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charmedimsure ¡ 1 day ago
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A Welcome Distraction
pairing: Kang Dae-ho x reader
summary: Dae-ho helps you learn to play Gong-gi
word count: 1.5k
warnings: squid game stuff, but other than than just fluff
A/N: I got the rules of the game from watching the show, so they could be wrong. I think it's gender neutral but lmk if it's not so I can fix it
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It looks like you're going to spend at least another day here. You're going to have to play at least one more game. Despite voting to leave, the majority of people disagreed with you, and now you're stuck here. You may be drowning in student loan debt, but at least your alive, and, if you've learned anything positive from this experience, it is that life is full of opportunities.
You take your food from the masked men and find a small space in between the beds where you can be alone. You don't think you can eat right now, so you put those to the side and sit on your knees, pulling five small stones out of your pocket. When you need is a distraction, and this game could do it.
Across the room, Dae-ho winces as Jung-bae hits him in the shoulder, almost making him drop his milk.
"What?" Dae-ho says, annoyed.
"You're staring," Jung-bae says. Dae-ho gives him a confused look, to which he nods his head in your direction.
Dae-ho looks down at his feet as he feels heat rise in his face. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Jung-bae scoffs a laugh, looking at the former Marine. "Please. You cheered so loud when her team crossed the finish line I thought you're life was on the line, too." Jung-bae laughs at his own joke, Young-il laughing along.
Dae-ho rolls his eyes, finishing his milk and putting the carton down next to him. Sure he thinks you're cute, but this is no place for any of this stuff.
"You should talk to them," a quiet voice says. Dae-ho looks up to see Jun-hee looking at him.
Young-il nods. "She's right. We don't know how much longer we will be alive, you should speak now before you lose the chance."
Dae-ho looks back over at you. You're hunched over on the floor between beds, your back facing him. With a small surge of confidence, Dae-ho nods, standing up. He takes a few steps in your direction before second guessing himself, stopping in place. He nearly falls over as Jung-bae shoves him towards you.
As he gets closer to you, he can hear the sounds of something repeatedly hitting the hard floor, as well as soft curses coming from you.
"Are you alright?" he asks, standing by the entrance to the small alley between beds.
You gasp and look up at him, being too invested in what you were doing to notice someone coming up to you. Acting on instinct, you back yourself closer to the wall away from him.
Dae-ho puts his hands up. "I don't want to hurt you, just wanted to see what you were doing."
You take a look at his face and number. You remember seeing him yelling yesterday with his friend, as if he was a soldier. It had actually made you laugh, which was much needed in a place like this. You also thought he was kinda cute. Getting out of your defensive position, you shyly show him the small stones in your hand.
He furrows his brows and gets closer so he can have a better look, kneeling on the floor in front of you. He recognizes the rocks from the ground of the last game, but has no idea why you have them.
You see his confused look and sigh. "I was trying to play Gong-gi. I've never played before and it looked interesting." You let out a little laugh. "I'm not very good at it, though. I don't even know if I'm doing it right."
Dae-ho gives you a small smile. "I can show you, if you want."
You look up at him with wide eyes. "You know how to play?"
He grows a bit embarrassed and looks everywhere except for your face. "I have older sisters, we used to play when I was little."
Expecting you to laugh at him, he is surprised when you hold out the stones. He smiles and holds out his palm for you to place the rocks in, then moves back to make room between the two of you.
"You have to throw one of the pieces in the air as you grab the others, and you need to grab more as you go. You start with one each, then two, then three and one, then all four. After that, flip them onto the backside of your hand and catch them without flipping your hand over." He takes a deep breath as he rolls of the stones onto the floor. As nervous as he feels with you watching him, he knows he can do it. After all, he did just do it perfectly with guns pointed at him.
He quickly goes through the game, not dropping a single stone. When he makes the final catch and opens his palm for you to see, he finds your mouth open as you stare at his hand in awe.
"That was amazing," you say to him with a smile.
Dae-ho smiles and feels the heat rising to his face again. "You should see my sisters do it, they move so fast you can't even see what's happening," he chuckles, making you laugh. "Besides, I saw you do spinning top before. You wrapped it in seconds and got it to spin on the first try! I was always so bad at spinning top as a kid."
You smile shyly, feeling heat in your face. "It was my favorite game as a kid. I didn't have many toys, so I would play it for hours. I'd try to teach you, but I don't have a top."
Dae-ho smiles. "That's okay." He holds out his hand for you to take the stones. "You're turn to try."
You take the stones from him, scattering them onto the ground between you. You smile as you manage to get each singular one, but when you try to get two at once, you don't catch the stone in time. You let out a frustrated sigh, sitting back on your knees.
"You're doing good," Dae-ho reassures. "Try going for the ones that are closer together, and throw the stone a little higher to give you more time."
You nod at the advice and pick up the stones again. You get the first two, but lose it again as you try to get the second two. Though you get frustrated with yourself, Dae-ho never does, patiently watching you and giving you tips.
It takes more tries than you would like to admit, but you are finally able to make the final catch. You yell out in victory with a big smile on your face, and the man across from you does the same. You get a little shy as you see that your yells have got attention from the people around you, particularly that one judgmental old man who really has no right to judge anyone considering he has more debt than most people here combined.
When everyone looks away, you smile up at the man again as he hold him hand up for you to high-five.
"I feel so accomplished," you laugh, making him chuckle. "Thank you for helping me. It was nice to play a game and not have to worry for my life."
He smiles sadly. "I'm happy I could help. My name is Dae-ho."
You smile back at him and give him your name. "If we both get out of here, Dae-ho, I'll teach you how to get the top to spin every time."
"When," he says. You give him a confused look. "You said if we get out of here, but when we get out of here, I would like that very much."
You smile at him. "I'm looking forward to it."
Dae-ho spots your food sitting on the bed next to you and frowns. "You didn't eat?"
You look at it. "I wasn't hungry so I was saving it. I got so wrapped up in this game I forgot about it."
The man moves to get up. "I'll leave you to eat, then."
"You don't have to leave," you say quickly, making him stop and look at you. "I mean, I don't mind if you want to stay."
Dae-ho smiles and nods, sitting down again, this time next to you. As you eat, you both talk about yourselves, how you ended up here, your lives back home, anything that comes to mind.
"What are you going to do when you get out of here?" Dae-ho asks you when your food is long gone.
