#I spent all day eating and being awkward in front of people I don't know eww

[konigsblog]

könig celebrating birthdays

cw; fluff, nothing but fluff. gn!reader

writing this because it's my bday and i wanna write about celebrating it with my fictional husband :3

it's not surprising that könig doesn't like huge parties. he doesn't like being in public spaces too much, as he starts to feel claustrophobic due to his huge stature in comparison to others. he becomes standoffish and easily irritated in public, sometimes putting on a front to make himself appear as confident and cocky, rather than socially anxious and awkward.

luckily, he has plenty of other ways to celebrate birthdays, ones that don't make both people want to crawl into a hole and shrivel into dust...

könig loves to spoil people, he would especially love to spoil you on your birthday, or honestly whenever he can. he finds himself browsing expensive jewellery shops, looking at the wedding rings before catching himself and scrolling to the necklaces and earrings.

he knows almost everything about you; from your favourite colour to that one fanpage you had over a decade ago of your celebrity crush. he knows exactly what you want, and how to treat you right.

he'll buy you a bouquet of flowers, your favourite kind before settling them in the vase. you're still fast asleep, and könig is surprised he even managed to sneak away from you, as you'd been clinging to him all night long! then, he began to bake. könig would be an excellent cook, he'd love to home cook your meals, make your favourite cake for your birthday and watch you blow out the candles giggling.

he spends hours preparing the cake, still surprised that he hasn't heard anything from you, other than deep, and very loud snores. once he's finished, he'll place it away in the fridge for later, wiping the sweat from his forehead. and only then, does he wake you up, meeting a very grumpy and sleepy version of you who only wants to warmth of their bed. he practically has to drag you awake, he's desperate to see your reaction, to see that pretty smile when you open your gift.

you sit beside him on the couch, face buried into his arm as you finally wake yourself up, opening a gift he'd bought you. you're smiling broadly, opening a pair of new earrings, ones that you had your eye on for ages. you thank him, kissing his cheek softly. you best believe he'll buy you your favourite chocolates, sharing them with you at the end of the day with your favourite movie playing.

even if he's not big on birthdays, he makes sure yours is special. like i said; he's an amazing baker and chef, and would definitely make you your birthday breakfast. whatever your favourite is — pancakes, fruit, açai bowls — he already has it ready for you.

your night is spent eating a dish könig made for you, and sharing a bottle of wine between the two of you, all while your favourite show plays in the background of your laughter and conversations.

[ataliagold]

Or Maybe We Don't

For @astrangersummer week 7 prompt 'or maybe we don't'.

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington

Rating: G

W/C: 1280

Tags: Steddie, first kiss, getting together, beach holiday, sunset, fluff, Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington, love confessions

Summary: It's the final day of Steve and Eddie's summer trip, and Steve has something he needs to tell Eddie.

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Sunset was approaching, the sky a brilliant array of orange and pink, light sparkling off the water flowing forward then receding away again in gentle waves.

Steve was sitting with Eddie in the sand, looking out across the empty beach. It had been busy earlier – families set up for a day in the sun, kids building sandcastles, people playing in the surf. Most had been day-trippers, now packed up and departed, leaving just Steve and Eddie to take in the slowly sinking sun.

It was their last night at the little seaside house that Robin’s aunty had let them use for a few days for a brief summer getaway.

Robin and Nancy were supposed to have come on this trip with them, but Nancy had come down with some flu she’d caught from Mike and Robin had stayed behind to take care of her.

That left only Eddie and Steve, and this unspoken thing building between them that neither had managed to mention yet.

It was stolen glances, hands brushing not-so-accidentally, Steve quietly giving Eddie the pickles from his burger at the diner, nights spent in front of the TV where neither of them really focused on the movie – they were too busy looking at each other.

“I don’t really want to go home,” Eddie commented, breaking the pleasant silence that had fallen over them, “not yet. S’nice here.”

“I’m sure we can come back,” Steve told him, letting a handful of sand run through his fingers. “With Robin and Nancy.”

Something flashed across Eddie’s face, the slightest wince, and he turned away a little. “Yeah. With them.”

Steve paused. Reached his hand slightly towards Eddie’s, then stopped himself, let his hand fall again.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?” His voice was tight.

Steve frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“Ok. Just…you seem kinda…”

“What?”

“I dunno.”

“Good one, Harrington.”

There was no malice in Eddie’s tone, but Steve flinched a little at the old nickname anyway because he and Eddie were so far past that now – or at least, he thought they were.

Steve sighed. “I don’t really wanna go home either. I do miss Robin though.”

Eddie smiled then. “You missed her on our first night here.”

“Yeah,” Steve said sheepishly.

“It’s been good though, right? The last couple of days?”

“Yeah.”

“I know it’s not…well, it’s not really what we’d planned, without the girls, but…”

“I’ve had fun.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

Steve’s tongue darted out over his lips, and he looked back out to the water. He knew why their conversation had become so stilted, why things suddenly felt so awkward, but he hadn’t been able to get the courage up to voice it.

To tell Eddie how he felt.

But when was he going to get another chance like this? They were alone, away from prying eyes, from the demands of the kids – out here they could be anyone they wanted to be.

Steve wanted to be Eddie’s.

He snuck a glance at the other boy. Took in the way the light fell across his delicate features, shining off dark brown eyes, his face so pretty despite being slightly clouded by indecision, perhaps the same indecision Steve was feeling right now.

“Eddie –”

“Steve – ”

They spoke at the same time, snapped their mouths shut in sync.

Eddie laughed briefly. Rubbed the back of his neck, tugged a section of hair across his mouth, smiled playfully at Steve.

“You first, big boy.”

“What were you going to say?” Steve asked quietly, because what if he’d been reading this all wrong, what if Eddie was going to say something completely mundane, suggest they eat at the diner tonight instead of Steve cooking, which Steve really hoped he wouldn’t because he was planning on making Eddie’s favourite lasagna as a surprise…

Eddie’s lips twitched. “Probably the same as you,” he said earnestly.

Steve sucked in a breath, let it out a little shakily. Inched his hand towards Eddie’s again.

“I really enjoyed these last few days,” Steve said after a moment. “With you, I mean.”

Eddie nodded, pinky brushing against Steve’s.

“And I think…well, I know how I…feel about you. And it kinda…” Steve trailed off, looked down at his lap, anywhere but Eddie because he could feel his cheeks colouring now, and what if he was about to fuck everything up? He took a deep breath, tried again. “Well, it kinda scares me. Because I’ve never felt this way about anyone else except Nancy, a long time ago. And you know how that ended, and I don’t want that to happen again, not with you. God, not with you.”

Finally, he forced himself to look up, Eddie’s silence too much to bear.

He was looking at Steve softly, openly, his pinky looped over Steve’s now, breeze gently ruffling his hair.

Steve wanted to kiss him.

But he waited, needed to be sure, needed to know he hadn’t imagined everything between them.

“You know I’ve been in love with you since you carried my half-dead ass out of the Upside Down, right?”

Steve blinked several times in response to Eddie’s confession. “Seriously?”

Eddie chuckled. “Yeah. What, like that’s an unreasonable response to Steve Harrington saving your life?”

“I just…I mean, you never…you didn’t say anything.”

“I thought you were straight.”

Steve tipped his head to the side, raised his eyebrows briefly. “To be fair, so did I.”

“So you’re telling me…you’re not?” Eddie continued, his expression hopeful, his pinky curling around Steve’s.

“No,” Steve said, meeting his eyes. “No, because I really want to kiss you right now.”

Eddie swallowed visibly. Leaned in closer, until Steve could feel his warm breath dance across his lips.

“Go on then, Stevie.”

Steve closed the little distance left between them. Kissed him there as the sun farewelled the sky, slow and gentle and a little unsure of himself because he’d never kissed another man before. But instead of his heart rate spiking like he’d expected it to, it slowed under Eddie’s touch, and Steve felt calm and soft and safe because this was Eddie and he’d never felt something so right in this life.

The following day, after spending the night in Eddie’s arms, Steve was driving them back to Hawkins. Back to their jobs, back to their separate homes, back to reality.

Hand in hand across the gearbox, the two spent most of the drive looking at each other, Steve having to force his attention back to the road every now and then.

An hour out of Hawkins, Eddie spoke.

“What do we do, when we get home?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, do we…tell people? Our friends? Wayne? The kids?”

“Do you want to?”

“Well…I want to be able to be with you,” Eddie said, squeezing his hand. “But are you ready for that? Steve Harrington, former Hawkins golden boy, in a relationship with Eddie the freak?”

Steve made a soft noise of protest at that, brought Eddie’s hand up to his mouth and kissed it.

“I want to be with you,” Steve said firmly. “I’m not sure when we tell people, let’s maybe give it a few days to think about it, but…yeah, Eddie. I want you.”

“Because we could…well, I mean, if you wanted to we could…” Eddie’s eyes darted away, looked out the window, back again. “I’d understand if you wanted to pretend this never happened. If you wanted to just go back to normal. We could, if you want.”

I can’t, Steve knew. And looking at Eddie, at his face that was imploring Steve otherwise, he knew Eddie couldn’t either.

Steve smiled at him. Brought Eddie’s hand to his lap and held it securely there.

“Or maybe we don’t.”

[uracutieraka]

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : who even are you

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It was a normal Tuesday, you had just woken up to the sounds of your alarm going off.

It was quiet in your home. It always was so you weren't too concerned. Your parents had gotten this small apartment mostly for you since they traveled for work and you were tired of being dragged along with them on their eccentric and over-the-top 'adventures'.

Your parents were anthropologist who traveled the world trying to discover a long lost civilization or something. They were never clear on what they did you were just assuming at this point in time.

You went through your normal routine, shower, eat, makeup, hair, get dressed, ect.,

7:30 A.M. Time to go.

You were from the U.S.

Born in a small midwest town 15 years ago. Not A lot of people where you were from had quirks. Actually nobody did. It was the appeal of your small town. The whole point someone would move there. So when you were born, you immediately were an outcast.

You spent your whole life nearly being made fun of by kids from school, snickered at by adults in the grocery store, and targeted by pretty much any authority figure. You weren't a bad kid by any means but when you turned 12, after being treated like one your whole life, you started lashing out. As any kid would. You cut your hair and dyed it, started acting out in class, and failing school. Which where you're from was next to blasphemous.

As you approached the (absurdly sized) campus you started to get a pit in your gut.

what if they don't like me? what if they think I'm weird? or worse...what if they don't talk to me because I'm joining so late in the year

They were dumb thoughts but still valid nonetheless.

0:57 ————|——— -2:10

You felt stupid. sososossoosososoo stupid. HOW do you forget your whole binder on the first day? You were panicking. People in the halls were staring and whispering.

"who's that?"

"its the middle of the semester I didn't even know UA took transfers that late?"

You felt like all eyes were on you. Because they were.

You looked extremely different than the other students here.

For starters your hair was long and dyed, neatly curled, with giant pins that looked like bones in it.

Big round eyes and black eyeliner with matching black nail polish on your short up-kept nails.

You had ripped black stockings under your uniform as well.

Not going to lie you looked pretty emo compared to the rest of the students. Very out of place in this foreign country all together.

You ignored the comments and mad your way to the classroom.

god I'm an idiot for joining this late in the year.

as you stepped through the door you approached the long haired man standing behind the desk at the front of the room.

"Hi, uhm, are you, uh," you looked down at the folded paper you had pulled from your pocket prior to finding the classroom "Aizawa?"

the man looked down towards you, "I am. And you are?"

he gave you a quizzical look.

"Oh sorry. Im y/n. Im, erm, new, hah"

oh my god what is wrong with me? why am I being so awkward?

"Ah, I should've guessed. Take a seat at my desk until the other students arrive. We can figure out your seating arrangement after you're introduced."

As students piled in the gave you questioning looks.

After all there was a random girl sitting in their teachers seat.

As soon as the bell rang you felt the pit in your gut get 10X's deeper. You wanted to sink into the chair behind you. They were all staring.

A loud grunt from Aizawa pulled all of the classes as well as your own attention to him.

"Class, this is a new transfer student from, uh where are you from? Actually just get up here and introduce yourself."

oh no. nononono.

you stood up taking a giant breath while simultaneously wiping your hands over the front of your uniform jacket. As you approached the podium you had run over the words in your head.

"Hi."

"..."

Silence. Why weren't words coming out your mouth?

You watched the faces of your new classmates turn from blank stares to a range of emotions.

"uhm, sorry let me start over," lets try this again "Hi. Im y/n. Im from the USA, a really small town, haha, and uhm my quirk is that I can, Uhm, well basically, I can, Its kind of hard to explain really but-"

"Basically she can manipulate sound waves to the point she's able to talk to animals." The teacher had stepped in.

"Well, kind of, I can basically reform any sound wave into what I want to. Wether I want it to be quiet or loud or even restructure It completely, which I can do for animals and make them speak like, you know, regular, like us humans do."

"Woah neat so is it a manipulation based quirk?!"

you looked up from your twiddling thumbs to see a green haired boy looking at you, with a huge smile and stars in his eyes at the new quirk he had never heard of.

"Yeah I guess." You shrugged.

"Awesome!" he said

And with that you sat down at an open desk in the far back corner.

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

Lunch had rolled around after a boring morning of doing basic school work and you were sat alone in a booth at the far end of the cafeteria.

suddenly a large hand smacks down on your table.

"Hey," a gruff voice spoke up, and finely you look up to be met with harsh crimson eyes and spikes blond hair. "So like what's your deal?"

wow hes blunt

"My deal?"

"mhm" he mumbled like the answer would be obvious.

"Uhhh, I want to be a hero? what's your deal?" you said dragging the letters out and shooting an eyebrow up.

"Hey! I ask the questions around here!"

You stood up quick leaning closer to the boys face leaning across the table.

"You really want to yell at the girl who can control sound waves?"

He leaned up, obviously not used to someone standing up at him like that.

"You're acting like a bratty toddler. I thought this was a prestigious school not an overpriced daycare." you said while walking away and dumping your tray of food.

"H-hey! get back here you idiot! Do you know who I am?!" he was raging behind you stomping to follow you, desperate to catch up and make you apologize.

You just kept walking. After all, you're not one to be messed with. There's a lot about your quirk that he doesn't understand and you're not trying to teach him everything about it now teaching him a lesson.

You're walking the halls now looking at all the different places you had yet to see.

Suddenly you hear someone approaching you. Harsh foot steps smacking the ground.

You turn around to met with the boy who you had just walked away from in the lunchroom.

"Wait up!"

You stop in your tracks, crossing your arms while you wait for him to catch up.

"look," his hands are in his pockets and his eyes are looking towards the wall to the right of you. "Im just confused as to why UA let you in this late into our first year."

"Well-" you begin but are cut off by the boys yelling.

"AND IM SCOPING OUT THE COMPETITION!" he was now crouched and pointing at you with a seriously insane look in his eyes.

"Bro. Chill. Im just here to train."

He was frozen in shock.

"huh?"

"I SAID I'm just here to train."

and with that you walked away.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

The end of the day came quick after that.

Soon you found yourself walking home with your earbuds in.

though the sounds of footsteps were trailing behind you. As you looked back you saw the green haired boy from class earlier, you had come to learn his name was Midoriya.

He was followed by the blond boy who was annoying you earlier.

"Hey! Y/n right?!" Midoriya called out.

"Hey! Yeah! You're Midoriya?"

"That's me!," A wide smile crossed his face.

damn hes happy

"So I wanted to ask you more about your quirk? I've never heard of something like it. Its like a manipulation quirk AND a music based quirk."

As he rambled to you, you snuck a glance at the boy behind you.

Cutting off the boy in front of you, you asked a question.

"Who's that?" pointing to the boy who was now approaching you and Midoriya.

"Huh- oh that's Kaachan. Or Bakugo Katsuki." you didn't listen as he kept rambling on about your quirk again.

Bakugo had now come and joined you two, standing with his hands, yet again, in his pockets.

"What are you extras talking about?" He scoffed.

"You." you rolled your eyes at his ignorance.

"WHA- whatever."

'saved it." he thought

He in fact did not save it.

"Yeah. Whatever. Anywho, bye Midoriya."

And with that you went home. Not excited for the next few days to come.

[cowboybeepboop]

Through the window

“Fuck you”

“Baby thats what youre gonna do”

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2214

Summary: Late night self pleasure turns into more than self pleasure.

Warnings: p in v, mainly porn with some plot, disgusting words for clit cause it got a little awkward at 1 am, use of vibrator, age gap (like three years), major daddy issues, kinda some Voyeurism, roughness from Bradley but with sweetness, praise kink, hair pulling, getting caught.

A/N: Literally just me writing this while sobbing to Shawn Mendes songs, also I wrote most of it while sitting out in front of my school 💪😩💪 I’m a fucking vibe. I don't know if there's like a big fandom on here anymore considering Top Gun Mav has been out for a while now but yk who cares. Also lowkey have been binging Harry Potter and the last of us so maybe I’ll write some of that later. Not proof read like ever

Bradley has been your built-in best friend, being Mavericks daughter means that you spent the majority of your childhood eating dinners with Carole, having Carole brush your hair and tuck you into bed. Carole Bradshaw became your adoptive mom, she taught you to cook, bake, sew, she helped you with your homework and made sure you knew your worth.

Mav was hardly ever around, he put his heart and soul into being a better person so that Goose wouldn’t be disappointed in him, this being said he forgot about the responsibility of actually taking care of his child. But you never blamed him for it, maybe it’s because when he was there with you all he ever wanted to do was cuddle on the couch watching your favorite films. Sometimes he would come home and lay his head on your lap and you would brush and braid his hair.

So, because of your sometimes absentee father, Bradley filled in. He was there with Mav for every milestone, kindergarten graduation, elementary school choir concerts, he even took time from his busy schedule to come to your highschool graduation.

Which makes your sexual attraction to him all the more disgusting, he basically was your stand in father, even though he was only 3 years older than you. But when Maverick finally realized he had a responsibility to spend more time with you, Brad stopped being like a father figure and more like an older friend who you had the hots for.

Bradley hasn’t been home for months-or longer, you totally haven’t been counting, and it totally hasn’t been exactly 8 months 3 weeks and 5 days. He isn’t planning on coming back any time soon, at least if he is he hasn’t told you, which is why you’re stuck pouting with your face between your hands as a few people purchase drinks from the bar.

