in his first few days of school the week before. He seemed cold. Like he didn't like seeing Sungho.

He didn't know why he felt like he needed Donghyun's approval so badly- maybe because he's [...]'s friend ? Yes, that's right .... He wanted to be good with everyone [...] knows.

"I guess so ..."

They reached Donghyun's home eventually. [...] dropped him a message to let him know that they're here, and then comes Donghyun towards the car.

"Hello hyunhyun." [...] smiled at the rear view mirror, looking at Donghyun as he entered and settled in the backseat.

"Hey, [...]." Donghyun replied ... he looked to Sungho, and just said a simple 'hi'.

Sungho nodded at him to let him know he's acknowledging him, but Sungho still felt the sense of uneasiness in himself.

[...] began driving again, driving towards the mall. Donghyun was playing on his phone, while Sungho continued to stare out the window to avoid both of their gazes.

The trip seemed to be what Donghyun expected. [...] going to a shit ton of stores in the mall and buying almost anything relatively cute that they saw in the stores. And of course them making Donghyun carry out all of the bags from their shopping.

What Donghyun noticed though was that [...] was giving Sungho more of their attention, dragging them around the stores they wanted to go to while Leehan only followed them from behind.

....The feeling of resent he envy returned within him.

When they were on the way to a toy store, he involuntarily let out a huff of annoyance- loud enough for both [...] and Sungho to hear.

They turned around to look at Donghyun and began walking backwards, looking at him with a brow raised.

"Hah ? You okay ?"

They asked. Donghyun sighed, nodding to them. With a forced fakeass smile.

"I'm good. I accidentally hit my foot against a bench." He said, and that clearly didn't happen.

But it was believable enough for [...]. They nodded, smiling in satisfaction and turning back forward to continue their journey to the store.

But Sungho .. he had a tiny feeling that his annoyance was from him ? Sungho was just good at detecting how people felt, and thus that's exactly why he kept on thinking that Donghyun disliked him. He just didn't know why Donghyun did so.

They were there shortly after. [...] was rummaging and looking at the items in the toy store, looking for a set of furniture for their Calico Critters dollhouse ...

Sungho and Donghyun were waiting for [...] outside though, the akward silence between them was deafening for Sungho. He wanted to say something to Donghyun, but he already knew he didn't like him as it is.

He tried to muster up the courage to speak to the other, but not until he spoke first,

"So ... you met [...] through your job, right ?" Donghyun asked. Sungho was a bit puzzled as to why he was trying to conversate with him about how they met eachother, but he only nodded in response.

Donghyun's hand was clenched to a fist, as he tried to fight off the feeling within him. It felt so fucking stupid to resent the guy beside him just because of his God damn friend- he doesn't know why he's so protective of [...].

"... Do you like them ? [...]-ah, I mean."

Donghyun froze when Sungho asked him that question. It was an oddly specific question ... And Donghyun wasn't sure of the answer himself.

"... I guess I do. Why do you ask ?"

Sungho immediately stiffened up at the response to his question. He expected an explanation like, "I don't really feel comfortable with [...] hanging out with you because he's my best friend" or something. But he was probably thinking wrong. Maybe Donghyun liked them as a friend.

"So.. like, you like them as a friend ?"

".... No."

Sungho felt like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. No way. That Kim Donghyun, a.k.a [...]'s best friend, liked him like that ?

.... He did too. This was bad.

"I never told that to anyone ... I just feel a bit confused on what I feel exactly. But I do know that I like them."

Sungho gulped. He shifted his weight from his leg to the other, feeling another sense of uneasiness.

But it wasn't because of what he thought Donghyun's dislike towards him ... He felt uneasy knowing that someone else liked the [...].

"... You like them too, don't you ?" He heard Donghyun ask so suddenly. He felt his heart pumping in adrenaline, but feeling obligated to answer it ... Truthfully.

"Ever since I first saw him when I was delivering once, like almost a year ago .."

Donghyun scoffed. He knew it.