You sigh and shrug. "I'll pay off whatever debt that I can, but besides that, I really don't know." You look at him. "What about you?"
"I'll pay off my debts, too," he says. He takes a deep breath before looking at you, feeling his nerves rising. "I also think that I'd like to take you to dinner."
His nerves calm as he watches a smile slowly take over your face. "I'd like that."
Dae-ho smiles. "Then it's a date."
When it is time to go to sleep, Dae-ho can only think about how he is going to do everything he can to make sure the two of you get out of here alive.
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goaskangel ¡ 1 day ago
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dad's bestfriend!nanami x reader
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a/n...had really good ideas 4 this and it kinda WORKED OUT??? i fu want more lmk!! im a sucker for older dudes (and ONLy them) nanami will save us all EEK. also i see hiromi as y/n's father, that's what i had in mind writing this!!! THIS HAS SLIGHT CORRUPTION STUFF, LIL GUILT STUFF, LOTS OF KISSIINGGG
you usually paid no mind to the people your father brought over. mostly colleagues or just a few friends to drink and converse with in your shared apartment. one friend he’d seem to bring over a lot had caught your eye. as if his ever-changing ties and snug khakis weren’t enough to make you grin, his mannerism was much too attractive. greeting you respectfully, listening and chuckling to your rare comments and jokes to their discussion over drinks in the kitchen. getting comfortable to just speak to you while your dad’s out or busy with something, always listening with intent. 
it’s so sexy, you think, your hands up to your face as you lay to your side in bed. dreaming conscious thoughts of what his big hands would feel like on you, or the same breath he smokes out against your neck. your guilt no longer dragging you down after all this time. 
once, you sit close to him, smiling and trying to make your staring of his ringless finger unnoticeable. he wonders, aloud, how don’t you have a boyfriend? you shrug, “jus’ not very interested.” you smile when he chuckles, most likely at your thought process. part of you hopes he doesn’t ask what you're looking for because you’d go straight to overworked suited-men. skip over the blonde and big traits just to seem more vague. of course you were interested, you were interested the moment he mentioned he had no family. no wife, no kids. just focused on his work and drinks, a few cigars and baked goods. the absence of your father to run a quick errand wasn’t helping, your eyes zigzagged down his undone tie and exposed blue button-up, his blazer down beside him. you’d thought about taking the garment or increasing the loft’s heater just to see him get all worked up and hot but being this close to him gave you the same thrill. the topic of marriage came up.
“you shouldn’t wait too long, i waited too long.” he says with sincerity. 
“hehe. with all truth, mister, i think you’re doing it on purpose. you are handsome.”
he sits up at the title, a confused smile at his face, “yeah? i could say the same thing about you, pretty.”
god, if you were any worse, the first time he’d use that petname you would’ve pounced on him sooner. “dad says guys my age are after one thing and i agree. you wouldn’t disagree with my dad, would you?” your head tilts and waits for a response to your bratty remark. “well, i suppose your father knows a thing or two.” he nods, crossing his arms. your eyes trail again, watching the toned muscle flex casually against his rolled sleeve. you swallow the pool of spit in your mouth. 
“he’s strict, though. haven’t you noticed?” you get up from your seat and walk to pour yourself another glass of water, “doesn’t ever let me have anybody over.” 
“uh-huh.” his brown eyes stare at you intently to understand your point. 
“it gets lonely, mister.” instead of sitting back down, you stand right in front of him. placing your glass on the glass table. his arms now rest out on the table as he traces delicate circles on the rim of his half empty cup of whiskey. “i obviously can’t tell my dad that so i’m telling you and i just know you’d understand.” your hand rests atop his and slowly curls under his big palm.
he clears his throat of the sudden nervousness, “well, yes. i know that feeling all too well.” you hum a response when he turns his body to face you better. you mumble gently, “my dad won’t be home.” your hand squeezes him tighter. you notice how his brows furrow just the slightest bit as he lowers his head down, letting out a small sigh. but he doesn’t oppose it. doesn’t move when you lead his hand down to your hip, the tips of his fingers riding up your shirt. so pliable, his other resting hand now being guided up, up, up your shirt. his warm palm against your much softer skin. “won’t tell anyone, nanami.” 
his breathing is shaky and his eyes seem to have gotten heavier, but he scoots almost off the seat, to get closer. his vision glued onto the bump of where his hand is underneath your shirt, beneath the wire of your bra. 
“i’ll let you do anything you want to me.” fucking hell, you made this so fucking hard. 
“you’re damn irresistible.” he slurs through his teeth, swearing to himself that his mouth dried when you gripped his hand to squeeze the fat beneath your breasts. you feel dizzy, so good that he’s not resisting, that he can’t resist. he kneads and gropes the side of your hips and thighs, getting closer to your ass. impatiently, he stands and manhandles you closer to his bigger frame. you hear how his breathing’s stabilized but heavier, his expensive cologne finally hitting you when you lean up against his neck. he damn near groans when he gets his hands on you properly. dragging his hands on your back, pushing your body right against his much warmer one. your knees grow weak, if his grasp was any looser, you could’ve collapsed right on him. you take your arms and wrap them firmly against his broad shoulders and thick neck, moaning quietly against the veins under his ear. he feels his khakis getting tighter with every breath you take. a smile grows against your cheeks when you feel the slight stubble at his jaw, you kiss at it. 
still moaning between kitten licks against his mature skin, he turns to press his lips to yours. quick little pecks between breaths, he savors each one and quickly returns for more. the sour taste of his bitter whiskey intoxicating you from his much sweeter mouth.
“been..wanting..this..nana–mi..!” you can’t contain your grown obsession to which he shushes you. nodding slowly against your mouth while he keeps your head in place. when you pull away, you take his hands and lead him into your open bedroom. the idea of your father coming home slowly fading the closer you got what you wanted. you got so eager when he sat you on the edge of your bed, standing between your hanging legs. your hands wanting to hold onto his belt, to slowly unbuckle it but he caught them beforehand, kissing and sucking on your soft wrists and forearms. his lips find their way to your neck and ear where he whispers. 