You work at Penny’s bar, The Hard Deck, which is lowkey awkward considering your dad used to date her. But nonetheless she treats you like her own daughter. The only thing you dislike about working with her is the fact that she scolds you when you flirt while working, it's understandable but makes you want to roll your eyes.

Maverick walks in with a small smile on his face, sitting down at the bar in front of you, “How’s your day Y/N?”.

“It’s pretty good Mav, Penny might want to talk to you though,” winking at him you walk away, heading in the direction of the dart board.

“Hey boys, need a refill?” you smile sweetly, tapping your heel against the wooden floor softly.

“Thank you, baby girl,” Hangman smirks as he hands you the empty bottles, “you know which tab to add it to right?” he nods toward Coyote.

You give a small nod and head back to the bar to grab two more beer bottles, you add the total to Coyote’s tab. He lost in darts, even after covering Jake’s eyes, one more night and you don’t think you’ll be able to withstand his charm any longer.

“Y/N it’s time for you to clock out, if you want to beat the rush and get to your date on time,” your eyes light up.

“Thank you Pen!” you smile gathering your things before clocking out. “See you tomorrow evening.” Penny nods at you, smiling at you softly as you rush out of the door.

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Hours have passed along with another failed attempt at online dating. Both things have led to you lying in your bed holding your breath as you imagine what it'd be like if Bradley came home and surprised you.

It started off innocent, him holding your waist close to him, the heat radiating from his chest as you sucked in a deep breath. Basking in his mahogany, sandalwood and vanilla musky scent, it made your knees weak, your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Your body felt hot, like you were boiling from the insides out. Squeezing your legs tightly together to keep your panties from soaking your bedsheets.

While biting your lip you carefully open the shoebox hidden underneath your bed, grabbing your bright pink bullet vibrator. If your dad came home, you’d know, so locking the door wasn’t a big priority.

Sucking in a deep breath you relax against your plush mattress. Licking your lips you spread your legs being gentle while unbuttoning your shirt, being slow with each button to build up the tension.

Once you finally peel off your blouse, you throw it to the side of the room before leisurely unzipping your skirt. You’re starting to become impatient, every part of your body is aching to be touched by Bradley’s calloused hands.

“For fucks sake,” a soft whine escapes your parted lips, squeezing your eyes shut you begin roaming your hands all over your body. You squeeze the soft part of your body, moaning Bradley’s name as you do so.

Spreading your legs, you pull down your panties, running a finger through your soaked lips. Once you find the bundle of nerves you start rubbing soft and steady circles into it, this causes your hips to jerk a little while your eyes roll back.

You wrap a hand around your neck putting a comfortable amount of pressure on it, soft moans spill from your lips as you push your hips up begging for more friction. You press the smooth button, listening to the faint hum, you press down two more times. The soft hum from before has become more intense and slightly louder.

Let’s be honest, masturbation is nothing compared to sex. Especially the sex you’ve been dreaming and lusting over since age 16.

A soft smile forms on your lips as you press the rough tip against the hood of your clit, your muscles all tense up while your breathing stops for just a second. It sounded like a rock or something else small had hit your window, after waiting for a few seconds you decide it's probably nothing and press the vibrator against your nub.

You bite down on your lip harshly, squeezing your neck roughly. Sadly, you have a shitty toy because desperate times call for desperate measures so there isn’t much more it can give. Removing the hand from your neck, pushing two fingers into your pulsating hole.

Unbeknownst to yourself, there was now a visitor in your room, one who snuck in from your open window. Hiding in the dark corner next to your window, a hand clasped against his mouth as he absorbed the sight of you desperate and needy begging for more.

“Bradley harder!” you moan loudly, as you pick up the pace of your fingers,your back arching. Cum spills from your pussy, you sink back into the mattress, sighing discontentedly.

“Oh, Sweetheart.” the familiar voice rings through the now silent room. You instantly throw your hands over your chest and squeeze your legs together tightly. “If you needed some help you could have just asked for it.” Bradley walks out into the middle of your room, staring down at you with darkened eyes.

“B-bradley, when did you get in here?” you try to play it cool but sweat is forming on your forehead as you rapidly cover up with a blanket, eyes shifting to the window.

“Do you mean, how much did I see? Or rather how much I heard?” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk, you nod as your cheeks turn a deep red. “Not much, just you pleading for me to be rougher, is that really how you like it princess?”.

“Bradley! Shut up,” you cover your face with your hands while trying to figure out the best thing for you to do now. “Look, I didn’t know you were stopping by. I’m sorry that you, uhm, that you saw what you saw.” Your voice cracks while you barely take a breath, his shoes clack against the floor as he makes his way to you.

The dip in the bed being the sign that he’s next to you. “Y/N, I really don’t care.” He pries your hands off your face. “I know you didn’t know I was coming into town, because it was a surprise.” He sucks in a deep breath, “I just didn’t know I was the one who would be surprised.”

The room fills with silence, just your accelerated breathing and the ticking of your alarm clock. “Hey Brad… Can you please leave?” you push your face into your knees.

Bradley licks his lips, “I think I have a better idea,” he runs a finger down your spine while pressing kisses into your shoulder. Your body relaxes into him as you sigh quietly, he pulls your face from your legs “Look at me, my pretty girl,” you slowly open your eyes while avoiding making eye contact,

“Darlin’ I want you to look in my eyes,” biting your lower lip you look up at him innocently, his hands move to cup your cheeks and pull you into his face. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he grips your neck and leans into kiss you.

You move onto his lap while tangling your fingers in his hair, he groans into your mouth before pulling back. Bradley pulls away from your lips and moves to kiss your neck, using his body to push your back against your bed. You gasp as he explores your body with his mouth, calloused fingers pinching your nipples.

Arching into him you moan loudly as he pushes a finger into your throbbing pussy. “You like that?” his voice low and seductive, using his thumb he presses your nub softly. Bradley presses kisses all over your stomach, groaning at the sight of you so needy under him, pre cum leaks from his tip as he grinds against the bed.

“I need you right now, please,” you grab Bradley by his face and pull him up. Kissing his lips passionately while grinding down on his fingers.

“Oh what a needy little slut you are, huh?” He pushes two more fingers into you, “is this what you needed? Or is this a little more up your alley.” He smirks while wrapping a hand around your throat, applying ample pressure.

“Fuck you,” you groan, lips parting as your chest heaves, gasps pouring from your mouth.

“Baby, that's what you’re gonna do,” he taunts, Bradshaw has had enough. He finally lays down and pulls you onto his stomach, his hands massage your thighs as he lifts your hips up.

“Bradley wait,” your hands rest on his chest, “ condom, left middle drawer”. He leans over grabbing the small golden wrapper, ripping it open with his teeth, fumbling with the latex as he squeezes it over his tip.

“Thanks for reminding me princess,” he tucks your hair behind your ear, “now ride me babe,”.

Lining your hole up with his tip you begin to lower yourself down on him, moans leave your parted lips. He furrows his eyebrows, hands moving up to cup your breasts, you sink down on his length, wincing at the uncomfortable stretch.

“Fuck, good girl,” bradley groans, his shakey breathing fills your senses. You lift your hips slowly bouncing on his dick, he grabs your ass squeezing roughly. Your hands explore his abs as you use his body to steady your own.

Your eyes squeeze tight, body tightening up around him. Twirling your fingers into your hair you grasp the strands pulling at his roots.

Bradley flips the pair of you over, his eyes dark and dominant as he hovers over you, his hips thrust into yours at a steady pace. He lowers his head to suck on your erect nipple, one hand wraps around your neck squeezing just enough to slow your breathing.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you pull him to you, kissing his lips passionately, your nails dig into his back. Bradley presses his middle finger into your clit, rubbing rough circles into it, while trying to hold back moans you bury your face in his nape.

His thrusts become sloppy, bradleys hand tightens around your neck causing you to arch into him, he leans down sucking dark hickeys into your neck. “Darling, I’m so close,” the sound of skin slapping fills the room as you nod in response.

“Me too Bradley,” you whine quietly. Bradley uses his middle and pointer finger to rub sloppy circles into your sensitive nub, causing your body to jerk forward and your eyes to flutter shut, soft moans fill his ears.

He runs his hand through your hair pulling your head back. Bradley throws his head back in pleasure, you begin to tighten up around him drawing out a long groan. “Rooster,” you chant his name, “more, please I need more,”, he complies with your desires and angles your bodies so he hits even deeper.

Hugging your body close to his, he thrusts a couple more times before you cum around him, Bradley slows down as he cums. His body jerks softly, “Thats the best welcome home present ive ever gotten love,” he whispers into your ear.

Your bedroom door opens, revealing Maverick, “Get your clothes on and meet me in the living room,” his stern voice shakes you to the core.

Well shit

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Alternate P.T 2

Warnings: Reader being a teensy bit awkward, Jason breaking in(and being a little creepy)

This is my first time writing for Steph, Cass, and Rachel, so I am sorry if they are ooc.

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~☆~

You awoke to a knock on your door, Alfred on the other side mentioning breakfast. You let out a groan as you stretched your limbs. The Manor was awfully quiet, far different than the rampant streets of Gotham. You lay in bed a few seconds longer, basking in the sun that shown through the curtains.

With another groan, you got up from the bed, immediately missing its warmth and comfort.

You made your way downstairs, a smile subconsciously growing on your lips as you could hear commotion coming from the dining room. However, all of the noise died down as you stood in the doorway. You quickly rubbed your eyes as everyone stared at you.

"Um, this is Y/N. They'll be staying with us. Don't bother telling them your name. They already know who you are." Bruce told everyone at the table. Their eyes continued to watch you as you sat down in an empty seat, your head turned to look next to you, where Tim was studying you.

"Hello..." You whispered to him.

"How do you know us?" Tim asked you, staring down at the shirt you wore, one of Jason's, Alfred was sure he wouldn't miss it. Your eyes snapped over to Bruce, seeing if it was okay for you to tell the truth. As Bruce nodded his head, you looked back to Tim, then to Stephanie and Cass, who sat across from you.

"I'm from another universe, where you're all comic book characters..." You shared, making sure that everyone could hear you.

"Ohhh, do you have talking animals?!" Stephanie asked you, genuinely interested in your answer. You let out a chuckle as you shook your head at the girl, causing her to slump back into her chair.

"No, um, my world is almost the same as here. There's just no superheroes or supervillains. There's no magic, no powers, no mystical weapons." You told the girl.

"Sounds like a vacation." Bruce chuckled, the rest of the table laughing along with him.

"It's earth, and we're humans, so it still sucks." You told them, accidentally souring the mood. "But I mean, at least I don't have to worry about my house exploding!" You rushed out, trying to bring back the lively aura. Cass let a rush of air escape her nose as she slightly smiled at your comment before going back to eating.

~☆~

Bruce had informed you that he had called Dick the night before so that you could get help from Raven. Somehow, the two of them were already there by noon.

You sat down in the library reading a book, too engrossed in the words on the page to notice three people enter the room.

"Y/N." Bruce coughed, causing your head to snap up. Your eyes landed on Dick and Rachel. You immediately rose from your seat and raised a hand for them to shake.

"Hi, I'm Dick and this is Rachel, but I guess you already know that." Dick laughed out as he shook your hand. You let out a chuckle and shook your head before shaking Rachel's hand.

"I hope you understand that this won't be a one day thing. This will take time." Rachel informed you.

"I know, and I'm okay with that."

~☆~

The day had been spent getting to know Rachel, and her getting to know about you. She had wanted to get information about where you come from so that she could look into anything that could help you get back to where you belong. She had brought along books and scrolls, trying to find anything that could help her figure out what had happened to you. She couldn't find a thing. Her and Dick agreed to stay at the Manor with you, no matter how long it took.

Now, you were washing up after dinner, getting ready for bed. You stood in front of the sink, scrubbing away at your teeth. Your mind wandered. Was going home worth it? Were the people you called "friends" worth it? The family that you haven't talked to in years? Maybe. Maybe they were worth it. Maybe not.

You leaned down, spitting the frothed up toothpaste into the sink, quickly rinsing your mouth out after. Using a rag, you wiped off the water from your face and hands before turning off the lights and walking out. As soon as you stepped through the door, you noticed a figure, the moonlight shone into the room, making it easy for you to identify the person.

"Jason.." You whispered, watching as he stared back at you through his helmet.

"So, you're Y/N." He spoke, robotic voice bouncing off of the walls. With just a couple of steps, he was an arms length away from you. His hand raised to toy with a strand of your hair, head tilting to the side. You continued to stare up at the man, eyes wide in disbelief. You could hear him let out a small chuckle as he dropped his hand and walked over to your window, propping himself up on the edge of the windowsill.

"Until next time, sweetheart." He said, looking back at you, before jumping out of the window.

~☆~

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[sangoqueenkoko]

I don't want realism; I want magic

angst

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Synopsis: Being with Dottore for some time is enough to drive some insane. But what about living with him? Thick and thin. Sweet and sour. Love and hatred. Lust and chastity. It all burns passionately. Wrapped around each other's fingers.

Warnings? This is an experimental series. Also contains the mention of inner body parts, blood and gore.

He finally exploded. Combusted.

Shattered.

Finally.

All the built-up anger that led to this moment could finally escape. In an unfortunate way.

And unfortunately, this isn’t an illusion. It’s actually happening. Whatever toxic gas that could be concocted in the Hell that is his Lab hadn’t affected you to the point of changing your reality to the magic most wanted. No.

His breath was heavy—seething, in fact. He looked over his shoulder at you. At this point, he had removed his mask so you could see the anger in his eyes in all its glory. They pierced your soul.

He would turn to you before walking over. It was like he suddenly appeared in front of you, and the fast rhythm of your panicked heart may as well have been the speed at which he was walking. The closer he got, the more of his body heat you could feel and the more anger you could sense.

"Of all pathetic homo-sapiens to be this disruptive and disrespecting to my research, I never would have never expected it to be you", Dottore growled with his hands behind his back, coat nowhere to be seen again. His eyes were full of fire, no reconciliation to be seen nearby; they were alluring to some, deadly to most. Like the so-called innocence of a rosebud, to the prickly points on its stem, dealing harm even if it didn’t want to, no matter how careful. His hair is a little unkempt due to the amount of time he's spent working with no self-care. Which you always cared for even if he didn't. But he didn't seem to care about what you thought at the moment. He didn’t care what anyone thought at this point. But his mask was always perfectly in place. As if he's always trying to conceal something away from everyone he comes across.

But he isn't concealing his anger now. He's let it out.

"I-I'm sorry, Zan-" you would try to muster up an excuse he would take, but you don't know why because he can see through anyone's lies like glass. No one else’s anger made your usually composed and undeviating composure waver unless it was from Dottore.

"Do NOT call me that!" he spat, lunging forward towards you, but he caught himself at the last second and tried to hold himself back. The sudden movement from him made you move back, too; you hated being in the path of his destructive anger; he could do literally anything. But he hated that name. Zandik. It reminded him of his Akademiya days. "Never, EVER speak of that name again! I have heard that name FAR too many times over the years, and I am sick of it! Especially hearing it from you! I loathe it! You make it oh so much worse. And I. AM. FINISHED!"

What happened after that—an argument or conversation, if you even call it that—was awkward but surreal. You had never seen him so angry, especially towards yourself, especially over the measliest of things. Now you know what other people felt when The Doctor was beyond seething.

Poor you.

Pity.

Though you were used to it, it still hit close.

When he was in various moods, you knew it was better to leave him alone and let him cool off, to do whatever cacophonous activities he pleased.

In the meantime, you knew to do your own thing, be it reading, talking, walking to let your thoughts simmer and fester, or practising sparring. No one could ever separate you from your blade.

"Heh," Childe mused with his usual shit-eating grin as he put his bow away, it disappearing beside his waist in a small cloud of golden sparkles before they hurridly faded away, "remember, we've been over this, girlie. Many times. Disputes happen. Adohiro and I have them, even over the pettiest things. And it's no different for you and The Doctor either. Even if... he tends to be a loose canon sometimes," he admitted openly, because you obviously knew that already. But you wouldn't call it 'petty.'

Despite your loose friendship, as in you and Childe, you were both good at fighting. He was always looking for a fight with those who would... 'ask for it,' and you were always up to the opportunity to refine your skills and execute them perfectly. So, if someone came upon you two sparring, they would think it looks like a dance. The way both of your manoeuvres melt together creates something that flows smoother than water: perfect pars, swift flourishing, and endless energy. Flashy.

It was comfortable for both of you. Your sword, slender, dark in colour, like obsidian, yet shiny, with no stains despite your work, would collide with Childe's slick, ocean-blue Riptide blades. From time to time, it would be some friendly jabs and remarks at each other before it would work up the energy and get a little more aggressive, as it would be if you were to actually fight against a foe. More flamboyant.

You could easily tell he was enjoying it, almost like he was showing off. But the word 'petty' stuck in your mind like an adhesive; he may not have meant it to be necessary, but you didn't see it like he did. That drove you to fight for your life, so to speak. And whatever he said next would fall upon your deaf ears.

Let’s just say that no words were spoken for a while.

Nothing but the sounds of quick swoops and clangs as weapons collided. The occasional friendly jabs turned into witty quips shared between the two of you, only before more swoops and clangs would sound out more rapidly with more force. With wits at their ends, it would be a surprise if someone got hurt, right? Right?

No matter. Because how could either of you get hurt? You’re both skilled bladesman. Meaning that no matter the circumstances you shouldn’t get hurt, you should only deal damage to those that don’t matter.

That was also told to you in your line of work. Constantly. This drove you. And it drove you insane. The idea of hurting the seemingly innocent until proven til they perish. They’ve worked alongside the criminally insane without knowing? Kill them. Their family? Kill them; there can’t be any more ‘bad blood’ spared. Knowing that you were once as innocent as the genuinely innocent you have killed haunted you; it was this burden that sat and will forever sit, on your shoulders until your own death. Constantly whispering to you, reminding you every day. Without fail. Like the angels and demons on either side of you. Only that it was only the demon. The angel was still there. But it was long dead. Dead by the hands of your own being. Signifying you are no longer innocent. And haven't been for a long time

You had a quick breather between quick rounds. During this break, you protested because you wanted to keep going, but Childe persisted.