Ever since Sungho transferred to the school he felt suspicious from the way he acted around [y/n]. And it didn't help at all after they told Donghyun about the friendship they had before he came to the school- it felt sickening.

Despite the fact he had said he was "unsure" of his feelings for [...], this was most definitely not fucking okay. He felt childish for mentally losing his temper and the way he had his arms crossed with scrunched brows.

Donghyun put the bags down by Sungho's legs. He turned and began walking away.

Sungho only stared at him, unsure of what to do.

"... Where are y-"

"Tell [...] that something came up. I want to leave."

———

AUGUST 30, Monday

Well, Donghyun had helped set up an for a programme for this Monday about the week before, remember ? The programme was basically just an early graduation event, it was about 3 months before they'd graduate senior year. Sanghyeok and Donghyun was helping out around the programme, but most of it was just Donghyun slacking off while he was stuck with his own thoughts.

Sanghyeok came to Donghyun's side once he finished with the duties he was assigned, looking over at the boy deep in thought with arms crossed.

"Wow, you really helped a lot. Thank you."

Donghyun looked up at him with a glare, sighing as he rested his head in his hand.

"Sorry. Truly."

Seeing the way he was acting, Sanghyeok began to feel concern for him. He took the seat next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"What's up ? You can tell me."

"Well, it's just that .." Donghyun started, playing with the button of his uniform's sleeve.

"I like [...] ...."

"I know that—"

"But Sungho likes him too."

Sanghyeok murmured and inaudible 'oh!' once he heard what Donghyun said. They sat in a mildly akward silence as Sanghyeok thought of what he was supposed to say— I mean, what was he supposed to say to someone who was stressed over a crush ???

"... Uhm ! That's tough. But [...] is a charming one,, I'm not surprised ?"

Donghyun sent a glare to Sanghyeok's way, brows furrowed. "You're not helping."

Sanghyeok only smiled an akward one.

"Oh shit— I think a teacher's calling for me."

"?? There's no teachers here.."

But Sanghyeok had already left Donghyun alone, again.

Donghyun huffed as he leaned his back against the seat, slumping down the said seat.

"Hello.. ? Hyunhyun–ssi."

He heard someone call him while he was in a daze.

Looking up, he met with the eyes of [...].

"Oh. Hi [...]. What's up ...?" Donghyun asked them, as if he himself wasn't in emotional distress at the corner of the hall.

"Well, first of all. Sanghyeok told me to check on you because you seemed under the weather." They said, taking the seat that Sanghyeok was sitting at earlier. So Sanghyeok told them ... Oh he was so done.

"I'm fine. I've just been having .... issues."

"Issues ? Of what sort ?"

"I.. it's nothing, [...]-ie." Donghyun told them— but [...] couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle when he tried to explain. Donghyun looked at them, weirded out.

"Uhm, what's funny ?"

"'[...]-ie', you call me that whenever you're feeling vulnerable. Just tell me."

Donghyun tried his best to not flip out and [...]'s comment. Well ... They've been friends for a while, did Donghyun expect them to not know him at all or what ?

Donghyun sighed, burying his face in his hands. "... Fine. Don't tell a single soul, got it ? Well, maybe Sanghyeok is fine because that mofherfucker already knows."

[...] nodded with another chuckle, waiting him to continue on ... whatever he was gonna say and had been bothering him.

"... I don't like Sungho."

[...] almost choked on their own spit. Okay ... So Sungho wasn't wrong ! Donghyun really didn't like him. But the reason as to why Donghyun didn't like the latter was what [...]'s confused about.

"So ... Why don't you ? Sungho's a nice guy, trust me."

"I don't trust him! He's going to steal you away ...."

Evidently, [...] was clearly holding back snickers when they listened to Donghyun yap about disliking Sungho. 'Steal him away my ass'..

"Donghyun,, don't be ridiculous! Sungho will never replace my best friend, you know ? Besides, I can have more then one best friend can't I ?"