“it's wrong, i know. so, so wrong, but my god…” he holds onto your neck and carefully grinds himself into your clothed cunt, making you arch your back and buck your hips into him, whining. you could cry from all the teasing he’s doing. “shouldn’t be doing this, sweetheart…dad can’t know, okay?” he keeps his now firm bulge against you. you moan another cry and kiss him again a bunch, nodding, rubbing tongues and messing up the gel in his blonde hair. the very open door reveals the sound of clinking keys and chains, doors opening and closing. too dizzy and much too dazed to even frown, you just stare into his soft brown eyes. they get farther away as he gently lets you go, kissing your temple for good measure before heading to the bathroom, leaving you with shaking legs. hopefully his plans of staying over stays the case.
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boofeine ¡ 21 hours ago
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New Year's Kiss
pairing: seventeen x reader
genre: headcanons, suggestive
warnings: mdni, kissing, nothing much... it's kinda fluff
a/n: happy new year!!! wishing a wonderful 2025 ahead for you, and i hope all of your resolutions come to reality <3
tags: @huen1ngk4i @aaniag @svteensworld @kooqitas @unlikelysublimekryptonite @kwannibalism
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seungcheol runs to a taxi with your hands together, trying to hide from the sudden hard snow. you both sit breathless in the back seat, the air cold and funny as you both giggle around. the tip of your nose pinky that seungcheol finds cute and your plumpy lips way too tempting. "you look so cute" he suddenly bursts out, his palms hugged on gloves cagging your cheeks on an attempt to arm your face; but it just affects your stomach instead, the little butterflies as he stares your eyes and then your mouth. "can i kiss you?" he asks. your mouths connecting with the muffled cheers from outside telling you it's a new year ahead.
jeonghan has been flirting with you shamelessly for hours now. you know, you know this, you watch this happen with your group of friends a lot, you were just never the chosen one. he keeps teasing you, saying absurds and laughing later, you're actually getting frustrated... that's until you know it's a real thing. "thought new years would be a good place to start" he says when the clock is approaching midnight. you ask confused what he means, and he simply adds, "i really like you, would you let me kiss you?" and when the kiss is said and done, jeonghan stares into your eyes and asks you out.
joshua is sweet like the gentleman he is. he hugs you softly, wishing you a happy new year, his smile making his bambi eyes tiny, making it hard not to feel a little in love. he stays in your embrace, a kiss to the top of your head "happy new year, yn-ie" he says, and you reply with your cheeks aching from so much happiness. he breaks the silence after a few minutes "can i make a wish for this year?" he says and you nod on his chest "i hope i get a kiss from you" he concludes. you swallow dry, finally looking up at him "you have to wish something else" you were a little mean, you think, because his whole face twists but you're fast to add "because this one is already coming true" you say coming closer as your lips finally fits together with a air of relief.
jun sees you laying on the door frame by yourself. people are starting to run around, screaming it's close to midnight. you stay there watching the commotion with a vision of the outside, that you don't even realize jun joining you. his low tone catching your attention when he starts to count down as everyone does. you look up smiling to him as he does the same for you, his sight moving up and then back to your face. as you follow his eyes, you can see the mistletoe just above you two on the frame, you can feel your face flushing when he shoots "i guess you own me a kiss" his steps coming closer, the fireworks exploding outside, not even close to your heartbeat as your lips touches his.
soonyoung pulls you up on his arms with a tight hug while the fireworks explode around you. you both smile happily as he twirls you around on his arms, greeting you the new year with warmth and so much happiness. everything happens too fast, your kiss on his cheeks getting on the side of his lips before he drops you down, and everything stops around you, the pinning stare as you both lean to a real kiss this time around.
wonwoo just bumps on you in the middle of the party chaos. that being the first time you two make yourselves known on the place. you stop, greating each other warmly, completely forgetting new year is soon and you both should probably go find your friends and family before midnight. you just keep chatting and updating each other of how your lives are going, the kiss happening so suddenly and naturally. the fireworks startling you both as you just giggles on each others mouths, accepting the new start.
jihoon hates to make you sad, and he knows that chosing to stay alone at home on new years is one way to do it. he stares at the snow going down his window, reminiscing the call that happened just a few minutes ago, with you, and how he wanted to say he was sorry. the bell suddenly rings, and jihoon comes to open the door, with your figure right in front of his eyes, wet hair from the rain as you embrace him in a big hug. "i wouldn't spend new years with anyone else" you say, your lips coming together with his and passion as the clock hits midnight.
seokmin was wanting this for a while now but never was able to gather enough courage. and when he finally does, it's not in the greatest scenario, but he wouldn't lose that one last hope. the loude music and chatting echoes in the room as you both dance beside each other. he suddenly comes closer "can i kiss you when the new year turn" he shouts, and you wonder if you heard it wrong around all that noise. the sudden confection making you flush. your head screams YES!! but you're unable to word it out. but when midnight comes, he will know your answer with your lips pressed on his own.
mingyu is just as clumsy as you. your ways of greeting each other happy new year all over the place. you laugh together when you almost bump heads before the hug fit. the smiles dying down when your heads move to the side together, both with the same idea of landing a sweet cheek kiss that turns into a peck when you reach each other's lips instead. your eyes go big, and your body stiffs, but none of you pull out as you relax on his embrace and just kiss.
minghao is one of those people that you meet without warning, he's a friend of a friend of yours that came along for the year turn. it's been a few hours of conversation, but you're sure he'll be someone to keep for the next year. you can already tell honesty is his cup of tea, and he proves you right when he openly tells you how beautiful and easy to talk you are. "that's been actually the best conversation i've had in ages" he concludes and you want to die in shyness, you feel little butterflies in your stomach and the way his perfect shaped lips move when he's talking makes you want to try it. you go silent and he askes... as he is, you answer honestly "i was just wondering how your lips might taste", "you can try it out" he says and your lips meets more times than the whole year throughout this night, making it not different on midnight.
seungkwan promises to take you home after the new years party you both were. it's just on the door of your apartment that he makes out with you in the back of his car. it comes at a surprise how into it you are and how his hands hug you perfectly as he kisses you. the hot air around you both blurrying the windows as you just see the smug flashing lights from the fireworks that announce you it's a new year. "Happy new years, yn-ie" he says, caressing your cheeks as if you haven't kissed as you were hungry for it minutes before. — (edited from ripe clementines :D)
vernon had joked about it, how "funny" it would be if you get too tipsy on new years and ended up kissing each other. you laugh it out but he looked a bit too serious to be kidding. new years came and none of you were nearly drunk. just chatting and gaming until midnight. when it's close, vernon comes to you "turns out we are not tipsy nor kissing" he plays and you think 'what a shame', either way it's not from neither of your personalities ending up on this scenario. you decide to be bold and reply "is being drunk a requirement?", "to kiss me?" he asks, cleaning nonexistent dust from the tip of his nose while you just hum, looking up at him. "you can kiss me if that's what you asking" he's smiling but you're serious, coming to peck his lips before giving a real kiss that is very much welcomed. as the last seconds of the day ends, another year being gone, you think 'what a happy new year'.