"You've gotten much better than last time, Konchina" He took a deep breath as he put his arm in front of him, stretching it as his other arm held it close to his chest before lightly shaking it, relieving the tension pent up from the sudden blade swings.

"Of course, I've gotten better, Tartaglia", you retorted, mocking his enthusiasm in the way he said your 'name' "I can only get better from here."

He shrugged after a brief silence as he let the air settle between you both. "Okay, whatever you say. Just don't push yourself. I have to keep telling you this; the more you do this, the more you push yourself to your limit, and the more likely you will get hurt and put out of commission, depending on the severity, of course. And you know that Her Majesty can't have any of her followers, especially one of her close subordinates, out of action when work needs to be done. And you know what The Do-"

He would begin to carry on but was immediately cut off by you groaning at the name, throwing your sword down as it bedded itself into the dirt, standing at an angle, "Do not bring him up now. I can't tolerate him now, and I don't think he will be able to tolerate me now after... what happened." You would rather not think about that again.

And, of course, you know what The Doctor will say; it wouldn't be the first time. He keeps you close to his lab until you get better, not until he patches you up while giving you a long lecture. Ugh. You can't stand his lectures. As knowledgeable as he is in the medical field, it doesn't help that when you want peace, he can't keep his mouth shut.

Like last time, the last time you hurt yourself was during another spar session, this time with the Captain himself, Capitano. You got too into it, pent-up emotions up to the brim as you swung your weapon a little too hard and fast and accidentally dislocated your shoulder. As uncomfortable as it was, Capitano advised you to get it fixed, against your wishes, as you still wanted to fight. Thus sending you to the lab that is Dottore's. When you walked in, and he saw the damage, even at a glance, he knew; he sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose, as he didn't have his mask on due to what he was working on; he snapped his fingers, echoing across the room, before pointing at the chair beside his main lab desk.

He pushed your arm back into place with a resounding POP, immediately followed by you sounding in agony despite restraining yourself.

"Tut. You know full well not to throw your body weight in a fight unless it is detrimental. You should know that by now." He would say things like that, only more patronizing; at least, that's what it felt like.

"You know to leave him alone and do whatever he wants," Childe mentioned. I've heard that before, you thought. Many times. "Now. Where were we?" he smirked as he picked his weapon up again.

Reaping up your weapon out of the ground began round two.

Those memories came back and took control. What you've been told many times came back and took control. And it wanted to do some damage. Yet, it would only backfire.

CLANG. CLANG. CRASH. PING.

Was the sounds of your blades. Only the PING was when Childe managed to disarm you and accidentally pierced your right upper quadrant. He dropped his weapons once he noticed.

"(Y/N)! Oh my- I genuinely didn't mean to do that-"

"Childe! I'm fine," you said with a shaky voice, speaking through the adrenaline rush that was now coming to a close, the pain slowly yet quickly overtaking your side.

"Let's get you to the lab- and yes, we are going!" he said quickly before you could even think about protesting, "and I don't care what The Doctor thinks; he has to help."

He will.

He must.

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[lucy90712]

Pedri makes reader feel bad after implying all she wants is his money

wc: 1700+

For most of the afternoon I have been cleaning the house and getting things set up as my boyfriend Pedri is having his teammates over for the evening and I don't want the place to look a mess. Pedri and I have been together for coming up to 4 years which is crazy to think about as it feels like just yesterday that I made the at the time crazy decision to move to Barcelona with Pedri so that we could stay together. From that day our relationship has only gotten stronger to the point that I can't even imagine what my life would have been like if I chose not to move here. I truly love Pedri so much he has been with me through everything and we have both supported each other through everything life has thrown our way. 

Its not often that Pedri invites so many of his teammates around but I encouraged him to do it as the team has been doing so well and working so hard that I thought it would be nice for them to get together and have some fun. After suggesting it I told Pedri that I would make other plans for the evening to get out of the way so that they could have a proper boys evening but he insisted that I stay. That is the reason I've been preparing things for most of the afternoon because although I know none of them would really care I wanted to have snacks and drinks ready as thats what I would do with my friends. 

Just as I finished with the last of the snacks the front door opened and Pedri came in with Gavi as he can't drive so Pedri offered to just drive him straight here. Gavi greeted me with a simple hello and a smile and Pedri came over to give me a kiss which made Gavi make gagging noises which made Pedri flip him off. The 3 of us all sat down and started talking until others started to arrive a bit later. Pedri had invited pretty much the entire team which meant there was a lot of people suddenly in our living room so people were sitting on the floor and everyone else was squished onto the sofa. To make things more comfortable Pedri allowed me to sit on his lap which we do all the time but never in front of anyone else so I felt a bit awkward to start with until Pedri grabbed my hand and rubbed it with his thumb to calm me down. 

Once everyone had arrived and settled in we were having so much fun everyone was talking and laughing which made me really happy as I love to see the team getting along so well. I didn't really say much but I was happy to just sit and listen to everyone because I'm not the most outgoing person so just being present in the conversation was fine by me. Everyone seemed to be liking the snacks I'd made too which made me happy as I spent quite a while on them and tried to make things that were healthy but also tasted good. 

"These are so good" Gavi said eating one of the things I made 

"Yeah everything is really nice thanks y/n" Ferran added 

"These must have taken you ages" Gavi said 

"I bet you spent a lot of my money on them too" Pedri said 

Everyone kind of gave him a look once he said that but I tried to brush it off as just a joke and continue the conversation to not make things awkward. Luckily his comment seemed to have been forgotten at least until he started making more comments about money and implying that I'm only with him for his money which is so far from the truth. It hurt to hear him say those things because I didn't know he thought about me like that or believed that I didn't actually love him. The more things he said the more it was starting to bother me so to avoid crying in front of everyone and ruining the evening I excused myself and went to the bedroom to just be on my own. 

When I was finally alone I could no longer stop the tears from falling and once they started they wouldn't stop. It's so hard to believe that Pedri would ever think that I'm only with him for his money I mean we have been together since before he was so successful and I took a big risk to come to Barcelona with him all because I loved him. Pedri does of course make more money than me but I still work hard I'm in my last year of university and have a job which takes up most of my time outside of studying. All the money I earn goes towards either paying for bills or things I need for university but I never take Pedri's money unless he specifically allows me to. Sometimes when we need food he will give me his card to use but I always make sure to find the best deals and then give it back to him right after I get back. 

Pedri is often spoiling me with gifts but I always tell him not to because I don't need any of those things not that I don't appreciate them but I don't need him to spend his money on me to be happy. When he does get me something I will always try to take up extra shifts and get something for him but of course it isn't worth as much because I simply can't afford it but I always try. For birthdays and other holidays I try and get him gifts that have a meaning and show how I feel about him and I can't believe he would just forget about all of that and act like I don't care about him at all. 

Pedri's POV

"Dude whats up with you tonight?" Gavi asked 

"What do you mean nothings wrong" I said 

"The things you're saying about y/n are you guys in a fight or something" he questioned further 

"No we are fine" I replied 

"Well I don't think everything's fine you can't just pretty much say that she is us using you for money and say everything is fine" Ferran pointed out 

"I'm just joking I don't actually think that" I said 

"You might want to tell y/n that I can't imagine it feels good to hear you say those things" Gavi said 

Oh no what have I done. I was just joking around as people always seem to think that y/n is with me for the money even though I know she isn't so I wanted to make a joke out of it. Thinking about it again it probably wasn't the best joke to make as I know she sees what people say and tries her best to show me that she isn't with me for the money. The more I thought about it the worse I felt as I know she works really hard and has never once taken advantage of the fact that I earn quite a lot in fact it's always my decision to spend money to get her nice things like she deserves. 

When y/n left the room I didn't think much of it but now that she's been gone for a while I can't help but feel like I've really upset her. As much as I want to go and find her and apologise for everything I said I can't because there is other people here and she probably wants some time away from me. While sat with everyone else I wasn't at all engaged with the conversation as all I was thinking about was y/n and how I must have made her feel. 

Your POV 

From my spot on the bed I heard the front door shut and then silence which I knew meant everyone had left. Despite that I still didn't move as I didn't want to see Pedri just yet because I've only just stopped crying and I know I look a mess. When the bedroom door opened and Pedri walked in I quickly hid my face so that he wouldn't see my red eyes and may just completely ignore me but of course he didn't. He came and sat down next to me and put an arm around my waist to pull me into his side. I still didn't move but he stayed next to me and tried to get me to move the pillow that was in front of my face. Eventually he succeeded and I looked at him for a second before going to look away again but he stopped me by putting his hands on my cheeks which made me look at him. We looked at each other for moment before his mouth opened and he clearly started to think about what to say. 

"I'm really sorry for what I said earlier" he apologised 

"Do you really believe that I'm like that?" I asked

"Of course not I don't know why I said it I was just joking because I know people say those things about you but I wasn't thinking about how it might come across" he explained 

"I promise I'd never use you for your money I really do love you as soon as I finish uni and get a better job I'll contribute more to everything I just can't afford to right now" I started to ramble even though Pedri already told me he was joking 

"Its ok I know that you love me and I don't need you to contribute anymore you do enough for me in other ways I promise you that it was a joke and I'll never say anything like that ever again" he said 

"Thank you" I said 

Only when we finished talking did he take his hands off my face as instead he put one behind my neck to pull me into a kiss and the other went around my waist to move me closer to him. When we both pulled away from the kiss I moved to lay on top of him and he gently ran his hands through my hair and stroked my skin all while telling me how much he loved me which was nice to hear. 

[eldritch-spouse]

🌼Hello beautiful Pinnie! How are you? I hope you are well!

I read your post about Vesper, and now I have a new obsession! 😳

My horny but virgin brain is full of thoughts of Vesper right now! I get the slight impression that being adored/idolized does something to my brain and then add that to having a lot of pent up desire and you have me completely obsessed.

I'm looking forward to more on Vesper, I was going to order something from Vesper with his queen being a virgin but you must be busy so I'll just interact.☺

Have a nice day beautiful Pinnie! Kisses and hugs!💕💕💕💕💕🌼

[Funny how he's been around for a while but people only locked onto him now.]

Usually, I wouldn't humor this, because the chances of Vesper's match being a virgin by the time he finds them is a tad unrealistic, given how much sexual appetite the reader would need to sport to be his match. But the idea is funny.

For the sake of keeping things controlled until the ceremony, Vesper is only allowed contact with you from a distance. You see, it's impossible to remain a virgin in Vesper's vicinity, the Icon will simply seek to deflower you at any chance he can, it's almost instinctive in him. When Vesper even so much as smells or sees you, he's already stiffening and this close to frothing, fucking you with his eyes because he's unfortunately not even allowed to touch you. All the demon lord can do is make conversation and claw at whatever's next to him. Maybe jerk off, if you don't mind, so he can be coherent for two minutes.

Vesper has done this to himself. He willingly equipped his servants with tools that can keep him down until the ceremony is due, because the incubus knows, deep down, he absolutely will sabotage it for the sake of getting in that sweet, tight fucking pussy.

Although the distance between you may make things awkward, he explains the situation as best as he can, and promises that he'll spend many days glued to you as soon as there's no longer a danger of ruining the traditional union ceremony. Matter of fact, most of his days are spent fucking like a madman so he can get the thought of you off his head and eat himself into a coma- This is a poor decision because it will trigger a heat later, but one fuck up at a time for now.

I assure you that demon will never cum harder than when he gets to deflower you in front of all of Lust and the other Icons. His soul almost leaves his body from sheer euphoria.

[kgyeomiex]

Diamond & Regrets

“Sometimes people leave before we’re done needing them.”

Humiliation is what you’ve experience… You had two options either fight through it or let it go and start over. You did what you thought was best and decided to start over… You were tired of looking like the bad guy because of the decisions you make. For once everything was working in your favor until the past comes back and bit you in the ass. Is there anyway you can ever move on or is there a reason behind this?

*Trying something new and adding gifs throughout the story*

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Part 5

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Your Point of View

To be honest you weren't sure whether telling Jiyong that you spent time with Mino today was important... You two don't hold secrets, but you were afraid that if you were to briefly mention this minor detail it will blow out of proportion.

You looked at him and debated with yourself...

Maybe it's best if you do mention it regardless if it's a big deal or not. It's better if he hears it come out of your mouth than someone else.

"What did you do today?" You asked as Jiyong continued to drive looking directly at the road.

"I have been running back and forth with meetings, I was getting ready to run out of there." Jiyong has been telling you about his intention of possibly coming out with a new solo album but he's still in the process of putting everything together before doing so.

"Have you started to work on any new songs," you ask him. He glanced over at you and smiled.

"Of course, I have 2 new songs written already,"

"When will I be able to hear them," you ask, and he just smiles.

"Soon... Maybe."

you glanced over and noticed the small notebook he keeps for his song lyrics sitting there in front of you. Even though you were beyond curious to see what he's been working on, you were going to wait until he showed you the final product.

"How about you? How was your day? Tell me all about it," there was no way you couldn't mention Mino as part of your day... After all, you did spend time with him.

The last thing you wanted was for him to find out about this information from anyone else.

"Well, I was taking advantage today and used my time to shop. However, I couldn't get much shopping done because before I knew it, I suddenly bumped into Jihoon and Mino, and they asked if I wanted to go out and eat with them. I couldn't be rude, so I went out to eat with them, we went to the bar for a little but now here I am," you said as you stretched over to hold his hand.

He glanced over at you and nodded his head.

"Well, I'm glad that there isn't going to be any awkward tension if I take you to more parties," Jiyong says and you just nod your head.

To be honest this wasn't the reaction you were expecting to come out of Jiyong. For some odd reason, you were kind of hoping he would have been bothered at least a little by the idea of Mino and you hanging out...

The only reason you wished he would have shown a little more of a reaction is because you wanted that reassurance that he likes you... But you know what, maybe it's better he doesn't show that he's bothered. He must trust you and that's all that matters.

"Well, you already know my views on parties," you reminded Jiyong and he smiled.

"I'll change your mind eventually,"

"We will see about that," you said smiling and he smiled in return.

Maybe Jiyong being unbothered about the situation is for the best? Did you want a jealous boyfriend again? Look what happened between Mino and you...

After comforting yourself you suddenly felt relieved that this relationship was different. 

-

After being out the whole day, you were finally back at home. As you walked over to your bedroom, you dropped off your keys on your nightstand. As you were about to remove your coat, you stopped and looked over at the collection of vinyl.

It's weird...

Before you even went to that party, these vinyl’s did not affect you. To be honest you had forgotten that vinyl’s were something Mino and you used to share. But after seeing him buy more... The memory of the two of you going shopping for vinyl began to appear in your head. How the two of you would play your favorite album, lay in bed and talk, laugh, and absorb the music that was playing in the background.

You weren't necessarily missing Mino, but the memories the two of you hold were suddenly revisiting your mind. It's inevitable to prevent yourself from being some type of way.

All that's in the past, it doesn't matter anymore. You were in a whole new relationship... At least you think it's a relationship. Jiyong hasn't technically asked you to be his girlfriend officially...

You shook your head and ignored your thoughts.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and touched your cheek. Instead of overthinking like you usually do, you should probably relax, have a self-care day, and mask it... Yeah, that sounds like a great idea.

-

One thing about you is if you miss breakfast, and you remain the rest of the day hungry, you happen to be one of the crankiest people on this planet. If you don't eat you catch yourself getting ready to fight everyone and everything.

Even though you were running late to head to your office, you didn't care. Right now, the only thing you were worried about is making sure you got your morning coffee and some kind of bagel, a sandwich... SOMETHING.

You walked into your favorite coffee shop and luckily since you have become a regular, one of the workers took one look at you and started to prepare your usual order.

At this point, they should just have your picture on the wall.

You felt your phone vibrate. You pull out your phone from your pocket and there you see your assistant already calling.

Should you pick up the phone? Maybe it's something important?

Just as you were about to answer, you don't know what made you look around the cafe but when you did, you took one look to your right, and you spotted a familiar face.

Maybe if you look away you won't get noticed...

Nope...

You were spotted.

It was Jinhwan. You have no problem with him whatsoever. You just didn't know what to expect anytime you encountered him and that was the only thing that had you worried.

As you tried looking away, from the corner of your eye you noticed him approaching you. You decided to completely ignore your phone call and wait till Jinhwan approached you.

As he caught up, you looked over at him and smiled.

“Hey,”

“I knew it was you. I wasn’t sure for a second” Jinhwan says as he caught up and you smiled.

“I thought the same thing when I saw you.” Lies, you knew it was him.

“Well, I’m glad I ran into you. I wanted to ask you something” You were slightly scared of what his question was going to be, but you nodded your head.

“What’s up?”

He looked over at you and smiled.

"Well, I know this is probably weird for me to ask out of the blue especially since we haven't had an opportunity to catch up... But I am having a birthday party tomorrow night in Octagon. I was going to invite Jiyong but now that you're here I was hoping you can let him know and the both of you come along."

You already weren't much of a party person... But you felt bad to decline such an offer.

"Sounds like a good time... I'll let Jiyong know." Jinhwan smiled.

"Perfect. I hope to see the two of you there," you nodded your head and both exchanged goodbye with one another.

It's amazing how the world works... You went from going MIA to everyone in YG after breaking up with Mino and didn't come across a single soul until you started to date someone else from YG again...

Now you see them left and right... And see them anywhere you go.

-

After the day you had, you came straight home and didn't hesitate to get comfortable quick. You grabbed a pair of sweats, a T-shirt, and your slippers. You threw your hair in a bun and sat down on the couch ready to watch a movie until you decided to go to sleep.

Just as you were slowly dozing off the movie you felt your phone vibrate right next to you. As you grabbed a hold of your phone, without looking you answered the phone.

“Hello,” you mumbled into the phone.

“Did I wake you up beautiful?” You hear Jiyong's voice on the other side of the phone.

“No, I was still awake,” you sat up and decided to wake yourself up.

“Babe,” you know he had something to tell you.

“Yes? What’s up?”

“I have to head over to Tokyo for a photo shoot,” well that’s great. You were planning to ask him about Jinhwan's party but now that he can’t seem to make it… what was the point of telling him?

“That’s short notice,” but you weren’t surprised. Jiyong always had events that would occur at the last minute because of his job.

“I know, they told me I have to catch a flight tonight.”

“How long will you be gone?” You asked him and he sighed.

“I think they said a week,” he was going to leave you for a whole week… wonderful.