'Best friend.. oh, they don't know what I mean.'

"Uh, right. You're right, my bad." Donghyun replied back, hoping that [...] wouldn't notice the awkwardness that was washing over him.

"So ... are you gonna promise me that you'll be friends with Sungho ?"

"What—??" Donghyun asked them confused. Well, he knew he was gonna to be friends with him one way or another (did he?), but he didn't expect [...] to ask him to.

"Please ? I want all of us to be friends, not one sided hatred."

Is that what [...] saw it as ? I mean, sure, Donghyun was being a bitch for no absolute reason he knew that. But thinking about it now, he felt pretty guilty for being that way towards Sungho. He was generally a cold person, but he was extra, extra with Sungho.

"I don't hate him, I swear. I may dislike him but not to that extent."

[...] looked at him skeptical, before letting out a sarcastic 'ahhh'.

"Yes yes, I believe you .. then why are you not getting along with him, huh ?"

"What ? I— I am." Donghyun said defensively.

"Okay, then. Do you want to come over to my place to hang out with me and Sungho ?"

Donghyun sighed in reluctance, nodding in acceptance. "Sure, 'kay ..."

———

SEPTEMBER 1, Wednesday

As [...] said, now both Sungho and Donghyun were over at their place after school. And surely, the tension between them was heavy.

[...] was yapping about random shit, as per usual. Donghyun and Sungho both stayed silent as they kind of listened to them.

Sungho didn't take his eyes off the food that [...] had made while eating it, and Donghyun was sending looks his way as he himself ate.

Okay— he was being a bitch again. He told [...] he wouldn't ... he only realised so when they nudged his foot, giving him a look of their own for him to loosen up.

Donghyun let out a huff, looking back to the nervous boy.

"So ... [...] told me that you were into playing video games."

Sungho's face showed a look of surprise, probably because one— Donghyun was talking to him, two— [...] talked about him to their friends ? That's flattering.

"Yeah .. I do." Replied Sungho, almost feeling cringe at the shyness and awkwardness of his tone.

"Well, I bought my Nintendo and some games from home. I can connect it to the TV, and we can play."

Sungho's eyes lit up from the sudden and surprising invitation.

"Me ?"

"No, I'm talking to the fly above your head." Donghyun rolled his eyes. Sungho mentally palmed his forehead. He nodded in response to his question.

"If you don't mind .."

"I wouldn't be asking if I did!"

Thus, all three of them were in the comfort of [...]'s living room, [...] sitting comfortably on the sofa with a blanket over them while Donghyun and Sungho were sitting on the floor with pilliws and the blanket of their own.

They were just playing Animal Crossing, starting an island together and such.

Donghyun took Sungho for the super shy type, but while playing with him Sungho bickered with him a lot. Donghyun was surprised on how immature this dude could be aswell, getting excited when he captures an insect in the game and decorating their house.

Even during then, they chatted while playing the game, and they had multiple things in common, apparently.

"Sungho, why did fuck did you sell my statue ??"

"I needed bells. The statue was ugly as fuck anyways."

"Excuse me !?"

[...] was trying so hard not to laugh, but he bursted into little chuckles.

He got onto the floor next Donghyun, poking his side. "I told you you'd get along." They whispered.

Donghyun shoved their hand away, grunting in annoyance.

"Yes, you were right .... sorry." He whispered back.

———

SEPTEMBER 6, Monday

"[...]-ssi !!"

[...] heard someone call for them while they were walking through the hallway.

They turned back, to be greeted with a Sanghyeok running towards them.

"Uh— hi ?"

Sanghyeok and then weren't exactly close, not like he was with Donghyun anyway. They were more like acquaintances in a way.

Sanghyeok grinned at them, as if he was gonna like, about to do something devious— or something.

"I have a secret to tell you," he said, "but you can't tell anyone. Not even Donghyun or Sungho."

[...] raised a brow at him, skeptical. But they gave him the green light anyway, since he was curious.

"Okay. Go on."