chan spends new years with you every year since you were teens. he's someone you know from a family friend with yours, you both kinda grew with each other in small gatherings like this. night felt particularly different this time around, he grew a lot and suddenly talks and acts like a man, but jokes like a kid as always, has you laughing from literally anything he says. for chan, he knows his ways, he has a eye on you since forever and he finally sees a chance that he wouldn't waste. gathering all the courage to ask you out, he's surprisingly met with your lips on his. you just kiss and say nothing as he melts, feeling like he's in a dream... he will take it as a yes. maybe that's the magic of a new year.
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everythingseasoning ¡ 1 day ago
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Love, forever?
vampire! suguru x reader
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vampire! Suguru x reader. includes: a blooming rivalry between Satoru & reader for Suguru’s attention. New vampire lore. Angst: Suguru battling his inner demons, distancing himself from reader to protect her: we start off the story with heartbroken reader, and the emotionally oblivious, playful, talented and sexy vampire! Satoru going after reader (for reasons you’ll learn about in chapter 1). this story kinda has parallels to Geto’s canon angst as well. eventual smut.
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Ch. 01 Teaser // NOTE: if you saw the teaser already, I’ve edited it a lot and added in more juicy dialogue & scenes ;) feel free to read it again, I recommend that.
The drink is nothing short of young and dumb, the blend of tooth-rottingly sweet flavors hitting your taste buds as you stare holes into Suguru’s back. You can see the sculpture of his muscles and beautiful bones through his tight tee, your ex’s sculpted body turned away from you. He’s speaking to a girl you had heard about— the life of all parties, pretty, smart, and fun. You take another swig from the plastic blue cup, hoping the heaviness in your heart would be soon forgotten. Yogurt, sherbert, coca cola, and cheap alcohol would be your poison of the night, you think, swallowing down the concoction as tears prick your eyes.
“Another one of those people who drinks their troubles away?”
The voice amidst the bass and booming music causes you to turn, your eyes meeting striking blue ones. Snowy hair rests soft and thick on his head, your heart skipping a beat to see such a beautiful stranger.
If you were being honest, you weren’t in the mood to talk to somebody else— not when your heart was still tied right onto Suguru’s. You love Suguru, you really do. The recent past haunts your every waking moment. And even in your dreams, he’s there, smiling, chuckling as you braid his hair, reading a nonfiction book while your fingers thread his silky locks; He’s watching you with a fond smile as you run ahead of him in the campus garden, jumping amongst the flowers; Holding you as the two of you kiss— his soft, supple lips meeting yours in that familiar dance and tangle. In your dreams he’s still yours. You both made up. In your dreams, things are warm and right again.
When you wake up in an empty bed, with an aching heart, it just feels cruel. The light slipped away again. You thought you had it. You had your dream come true only to realize it was just that— a fucking dream. There’s no respite from the memory of all his adoration, thoughtful gestures, all the times you’d stare mesmerized as he sat focused, his eyebrows pinched as he worked… The way he felt when you were wrapped in his embrace— being fucking cared for— you missed him bad, with every fiber of your being.
He’s still all you can think about. You’re at this damned college party because, even a month after he’d broken up with you, all you wanted was to be close to him, to see him. It’s pathetic. Knowing he’d be here, knowing you’d be tearing your heart open again, the wound freshly cut back open— and still, you came here. How many times had you stalked his social media despite having been removed from his following?
“Cat got your tongue?” The beautiful stranger breaks you out of your thoughts, forcing a reply.
“No—” you start to say, raising your voice. It’s just barely audible over the clamor of the party.
“Really?” He butts in, raising an eyebrow. “‘Cause it seems like there’s some hard evidence against your statement.” His small smile is as unconventional as it is disarming.
“And you are?”
“Satoru Gojo, if you haven’t heard about me already. I go to a different university. A better one.”
You roll your eyes, scoffing. “And why would I know of you?”
The stranger, Satoru, just tilts his head ever so slightly, his smile unwavering as he replies, “Your head is under a rock, is what I heard you say.”
Confusion flits across your face before your mouth falls open slightly, a feigned look of offense stretched on your features. You feel like ignoring this pesky stranger. You glance away for a second, in search of Suguru’s back— the spot he’d been standing in holds a different person, somebody you don’t know, somebody you’re not at all interested in. You frown, scanning the crowd.
The stranger, Satoru, waves a hand in front of your face. You look up at him, annoyed.
“Why are you talking to me?”
“What? Need a reason to talk to a pretty girl?”
“That’s an overused line,” You shout back, the music so loud you can barely hear yourself. Your attention shifts away from the snowy haired man, back to the sea of party goers. You desperately search the throng of buzzing chaos. No sign of Suguru. Just dancing, mingling, kissing, drinking, the typical activities going on under the strobe lights. Fuck.
Suguru, where did you go? Please… Your heart feels like it’s a rock in your stomach. Please don’t tell me you’re fucking her right now in somebody’s bedroom. It’s not my business— but I can’t stand the thought of it—
Satoru chuckles, and you look back at him, unable to hide your expression of pain. You’re about to excuse yourself to find a bathroom to cry in, when he speaks again.
“You’re right. How should I flirt, hm? Wanna coach me? It’ll lift your blues, too,” His smirk would’ve had you folding had you not met Suguru. But you did cross paths with the raven-haired man— collided and intertwined, more like— and now nobody compares to him. Nobody would ever be him.
“Not really. Excuse me,” you begin to say, before turning slightly, about to slip away—
“Suguru is my best friend,” the stranger says.
You freeze, whipping around now to face Satoru.
“He told me about you— first time he ever told me about anyone, actually. Suguru said you were somebody he actually loved.” Satoru’s cheeky expression has been wiped off, replaced with one of aloof nonchalance and detachment. It’s almost eerie, but your attention is elsewhere.