You weren’t planning on telling Jiyong about Jinhwan's party but for some reason you felt like you were holding a secret back from him. So, although you had no intentions of saying a thing you decided to tell him anyway.

“Oh… I know it’s pointless to tell you now, but this morning I bumped into Jinhwan. He invited both of us down for his birthday party tomorrow night but since you won’t be in town, I’ll just let him know we can’t go,” you said waiting for Jiyong to respond.

To be honest you were expecting him to agree and the conversation to end from there, but you were wrong.

"Why don't you go?" Jiyong encouraged the idea, and you froze.

It's not like Jinhwan was your ex or anything but Jinhwan is friends with Bobby and there is 99.9% that Bobby was going to be at that party. On top of that, you were pretty sure Mino was going to be there as well.

Although you ended the tension with Mino, you still felt like it would be awkward and weird for you to go to an event where you will be in the same room as your ex and someone you had a situationship with.

“Why would I go?" You were curious to hear what Jiyong was going to say.

"Well, why not? Aren't you friends with Jinhwan?" you were still surprised. I was about to comment on your ex being there and Bobby, but you didn’t bother.

To be fair you weren’t even sure that he even knew about Bobby…

“I mean… you know how I feel at parties.”

“Just got for a little. I feel bad I can’t attend but you can go on both of our behaves” You were speechless to see the support you were receiving coming from Jiyong, but you decided what the heck… what could go wrong?

Mino and you have officially cleared the air and then Bobby and you well… That’s a whole other story.

Eventually, you both began to talk about other things until you ended the convo and caught yourself falling asleep. 

-

There you were standing in front of Octagon with a gift in your hands.

After Jinhwan invited you to his party you were hesitant about coming. But what did you have to lose? You are all civilized adults who can come together as one and be around one another without wanting to kill each other...

Plus, everything that happened was in the past. You were fortunate enough to clear the air with Mino but not so much with Bobby.

Who knows if Bobby has any hatred toward you... It appears to be only one way because on your end you didn't hate the guy. What happened and there was not a thing you could do about it.

You took a deep breath and walked in.

Neon lights were flashing left and right from all sorts of directions. The music was loud enough to hear the bass go off. You saw many different faces hoping to spot someone you knew.

Just with your luck the first person you happened to spot was Mino at the bar.

You were hoping to find Jihwan, but it was hard when there were people all around... Maybe you should approach Mino and have him help you find Jinhwan.

You slowly made your way to the bar.

As you approached Mino you noticed that he was in the middle of a conversation with one of his members. You were planning to walk off and look for Jinhwan yourself but as you were getting closer, they both stopped talking.

Mino's back was facing you so the person talking to him could see you approaching. As you were there and close to the two his friends looked at you and then at Mino.

"It appears that you have a guest,"

"Guest?" Mino says extremely confused, he looked over his shoulder and you were awkwardly standing there feeling bad for interfering with the conversation.

"Y/N, hey," he stood up from his seat and smiled as he saw you right in front of him.

"Hey, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," you blurted out and Mino's bandmate Lee Seung-soon shook his head.

"No, not at all! Y/N, right?" He asked and you nodded your head.

This isn't the first time you're meeting Mino's bandmate. When the two of you were exclusive at one point, you met them a few times but never really had much of a conversation with their hectic schedule. It was more like hi and bye and that was about it.

"Yes, I'm surprised you remember," to be honest you were expecting to have to reintroduce yourself to his friends, but it seemed like they remembered exactly who you were.

"Of course! After all, Mino wouldn't shut up about you," after that go blurted out, you glanced over at Mino and noticed his eyes widened at the sudden confession that way.

Mino wouldn't shut up about you? Is this recent or was this when you broke up?

You were becoming slightly curious, but you could see just from Mino's facial expression how uncomfortable he was starting to become. To avoid creating an awkward environment in today's party you just smiled and looked at Lee Seung-soon.

"It's a pleasure to see you again," Mino noticed how you didn't ask any further questions and seemed relieved.

If this was the old you, then you probably would have asked him questions or made remarks to get an answer but that's all in the past. You're with Jiyong and that's all that matters.

"Where is Jiyong?" Mino asks you and you look over at him.

"He had to travel for work, but I am here on behalf of both Jiyong and I... By the way, have you seen Jinhwan? I want to give him his gift," you said as you lifted your gift bag and he looked at the bag and then looked around.

"I did see him, but then he disappeared."

You took one look to your right and there you see Bobby and Jinhwan talking to one another.

"There is the birthday boy, I'll see you around," you told Mino, and he nodded his head and you approached Jinhwan and Bobby.

You watched the two talk to one another as you approached them.

At least as you walked up to them, they stopped talking and immediately noticed your presence.

"Y/N! You made it. Jiyong texted me telling me he wasn't going to make it and I was afraid you were going to bail on me," Jinhwan says smiling from ear to ear and you shook your head.

Even though you were hesitant to come to the party in the first place, you still decided to come because, at the end of the day, Jinhwan was never rude to you in any way. He always managed to make you feel welcome and included.

"I had to make an appearance even if it's for a little. Which by the way before I forget. . . "You lifted your hand and showed him his present in your hands, "Happy birthday."

You handed him his present and he smiled.

"You didn't have to!"

"But I wanted to, it's the least thing I can do after all you invited me here," you said and then looked over at Bobby who had his eyes on you.

"Hey, Bobby,"

"Hey Y/N," for some reason there was still awkward tension between the two of you and you were hoping that this tension would clear up sooner or later.

"Well since it's my birthday, you have no choice but to take a drink with me," Jinhwan says, and you hesitated a bit.

You weren't much of a drinker, if anything you tend to get nice easily, but one drink won't hurt anyone.

"Just one drink,"

Jinhwan nodded and you followed both Jinhwan and Bobby to the bar.

-

What ends up being one drink leads to a few more than you anticipated. After allowing the drinks to help you loosen up and allow you to forget all your problems you were genuinely enjoying yourself.

You ended up meeting new people and before you knew it you happened to make new friends and were out on the dance floor dancing to each song that came out.

"Do you want another drink?" Hyeryeon asks you and you shake your head.

"If I take another drink, who knows what I am capable of doing," you weren't in your five senses, however you were still in a sense aware of what you were doing.

"Aw come on just one drink," Subin insisted but you decline the drink.

"What I need is water,"

You excused yourself from the girls and walked over to the bar hoping to get a cup of water to sober you up.

"Excuse me," you tried to get the bartender's attention, but it was crowded by the bar, and it was hard to get service. Awesome.

"Y/N," You looked to your left and noticed Mino right next to you.

This man has been popping up out of nowhere.

"Mino, how are you enjoying yourself?" You asked him and he shrugged.

"Can't complain, but I am not having as much fun as you are," He commented, and you smiled.

"It's nice to loosen up for a change. Sometimes I feel like I feel too uptight and care about what people think...." you realized you were starting to blab a lot more than you probably should.

"I can tell. Coming back for another drink?" Mino asked and I shook my head.

"Well, more like a drink of water. I better sober up or who knows what I am capable of doing," as you said that Mino's eyebrows arched.

"What do you mean?"

The both of you suddenly started to look at one another and for some reason, you caught yourself looking at his lips. Mino's lips were always soft... Now that he has a lip piercing... you were curious how that must feel when kissing him.

You looked back up to his eyes and shook your head and snapped out of thoughts.

"Ooo Nothing... Just ignore me,"

You were pretty sure Mino caught on to what you meant however instead of questioning you he just smiles.

Ah, he is still cute…

You knew that this was alcohol-speaking. You wouldn’t be thinking this way if you were sober or even if you were with Jiyong.

“Ima head to the bathroom,”

You told Mino and he nodded his head.

You walked over to where the bathroom was and pulled out your phone. Maybe if you hear Jiyong's voice you can ignore this random temptation you have to kiss Mino.

As you approached the bathroom doors, you stepped to the side, leaned against the wall, and began to look through your contacts. Without thinking twice, you clicked on Jiyong's name and began to call him.

The phone began to ring.

One ring…

Another…

And then at last you heard his voice.

“Mmm hello?” He sounded like he just woke up… shit.

“Oh! Were you sleeping?” You blurred out.

“I was, but that’s okay. What’s up?”

You now felt bad for selfishly calling him.

“Oh, nothing… I just missed you and wanted to hear your voice… but it’s okay you should go back to sleep,” you tried to rush the call, but Jiyong stopped you.

“You’re fine, I don’t mind ever being woken up by you.” Jiyong always knew what to say.

“Don’t say that you’re going to make me miss you more,” you pouted, and you can hear him chuckle on the other side of the phone.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be back home in no time.”

You felt so much better hearing that.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to sleep, talk to you tomorrow?”

“Of course, I’ll call you when I wake up,” the both of you exchanged byes and you hung up.

Okay… you have Jiyong.

What you two have is exactly what you need.

As you got off the wall you were about to walk away until you noticed someone leaving the bathroom and you saw Bobby.

You two meet again.

“Y/N,”

“Bobby”

You could walk away… cross that you should be walking away but you were feeling bold. You walked up to Bobby and looked at him.

“Can I ask you something?” You told Bobby and he nodded his head.

“Do you hate me?”

Wow, you could have asked him anything and the first question that popped into your head was that? Get A GRIP.

“Why do you ask that?” Bobby even seemed surprised by the sudden question.

“I don’t know. I just feel this unnecessary tension between the two of us every time we are in the same room. I know you and I didn’t leave in the greatest terms … and things happen for a reason, but I just feel like maybe you and I should clear the air.” Right now, was not the time to have a conversation like this but it felt like it…

“I mean I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I tried to talk to you before and you walked away.”

“Maybe I am afraid of hearing what you have to tell me,”

Without thinking twice, you blurted that out and your eyes widened.

“I thought you didn’t care what I had to tell you,” Bobby was suddenly confused by your sudden words.

STOP TALKING, you thought to yourself.

“You know what… you’re right. I should probably go.” you were about to walk away but you suddenly hear Bobby begin to speak again.

"Can I be honest with you,"

You looked at Bobby.

"I would be lying if I were to say I didn't miss having you around. . . I mean I know I screwed up in the past and that's my mistake, but I was hoping we could move past that. I know you are with Jiyong and because of this, I know I will be seeing you around a lot more. I was hoping maybe you and I can be friends. . . What we should have been from the very beginning," you were surprised to hear this come out of Bobby's mouth.

After the incident with both Mino and Bobby, you were upset for some time but eventually, you got over the whole situation when you decided to clean up your act and focus on yourself. Fortunately for you throughout your journey, you met Jiyong and have been good since.

You didn't think about Mino and Bobby since you saw them again but now looking at the scenario you wonder if the universe put all three of you in the same room again to fix the relationship between them and you.

They probably aren't supposed to be in your life romantically but maybe they have another purpose.

"Being friends sound good to me," you told him, and believe it or not Bobby finally smiled at you.

It's been a while since you have seen him grin the way he did.

"Now that we have officially cleared the air, how about we go get a drink for old time take,"

You told yourself you were going to stop drinking for the night but one more drink won't hurt. . . right?

"Let's go,"

-

You had no intentions of drinking anymore but for some reason when Bobby happened to mention getting a drink you couldn't seem to say no. Instead, it sounded like a great idea, and you went with the flow.

The two of you ended up leaving Jinhwan's party without anyone around you being aware and found yourself in a bar nearby instead.

Bobby handed you your drink and you smiled.

"Don't you think Jinhwan will notice that we are gone?" You asked Bobby and he shook his head.

"I highly doubt it, if we are being honest, I overheard some of the boys say that they were on a mission to get Jinhwan drunk... So, if they succeed, he won't even remember what happens tonight,"

Aw, poor Jinhwan. You giggled and got a hold of your drink.

"Shouldn't one of us be sober to make sure we get home safely?" you asked Bobby before taking a sip and he shrugs.

"I mean we should but what's the fun in that?"

Bobby grabbed his drink and he looked at you.

The both of you cheered and then took a sip of your drink.

-

*Bzz Bzz*

You felt the vibration of your phone right by your head. Instead of opening your eyes you stretched out your hand and began to feel around hoping to get a hold of your phone. However, the more you stretched out your hand you felt a body next to you instead.

Jiyong is back?

You opened your eyes, looked up, and automatically realized you weren't home. . .

You looked to your right, and you saw Bobby sound asleep...

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED

-

To be continued. . .

[eeveefoxling]

One of the things shows and movies don't show you is just how awkward it feels to walk around with a flashlight, food, and water calling out for a missing animal. Like the anxiety of not only finding them but also other people just seeing you walk around and shining a flashlight everywhere.

Day two of the search for Dawn. No spottings on the trail cameras, not that I'm surprised, they didn't pick her up yesterday when she stood right in front of them eating. There was a sighting down the road at 8am, by the time I had gotten there she wasn't there anymore and we couldn't hear her. I spent an hour calling out and checking the traps and food bowls nearby, nothing.

I was hopeful since yesterday she was in the backyard but got scared off by a race, but even after that she was heard or seen by multiple neighbors. I worry about her being out there alone, she doesn't know her name, she doesn't really like people, when we got her it was because her mom was hit by a car on our street. Its a busy road and we also have a lot of forest nearby. I worry she might see the same fate as her mom or get taken by the natural predators we have in the woods.

I searched off and on most of today in the forest, on a few different streets. I just finished for tonight its almost 9pm, I didn't want to stop looking but its dark, I'm sunburnt, and I'm exhausted. I hope that since she hasn't been seen or heard most of today and she hasn't been to any food bowls that she got lucky and someone that doesn't know I'm looking for her found her and took her home.

I'm glad I live in a place where most of my neighbors are friendly and have helped keep an eye and ear out or don't mind me leaving food and water bowls in their backyards and searching in them. I just hope Dawn is safe and alive.

Its very awkward to be searching and see someone walk up and ask what I'm doing, or to see people and worry that they're gonna overhear, as if they'll be unhappy that they overheard someone searching for a lost cat. Its awkward explaining to people that I'm walking around with a bag of food, bottle of water, and a flashlight because I'm looking for a lost kitten. Also because Dawn is fully grey they ask what she looks like and the description is “Very small, medium length gray fur, yellow eyes”.

I hope she comes back soon, someone finds her soon, or someone has found her and took her home. If the last one is the case I’ll miss her but I hope she gets a good life. I just wish I had worked on trying to trap her more or teach her what her name was at least. She might've been a cat I was trying to catch but she never disappeared for long, especially since her mom was hit she stuck around under the porch a lot more.

I might be wasting my energy on a cat I don't even own, but I'm doing it because I was already trying to catch her and get her a good home. The outside is dangerous for cats, and if she isn't fixed she could continue the cycle, plus cats are an invasive species technically so its better to catch her and give her the life of an indoor cat or an indoor cat with a catio then let her outside where she faces all different risks and poses a risk to wildlife.

I hope Dawn is safe.

[pastorfutureletthembe]

For a moment, I thought this was about the actual Photo Studio's work. Which we need to talk about more.

It's been obvious to me that Lu Guang is literally the face of their business and that's why Cheng Xiaoshi is so adamant to promote him as such. Although he is not clumsy, he has no skill and seemingly no interest in much. Granted, they don't have many clients coming there for photos, but he has never been seen in the dark room for instance. Twelve hours of diving, you would think he would make some work done but he mostly sits on the couch of the sunroom haha.

Lu Guang spends his days sleeping, eating, and cleaning the shop.

He could be a housewife if it wasn't so clear that Cheng Xiaoshi bears most of the mental load in this house (only regarding their daily life, because we all know time travel stuff takes a toll on Lu Guang). For all his wisdom, he never gave advice on how to handle the shop and I'm pretty sure he doesn't do their taxes. It doesn't seem like he often goes grocery shopping since they eat noodles and take outs almost everyday. In fact, Lu Guang is barely seen outside alone. It is canon that Cheng Xiaoshi knows how to cook but he's either too lazy or broke to do it. Lu Guang just doesn't do much to be fair.

Color me surprised regarding all almighty LCLA!Lu Guang, waking up early to run the Photo Studio, greeting customers, looking for customers, paying for food and customs fees at the airport, cooking actual tasty meat, painting, putting together an actual city guide, and being good with kids.

Cheng Xiaoshi: you have no idea how to run a house.

Well, he isn't wrong. But also, LCLA!Lu Guang doesn't have to try since he apparently has money, beauty and natural talent. It makes me so mad for no reasons lmao.

Cheng Xiaoshi's parents are a topic which got dropped very early on and I don't remember the shop being stated as the only remaining bond he has with them in the live action. Cheng Xiaoshi has no purpose in this shop. Sadly, it shows. He doesn't open at business hours, he is bored with identity pictures, he has no customer service skills. His general laziness and lack of discipline in this department is the only thing I won't forgive to be honest.

In comparison, Donghua!Cheng Xiaoshi is a hardworking guy who seems to have a genuine interest in photography since he supposedly had a project around photos in high school with Lu Guang and Qiao Ling and spent energy and money on restoring the shop before Lu Guang even came into the picture.

He made a website for their shop and is constantly looking for new content to attract customers. The livestream was obviously his idea even though he is awkward in front of the camera. However, the fact he bows three times for the viewers at the end of it is proof that he takes this business very seriously and is grateful for what he gets. He has this tendency in all aspects of his life though: always 300% in. I think that's what Lu Guang loves about him.

Lu Guang: he's genuine/naive.

The dedication with which he does everything is so attractive to be honest. More than that, his survival actually depends on it. He owes loads of money to his landlady, he has to pay supplies and bills, he needs to eat.

People see his obsession with food in dives as a funny joke but did you see how they live? He won't normally get this homemade food because it's pricey. When Qiao Ling steals a bowl of noodles, they could have just made a new one but they probably didn't. And that was the most cooking we ever saw them do on screen.

(And this episode was all about food being a love language too, dont touch me-)

Plus, Cheng Xiaoshi wants his parents to come back to a lovely house with a good business. He works his ass off for this reason. All the money he gets goes into this place. It is his life-work and without it, he probably has nothing left.

So yeah.

Lu Guang does nothing to deserve his bed and food in this house lmao. He's actually a pet. 😂👌💸

I always thought Qiao Ling was so harsh on Cheng Xiaoshi whenever she claimed that Lu Guang does most of the work. I now realise that she just made this assumption because all this time she never knew how the boys conducted their work. Also wonders why Cheng Xiaoshi never stood up for himself and realise that he can’t explain his contributions to the business without revealing the methods he and Lu use to gain the information they need.