Sanghyeok dragged him to the emptier part of the hall, which was by the stairs which anyone barely used.

"Okay, sooo ..." Sanghyeok leaned in slightly to whisper to their ear, his expression turning serious.

"Donghyun told me that ... Sungho likes you."

[...] narrowed his eyes. They thought he was like playing or shit, but Sanghyeok's face remained serious.

But there was more. "Donghyun likes you too. That's why he was so bitchy with Sungho at first."

...

[...] had to stop themself from having their jaw drop.

Donghyun and Sungho, their best friends .... they both liked him !?

It was flattering and all for sure, but— oh, how do they say this ...

"Hm, that's ... interesting, Sanghyeok. Uhm ... thank you ?"

[...] obviously didn't know how to react to that information, it was just so out of the blue ....

Besides, they've never seen signs from any of then. Unless, he was just too oblivious to it. They tried to recall it, but they really didn't remember shit.

Donghyun and Sungho were walking together in the halls, on the way to their lockers which were near eachother.

That was, until Donghyun took notice of Sanghyeok dragging to the staircase at the end of the hall.

Donghyun stopped Sungho's talking by tugging on his arm, pointing to the direction of [...] and Sanghyeok at the end of the hall.

Sungho squinted his eyes. He readjusted the glasses he was wearing and stared ahead.

"I ... who is [...]-ah with ?" Sungho asked out of curiosity.

"That's my friend from the counselling team, Lee Sanghyeok."

Sungho hummed in acknowledgement, looking at the both of them in the distance still.

"What are they doing."

Donghyun shrugged his shoulder. "I don't know ...

Ah, [...]'s coming— act natural."

And so they did, opening their lockers and fetching their books and stuff as if they didn't witness anything.

[...] came to them, though— they walked a bit slowly, feeling a tad bit lost and confused. Thoughts running through their mind.

When [...] saw Donghyun and Sungho, they smiled, but it seemed a bit weary. Just a bit off.

Donghyun froze in his shoes. He had a feeling what this was all about ... oh, he was 100% gonna commit battery on Sanghyeok.

Though, Sungho didn't see the look of stress that took over Donghyun's face. He tilted his head, asking,

"What did.. Sanghyuk tell you ?"

"Sanghyeok."

"Yeah, whatever, what did he tell you, [...] ?"

[...] dropped his shoulders, letting out a sigh. They folded their arms together, and went straight to the freaking point.

"Sanghyeok told me that the both of you like me."

Andddd, that's what Donghyun was expecting to hear, he turned away, banging his head against the locker in distress. It's just a him thing.

Sungho's mouth agape upon hearing what they said. A faint pink adorned Sungho's cheek, rubbing the back of his head.

"Well .... this is akward ?" Sungho grinned, nervous as hell.

Donghyun glanced back to [...] during his emotional distress, a huff escaping him. From the annoyance of being exposed, but also feeling ... well shit I don't know.

"[...], we can explain ..."

[...] knitted their brows together, but they softened up upon noticing the looks that washed both of Donghyun and Sungho's expression.

They dropped their arms to the side. "I would like an explanation, please."

They were seated at the very corner table of the cafeteria— or as they liked to call it as of recently, "the meeting corner". [...] thought it was incredibly immature but who are they to talk.

[...] looked over at Donghyun, waiting for him to begin.

"So ... basically, it's a bit complicated." He started, "[...] ... when we were hanging out at the mall, I ditched ya'll because I was ... jealous. Sungho was getting more attention when he arrived, so I just stormed off. It was childish, I know. I'm a kitten when it comes to [...]'s attention."

"Kitten ..?" Sungho raised a brow.

[...] couldn't help but snicker despite the attempt of seriousness of the conversation. They cleared their throat, wanting for him to continue.

"That was also when I figured that Sungho liked you too. Now that we're in this discussion ... it's a bit dramatic for me to act this way."

Donghyun admitted, his cheeks flushing as he looked away.

[...] sighed, resting his cheeks on his hand as he leaned towards them from the opposite side of the table.