You’re at a loss for words, eyes caught on Satoru’s, hanging onto everything he says like maybe, just maybe, it means that Suguru wants you back.
“He’s had his fair share of flings and hookups, after all.” Satoru teases, smirking again, bending down to your level.
“I thought I was losing my best friend to a weakling.” His breath is surprisingly chilly against your face. “Turns out you were never the one. Sucks that you couldn’t make him stay.” You feel everything shatter. “Sucks for you, I mean,” Satoru finishes. He leaves out the part where he gloats about being the one Suguru has always admired, and stuck with.
You’re shocked, mouth hanging open. Confusion, hurt, anger, betrayal— all the feelings clash like giant waves crashing against one another inside your heart.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Satoru grins, shrugging. “It means what it means. But I’m curious,” he says, leaning closer, his pearly teeth glinting red under the strobe lights, “What is it about you that had Suguru caught up on ya?” His lips graze your cheek, his voice in your ear. “I don’t get it.”
You slap him before you can realize what you’re doing. Violence is not the answer, but this time, it sure as hell felt like it. Your fingers sting, your panicked thoughts a running train. Did I just? Oh my god! I didn’t— I fucking did—
“I— I’m sorry—” you stammer quickly, eyes wide in shock at your own actions. Satoru is eerily emotionless, staring down at you with those startling ocean eyes. You shiver despite the heat.
“Hm.”
It’s all he says. You open your mouth to speak again, blinking—
And he’s gone.
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A swig of the liquor causes the liquid to slosh in the green bottle.
“Thought you liked shy girls, Suguru?” Satoru pokes, a red handprint on his cheek. He’s kicked back on the couch outside the bathroom, grimacing when the alcohol hits his tongue, spitting it out back into the bottle.
“I do,” Suguru replies calmly, a streak of bare skin showing amidst the shaving cream on his face. He runs the razor back down, taking off more of the fluffy white foam.
“Yeesh. Can’t believe we used to drink this shit,” Satoru sticks his tongue on dramatically, tossing the full glass of alcohol across the room. It lands right in the trash bin with a clang. “That’s where it belongs,” he huffs.
“So?” Satoru prompts, kicking his feet up. “You realize she doesn’t fit your ideal type, right? Why’d you get with her for a whole year, man?”
“She was shy at first,” Suguru says softly, a glint of something like pain in his eyes. He catches Satoru’s gaze on him in the mirror and the glint disappears. Satoru doesn’t notice, now peeling open a candy from its foil wrapper. “And I told you already, Satoru,” Suguru continues, sparing his friend an exasperated glance. “I love— loved her.” A blip. A mistake so quickly covered that if it was anyone but Satoru, they’d miss.
Blue eyes pierce Suguru.
“But it wasn’t going to work out. Love isn’t meant for us. You and I… We’re not meant to be with humans,” Suguru murmurs, looking at his face in the mirror. It was myth that vampires didn’t have reflections. They did. Something the myths forgot though— vampires always have some sort of change written in their eyes. There will be some sort of difference from their human form, hidden in their eyes, after they turn. Suguru touches his eyebags, dark and heavy. That’s not what changed. No. His warm, earthy brown eyes had turned purple the night Satoru turned him. Rich amethyst irises gaze back at Suguru. He wishes he didn’t recognize them. Now he’s stuck dealing with people commenting on his “cool contacts,” for the rest of eternity. Suguru exhales deeply, softly, his still, dead heart aching.
“Being undead with a vital thirst for human blood will do that,” Satoru ho-hums, blissfully unaware of the insensitive nature of his obliviousness.
Suguru is silent, continuing to shave, but the blade knicks his skin. He curses quietly.
“So,” Satoru speaks with the chocolate melting on his tongue, grateful that at least his cravings and delight in sweets didn’t change when they turned, “You don’t trust yourself to be around her without hurting her. But you were with her for a year, doing well for a year. What do you say changed?”
Suguru dabs at the blood dripping down his otherwise unmarked face. It would heal, his skin would be perfectly smooth again in a day, not a trace of his mistake, or scar, would remain. All wounds heal within 24 hours for vampires.
“My urges got insatiable. Blood bags weren’t enough,” Suguru says curtly. Despite the battle of breaking up with you being long over, Suguru’s mind is a war zone. I couldn’t even look at her… without… needing to taste her blood. His fists clench on the marble sink. It got bad. I almost hurt her.
Satoru stares at his best friend, knowing that in this silence, his mind is a maelstrom. Suguru sees Satoru’s unflinching gaze, but remains quiet. He knows his friend won’t understand.
Satoru presses on anyway, nodding like he’s bored.
“Right. You can’t suppress your urges right now. That happened to me too. The second year is the hardest.” Satoru was the one who turned Suguru, after all. “It helps when you just feed on multiple pretty girls a night and compel them all to forget. You could’ve had both, you know. Her and human blood from others. You’re so mopey now.” Satoru’s callous remark piques Suguru’s irritation, a flame of anger burning in the raven-haired man’s chest.
“I won’t do that and be in a relationship.”
“I saw you feeding on that random chick an hour ago. But you’re still grumpy. You move around like you’re actually dead, Suguru. You torture yourself by still caring about your ex. She’s nothing special. I don’t get it.” Ah. The truth comes out.
Suguru’s eyebrows knit, his mouth pressed into a firm line as something dark flickers in his eyes.
“Satoru. First off, I only feed when they consent first. We both do that, and compel them to forget. And my ex, she has a name, and she’s worth something even if you can’t see it. Just shut up.”
“And what worth do you see in her?”
Suguru is silent for a moment. How could he convey the light and warmth that you were in his life? He’d died twice, once literally, once figuratively, and yet— you brought him back. “…She’s… good.”
“And?”
Suguru’s temper flares. “You just don’t get it, so will you just leave it?” He snarls, fangs involuntarily popping out.
“You’re such a grouch nowadays,” Satoru huffs, before popping another chocolate into his mouth. He gets up, stretching.
“Well. I need to feed again.”
“Be safe about it. And I’m not referring to your safety,” Suguru says sternly, his whole head turned to look at Satoru now, some white foam still on the man’s face.
“Yeah, yeah, mom, I got it.” With that, Satoru pulls his black coat over his lean, muscled body, a wolfish grin on his face as he slips out the apartment door.