[smoooothoperator]

Fake It Till You Make It

August: If Walls Could Talk

Driver! Pierre Gasly x Actress! OC (Annelise Flinch)

Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers

Summary: follow Pierre and Annelise on their first month together, being seen on public, fighting fears and supporting each other on their work.

Words: 4.2k

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a/n: hi! welcome again! And wow, I never imagined that this would receive as much feedback as it had. That makes me really really happy! Keep going❤️❤️❤️

The first days together were awkward. The morning after they kissed they bumped into each other on the kitchen, just after he went to take a glass of water and she went to make the breakfast.

"Oh, eh..." he frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was thinking about going for a walk, do you want to join me?"

She looked at him, drying his wet lips after drinking with the back of his hand, and smiled.

"And be that type of couple that can't be away from the other?" she chuckled looking at him.

"I mean, we're supposed to be in love" he said shrugging his shoulders. "So yeah, that's what couples do, right?"

He remembered his previous partner. No one knows why they broke up and they don't want to say it. The reason? He wants to keep her safe. They didn't even say they stopped dating, just they stopped the interactions on social media until there was nothing about them.

"Then maybe we should have breakfast out" she said, hitting the slices of bread back on the bag. "Maybe I can have a cappuccino? Or is it too late?"

"If we keep talking it will be late" he chuckled looking and the watch on his left wrist.

They spent the morning and nearly all day walking around the city. Eating things while walking and talking, buying things, taking pictures.

"Can we go to the cathedral?" she smiled squeezing his hand to get his attention.

There were people around, some of them recognized her, others him. But some of the girls that saw her started to talk, pointing at her and laughing.

"I heard that she slept with Harry Styles during the filming"

"Really? What I read was that she made everything to make Harry and Olivia fight"

"I read that too! But you know that some of the roles she had was because she slept with the director or producer?"

"Yeah, make sense. Her acting is not worthy of all those shows and movies..."

Pierre heard everything that group was saying, making him frown and look down at Annelise.

"Ignore them" she sighed. "Come on, let's make a selfie"

"No" he said, letting go her hand and walking towards the group of girls. "Hi, can you take a picture of me and my girlfriend?"

Annelise looked at him with wide eyes, covering her big smile with her hand. She saw how one the girls blushed, grabbing Pierre's phone and talking between them when he walked back towards her.

"You didn't have to do that" she sighed looking up at him, and when he wrapped her waist with his arms and pressed his lips on hers, she just sighed kissing him back.

The girls gasped and took some pictures, and the moment Pierre walked back to get his phone, they just apologized making multiple bows like if they were Asians.

"I had to let people know you are mine, right?" Pierre sighed wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Even if it's fake. We are together to solve our problems. And it's not fair what they said about you, not a thing"

She looked up at him surprised. Just how he acted with her after that, how he held her close, played with her hair, even kissed her. It was unreal, like if she was filming a movie.

But the only difference was that none of those things were on a script, rehearsed and approved by someone. This was all improvised and real.

The moment they arrived to his apartment she went to her room, sat on the bed and looked at the wall quiet.

"Okay, Annelise" she frowned looking at the mirror she had in front of her. "You better do the best act of your life, think that you will get an Oscar with this. You better not doubt any second because of someone sees that you are not following his intentions they will suspect. And you don't want that, right?" she frowned, brushing the root of her hair with her fingers. "God, why the hell they had to put me with someone like him! It will be hard to not catch feelings!"

She started to think again about the kiss. How his lips fitted perfectly on hers, how he held her cheeks. She had to stand on her tip toes because of the high difference, and she found that cute. And then her thought went to the make out session from the previous night.

"Oh god!" she blushed remembering when she felt something hard under her, how she went to bed with a wet stop between her legs.

It was a hot day. She woke up sweating, the blankets were wet because of the sweat and her hair was glued to her nape. And what she hated the most: she smells terrible.

"God damn it" she groaned, getting up from the bed and wrapping the silk robe around her body, opening the window and breathing in deeply. But it's worse, the air is hot, heavy.

She groaned and got out of the room, walking to the kitchen to grab water and but ice on it, and of course wrapping an ice cube on a towel and rubbing it on her nape.

"Morning" Pierre yawned walking inside the kitchen, topless of course. "Did you brought a bikini?"

"What? Why?" she frowned looking at him, how the sweat made his skin shine. "You perv!"

"Hey, no! I was thinking about going to the Como Lake" he laughed splashing water on her face. "It's so freaking hot today and I have a small boat".

She looked at him and swallowed thickly. The lake means water, and boat means being in the water. Something she hates.

"Hey, it's safe" he said holding her hand softly. "I promise is safe. And if you don't want to be in the boat we can be on land safe, hm?"

"Promise me you won't make me get in the water" she whispered, somehow feeling her chest warm after noticing how he remembers her fear to water.

"I'll only make your skin be more tanned" he smiled winking at her, kissing her forehead. "So? You have a bikini? Or you want me to go with you to buy one?"

"Eh... Yeah, I'll need some" she blushed. "But yeah, I'll need to take a shower before go shopping".

"Why don't we shower together?" he smirked, making her hit his arm and shake her head. "What? We can save water! Save the world!"

"Idiot" she laughed walking away. But deep inside her she knows she wants to share a shower with him.

After taking that shower she got ready while Pierre got showered, making breakfast for both of them and got dressed. Buy a bikini will mean him looking at her half naked body. And it's not like if that makes her uncomfortable, after all he's like a friend that can kiss on public because of work. It's because of the sexual tension between them that was too obvious since the moment they made out of the couch.

"Are you ready?" Pierre asked her when she walked out of the room.

He got things for the day on a bag, like some towels and sunscreen. The drinks and food will be bought once they arrive to the village.

They walked to the stores, searching for a bikini shop, and when they found one Pierre was the first to walk inside of it.

"Hey, why you don't try this navy blue one?" he smiled showing her the bikini. Just the sabe color of his Formula 1 car.

"Okay" she frowned looking at him, how excited he was just because of a bikini.

When she walked out of the dressing room to show him she was surprised to find him looking at her the way he was doing it. It wasn't lust, neither desire. He was looking at her the way a dog would see its owner, when you receive the best news ever. He was looking at her with a gaze so sweet and with love that made her stomach feel full of butterflies.

"That's it" he nodded. "I'll ask if you can keep it on, so we can go straight to Como"

She blushed and nod, walking back to the dressing room and putting the summer dress on top of the bikini, looking at the underwear she was wearing.

"What the hell I'll do with this?" she frowned. "Pierre! I need a bag!" she said still on the dressing room. He won't see her wet underwear.

He frowned and smile nodding, asking the cashier for a small bag and then walking towards Annelise to give it to her, eyeing another bikini and grabbing it, paying for it with the one she was wearing.

After that, and a small argument about him paying the bikini and grabbing another, a kiss to make up and red cheeks for blushing, they walked back to Pierre's apartment building, getting inside the car. It was a two hours trip to the village, and when they arrived to a small store to buy drinks and food, they walked with the bags to the lake, making her gasp and look around.

"Are we in Naboo?" she chuckled recognizing some spots she saw before on the big screen.

"Actually, yes" he chuckled looking at her, remembering when she told him that Star Wars is one of her favorite movies. "Come on, let's go"

She blushed softly when he grabbed their bags with one hand and then her hand with the other, rubbing softly the skin of her knuckles while walking to the harbour, knowing she will be nervous.

"Where are we going?" she asked looking at him, not noticing they were getting closer and closer to the stairs that went to the small harbour where is boat is. And when she noticed she stopped walking.

Water. Deep water. An infinite fall. Drowning, chocking.

"Hey, hey" he smiled turning around and holding both of her hands, letting the bags fall to the ground. "Do you trust me?"

Annelise looked up at him, his blue eyes looking at her. Only her. No one else. She sighed and nod, letting him guide her to the boat, getting on it first and then helping her grabbing her wrist.

"Sit here, okay?" he said patting the chair next to the wheel, holding her hand all the time.

"Yeah" she whispered, swallowing thickly and flinching when the boat started to move on the water. "Slower please. Please"

He nodded and looked down at her, leaning slowly at her and kissing her head while he slowed down the boat. The entire day was scary for her, being surrounded by tons and tons of water. But she was with him. She was with him all the time, looking how he relaxed on the water while she sat at the edge of the boat moving her legs on the water, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin.

It was like if they weren't a fake couple. They had fun, like friends that could kiss each other "just in case some fans were around taking pictures of them".

"See? It's not that bad" Pierre smiled looking up at her while she sat there. "I promise you that one day you will get over this fear, okay?"

She looked at him, biting her lips. She afraid, but his reassuring words made her believe him.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON PREMIERE. 21/8

She woke up quickly, hearing him walking around the hotel suite. After nearly two weeks of living together, she got used to see him the first thing in the morning, even if they slept in different beds.

"Morning" she yawned rubbing her eyes while walking inside the livingroom, breathing in the scent of pancakes. He didn't respond, so she walked towards him and dared herself to wrap her arms around his naked torso, resting her cheek on his back. He jumped at that touch making her giggle.

"Mon Dieu!" he exclaimed taking off the AirPods from his ears. "You scared the shit out of me"

She laughed and unwrapped her arms around him, sitting up on the chair next to him, grabbing one of the AirPods and putting it on her right ear.

"So, are you ready for tonight?" he asked her with a side smile.

"Yeah" she smiled looking at him.

The last two weeks they improved a lot, spending time together and getting to know each other. And no, that didn't include sleeping with each and discovering their bodies –even if that's what they hope to do once they go to their separated rooms.

The sexual tension is there, having to release it at night on their own separate beds, imagining their touch, their noises.

"My make up artist will arrive here around five" she said grabbing a raspberry and eating it. "You bought the suit?"

"I have a suit Alpha Tauri gave me for the event" he smiled at her. "Alpha Tauri Fashion, yeah"

"Nice" she smiled grabbing a strawberry and feeding him, biting her lip when he ate it, his lips touching the tip of her fingers. "Have you ever been on a premiere?"

"I went to a movie festival some years ago, is the same?" he asked making her chuckle.

"Yeah, kinda" she laughed. "You just have to be with me and smile. I'll do the rest, just follow me"

When her make up artist arrived, he made sure to take pictures of her, just to do their work: hint they are dating. When he was getting dressed, she took pictures of him –and not going to lie, to see his muscular back and abs.

"For sure you do look like someone of Game Of Thrones" Pierre smirked looking at her fully dressed.

"You know that in less than an hour we are going to announce officially our relationship, right?" she asked looking up at him, licking her lips.

"I am. Yes" he nodded, leaning in her to peck her lips, something she recently loved him to do.

They got inside the rented car, preparing their own minds to what is about to come. Fans screaming crazy, pictures, them officially together.

Once the car stopped at the door of the building where the event is she took a deep breath, waiting for Pierre to open the door so they could get out.

And that's when people started to scream: when Pierre Gasly got out of the car and Annelise Flinch followed him, her looking up at him with a love gaze –all rehearsed–, and him wrapping his arm around her waist. And when they kissed? Everyone had a heart attack.

He was like a small kid on a zoo. There were many things related to the show: a room with the heat of a dragon, the Iron Throne, dragon eggs. It was like if he was on the show.

When she had to go to the stage with her co-stars, be took pictures of her, placing the jacket of his suit on the free seat next to his reserves for Annelise. He adored her, smiling until his cheeks hurt while hearing her talk about the show.

"Oh god" Pierre gasped many times during the projections of the first two episodes, making Annelise chuckle and look up at him. "You are the Targaryen?!"

"Surprise" she smiled looking at him. "Come on, I'm on the poster! You really didn't recognized me?"

"If you dye your hair like Rhaenyra I will" he laughed kissing her temple.

They spent the evening together, talking with her coworkers, eating as much food as they could, taking pictures. He even took a picture on the Iron Throne and next to the head of the dragon.

Once they were back in the hotel after the party, both of them where on his bed, laying down with their phones on their hands, commenting the pictures they took and laughing.

"Oh, hey, look" Pierre smiled showing her some articles and posts he found where they were tagged.

'The actress and the driver, love in the air?'

'The Dragon and the Bull, newest couple'

'Pierre Gasly is taken, meet his new girlfriend'

"This is a well deserved make out session" Pierre smirked looking at the screen of his phone, laying on it with his head on her lap.

"Keep it in your pants, Gasly" she laughed patting his forehead. "I'm going to bed, my head is going to explode soon".

That night they went to bed thinking about the other. Again.

BELGIUM. SPA. 25/8

He was nervous. So nervous. It's the first time he goes to a race with her. Actually, it's the first time he brings someone to Spa after Anthoine.

"Hey, I'm here" she smiled looking at him placing a hand on his arm. "Look, why don't we go first to a flower shop, why some beautiful flowers and then we can go to the track, hm? How does it sound to you?"

"Great" he smiled at her.

After the gala they spent a lot of days together. He told her all about Anthoine, about how he was and what he liked. They even saw old races where Pierre and him were together. She liked this side of Pierre, the sensible and soft Pierre that needs to hold her close while he talks about his best friend.

At this point she will catch feelings for him.

"Why don't you get white lily?" she said smiling, looking around and smelling all the flowers that were near them. "I'm sure he will love it. Plus, they smell amazing".

He looked at her and smile, looking for the florist to ask her for a bouquet of those flowers Annelise told him to buy. "Will you come with me to place the flowers on the turn?" he asked her, surprising himself the second after saying the last word.

"Pierre" she smiled placing a hand on his arm, the one that holds the flowers. "He's your friend, not mine. And I don't say it as a bad thing. Go there, talk with him. But only you".

He looked at her and sigh, walking with her to the rented car and getting inside of it. He feels nervous, anxious, like throwing up. This race is hard for him and the fact that this is the first time he brought someone with him is making it harder. Will he have to act like he's hurt, sad? Will he have to lean on her all the time searching for comfort? They said cameras will be around him, around her.

"I can hear your thoughts" she said looking at him, making him let go a long sigh.

"It's just... This is the first time someone comes with me to Spa after the accident" he sighed rubbing his beard. "And the fact that our managers are taking advantage of me because all the media is focused on me during this week... It pisses me off".

"I know, Pierre" she said placing her hand on his thigh. "But think about me as someone you can ask for free hugs when you feel down during this days"

When they arrived to the parking lot of the track he was the first to get out of the car while she grabbed the flowers he left on her lap. There were many photographers near that captured the moment she hugged the flowers smelling then with a smile, and how Pierre looked at her doing that small gesture.

He grabbed her hand, the one that wasn't wrapping the flowers, and walked with her inside the paddock. She had a big –not very fake– smile on her lips the moment she grabbed the card and scanned it on the ID Scanner, showing there a picture of her and a green check that let her walk in.

"I must confess that I'm extremely excited to be on a Formula 1 paddock" she said looking up at him, making him rise up his eyebrows surprised.

"Really? Why?" Pierre asked with a soft smile, surprised by her words.

"When I was little I was fan of Lightning McQueen, and well, I have always wanted to come to a race" she explained. "But because of my schedule I had to reject the invitations for some races... But now I'm here!"

"Yeah" he smiled, feeling something warm on his chest after hearing her excited voice.

When they walked inside the Alpha Tauri/Red Bull hospitality, many people were surprised to see her. Even if their fake relationship was announced two weeks ago, it was a surprise to see a girl with Pierre on that place, on Spa.

"Annelise, I want to introduce you to Yuki" he said holding her hand and walking towards the Japanese man, that welcomed him with a big smile.

"Oh, is so nice to meet you" she smiled making a bow to him, that definitely surprised him. "Pierre talked a lot about you".

"Did he?" he said surprised looking at his teammate. "Well, is nice to meet you too".

After that introduction they went to his room, leaving their things there and staying calm for some seconds.

"I have to get changed" he said looking at her. That means he has to get undressed while she's inside the room.

"Ah... Oh! Yeah, eh... I'll turn around" she mumbled placing her hands on her eyes, closing them.

"You already saw me without a shirt, silly" he laughed. "All mornings"

"Without a shirt okay, but only on boxers? No" she said nervous. She wants to turn around and see him, drink the view on her fake boyfriend naked in front of her. Is he using those Calvin Klein boxers she saw when she helped him with the laundry?

"I'll only take off my shirt, Lis" he chuckled, making her heart jumo after hearing the nickname. "Okay, done"

She was blushing when her hands left her eyes and she had to took a deep breath to not get her cheeks more red than they already were.

"Come here" she sighed, taking some steps towards him but he went to the couch, sitting on it.

"I'm taller than you" he laughed looking at her confused face.

"Oh, right" she smiled and walked to him, standing between his open legs and fixing his hair, brushing it with her fingers making him close his eyes.

But that didn't last long since someone knocked on the door, making her jump a step back. He took that knock as the signal of getting out and go for the track walk.

Pierre sighed and looked at the white flowers that were laying on the table, making her look at it too and smile weakly.

"Hey" she said cupping his cheek. "It will be okay, yeah? I'll be here if you need me, reading a script and working"

Of course he will need her. As soon as he stepped on the track be already felt anxious, holding tightly the flowers. He saw Charles with another flower bouquet on the paddock walking to his own motorhome, not the same as him but with white flowers too.

"Hey" Charles smiled weakly at him, patting his back. "I saw you with Annelise Flinch. Is it true?"

"That we are dating?" Pierre asked frowning. "No. We are fake dating, that is something completely different. Our managers had the great idea"

"Well, I have to say that you two looked like a real couple" he smiled.

"That's because she's an actress... A good one" he said. His crush of years ago is dating him, living on the same house as him, sharing things. Is a dream come true. But is all fake. And he started to like her every day more.

When he arrived to the spot he sighed, looking back at his engineers and walking away from them. He kneeled in front of the wall, ignoring all the photographers taking pictures of the moment he placed the flowers.

"I miss you, Tonio" he sighed closing his eyes, looking at the sky that started to get a little blurry thanks to the tears.

Is he proud of him? Or maybe disappointed of everything he did lately? Sleeping with many girls, not being under control, having bad performances... That's always on his mind. He's scared of disappoint his guardian angel.