"Yeah ... I've been thinking about it ever since Sanghyeok told me so, even though it was 7 minutes ago ... it's a bit tough for me to say."

[...] paused for a second, clicking his tongue as for the dramatic sequence of the conversation.

"It's flattering ... but I don't like you two like that."

Sungho felt like slumping away, being eaten by the ground whole out of embarrassment. He only felt so because it was a bit pathetic to think that [...] would like him ... of course not. They were much much cooler than him.

But he couldn't help but feel the surge of disappointment in his chest, but he had to accept it.

It was just a random crush that he suddenly developed after all, it wasn't like he expected for anything to happen further than that (?).

Donghyun, he felt pretty more than disappointed.

He was pull on frowning and pouting, crossing his arms as he turned his head away from [...].

"I didn't need your approval anyway, dickhead."

[...] and Sungho both giggled at the ridiculousness of Donghyun. He was acting so damn immature for someone who just got rejected. Well, at least he was fine, they hoped (?)!

Sungho lost the feeling of tension. Even if he got rejected ... atleast he was on good terms. He would've been devastated if [y/n] had left them right then and there.

"You don't hate us, [...]-ah ...?"

They chuckled, shaking his head.

"No, it's really okay. You can't control you feelings sometimes, and it's fine ... I just don't, reciprocate it I'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry either ... you just said we couldn't control our feelings, you can't either so it's not your fault you don't feel for any of us." Donghyun stated matter of factly, finally finished with his childlike tantrum and leaned his arms on the table.

"By the way, enough chatting. We have to study for finals ...."

"Oh, but I'm clueless on what to study." Sungho frowned.

"It's alright. We'll help you out. Let's get to the library yeah." Donghyun got up from the table, and the two others followed suit.

"[...]-ah, I know this is weird..." Sungho murmured as they all entered the library and sat at a table.

"But .. can we all be friends, still?"

[...] looked at him with narrowed eyes, confusion apparent.

"I never said I wanted to end this, Sungho."

"Phew." Sungho let out a breath he didn't know that he was holding. Donghyun only rolled his eyes at his worry, arms folded.

Sungho looked at the both of them with his small, and subtle smile.

"Then, can we all be friends for a long time?"

[...] had to hold back a giggle, thinking about how adorable that suggestion was.

"Let's be together for... the next four-hundred and nighty-nine years, deal?" Donghyun piped in. Sungho nodded in agreement, a chuckle escaping him.

"So much happened in a month's span." Sungho said. "Two weeks." Donghyun corrected him.

[...] could only smile in satisfaction as they watched Sungho and Donghyun converse with one-another. It was nice knowing that they were finally getting along ...

— But, [...] didn't hear exactly what they were talking about.

"Don't think I'm still nod holding a grudge against you for liking [...]," Donghyun said to Sungho, a hushed tone as to not let [...] hear.

Sungho scrunched his brows. "Don't care ah... Anyone would pick me over your attitude anyday, Donghyun."

[rainyobservationperson]

I had a merthur fic idea that it's keeping me awake at night and I just had to write it down (METHUR PROMPT)

OK, so hear me out. What if merlin after having lived 1500+ years has forgot Camelot?

Like not the idea of Camelot, he knows what happened and knows it's true, but like the specifics are blurry. He suddenly can't remember how did the castle looked, or what was the name of the cook, things that, to him made all of the experience, personal. But it gets worse, he can't remember the face of his mother, or Gaius's voice, he can't remember Arthur, so he panics.

He has had SO MUCH TIME, and so he has studied a lot about his magic, most of it through trial and error and personal experimentation, because most of the magics in the world have already vanished, so he tries to create a new spell, to make himself remember, fearing that he won't recognize Arthur when he came back.