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You’re intoxicated. It’s two AM and you’re stumbling around campus like a fucking idiot.
Well how about that? Satoru spies you from across the quad, your movements sluggish and uncoordinated. His veins buzz with electricity, and he knows: he is still very much alive despite the coldness to his skin, the lack of a heartbeat in his chest. What else could you call the rush, the thrill he’s got right now, except living? His urge to feed has grown exponentially.
He slips through the shadows.
You nearly jump when a tall, dark figure appears before you, looming over you.
Snowy hair shines in the lamplight, blue eyes flashing like glaciers, staring right at you. You swear they flash red for a second.
“You again?” You slur your words. You aren’t scared. He’s Suguru’s best friend, which means he by extension must be a good guy. Almost as if he hears your thoughts, Satoru grins. His teeth are brilliant, his canines shining ivory and glistening like expensive accessory jewels.
If Satoru was being honest, this was perfect. The golden chance to get Suguru to forget about you and move on, so his best friend could finally look and be alive again, the two of them happily slaying the vampires that hurt humans— this chance just seems to have fallen into Satoru’s hands like a magic star that grants his wish.
“Hey,” he nearly purrs, slinking around you as you take a step forward— stumbling a bit— cold fingers grip you firmly, holding you upright.
“You’re fucking making me freeze even more!” You retort, snapping at him as you yank your warm arm away from his cool grasp. You were more than tipsy, but you recalled his rudeness from earlier.
“Just trying to help. You sure aren’t shy, huh?” Satoru remarks.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” You spit out, the question giving you both Deja vu.
“It means what it means,” Satoru grins. Deja-fucking-vu. You were getting fed up now, huffing and mumbling under your alcohol-tinged breath an insult that Satoru’s super hearing picks up on. He stifles a laugh.
“Wait,” Satoru calls out. You don’t turn around or slow your pace. He strides up to you in two quick, lengthy steps. He bends, entering your vision, his teeth sharp and protruding from his close lipped smile. Were they always that long?
“I’m great at reading people. And as much as you want to deny it, your heart is beating faster around me.” He suppresses his urge to poke your ribcage, directly over the beating muscle.
“Shut up,” you growl.
“You could make me, you know.”
He keeps up with your sluggish pace as you try to make your way back to the dorms, struggling to reply.
“There you go again with that cliche flirting,” you snort.
“And here I am again, asking if you’re offering lessons. Though the better question would be if you’re even qualified to give them,” Satoru grins.
“What do you want from me? Don’t you think it’s weird to be flirting with your best friend’s ex?”
You think this will shut him up. That, or he’ll have a lame excuse. And for the first time in this second conversation you’re having with him, his answer changes.
“If I’m being honest,” he speaks in a rich, velvety, low voice, and you almost feel entranced, your feed stopping, your gaze resting on Satoru. “I’m doing this for him. And about what I want?”
You sway in the chilly night breeze, barely registering anything but the sound of his voice.
“I want to know if you’d let me bite you.”
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muxshwriting ¡ 2 days ago
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Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x reader
summary: Feyd realises how much he misses his wife despite seeing her everyday || warnings: grovelling?, guilt, violence, anger || word count: || masterlist
read the precursor to this: voiceless
REQUEST: would you be able to write a part two to voiceless, where feyd becomes more interested in spending time and being seen with his wife, even around others while she grows more content without him (maybe finding other people/friends for company). kinda like a “falling in love too late” kinda thing? thanks sm ❤️
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You had withdrawn from your husband, done the bare minimum that was expected of you. It was what was expected of you, and the members of Harkonnen High Society were glad to see you taking your proper place. It seemed the only person not enjoying your new role was you. Even your husband was far more contented by having his days without bother and to not be questioned everytime he did anything.
But as time wore on, it started as the little things Feyd noticed he now lacked: the small glances you shared with him across the table, a squeeze of his hand before he stood, a gentle kiss to greet him. Now he ate alone, with you eating in your own chambers. You greeted him in the morning with a cold nod, no words exchanged.
He wondered what you did with your days, supposing you now lived a very lonely existence. He supposed that was the life of all noble woman, for that was the tradition of Geidi Prime and House Harkonnen, their women were nothing more than grabs for power and means to an heir.
But the more he thought, the more he doubted his family’s tradition. His familial tradition was to murder one another, why should he follow a tradition that would have his son murder you once he came of age. Perhaps tradition needed changing, perhaps he would pay you a visit, invite you to join his some days. Then again, maybe that was guilt. And Feyd-Rautha didn’t feel guilt, for anything or anyone.
“Wife!” His voice echoed as he walked into your shared chambers one evening. You were sat reading a book and glanced up as he entered.
“Yes husband?” You replied to him, placing your book down and moving to stand.
“I want to accompany me tomorrow.”
His words sent a wave of confusion through you. There were no noble visits scheduled in the coming days, nothing that would require you by his side. “Accompany you? May I ask where?”
“To my duties.” Feyd said it like it was obvious. “I have been neglecting my duty to you. Is it an offence for a husband to require his wife’s company?”
The words were said without true care behind the words and you felt your stomach twist as you reached for your book once more. “I regret to inform you that I have engagements tomorrow that I must attend to.”
“Cancel them.”
You look up at his incredulously. “Excuse me? I cannot simply cancel my plans on a moments notice because of your whim.”
Feyd bit back his anger at your rejection, ignoring the sting of pain that sat at his heart. “Very well. When do your engagements cease?”
“I am a busy woman, I barely spend a day alone nowadays. Forgive me for not keeping my schedule free and spend my time wallowing in loneliness. I can free up the day after tomorrow. Is that satisfactory for you Na-Baron?”
His wife’s coolness towards him made him doubt his intentions in the first place. Finally, he nodded solemnly, turned on his heel and exited the chamber.
Unknown to Feyd, his wife had been finding her entertainment and pleasure in other ways, finding any way to spend a day with others. It had began with her handmaiden, just a few hours helped a friendship blossom that then extended to her friends within the servants. They had created a bond that could not be broken, a space where they were not servants and she was not Na-Baroness.
Many of the servants were slaves from off-world, much how she was a slave to her husband and had been ripped from her own home and her own family to join his. There was a solace in their space she knew Feyd would not understand.