When he walked back to he hospitality after nearly two hours of walk, making sure he had everything he needed to make the practices the next day, he was exhausted. And when he saw her on his couch with her laptop on her lap, looking for what it seems a TV show, he sighed.

"Hey" she looked up stopping what she was watching. "How it went?"

"Like every year" he sighed walking towards the couch and sitting on it, taking her laptop off of her lap and laying on top of her, wrapping his arms around her. "The same thing all years. Photographers there, taking pictures of me. Not letting me have a minute of silence and peace to think"

She was surprised by his move, placing her hands slowly on his shoulders and wrapping them with her arms, rubbing his back. Moments like this make her heart beat fast, making her fall for him harder.

The moment they told her about fake dating she never imagined that she would actually fall for her fake boyfriend.

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[mypoisonedvine]

the martyrdom of st. valentine (and other romantic stories) || dark!Bucky & dark!(stepbrother?)Steve x reader

summary: you wanted to surprise your boyfriend on valentine's day, but he and your foster brother have a surprise of their own.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (heavy dubcon to the point of pretty much noncon), kinda stepcest (as per summary, steve is the reader's foster brother), bondage, a lil touch of degradation

2/14 to-do list

get waxed

get Steve out of the apartment

pick up chocolate-covered strawberries from bakery on 6th

blindfold and handcuff myself to the bed

be waiting for Bucky naked when he gets here

You sighed as you looked down at the paper, crossing the first and third items off the list. The second was going to be a bit harder, unfortunately; your foster brother had a habit of hanging around and cramping your style as much as he could manage. He felt like a real brother in that way… okay, maybe he felt like a real brother in most ways, a consequence of knowing him for most of your life, but he was definitely not your real brother. You remembered that each time you caught yourself staring too long when he was shirtless, or returning from the gym all veiny and glistening with sweat.

But you also remembered that he was still the closest thing to a real brother you'd ever had, and you scolded yourself internally for ever acting differently.

It didn’t matter now— you had Bucky, and he was the most amazing guy you’d ever met.  No, Steve was definitely not happy that introducing his best friend to his sister led to a relationship forming, but he couldn’t stop either of you in spite of his efforts to keep you apart.

Bucky had once expressed his suspicions that it was at least in part due to jealousy, if subliminal.  But you denied it unilaterally— he’s basically my brother, you told him, though it was more of a reminder to yourself than anything.

Perverted concerns about Steve’s motivations aside, Bucky was a great guy.  A bit of a sweet-talker for sure, and not exactly known for his ability to keep a long-term, serious relationship, but he was adamant that you had changed that and for once you were beginning to believe him.  You’d said from the beginning that you didn’t need this to be the proverbial ‘it’ for either of you but that you didn’t do hook-ups— especially with your brother’s friends, and extra especially with your brother’s closest and longest friend.  It only took a brief speech and two shots to convince you, now six months later and you were still going strong.

Days like this made you so happy you’d given in to his advances.  But they also made you regret giving in to Steve’s idea to be roommates in college.

“Stevie!” you yelped as he walked in, stuffing the to-do list into your backpocket.  “Just the man I wanted to see.”

“I doubt that,” he scoffed.  “It’s Valentine’s Day, I bet you want to see Bucky.  He’s coming over, right?  And you want me to fuck off so my best friend can go to town on my sister?”

You frowned, crossing your arms.  “I wanted to see you because I have a gift for you.”

“... you do?”  His eyebrow raised and you hoped your smirk looked just as smug as it felt.

“So do you want your gift or do you want to be an asshole?”

“Do I have to pick just one?” he joked.

“Just come over here,” you instructed, waving him closer.  He seemed hesitant, but eventually did as you’d asked.  From your other back pocket you pulled out two tickets.

“Rangers, center ice,” you beamed.  “For you and a date.”

“And this isn’t just an excuse to get me out of the house?”

“No, it’s a thank you for being such a great brother.”

“So, if I wanted to take Bucky…” he trailed off, already calling your bluff as you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, that’s just sad.  There’s no reason you can’t find a girl to take— god knows Bucky hasn’t spent a Valentine’s Day alone since the fucking eighth grade.  And you’re just as cute as he is!”

“Well, if you could alert the rest of the female population to that, that would be great,” he scoffed, “but until then I’ll take the tickets,” he decided as he took them from your hand.  “A Rangers game might be the only thing distracting enough to keep me from thinking about what you and Buck are gonna do while I’m gone.”

You were hoping for a little more enthusiasm considering how much the tickets had cost you, but at least he was going to go and give you the apartment to yourself for the evening.  “You’re welcome, by the way.”

After stripping and sprinkling rose petals on the comforter, you'd actually found a YouTube tutorial on how to blindfold and handcuff oneself, and it was a little odd that enough people had this problem to merit its existence but it was still very helpful: turns out the secret is to blindfold yourself first but keep it folded up with one eye able to see until you do the handcuffs, then use your arm to slide the blindfold down into place.

It was tricky, and a little bit extra awkward while naked, but you figured it out and smiled proudly to yourself as you completed your last task on your to-do list.

Now, for likely the most difficult task of all: waiting in darkness and silence for Bucky to arrive.

Apparently it is, in fact, possible to be slightly bored yet titillated.  The thought of what Bucky would do to you when he got here was exciting, but it only made you crave his presence more which enhanced your quiet loneliness.  It wasn't like you could read a book or listen to music to kill the time, so you settled for humming to yourself as you waited.

Don't go changing, to try and please me, something something before, hmmm

I just want someone that I can talk to, I want you just the way you are...

But that grew tiresome quickly and you resorted instead to planning exacty how angry you would be if Bucky was late when you were waiting for him in such a compromising and inconvenient state.  For a moment you imagined he'd really gone to the Rangers game with Steve and became briefly livid over a hypothetical situation.

The crackling roar of Bucky's motorcycle outside was distant but undeniable, making you smile in anticipation.  You worried for a moment that you might have locked the top lock of the front door by instinct, but thankfully Bucky and to make it inside alright since next thing you knew, your bedroom door was opening.

The rattle of the doorknob made your breath catch; you opened your legs slowly in time with the quiet creak of the hinges.  “I’ve been waiting for you…” you purred.

“Hi there, babydoll,” Bucky’s voice answered back huskily.

The heavy steps of his boots made it clear he hadn't taken his shoes off at the door, a habit that had driven you crazy since he was your annoying brother's also-annoying best friend.  Was this the real reason he'd chained you up, so he could freely irritate you?  What next, was he gonna put a cold drink on your nightstand without a coaster?

"You really went all out for me, sweetheart," he noticed, his voice closer than you'd expected; it was fun to not know exactly where he would be, it made you squirm under the gaze you couldn't see but could somehow feel.

How weight joining yours on the bed was a good sign to his location though, along with his hands sliding up your legs.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he cooed pridefully as he dove in suddenly and licked a thick stripe through your folds.

“Fuck,” you shivered, tugging on your handcuffs unintentionally.

“Feel good, babygirl?” he pressed, chuckling when you nodded.  “You want more?”

“Please,” you whimpered.

He didn’t get back to it right away, the weight on the bed shifting slightly, and it made you fear that he planned to make you beg more before eating you out— but finally his lips returned to you as his tongue explored your sex.

“Oh god,” you moaned, your back arching of its own volition.  It was a little different than he normally did this— less confident and measured, more cautious yet hungry.  Typically he teased you a lot more, knowing exactly the spots that drove you wild and intentionally leaving them understimulated until you begged him to let you come, but now as soon as he found them he was targeting them— perhaps a rare show of mercy from the guy who was normally happy to leave you on edge for hours.

You could feel his moans vibrating into you when he slid his tongue inside and against your channel; it instantly made your back arch as the handcuffs quietly clinked above your head.

He stopped just a little too soon, pulling your hips up until the back of your legs were resting on the front of his.  Being manhandled by him turned you on enough to make you bite your lip.

"Fuck, put your cock in me, wanna feel you," you moaned your plea as you heard the rustling of clothes; your mouth watered when you imagined Bucky stripping, with that insane body of his.

His thick head glided over your entrance and you were preparing to beg some more when he suddenly pushed in, giving you what you wanted so much faster than normal.  Not that you were complaining!

He was also much quieter than normal, which you were actually willing to complain about but didn't.

"Oh god," you groaned at the feeling of him stretching you open, gasping when his cock brushed right over your spot— it made your body jolt each time he pulled back and hit it again.

"Feels good, huh?" Bucky asked and you nodded happily.

"So good," you whimpered.

"I wasn't asking you."

Before you could question it, Bucky’s calloused fingers pulled up your blindfold— but it was Steve’s face above you, Steve’s body on top of yours… and, much to your horror, Steve’s cock inside you.

“What the fuck?!” you yelped, trying to squirm away as you tugged at the cuffs but failing completely.

“Fuck,” Steve winced, “you get really tight when you struggle like that.”

“Don’t act so surprised, babygirl,” Bucky cooed playfully as you turned to stare at his devilish grin.  “You wanted this… you just didn’t want to admit it to yourself.  And Stevie here always wanted this, too, and aren’t you so glad he told me?”

You shuddered as Steve continued thrusting, pushing his cock so deep it made you feel a little nauseous.  "Steve, you've gotta stop," you begged.   "If you love me, you'll stop."

"That's the thing: I love you too much to stop."

He moved faster, paying no mind to your confused whimpers, holding your hips tight as his head fell back slightly which brandished his thick neck and bobbing Adam's apple.

"There's no point in pretending," Bucky reminded you coldly, watching the whole thing with crossed arms and an expression that almost looked… bemused?  "You already showed us how much you love it, so don't waste your time acting so disgusted now."

You regretted more than anything saying that it felt good, literally asking him to fuck you before you really understood what you were asking for: you thought it was Bucky, yes, but that didn't mean it was an act.  It did feel good, and that must've been obvious to everyone since you were so wet already.  You could hear it each time he pushed all the way in, that telltale squelching noise that was somehow disgusting and hot all at once.

Steve wasn't so quiet now that he didn't have to be.  "God, you feel so good," he whispered, grabbing the backs of your knees and pushing your legs up.  It forced his cock even deeper and you choked on your own suppressed moan.

You heard Bucky opening his belt, and turned your head to see him pull out and stroke his cock while he watched Steve fuck you.  It was hard to imagine what he was getting out of this; he never seemed like the sharing type, if anything he sometimes became too possessive.  But clearly there was a lot about him and Steve that you didn't understand.

"Play with her tits," Bucky instructed, voice a bit deeper as he pleasured himself, "makes her come so fast."

Steve dropped your legs to rest on his shoulders so his hands were free to grope your chest, thick fingers twisting and tugging your nipples.  Annoyingly, Bucky knew his way around your body well by now, and so it was difficult to pretend that Steve's touches weren't sending shocks of pleasure right down your spine and to your core.

You had been biting on your lip so hard to stay quiet that you feared you would break the skin, until Bucky leaned down and gave you a little slap on the cheek— not very hard, but enough to make you gasp which in turn released the moan you'd been holding back.

"There it is, honey, don't be quiet for my benefit," Bucky encouraged.  "It's okay to like it, I'm not gonna be jealous."

As if that was your concern; angering your boyfriend by enjoying being fucked by your foster brother.  

"You really overestimate my interest in your— fuck— in your feelings," you panted as you glared up at Bucky where he was grinning down at you with a look that almost indicated pride.

"You're gonna come, aren't you?" he asked, ignoring your resistance entirely.  Whatever chance you had at pretending he was wrong was lost when, just for a moment, your eyes widened at his question.  "Yeah, thought so.  I can tell by that dumb look on your face.  I'm close too, babydoll, betcha wanna taste it…"

His free hand roughly held your jaw open as he stroked himself desperately, his weak groan coinciding with the moment you felt his hot seed spray into your open mouth, his taste familiar despite the entirely surreal circumstances.

It was purely coincidence that you came in that moment, your walls bearing down on Steve while you tried to stay silent so you wouldn't choke on Bucky's spend.

"Fuck, that's it, gonna fill this pretty mouth— god yes, you'd better swallow it all," he sighed as come painted your tongue and the inside of your cheek.  Maybe it was more than normal or maybe it was just that he was tightening his hand around the head of his cock to get every drop in your mouth, but either way it was enough to give you quite a mouthful to swallow, which you did without much question due to force of habit.

"M’close too," Steve warned as Bucky stepped back, "I'm gonna come."

“No, Steve, not inside,” you whimpered, hearing the way your voice had weakened after your orgasm, “you can’t…”

“I can,” he disagreed, “Bucky said so.”

Once again, Bucky's will was more important than your own, and your desperate pulling at the handcuffs was only another reminder of the way you'd guided yourself into his trap.

"Don't," you stammered one more time, but it was hard to focus when he was filling you exactly how you needed, when his thick hands gripping your waist felt just as perfect as you'd secretly imagined so many times… 

Denial is a powerful drug, but so is two orgasms in a row.

"Fuck!" you yelped as you felt a gush of warmth drip from your entrance, even further wetness spurring on Steve's fast and brutal thrusts into you.

"Knew you'd love it," Steve mumbled, growling slightly as he slammed into you.  "Knew you'd take it so well, make a pretty mess all over my cock— fuck I can't wait anymore, gotta fill you up, oh my god... gotta give you my load, honey, you want it?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "Steve, yes, come in me…"

He didn't need much more encouragement than that, groaning loudly as you felt his cock flex and pulse against your walls, his release overwhelmingly hot inside you.

You sighed in time with Steve as he finally stilled, and it was hard to know where to look when Steve and Bucky were both staring down at you.  “What happens now?” you found yourself asking, not so much a literal question about the next task but more about what the three of you were going to do with all the unfortunate truths that had come to light in less than half an hour.

“What happens now is I take my turn,” Bucky informed you sternly, pushing Steve aside.  “Did you really think I wasn’t gonna fuck my girlfriend on Valentine’s Day?”

[s0ckh3adstudios]

Omori: New Neighbors

"Mikhael has new neighbors! Too bad he doesn't want to meet them."

So, I had this idea of what if Sunny and Mari ended up with a completely different friend group, specifically the hooligan kids (y'know, BEFORE they were the hooligans). Y'know; Kim, Vance, Mikhael/The Maverick, Angel, Charlie. I thought that would be an interesting idea... And besides I can throw in the bread twins for free they come with Mikhael thus they are now in the friend group. Yippee.

So I wrote a little thing down here. :D I don't know if I'll actually keep going with this?? We'll see how far the brainrot reaches or if it reaches at all.

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Mikhael didn’t want to meet the new neighbors.

So what if some random family decided to move into the house next to theirs? They didn’t need to congratulate them with a pie. A pie Mikhael could be eating instead. The least his parents and siblings could have done was at least let him stay home while they said their greetings, but no. Apparently he had to come. To be polite. 

The newly inhabited house had been on sale for as long as Mikhael could remember. Every morning, on his way to school, he’d step outside and see it. A bland blue roof, a bland blue door, a rickety birdhouse right up front.

No longer would the house sit dormant and lonely. Movers spent all day yesterday coming in and out of the house like worker ants. When Mikhael caught his older siblings, Daphne and Bowen, watching the movers go about their business, he couldn’t help but take a peek. They looked to have somewhat expensive items. A rich family, maybe? Despite what he thought… the people who answered the blue house’s door didn’t look like anything special.

A girl about his brother and sister’s age answered the door. Long black hair, green plaid sweater vest. She was polite. She called her mom to the door; a somewhat stout woman with curled auburn hair. Immediately the parents engaged in conversation. Mikhael grumbled. He was going to be here for a while, wasn’t he?

The 10 year old big kids seemed comfortable with each other. Despite Daphne’s quiet nature and Bowen’s tendency to not speak, the new girl whom Mikhael overheard was Mari didn’t mind at all. She didn’t act like anything was out of the ordinary. She adapted to their quirks with no problem and spoke to them as if this wasn’t the first time they met.

Between the parents and the big kids, there was too much talking.

In Mikhael’s efforts to look to find something to keep his mind busy, he noticed an eavesdropper to the several conversations. A boy with short black hair hid behind his mother. He was staring at him. It wasn’t necessarily creepy but… Mikhael felt like he was being judged. Observed. 

“Quit staring at me, weirdo,” Mikhael thought to himself.

It wasn’t long before others noticed the staring boy.

“Oh, Sunny!” The auburn lady said, patting her son's head. “These are our neighbors. They own a bakery. Isn’t that neat?” 

The boy’s expression heightened a little. Surprise? He wasn’t easy for Mikhael to read. He wasn’t expressionless, just very neutral.

“Mikhael,” said Mom, pushing Mikhael ahead. “Why don’t you go play with Sunny?”

Mikhael scowled. 

“Go on, he’s your age. Go play.”

The boys entered the house. It was the first time Mikhael had ever gone inside. It wasn’t completely furnished yet so it still had the slight echo of emptiness. A man’s voice could be heard from the kitchen, seemingly speaking to no one. It was most likely a phone conversation.

Mikhael shuffled awkwardly on the cream carpet. This “Sunny” boy was just staring at him. Mikhael rolled his eyes. He seemed to have a similar quiet nature like his siblings. 

“So. Uh.” Mikhael sputtered.

“Where’d you move here from? Farther City? Or Near Port?”

Sunny looked down at his feet shyly, “...Um… Nowhere around here… Somora Town…”

“Never heard of it.” Mikhael tilted his head slightly.  

"...Okay…"

The two stood in silence. Awkward. The parents laughed outside and continued chatting. 

"... Moms and dads talk a lot…" Sunny sighed. 

"I know, right?!" Mikhael agreed in exasperation. Finally, a conversation topic, and one that Mikhael is glad someone understands his frustration.

"Like, I'll get dragged to the store or we'll be walking somewhere and mom will find someone she knows and they'll start talking and talking and talking and she just kinda completely forgets I'm there! My feet are tired from standing next to her and she's talking about super boring stuff-" 

As Mikhael ranted and grumbled about parental frustrations, he noticed how Sunny just listened to him. He continued to stare, but he looked thoughtful. He was giving Mikhael his full attention. He was completely absorbed by his words. 

"You're a good listener," Mikhael smiled. Sunny almost looked confused. "You don't talk lots, do you?" The pale boy shook his head. 

"Well, that's okay. I like having people listen to me!" 

Sunny squinted his eyes. He looked slightly judgemental. 

"Anyway," Mikhael found himself slipping out of his sour mood. He felt more comfortable around Sunny now. He wasn't so bad. 