This new spell is meant to help him remember, relive if you will, the memories that he lost. He pours every bit of knowledge into this project, practicing with very advance Alzheimer patients (because of course Merlin is a doctor, and a chemist, and a profesor... he has had time alright) and he makes a lot of progress. He spends years into this, but the progress is too little, he can make an Alzheimer patient remember up to 10 years in the best of the cases, but he has lived thousands, 10 years was virtually nothing.

Frustrated, and honestly more than a little drunk, and sad, he decides to wing it, he shouts the spell sobbing and uses all of the magic that he can, begs the gods to listen and he also threatens them for good mesure and then he passes out.

Basically he time travels, but he DOES NOT KNOW THAT. He thinks the spells work so fantastically he is having a really fucking amazing lucid dream of sorts, he doesn't remember the specifics so he can't know that he is not exactly following his original steps.

So we have a homesick Merlin running around Camelot, way to happy just to be there and maybe a bit high on magic (because of course in the past there's so much more magic than he's grown used to with the years).

Obviously shenanigans ensue, a 21 century mind in a medieval setting, a wizard that is used to using his powers regularly because nobody believed in magic anyways, a doctor with modern techniques, a slightly shortsighted profesor who is use to wearing reading glasses, a lovesick idiot who forgot the face of his first and most true love... He does something (I am yet to figure that part out) and make a big change in the course of the events and finally finds out that he timetraveled and that he is probably fucking up history for good, and tries to fix it maybe.

That's basically the basis of the idea, I think there a lot of possibilities this could go and I really love it. I wanted to write it here so if anybody wanted to write something with this idea or expand on it it could be fun

English is not my first language so im sorry if I made a mistake. Pls let me know what you think about it. I might expand this with more head canons later.

[sam24seven]

Akashi. A very interesting and complex character from knb. This is my personal take on why I kin him. Feel free to add anything you'd like or tell me what you think, any and all feedback is welcome. Also my first language isn't English so sorry in advance for any mistakes I made.

So. Why do I relate to Akashi you ask? Well this one is a long one but I already talked to a lot of people about his character so I think I'll be pretty good at giving a summary about this.

Akashi is a character from the anime kuroko's basketball, he's introduced to us as the antagonist at first, as a crazy, sadistic perfectionist and a controlling person. As the show progresses, we find out he has DID, dissociative identity disorder which means his more "evil" personality (bokushi) is another part of his personality that gets out when he feels scared or threatened, a defense mechanism he developed to deal with the pressure he faced.

Akashi had a pretty hard childhood, with his dad being a strict father and a workaholic that demanded perfection from him, and his mother, the only person he felt loved and comfortable with after all of the things his dad made him face, dying (or disappearing, I don't think it has been confirmed) when he was around 9.

A feeling that was present a lot in his childhood was pressure, and therefore, a paralyzing, vital, overwhelming need to escape. Pressure to be perfect, pressure to live up to his name, pressure to be strong, to not make any mistakes, to not show any weaknesses, to not have any weaknesses, it's not that you can't show your vulnerability it's that you can't have vulnerability. You can't be human, you can't be flawed, you can't try you can only succeed flawlessly while looking like you didn't even try. Which is why akashi could never love himself, he was taught he should be perfect, that he's more then that, more then other people, more then himself, more then a human. Every time he finished a workload he needed to do, his father gave him twice the amount he did, because it was never about getting the mission accomplished, it was about making akashi the perfect robot, the perfect tool, the perfect son, the perfect soldier.

Something that standed out to me that akashi said once, and that I think summarizes perfectly why I relate to him so much, is him comparing winning to breathing. Now, it might look like what he was trying to say is that, like breathing, winning comes naturally to him, which is probably what he means to say, but the thing is breathing is not only something that you do naturally but something that you have to do to live. It's vital, and without it, you can't survive.

Akashi sees winning like breathing, something he has to do to live, like those cringy shirts that say "eat, sleep, watch anime, repeat" just that instead of watching anime it's winning because in his mind he must win. He needs to win. He has to.