True to her word, she joined Feyd days later, sat in her seat at the breakfast table, and followed three steps behind as she did in the beginning. But there was no longing threaded into every move she made. She did not long for his love anymore, there was not a begging for attention and affection. You didn’t go out of your way to squeeze his hand or press a kiss to his cheek.
Feyd had been expecting your affection. And yet you showed him none. He was your husband but he would not be your lover.
He wished he could be, an affection from you only to him. He wanted the devotion of his wife the same way he wanted air to breathe but you would not be his air. You had found a contented life on Geidi Prime that did not involve bending to your husbands will and crawling at his feet for his love. You would perform your marital duty and spend your days in your chambers or in hidden rooms with your friends where your duty would escape you and your title would be worth nothing.
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oh-no-its-bird ¡ 19 hours ago
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Ok so, bringing this back actually (shout out to @rosyhatake for making me remember this exists w their comments just now)
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Ok but no bc now I'm thinking about Tobirama struggling to figure out what the FUCK kinda relationship he's supposed to have with Minato and Kushina as Kakashi.
He goes to dinner with them and Kushina goes, "I told you to call me Kushina-neechan, didn't I? ;)" @ him, which she's been trying to tease him into calling her for YEARS— only Tobirama goes ahead and calls her neechan and suddenly the entire table just. Falls silent.
Kushina starts to tear up a little and Tobirama scrambles to figure out what the fuck he did wrong, bc she literally told him to call her that???? Should he have not have???? Was it a trap??????????
(In the background, Minato is wilting like an overwatered plant bc Tobirama has been calling him Hokage-sama all dinner)
Umm Butsama just kind of being an asshole and Tobirama getting to experience the joy of a good family in Kushina and Minato. He misses Hashirama but he's also getting to learn what it's like to have a big sister (and whatever Minato is)
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Minato giving Tobirama silly fluffy missions is also extra fun bc like. Kakashi probably wouldn't have been fooled by these so called "important duties", but Tobirama would be even more unimpressed bc he doesn't fucking know Minato. There's none of the respect and dependence and history there between them. There isnt even the basic "you are my Hokage" loyalty there bc Tobirama is new to the idea of a Hokage ad a whole
So while Kakashi may have been dumped with a mission of taking care of a litter of puppies and went ",,,,this is fucking stupid but it's what my Hokage commands. I guess."
Tohirama is dumped with a mission of taking care of a litter of puppies and just. Gives Minato a disbelieveing, judgmental stare. Is this seriously what he does in his free time...? Chichuie would lose his mind if Tobirama ditched training to take care of a litter of puppies while on the clock
Thinking also. The summoning contracts being linked to their souls, and both Kakashi and Tobirama having their contracts at this point.
Tobirama tries to summon his snow leopards and they arrive confused and angry, bc a) who is this brat, who smells so strongly of Hatake dogs, and b) Tobirama's been dead for decades, so they ain't buying his story that easy
Meanwhile Kakashi tries to summon Pakkun, but he hasn't been born yet— so he gets dumped into the wolves summoning realm. Oops!! Idk where that'd go specifically, but like kid Kakashi in Tobirama's body getting a big ass wolf summon on loan maybe?
What if he finds Sakumo's old wolf summon when young,,, ooo that could be fun,, they wouldn't remember Kakashi, and also probably wouldn't know Tobirama— but let's go with half Hatake Tobirama here, so they smell Hatake on Kakashi and kinda pick him up by the scruff bc of it.
Oooo on that note actually: Kakashi being able to learn ab the Hatake clan while they're still strong and prevelant (which also kinds contrasts Tobirama learning ab the Uchiha which is fun)
To those who know ah my Hatake ocs, including the timeline I usually work off of, Tobirama is actually directly related to Kakashi— which also maybe plays into why this body switch happened to begin with —Tobirama's mother was the twins sister of Kakashi's grandmother, Hatake Haruka
So like. Kakashi getting to meet his grandmother for the first time ever— who also already knows and has a relationship with Tobirama, which adds even more drama bc Kakashi is tripping over his feet trying to play it cool as he "introduces" himself to his grandmother.
And Haruka is looking at him like ??? What the fuck got into her nephew ??? Did u eat something weird Tobirama? Are you sick? Should she be worried?
But just. Kakashi learning about his clan and getting to meet and interact with members he never even knew existed. Could be cute
I have a couple more vague thoughts (rin being around / izuna interactions / kakashi and his doomed quest to save uchihs lives / someone mentioned obito ghost marriage which could be interesting / just in general the thought of Tobirama trying to piece together who tf Obito was, to give his eye to a non Uchiha / etc.)
But I'll leave it here for now
Body swap through time Kakashi and Tobirama at like, ages 12/13ish
Kakashi wakes up as Senju Tobirama at the height of the Uchiha/Senju conflicts
Tobirama wakes up as Kakashi in the lead up to the Kyuubi incident
They're actually alarmingly similar in skill level and personality, so they're able to get away with the switch on a surface level, even to those who know them well. But problems very quickly arise when it comes to fighting or anything that requires knowledge of history
""Tobirama"" taking to the field with a totally different skill set and jutsus than he's ever used before (Izuna is taken so off guard, it gets bad, fast)
""Kakashi"" suddenly does not seem to respond to any ANBU signals or codes, and where as before he was a shoe in for becoming an ANBU captain he suddenly seems to be fucking up at every other opportunity. You'd think the guy WANTS to lose his job with how suddenly awful at it he is, but he's Kakashi. There is no world where that kid fucks anything up on purpose
They're both definatley in a "holy shit I can NOT tell anyone ab this" position— Kakashi would probably be fr killed as an imposter, and while Tobirama would probably be ok (especially since Minato would be in charge of his detainment n stuff) he doesn't know that?? As far as he's aware, he is in enemy territory and will act accordingly.
Kakashi doesn't know how tf to interact with Tajima or Hashirama, but especially Tajima. He probably uses the wrong forms of address for people bc Tobirama uses more old fashioned honorifics than Kakashi is used to (Anija/Chichuie vs Nii-san/Otou-san)
Kakashi refusing to kill Uchiha bc like, village loyalty fuck you. Also just in general he probably has feelings ab killing anyone with a sharingan on multiple levels. But not just not killing them but going out of his way to help— these aren't his Uchiha, yeah, but it definatley fucks him up to see ANY uchiha die when all his life Uchiha = konoha = his people
Oooo, Kakashi instinctivley channeling chakra through Tobirama's eye after a solid couple years of getting used to the sharingan, possibly accidentally doing,,, something there. Idk what tho but SOMETHING
Meanwhile Tobirama is in that stupid fucking village of his brothers (that he will not shut up about, especially at that specific age) and its???? Real??????? It worked?????????? Huh.