"Do you watch Dragon Ball Z?" 

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The afternoon was eaten up by talk of cartoons and comic books. The two spent their time in Sunny's new room pulling toys out of moving boxes. With blankets tied around their necks as capes, they set up an adventure story that Mikhael narrated. They ran around the house bumping into walls and hitting each other with pillows. It really felt like he was the hero and Sunny was his meek sidekick.

Unfortunately, their fantasy world was torn away by the cold hands of reality when Mikhael's mother said it was time to go home.

"What?! Five more minutes!" Mikhael pleaded. Sunny looked dejected as he untied his blanket cape.

"Hon, we've got to head home for dinner. Besides, your friend and his family have all sorts of unpacking to do," Mom replied.

…Friend?

Mikhael looked at Sunny. Were they friends now? They had spent the afternoon together and he found that he enjoyed his new neighbors company.

Sunny was a quiet, patient listener. He was passionate about his interests even if he spoke very little. He shared Mikhael's vibrant imagination and ran around with him for a while. They had fun! He could withstand his long rambles and never complained. There was really nothing to complain about when it came to Sunny.

Staring him up and down, Mikhael came to his conclusion.

"Yeah, you're worthy of being my friend," Mikhael grinned as if he had just bestowed the highest honor upon the boy's shoulders. While the mothers laughed at his royal attitude, Sunny smiled wider than he had all day. It wasn't by a lot, but it was a change. 

On the family's short walk back to the house, Mikhael felt pleased. His new neighbors weren't awful. 

For the first time ever, Mikhael couldn't wait to step outside tomorrow and see the bland blue house next to his. 

[truly-quirkless]

"Well, yeah! I just figured on soup because my brain tracked there first." Stars only knew how many times they'd stopped by the local Smoothie King with Yagi...though it had gotten noticeably harder, since the male had been outed as half of All Might. Admittedly,...the nervousness and embarrassment of how the two had met was melting away- replaced with a sort of enthusiasm that was hard to come by, most of the time.

Nori could only chuckle as his brother was hit with a wave of questions and comments. He was silently eating his own meal, sky-blues flickering with mirth.

"I'd love to! Though I'm rescinding the 'Nori's strike gets a kiss' rule..." A pointed glare was leveled at Nori, who slowly turned red- head turning so he wouldn't have to look at his other half. "---As for drawing,...not really." Fin scratched the back of their head with an awkward smile. "...I mostly doodle stuff in a mix of anime and cartoon-y styles,....so it's ninety-nine percent people."

They gently clapped their hands together. They weren't much of a surfer,- too scared to go too deep into the ocean, but...it'd be nice to have a beach day!

"I still remember him screaming on top of that last pile of rubbish, the morning he had the entrance exam..." A small grin back. "Young Midoriya...I wasn't expecting his body to shatter so easily to One for All, but- I suppose it couldn't be helped. It is, after all, a lot of power." Hopefully, that would answer his brother's unspoken question. Fin knew- there was little need to cover it all up.

"...I'll be honest, I don't really know how t'surf... I mean, I've tried body-surfing before,...but that only ever ended with sand down my front." Fin shuddered from the memory.- Though they were quick to chuckle. "...American colors?"

They waved a hand gently.

"...y'don't need t' try arcade games if y'aren't interested. I just have a fondness for 'em, myself." Fin bit at their nail for a moment- chipping off a little more with their teeth at the mention of cooking. "...I...am decidedly horrible at cookin'. I tried to make somethin' for Nori once, n'..."

"...'black sludge from the pits of Hell' does not begin to describe it..."

"...it was supposed t'be soup!...I got a lil' distracted..." Fin trailed off. "---You like going on dates?" Their head tilted- honestly. With Nori being the eternal bachelor he'd claimed (prior to meeting Fin),...it hadn't really occurred to them that his brother might be a date-lover. "Huh-- surprised y'still just live with Nori, then...." Then again- what life did the two have, outside of Hero work, for years?...that would mean no long-term relationships- even the time they'd personally spent with Nori felt nearly impossible from time to time..

Like when he got covered in kisses as All Might, and Fin had wanted (so horribly) to deck an entire crowd of fans.

“What?” Toshi murmured, shrugging, when he was elbowed.

“It doesn’t always have to be soup. Smoothies are great, too.”

Yagi just listened, nonexistent eyebrows raising. They talked fast.

“We can all definitely go bowling sometime. It was pretty popular back in America. Went on a date or two for that. Haven’t played in decades.” Throwing the ball gently enough to not wreck the entire place was a struggle.

“Drawing, huh? Like landscapes?”

“Swimming’s great. I used to surf in college. I miss it. I think a beach outing might be fun. We could go to Takoba. Nori here & I got Midoriya to clean it up as part of some training.” He stared over at his brother. Did Fin know about his relationship with his successor? “He was such a scrawny kid when we ran into him all that time ago.” All Might covered his ass just in case.

“Favorite color?” He rubbed his chin, “Haven’t really thought about it. I’ve always like red, white, & blue together.”

“I haven’t played a lot of arcade games, but I could try some out.” Toshi remembered Mirai liked that kind of stuff.

He chuckled in his low voice at their enthusiasm about his life.

“I’ve always enjoyed cooking. I wanted to be a chef for years before deciding to become a hero. Otherwise, our career was our focus for a very long time, either being All Might or helping our agency during our time off.” Toshi thought, “I like going on dates.”

He suddenly realized, beyond that, he really didn’t have any hobbies. After college, being a hero was his life. Toshi occasionally cooked, occasionally dated, but actual hobbies before he started teaching? None.

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Mist | Choi San | Chapter 2

Pairing: Choi San x OC (Seohyun)

Genre: supernatural (ghost), romance, high school

Trigger Warnings: paranormal, death mentions, violence

Words: 7.2k

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my original character and the story. I do not own any gifs or pictures used.

Full story on Wattpad (don’t spoil here if you read there too)

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A few paranormally uneventful days passed. Seohyun hadn't exactly opened up to the group of boys that she was now able to call friends, but she was slowly getting there. It was hard not to smile when one of them cracked a silly joke, and harder not to laugh when they had a battle of wits.

She was slowly getting used to her new school. She was past the stage of being a new kid and the students in her class had stopped giving her those looks. She was unnoticed, and she loved it.

Today, like every other morning, Seohyun got ready for school, tying her hair in a half ponytail, peeking out of the window to check if she should wear her glasses or cap today. She had to hide her eyes somehow, they always betrayed her. She didn't want anyone to think she liked to stare into the space. But then she shrugged and tossed her glasses in the bag, wearing her cap as she went to the kitchen.

Her mother was a very busy woman and she liked to spend almost all her day in her office. She was rarely home even if she had a day off anyway. So Seohyun just made herself some coffee, munching on some cookies as she waited for the coffee to become cool enough to drink.

"I still don't get why you let the housemaid go," Jiwoo popped out of nowhere and twirled around the kitchen.

"Well, I didn't entirely let her 'go'. She still comes by on the weekends, you already know that."

"But still! What's wrong with having food everyday?" Jiwoo pushed her dark red hair back as she tsk-ed at Seohyun.

"For one, I wanted to learn to cook, and the food she made was always too much for just me. I always had to throw it out or give it to someone before it went bad. Mom's never home to eat anyway."

"I actually hate your mom, no offence," Jiwoo looked at her and Seohyun shook her head, "I mean, what kind of a mother is she?"

"A woman married to her work with an abnormal child, I kind of understand why she's like this," Seohyun muttered.

"Nah, you're not abnormal. You're gifted. And you don't appreciate it enough."

"No offence, unnie, but ghosts are the company I'd rather not have," Seohyun rinsed her cup and placed it on the rack, taking her school bag and locking the door.

"What's wrong with me?" Jiwoo asked.

"You're one of the better ones, but only because you had temporary amnesia before you died and you still don't know who exactly you are and why you're a ghost!" Seohyun snorted at the weirdness of all this.

"You think I'd ever be able to recall? Or just be stuck with you forever?" Jiwoo asked.

"I'd rather you try to move around and find out who you are instead of making me look like I talk to myself."

"Ah, you pain me, child. It's all because you have new friends now and don't care about me anymore. Right, catto?"

The black cat, which Seohyun hadn't noticed earlier, meowed in response.

"And, here comes the pretty one," Jiwoo grinned and Seohyun looked in her direction to find San coming their way.

"Pretty one? Seriously?" Seohyun shook her head.

"I mean, they're all pretty, but I like this kid more-"

"Hey," San gave her a smile as he meowed to the cat, who gladly jumped in San's arm when he put them forward.

"This little-" Seohyun stopped, and San laughed. "She never comes when I ask!"

"She likes me more, it seems," San rubbed her forehead and she purred, and they walked in comfortable silence to school the rest of the way.

They almost reached the gates of the school but something Seohyun saw from the corner of her eye made her stop in her tracks.

It was a ghost, yet it was something else. It wasn't someone who had died recently for sure. The man, the ghost if you could call it that, was bitter.

"You okay?" San asked, looking in the direction Seohyun was looking in. To him, it seemed she was looking at a wall.

"Yeah, I-I'm okay. Why don't you go ahead? I'll be right back. I should take her too," Seohyun picked the cat from San's hand, "We don't want her roaming around the school and getting scared, do we now?"

San raised a suspicious brow at her, but nodded as he reluctantly went in.

The man tried approaching Seohyun first, but she motioned him to follow her and went to the backside of the school, where surely there would be very few people walking by at this time.

"State your business," Seohyun said, and the man actually looked taken aback, if his eyes could display some emotion.

Truth be told, Seohyun was always scared dealing with men ghosts and older ghosts in general. Since ghosts could touch her, they were as much of a threat to her as humans. And these old ghosts, the ones with skin that looked grey, almost as if the ghost had started decomposing too, were usually not in their right mind.

"I have waited decades to find the mediator," the man's eyes gleamed rather wickedly.

"Mediator?" Seohyun asked. A rather fancy term for someone who could see the dead. "And why did you have to wait decades?"

"Let's say the mediator supposed to sort my death out met with rather... unfortunate circumstances," the man cleared his throat but his voice was still hoarse as he said, "You have to come with me."

"Well, if you waited decades, can you wait a few more hours? I have school, and please do NOT disturb me during my class," Seohyun made sure her tone was polite as she said this, but the man grunted. Before he could try anything, she muttered an awkward bye and walked swiftly to the gates, letting the cat go. She didn't realize she'd been holding the cat for comfort.

San, who had just witnessed Seohyun talking to thin air from the other side of the road, sighed loudly as he walked slowly to the gates.

San hadn't meant to follow her, but he turned around after a few steps of walking to the building, hoping to offer to come along with her, but when he saw her stop in the middle of the road and look as if she was actually talking to someone, he paused. He knew he shouldn't, but he watched her. And he did not know what to make of it.

Was Seohyun crazy? Didn't look like it. If she was, she did a damn good job at hiding it. When San finally reached class, he saw Seohyun chatting with Jongho. Perfectly normal. Or was she?

San said nothing as he sat in his spot, but he felt her tap his shoulder. He turned around and she asked, "I thought you went to class, where were you roaming around?"

San stared at her light brown orbs, coming out of the trance when she blinked. "I just wanted to walk around a bit."

He saw her frown but then she nodded and went back to chatting with Jongho. San turned back in his seat, and throughout the classes, he kept wondering if that was the reason why she covered her face or eyes.

When school ended, Seohyun said she had to go somewhere and said bye. San made an excuse too and started to follow her. He was going to see for himself, what she was gonna do.

San knew it was impolite to do this. And he knew if she found out, she'd really be angry with him, maybe never talk to him again. This was supposed to be her secret for sure. She would probably never tell any one of them. He wasn't even sure what it was.

Seohyun led him to an abandoned warehouse, and he heard her say, "Why bring me here?"

She paused for a few second, looking around as if for help, and San ducked quickly behind the boxes before she could see her. He couldn't hear her now, but he did get bits about how it was creepy of 'him' to bring her to this place without warning her, and he didn't miss how she kept looking behind her, as if she was waiting for someone to appear or just didn't want to keep doing this.

Who was this 'him'? Her imaginary friend? A ghost? San shook his head, and got on his feet when he noticed her go inside the warehouse.

San crept up behind them, and couldn't believe what he saw.

The locked door somehow unlocked, somehow the chains fell and the door magically opened wide in front of her, without Seohyun having even moved a finger.

What was happening?

Seohyun was asked to come in the warehouse and she couldn't ignore the roaring of her gut that told her something was going to go really, really wrong. She had such a strong feeling some years ago too, and she had barely gotten away from her life then.

All her nerves screamed at her to run, anywhere, just not go in. Where was Jiwoo when she needed her? Seohyun was kind of furious how she was never there for her.

Seohyun watched the old man walk in, looking around, and before she entered, she turned her head once hoping she would see Jiwoo-

Instead, she felt her heart sink as she saw none other than San, attempting to hide as their eyes met.

"Come in now, don't keep me waiting," the man grumbled, and Seohyun shouted an okay to him before she looked at San, hoping to warn him with her eyes as she put a finger to her mouth, telling him not to make a sound and motioning him to stay where he was.

Seohyun went inside, her heart slamming against her chest. This wasn't supposed to happen. San must think she's crazy or worse. Her mind made a mental list of how many ways this could go wrong.

"I used to think mediators ran in the family. But the one who was supposed to help me, he did not have any offspring. I spent so many years in ignorance, not knowing that it was completely random. Just like god picking up a needle in the haystack."

"Cut to the chase. What do you want with me and why bring me here?"

"I have forgotten why I died. And I want to move on. But I can't because I don't remember why I am still here. Someone told me there were various other ways to move on... Let's say I had to try."

As soon as Seohyun saw the growing smirk on the man, she knew it was time to run the hell away. But several bottles came flying at her, and she barely dodged them as they crashed on the wall next to her.

"You don't have to do this! It's wrong! I help dead people move on, there must be a way other than stupid violence-"

But the man waved another hand and now the boxes came flying at her. She was grabbed by the arm and pulled against someone, and she sighed in both relief and horror as she saw it was San.

"Are you stupid! You'll get hurt!" She yelled at him. He just took her hand and ran towards the shelves, hoping to hide from whatever it was that sent flying objects in the air. He almost dragged her until he was sure he was quite away from whatever it was.

"What the hell is happening?" San asked through his teeth.

"Why did you even follow me? Are you stupid?"

"Who is it?" San's grip on her wrist tightened as his eyes searched around.

"It's a ghost, San. Do you believe me?" Seohyun asked, waiting for a snide remark.

"From what I've seen? Sure," San muttered, and Seohyun wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic.

"He's near. Let's move," Seohyun said, and this time, she grabbed San's hand as she led him through the various shelves that lined the warehouse, glad they weren't empty.

A blast shocked them, making them jump in the air as they realized the shelves were collapsing one by one.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Seohyun ran, San matching her pace and she ran her eyes around, finally finding a place to hide. It was a narrow passage between huge containers. Seohyun looked at her options. The man was blocking the entrance so now they could just hide and pray for help or... die. If that's the worst that was to come.

Seohyun dragged San with her to the narrow passage, both of them barely fitting in the small dark place. Now they were side to side but San's body was still half out, so Seohyun pulled him closer, until he was almost in front of him. Since the passage was so narrow and short, there wasn't much gap between them.

San was a bundle of nerves and all, his heart beating wildly. "What's going on-"

"Shh," Seohyun whispered, putting a hand on his mouth to shut him up, "I'll explain everything later, I promise."

San nodded, taking off her hand from his mouth but not leaving it. Seohyun was too busy concentrating on where the man was to notice it. He saw her wince, and she looked at San with apologetic eyes.

"If something happens to us, I'm sorry, San. I'll do my best to save you. The man-the ghost is after me. I don't know why," Seohyun sighed, and San squeezed her hand assuringly.

"I'm with you. Nothing will happen," he whispered, thinking he must sound stupid to say that. But it must have given her some sort of assurance. She put her head on San's chest, sighing again.

The two of them heard the sounds of things getting destroyed alright, Seohyun hearing the man as well, and Seohyun almost cried in relief as she heard Jiwoo whisper her name.

"I can teleport you, but what about him-"

"Either we both go, or we both stay," Seohyun said firmly. She wasn't going to leave him alone.

"Go where?" San asked. Seohyun told him her friend was here and she could help.

Jiwoo looked at Seohyun and a slow grin appeared on her face. "There is something I could try..."

"What?" Seohyun narrowed her eyes at Jiwoo.

"What if I teleport you, but you're still holding San? Would he come with us?"

"I don't know, unnie..." Seohyun trailed, but an idea stuck to her. "It's the same as when I have something with me right? A bag, a cap, something. But that's objects. What about actual humans?"

"Remember when we accidentally teleported our cat once? It was holding on to you and you had forgotten. What if this works?"

Seohyun bit her lip. It was worth a try. "If it doesn't work, promise me we'll come back to San right then."

"But your body can't handle too many teleportations-"

"Promise me," Seohyun insisted, and Jiwoo rolled her eyes as she nodded. "Hurry up, he's closer."

"San, listen to me carefully," Seohyun said. "You know what teleportation is, right?"

San wanted to ask her if now was really the time, but he said yes- from the movies, and she continued, "I'm gonna attempt to teleport you along with me. My friend is gonna do that. You have to trust me."

"No way," San muttered, sighing deeply.

"Yes, you were stupid and brave enough to follow me, so yes, we are teleporting. I've done it before, but I've never teleported someone... normal with me, so this might not work. So if I disappear, and you're here all alone, I promise you, San, that I'll be back within a minute, okay?"

"How am I supposed to make sense of all you're saying?" San's eyes were helpless.

"Just... trust me. I won't leave you alone. I promise. Now, I have to, er, hold you, so she can teleport us. Gotta make sure I take you with me..."

Seohyun heard Jiwoo snicker, and she passed her a death glare. San, tempted to roll his eyes, held her hands.

"I'm afraid I'll have to hold you tighter. You see, when we teleport, we tend to lose what we're not holding tightly..."

"Oh..." San left her hands, and Seohyun muttered 'here goes nothing' as she wrapped her arms around San's waist, surprised that it was so small.

"Hold me tightly, and no matter what, do not let me go, you understand?"

"Yes ma'am," San said as he bent down to place his chin on her shoulder and bring her closer. "This okay?"