In the battle against seirin, while akashi perhaps didn't want to lose, he needed to. And I think deep down in his original personality, he knew that he needed to feel what it's like to lose, to truly understand that winning is just a thing, and he doesn't have to do it to be worth something or survive. He can fail, and he'll still be there. He's human. He needed to fail so that loss will wake him up from the trance he was in. for Akashi, winning and being the best isn't just about success, it's a fundamental part of his identity and existence, something he feels he must do to justify his worth and existence. The loss serves as a turning point for Akashi, allowing him to realize that failure doesn't mean the end of his identity or worth. It helps him begin to connect with his other self again, and accept that he doesn't need to be perfect to have value.

Another thing that's important to mention is that the reason akashi's second personality is sadistic, mean, a bad person and all those other things, is because he feels like he's not enough of those things. Which is what I think a lot of the fandom gets wrong sometimes because the reason he has this personality in the first place is to protect himself from having to be those things all the time when he couldn't take it. He's not this strong, uncaring, cold, dominant person, he's scared and alone and feels like he has to be those things but he's can't. And that's where bokushi comes in. He's everything that akashi want to be but can't, sure they're similar in a lot of things because akashi himself is a smart and capable person, but the reason bokushi exist in the first place it to be all the things akashi had to be but couldn't.

I didn't exactly say what about him makes me relate to him because it's everything, this feeling that if you're not perfect, if you don't win in everything, it's not that you're worthless but you just can't comprehend it. It's not scary it's terrifying. it's chilling, incomprehensible, paralyzing. I relate to this feeling of acting like you're mean and perfect and can do everything and nothing bothers you, but you still want to run and hide and just have this perfect self that doesn't feel pain or guilt or love. He's a scared, pathetic, wear person, and he hides behind his other self because he's so terrified of the idea of not being what he needs to be. This is why I relate to him.

I have a lot more to say about this character and about so many others, so if you want me to write anything else I'll be glad to, just leave a request for me!

[space-matt]

almost a golf date pt.2

chris.sturniolo x fem.reader

summary: after a long time you can spend an evening with your boyfriend.. finally.

cw: NOT FOR MINOR 18! SMUT! like p in v unprotected, fingering, blowjob etc..

author note: sorry for the late but the studying was taking me a lot of time. Also I don’t think a will do a series of it! but tell me your thoughts ♡

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English is not my first language, if you see grammar and typing mistakes, I apologize in advance! I just ask you not to be rude to me ♡

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part1

revised

"I’m taking you out tonight, so I recommend you dress up because the first date never gets forgotten"

As the time draws near, you feel a mixture of emotions. On one hand, you're happy that you get to spend time alone with him, but on the other hand, you're nervous because you've never been on a date with him before.

Standing in front of your closet, you try to decide what to wear. You want to look your best, but you also want to be comfortable. After much deliberation, you settle on a black skirt and a red top. You leave your hair loose and apply some simple makeup - eyeliner, mascara, and a touch of blush - to complete your look.

As you make your way to the living room, you catch sight of Chris, looking more handsome than ever. He turns around and looks at you, and you can't help but feel a little shy. Nick, Chris's brother, is sitting on the couch, watching Love Island. "So, are you two going out or just staring at each other all night?" he jokes.

Chris grabs the car keys, and you follow him out to the car. This time, he's driving, and you take the passenger seat. You immediately start scrolling through your Spotify playlist, searching for the perfect song. As you drive to your destination, you sing along to the music, feeling Chris's hand on your thigh every once in a while, sending shivers down your spine.

Finally, you arrive at a cute little taco restaurant with a Mexican theme. The interior is decorated with sombreros and colorful artwork, and lively music fills the air. You settle in and order your food, enjoying the ambiance of the place.

As you're eating, two young girls - probably around 13 or 14 years old - approach your table. They seem a little nervous but excited to meet you. They tell you that they're big fans of Chris and ask for a picture with him. Chris happily obliges, and you can't help but feel a little proud to be sitting next to him.

"Hi Chris! Can we take a picture with you?" one of the girls asked, beaming with excitement.

Chris smiled warmly and nodded. He posed for the camera with both of them, while you sat at a nearby table, watching the exchange. The other girl turned to you and asked, "But are you two together?" Her words seemed to hang in the air, as if everyone was waiting for your response.

Chris looked in your direction, seeking your consent, even though he had previously kept your relationship a secret. You returned a warm smile and he responded, "Yes, she is my girlfriend." With those words, everyone seemed to relax, and the air was filled with a sense of happiness and contentment.

They both looked at you and exclaimed, "You are good together! You are so gorgeous. Thank you so much again for the photos." Their words were kind and sincere, and you felt a sense of gratitude wash over you.

As the girls headed back to their table, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of connection to Chris, and a sense of joy at the exchange that had just taken place.

''Damn.. I just made our relationship official'' he says laughing a little ''I’m glad you want to get involved.. I know how you feel and knowing that we’re taking a step forward makes me proud of you'' you talk while you take his hand and weave your fingers, and he in all response approaches kissing the back of the hand.

The rest of the night was wonderful. The food was delicious, we laughed a lot, and Chris kept looking at me in a way that made our relationship feel official. What more could I have asked for?night so much th We enjoyed the at after finishing dinner, we went to an ice cream shop to get a tray of ice cream to share on our way back home.

As you enjoy your favorite taste Chris’s hand moves from your thigh more and more to the side of your underwear, so unexpected that you are soon choking on ice cream. 

You turn to him and find him looking down the street with a mischievous smile on his face. His hand continued to trace circles in your inner thigh, moving over the fabric of your panties. This gesture only made you shiver as you felt that you were slowly starting to get wet. 

Only when parked in the driveway of the house take off his hand getting out of the car, the same action you do so you take his hand and drag him inside the house, heading immediately to his room.

Once inside you take his face kissing him with enthusiasm, your tongues immediately stick in the mouth of the other, and from the moment you can not hold back a groan, a thing that doesn’t go unnoticed at Chris ''Uh you’re so needy'' he says whispering in your ear with his hand holding your breast, and you in response moan yet 

''Please'' you say with thin voice ''Please what. tell. me. now. '' asks you kissing your neck ''Please i need you'' reply throwing your head back

So as you keep kissing, you head to the bed, where Chris starts taking off your skirt and top and leaving you alone with your panties on, you undo his pants while he takes off his shirt;

He gets on top of you and you keep on kissing, meanwhile, your hands go in your pants and the other starts playing with your weak points. Between one kiss and the other from yours, I do nothing but groan of approval.

Slowly Chris goes down to the height of your breasts and starts sucking them leading you to arch your back and making you collide in your hips ''Christopher please do something'' you say closing your eyes needy ''Oh god I love when you call me with my entire name'' says taking off your mutant to then lower with his head between your thighs starting to kiss your wet lips while with two fingers enters inside you doing slow movements ''This- uh - is so good'' you say by putting your hands in search of something to hold on to. 

His kisses are replaced by his tongue coming to your entrance coming to suck the liquid that slowly came out ''Damn babe you are so good but don’t come now'' he says pulling himself up and showing his big erection under his underwear.

You also get up from bed and approach him by lowering them, to let out its entire length with already some juice on the tip, with a ready hand you grab it by putting it in your mouth and kneeling. 

With both sides of your body start to make movements up and down, pumping more and more with Chris’s hand behind your nape so you go deeper and deeper. 

In the room echoed only the short breath of Chris who arrived almost at the peak took away from all perfect lips, picked you up, and with a direct gesture slipped inside you starting to enter and exit while you kissed. 

Everything was going so well, the passion that there was between you two was high enough to finish the act by coming both at the same time in bed. 

One thing you noticed every time you made love was how Chris took care of you, you both went to the bathroom and cleaned up and then slept with him on top of you almost as if you didn’t want to run away.

''You make me feel good in every way, you make me a better man'' whispers with closed eyes, hugging you with his head on your chest ''I love you babe'' you say closing your eyes.