"Yes," Seohyun realized she was holding her breath, so she said, "Take a deep breath, San."

San did so, and Jiwoo smirked a little, watching two scared children hug each other. She came forward, holding Seohyun only, and did her magic.

San felt his stomach twist and turn, saw a million colourful stars, almost got nauseous but his only comfort was Seohyun so he held her tighter and shut his eyes. He didn't open them again until he landed on hard ground, his back aching with the impact.

He opened his eyes and saw... nothing.

He wasn't sure if he was blind or not, but he looked down and saw Seohyun half on top of him, attempting to get up, and he realized he had his vision all right.

"Where the hell," Seohyun got up, "are we?"

"I guess your body could only attempt a half trip," Jiwoo said, and San instantly turned at the voice, making eye contact with the red haired girl.

"That's the ghost friend that teleported us?" San asked Seohyun.

"You can see her!?" Seohyun asked, and San looked at Jiwoo.

"I wasn't supposed to see her, was I?" He raised his brow, and Seohyun looked at Jiwoo.

"Hey, kid, nice to officially meet you," Jiwoo said, holding out a hand to him so he could stand up. San tried to take it, but his hand passed through Jiwoo's hand, and he gasped.

"I guess you can only see then," Seohyun bit her lip as she looked around. "Is this where ghosts come when they... move on?"

"That's where I come when I'm not on planet Earth," Jiwoo said, "It's like another plane, you could say, another dimension overlapping ours, except this one is for ghosts."

"What now? Should we try again?" Seohyun asked, coughing a bit.

"You should take a breather first. Your body can't handle it," Jiwoo nodded at her and Seohyun sat down on the ground, putting her head over her knees as she brought them closer, shivering a little. Jiwoo was right, something was happening to her. Like a cold coming to her.

"Is she okay?" San asked Jiwoo, and she shrugged. San ran his fingers through his hair as he looked around, finding no source of light that illuminated the area around them.

So Seohyun wasn't crazy. Somehow, though it made no sense, she could see ghosts, she could touch them. San looked at Jiwoo and opened his mouth to ask something, but then thought against it. Now was not the time.

"I know you have a lot of questions," Jiwoo commented, "Let's try to get out of here first before we have the talk."

"Has she... ever brought someone here?" San asked.

"This is the first time she came here too," Jiwoo said, "Usually when a ghost teleports her, it's quick and efficient. Much like you see in movies or books."

"We should get out of this place quick. I don't want him to come find us here," Seohyun said, getting up.

"Are you sure you're okay? Can you make it back?" Jiwoo asked.

"I have to," Seohyun said.

Jiwoo nodded, and Seohyun looked at San for permission. San came forward and they both held each other tight as Jiwoo attempted to teleport them again.

This time, they landed on soft grass, but the impact with which they did sent them rolling a bit. San's breath was knocked out of him and he coughed loudly, gasping for breath. As soon as he recovered, he looked for Seohyun-

Seohyun was bent rather awkwardly, and it looked like she wasn't moving. San and Jiwoo both rushed to her, straightening her body. Jiwoo checked if she was breathing.

"She is breathing. She must have collapsed from being tired, don't worry, it's happened before too," Jiwoo assured him.

San sighed, looking up at the sky, wondering what he had gotten himself into. He looked around, finding the place familiar.

"Is this... the park near our school?" San asked Jiwoo.

"Yes, I tried to teleport us as close to Seohyun's home as possible, but looks like we could only make it till here."

"What if someone had seen us appear out of thin air?"

Jiwoo laughed. "They'd probably run for their lives. You'd be aliens."

San smiled a little at that. That's exactly what he would have thought if he had seen Seohyun.

"So are you... Seohyun's friend?" San finally asked.

"You could say that. I'm older than her so she always calls me unnie, but I keep telling her to call me Jiwoo."

"Then I'll call you noona," San smiled, making Jiwoo grin.

"She helps ghosts move on. When someone dies and they have unfinished business that they just can't leave behind, they sometimes choose to become ghosts until they get done with that. Seohyun helps them do that."

"That must be hard..." San wondered if it was always as bad as this time.

"It is, but what happened today is not a common occurrence. The man she saw today, he's been dead for a good while and has forgotten his purpose here. I once heard the other ghosts talk about him too. Ghosts like that, you have to avoid them. They're bitter, and usually mean Seohyun harm."

"So now... I can see you, does that mean I'll be able to see other ghosts too?"

"You'll find out soon," Jiwoo said.

Seohyun woke up with a gasp, her eyes wide. Jiwoo helped her sit up, and Seohyun muttered 'water'. San quickly opened Seohyun's bag and fished out her bottle, which she drank hungrily from, some water spilling down her chin as well.

"Slow down, kid," Jiwoo patted her back. Seohyun emptied the whole bottle, wiping her chin, then felt something run down her nose.

"Nosebleed. Do you have tissues?" Jiwoo asked and Seohyun shrugged, looking upwards and holding her nose. Jiwoo searched through her bag but San took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Seohyun.

"Does this usually happen?" San asked.

"No... it's the first time," Jiwoo admitted. Seohyun nodded too. "When we accidentally teleported the cat with her, she became dehydrated, but that was it."

Seohyun wiped her nose, looking at Jiwoo and she gave her a thumbs up.

"I shouldn't have followed you..." San shook his head, "It's because of me that-"

"You shouldn't have, but I'm kind of glad you did. Jiwoo is unreliable as a ghost friend and who knows what would have happened to me if you were not there? I could have died," Seohyun said nonchalantly.

"HEY!" Jiwoo smacked her arm but Seohyun ignored her.

"But look at you-" San was cut by Seohyun putting her hand up and saying, "I need food, and I mean NOW."

A few minutes later, they were watching Seohyun hungrily gulp down noodles and fried chicken. San had stopped eating midway just to watch her eat with a speed he hadn't ever seen before.

"Are you sure you're even chewing?" He asked, and Seohyun glared at him.

"The food is not going anywhere, Seohyun, slow down," Jiwoo laughed, "seeing you eat like this is making me wish I could eat too."

"Okay, mom," Seohyun said, finally slowing down. They ate the rest of the food silently, then Seohyun decided she'd like some coffee. They decided to walk her home as she sipped on her coffee and answered San's questions.

"Have you ever told anyone?" San asked first.

"Never. My mom only knows because she's, well, my mom and it's weird when a little kid sees stuff nobody else does."

"And what has she done about this?" San wasn't sure if he should have asked this.

Seohyun sighed, "She tried to 'help' me, but then she decided avoiding me was the best way. So now she's married to her work."

"And your dad?"

"He's never been here in the first place."

"Oh..." San faltered, but saw Seohyun shrug. "You can ask me anything, San. You deserve an explanation. Don't hesitate."

"Why can you see ghosts?"

"I don't know that either," Seohyun smiled as she looked at the sky. "Born this way?"

"Would you have ever told us?" San asked. Seohyun stopped walking at that, and faced him.

"To be honest, I've never made friends, San, because of this reason. That someone would find out. They'd never believe me, they'd think I'm crazy. So I don't know if I would have told you guys, ever," Seohyun paused, "But you found out, and you witnessed everything. What do you think?"

San scratched his neck. "I think you're right. I don't think any of us would have believed you. We'd have dismissed it as a joke. But now that I did see everything... It's different now. I hope you understand that."

"You sure you don't want to, I don't know, ever talk to me and all?"

San smiled. "You think I'd abandon my friend just like that?"

Seohyun couldn't help but stare at San, his sharp eyes that grew warmer every time he smiled, how they slightly curved.

"I want you to know that if it was anyone of us, and they had seen what I had seen, they would have never abandoned you. We don't take our friendships lightly."

"That's... good to hear," Seohyun finally smiled. "Do you think they'd believe us if we tell them?"

"They'd need some convincing, but yes, they would. Do you want to tell them?"

"Not yet," Seohyun said, "When the time is right."

San nodded, and squeezed her hand. "If you're ever in danger, you tell me, okay? If you need anyone, or anything, you tell me, got it? You don't have to face this alone anymore."

Seohyun almost cried right there, but she held it back, squeezing his hand back and nodding. They walked a few minutes until she finally reached home.

"Thank you, San. For everything." Seohyun smiled at him, and this time it was a true smile. San was actually taken aback. It felt like she had truly smiled for the first time, unfiltered.

"Anytime," San managed to say, and watched her go in. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the image of Seohyun smiling, but found himself smiling too.

Meanwhile, Seohyun collapsed as soon as she entered, and she allowed herself to cry, both happy and sad tears, happy that someone finally understood her, and sad that it hadn't happen earlier. Jiwoo sat down with her, silently rubbing her back.

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Seohyun almost slept in the next day, only woken up for school when Jiwoo threw her off the bed for 'sleeping like a sloth'. She couldn't exactly blame her. Seohyun had been so tired that after crying her heart out, she'd only had the energy to change before she collapsed on her bed and slept without moving an inch.

"My whole body hurts like I did some major workout," Seohyun mumbled as she tried running towards school, but gave up. She'd just walk.

"I don't recall you having such after effects after a teleportation," Jiwoo wondered.

"When it's just me, I'm only drained a bit. Like running. But even when I took the cat accidentally, my head hurt a lot. This time it was a whole human."

"Maybe because they aren't meant to be there," Jiwoo shrugged, meowing at the cat who appeared out of nowhere as usual. "Sometimes I think you might have transferred this teleportation thing to your cat too."

"Except 'I' can't teleport. You ghosts can," Seohyun corrected. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't tried teleporting herself home from school. How cool would that have been?

Jiwoo picked the cat and quickly passed it to Seohyun so no one would witness a flying cat. Seohyun draped her over her shoulder so Jiwoo could play with her. As they were walking, they saw San standing in a corner. He waved, then joined them.

"Hi noona," he said, and Jiwoo tried poking San but her hand went through him.

"I guess you can still only see," Jiwoo shook her head, continuing to pet the cat.

"You can touch the cat? And she sees you?" San asked, curiously watching them.

"Ever since we accidentally teleported her, I can touch her. But I'm pretty sure she could see me before too. All cats can, I think."

"Interesting..."

"Were you... waiting for us or something?" Seohyun finally asked.

"I was. I couldn't sleep last night, truth be told. I kept thinking about what happened. In fact, I'm surprised I didn't freak out..."

"I'm more surprised about that," Seohyun admitted.

"Meanwhile Seohyun here slept as soon as she reached home and I had to wake her up for school too," Jiwoo flipped her hair dramatically. Seohyun scoffed at that.

"You must be very tired... Are you okay?" San asked.

Seohyun nodded, and before she could say something they heard someone calling their names. It was Wooyoung and Yeosang. They joined them, Wooyoung putting his arm over San's shoulder as he said, "You're early today. You usually come in last minute."

"I woke up early today," San said casually, his eyes darting towards Seohyun unconsciously. Yeosang noticed that, trying to stop the smile creeping on his mouth as he looked between Seohyun and San. Seohyun gave him a warning glare, one she made sure was strong enough.

As they waited for class to start, Seohyun was resting her head on the desk. She couldn't quite believe the fact that someone now knew who she was, and was not disgusted or freaked out by her. She couldn't stop wondering what the future would be like, what if this group of boys would really get her to warm up to them, and how they would react if they found out.

San turned around in his seat, a frown growing on his face as he noticed how tired she looked. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Just very, very tired," Seohyun sighed, lifting her head.

"What if the ghost-man comes here?" San asked.

"Oh. I'd totally forgotten about him..." Seohyun bit her lip, "Well, he knows better not to make a scene in front of people, so chances are he won't."

"Chances? That ghost was dangerous!" San hissed, "What if he does come here?"

"Jiwoo must be out on watch. She'd warn me." Seohyun said, and San looked a little relieved at that. "It's not like the ghost can hurt you, so don't worry."

San rolled his eyes. "I'm worried about you, stupid."

"Oh," Seohyun paused. "You don't have to. I'll be fine."

San tsk-ed at her, turning back in his seat. Seohyun stared at the back of his head. Yunho dragged his seat towards Seohyun as he said, "You both are getting along rather well."

"Well," Seohyun slumped back in her seat, "he keeps talking."

Yunho laughed at that, "He's been thinking of names for your cat too."

"I won't approve if I don't like it. He knows that, right?"

"I'll give a good name, don't worry," San turned back in his seat, having overheard the conversation.

"I don't have much expectations from you, to be honest," Seohyun said casually, tucking her hair behind her ear, "I think Jongho there could give a much better name. He looks like he actually uses his brain."

Yunho and San looked at each other and giggled at that. Her observation was true. Jongho was infamously known as the 'only braincell' of the group. Yunho told her that, which actually made her smile.

"See? I know how to spot the smart ones."

"Who do you think is the most dumb one out of us?" San asked, attempting to make puppy eyes so she won't pick him. Seohyun looked at each one of them slowly, then said, "I haven't talked to you all much, but Wooyoung looks like he doesn't really like to use his brain."

The pair of them laughed so loud at that, catching the rest of the boys' attention as Seohyun tried to shut them up. But they were in tears, slapping their thighs as they laughed.

"Can the both of you stop? San you're second dumbest, just so you know."

That just made them laugh harder. The boys slowly came to them, muttering how they wanted to know what was 'so funny that they were howling'.

"She thinks the smartest one of us is Jongho, and the dumbest is Wooyoung," Yunho finally explained.

Wooyoung was laughing at first until he realized and yelled "HEY!" Jongho giggled, looking satisfied.

"Your brain processing is just a bit slow, that's all. No offence," Seohyun muttered.

"I mean, she's not wrong..." Hongjoong made an impressed face.

"Where do I stand?" Mingi asked, "I'm the second smartest right?"

"From below, yes," Seohyun said, making them all laugh. They all insisted that she rank them, and then they'd tell her if she was right about this.

"I don't actually think you're dumb, okay? This is just a joke, don't take it seriously-"

"I know, we all know," Wooyoung assured her, smiling warmly, "carry on."

"...Okay," Seohyun hesitated a bit then started, "Hongjoong is smartest obviously but Jongho is quite smart too? He seems more mature. Then Yeosang or Seonghwa, San somewhere in the middle depending on how awake he is, not sure about Yunho, but Mingi and Wooyoung... well they're pretty close. Because they don't like using their brains..."

"Most of it is accurate," Hongjoong agreed, "Yunho is more lucky than smart."

"Ah.. must be nice to be god's favourite," Seohyun scoffed. "But hey, I like Mingi and Wooyoung. They make you all laugh. That's more important."

Mingi and Wooyoung clapped at that, finally approving.

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It was finally after school, when San insisted on accompanying her to her home so she would get there 'safe', that they encountered the old ghost right outside her house.

"Get behind me" San protectively pushed Seohyun behind her.

"I appreciate the gesture, San, but this won't work. Use your brain."

"Oh... Right," San scratched his head and Jiwoo, who had also been with them the entire time, stepped forward.

"We can talk this out like civil human beings and ghosts. Then you can decide if you really want to kill Seohyun."

"NOONA!" San shouted in disbelief but she dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

"Very touching, all this, but I agree, we can have a normal conversation," the old man said.

"How long have you been a ghost exactly?"

"So long that I have forgotten my purpose, girl," the ghost snickered. "I heard from some older ghosts that killing the mediator by our own hands would make us move on."

Seohyun saw San and Jiwoo both tense. "And you thought you'd check?"

The old man nodded. "The mediator before you... Some other ghost killed him. It was some sort of revenge. He was supposed to help me."

"I could help some other way, because killing me doesn't really sound like a solution to me... Like, think about it. It doesn't make sense."

"Are you sure you aren't saying that because you don't want to die yet?" The old man smirked.

"Oh please," Seohyun faked swagger, "If I had an option, I'd kill me too." San shook his head at her.

"Very well. I'll hear you out."

Seohyun explained that she knew an old shaman who helped ghosts with no purpose to move on. It took some convincing and death threats to Seohyun, but she finally made him realize that it might be his one and only option now, and that he should just 'stop being a pain and move the hell on'.

"If it turns out to be a scam, I promise I'll come for you, whether it helps me move on or not."

"Please do," Seohyun replied nonchalantly. The ghost signaled to Jiwoo and they disappeared.

San turned to see that Seohyun was now leaning against the wall, wiping sweat from her forehead as she sighed in relief. "Nice acting."

Seohyun looked at him once before drinking from her water bottle. She had noticed the disapproval in his voice. She stared at him when she was done, and he stared back for a good few seconds before he finally sighed loudly.

"How can you be so... stupid at times like these?"

"How was that stupid? I talked to him and poured sense into him. And it worked. I don't see the problem."

"Does your life mean nothing to you?" San asked.

"San, chill, it was just acting-"

"Those ghosts can touch you!" San was louder this time, making Seohyun flinch a little, "They can hurt you like any other human, hell, they can hurt you in worse ways than that! How can you be so relaxed when gambling with your life?!"

Seohyun watched as San ran a hand through his hair frustratingly, clearly holding himself back. His whole body was tense, his jaw was set and he was not having any of it.

"Are you done?" Seohyun asked, making sure it came out soft. San shook his head.

"I've been seeing ghosts my entire life. My mom took me to all sorts of people for help. You think I don't know how dangerous it is? I learned from the worst. And I'm old enough and experienced enough to know how to handle rogue ghosts like these. Trust me on that."

"I know you are, Seohyun," San admitted, "I just hate it when you talk about your life like it means nothing. Like you'd have no problem if something happened."

"Let's just say I haven't had something I'd like to live for yet," Seohyun said.

San locked eyes with her. "I'll make it change now."

"What?"

"There's so much to life. I know you haven't had the best life, but you have people you can rely on now. And I'll make sure you'll have something to live for."

"What do you live for?" Seohyun asked, curious.

San smiled. "My parents, my grandparents, my friends. And myself."

"Doesn't it... get too much? Living for all of them... must be hard. And boring."

"What's hard and boring is when I had nothing to live for," San said, "When life became repetitive, and I didn't really love anyone, including myself. But now... I have something to look forward to. And no matter if it gets hard, I'll have people to lean on. So ask yourself this, Seohyun. Is it hard living like me or is it hard living like you?"

San knew his words had crossed her, so he locked eyes with her for a second longer before he waved and left for home, leaving Seohyun wondering if she really had wasted all her life repelling people, and if it really had been a wise decision.

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