He's surrounded by Uchiha and can't find any Senju (Tsunade just left the village rip Tsunade) but if he investigates it looks like the Senju died out naturally? Impossible, it has to be some kind of Uchiha plot—!
Hes also struggling to come to terms with there being a STOLEN SHARINGAN IN HIS FUCKING EYE !!!!!!!! Made extra super fucked up by the difference in intense hatred and taboo of bloodline theft in modern/warring era (with it being even more taboo in the warring states, like THE ultimate evil to any shinobi)
Maybe he, as Kakashi, is supposed to go to like special Uchiha class where they teach him ab the Uchiha n stuff bc of the eye, and Tobirama is sitting there eating all this shit UP (enemy intel!!!) But also, like, lowkey brainwashed kid brought up to do nothing but kill this one specific group of people, literally being forced to at least pretend to embrace their culture. He's in such a unique position to learn from and about them, and it'll probably end with him being some kind of sympathetic.
It helps that in modern Konoha, where the Uchiha may be considered overly traditional/religious, that's actually just Tobirama's normal. So there's also this added layer of "being around the Uchiha feels the closest to home / least strange than being around literally anyone else" which just pisses him off even more tbh
I'm tempted to say that somehow Rin is still alive just so I can have that one specific Rin and Kakashi queerplatonic codependent relationship from my other post, and then Rin being the one to finally notice that Kakashi isn't Kakashi anymore
Both Tobirama and Kakashi kind of piecing together the life stories of each other, immersed in eachothers histories and paths without ever directly interacting even once. Constant wonderings ab what the other boy was like / might do here, and if they're really so similar that no one has noticed the switch and all those implications (bc on one hand, that's good!! But on the other hand uhh— has anyone at home noticed...? Bc if not, fucking ow??? But also like, probably for the best tbh.)
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Sorry to bother you but I gave a question about Slundblaster.
Is he related to Soundwave or Shockwave or both???
Since I saw your SG post about them calling him their son.
So would that make Soundblaster and Sparkplug cousins or something else? Im really confused, btw I love your character designs in other fandoms. Keep up
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Okay so depending on the continuity, characters backgrounds will change.
In the main AU, Shockwave had feelings for Soundwave. But Soundwave was devoted to Megatron, Shockwave was very salty. He would then go on the artificial create a new version of Soundwave that would be his ideal version. However since it’s Shockwave we’re talking about, the new creature was… kinda fucked up looking (almost looking more like Shockwave then Soundwave). Thus creating Soundblaster.
No actually relation to Soundwave himself because the point of his character is to be what Shockwave thought Soundwave was like, not what he actually was.
Now going to Shattered glass Soundblaster.
In this, Soundwave and Shockwave are absolutely devoted to one another. Neither of them ever having any romantic feelings for Megatron, just being his good friends. SB is also a weird test tube baby but it was with good intentions. Sound and Shock though the human concept of “a child that’s like it’s two parents genetically” was rad as fuck and just went with it. As to why he looks like that…. Yet again, it’s Shockwave.
In the OG universe, Soundblaster has no tangible connection to Soundwave, and in the SG universe, Sparkplug has no tangible connection to Soundwave.
I know it’s very complicated but I’m just trying to make sure there’s no weird implications going on.
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mossyeyeballs ¡ 1 day ago
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Coming to tumblr bevause I trust y’all more than google and TikTok
WHAT the hell are the Sonic characters ages. I was told by both of my closest friends that Sonic and amy were 15, knucks and shadow were 17, rouge was 18, and tails was either 8 or 12.
I was told by my girlfriend that they were those ages but add 1 to all of them.
But I was also told by multiple people online that they were all like mid 30s but shadow was 50
And THEN I was told that they had no canon age bevause sega took them away fairly recently, but even if that were true it feels so odd treating a character as an adult who was considered 15 up until only recently.
(For the record, I’m aware shadow was made in a lab 50 years ago. What i was told was that if he is a teenager it’s only physically and mentally, but he’s BIOLOGICALLY 50.)
Only reason I ask is because, like I said, I thought it was established that they were children, even googled it to make sure. I thought it was a worldwide understanding that they were all children besides rouge. So when I found a ship edit of rouge and Sonic I got a tad confused. I know 15-18 is only 3 years, but that’s a lot when you’re younger, so I asked in the comments “isnt rouge 18 but Sonic 15? /genq” and I can’t stress the amount of backlash it’s currently getting me dawg. People are angry at me for that one little sentence.
“He’s 33! He’s ageless! He’s an adult too! Sega removed their ages, anything goes! He’s 15! He’s 16!”
I just want a straight answer so I stop looking stupid I suppose? I’m also genuinely curious?
If it’s one of those things where it’s like “their ages are up for interpretation, think what u want and ur right” kinda like hatsune miku (even thoguh I also thought we all agreed she was 16) but even WITH that, Sonic is treated as and referred to as a kid throughout the movies and shows numerous times. If he’s an adult, you truly can’t say it’s within the games or shows, I refuse to believe you. Games, I could understand? But even in sonic adventure 2 he didn’t feel at all like a grown up to me.
Maybe I’m not woke enough idk /ref but if it’s not that serious please lmk NICELY. It’d just be awesome if I knew they were children or not before I keep getting Sonadow porn on my fyp, thanks.
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I would like to know more about ghost wombs in Danny phantom, I really loved the the fics about them and the implications of them. Kinda just one see a fiction of Danny being bombed by Vlad or Pandora or walk and what would happen after that.
Oh, no, my old curse coming back to haunt me. Ahhhhh take a Pandora.
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Danny hadn't thought much about it when Pandora invited him back to her palace after they'd gotten her box and the Box Ghost squared (heh) away. He'd helped her, and she wanted to say thank you. It wasn't as if it hadn't happened before, even if it wasn't exactly common.
They'd talked for a while, over sandwiches. Pandora seemed interested in what he did as a hero, how his thermos worked, and things like that. They were, she had pointed out, doing similar things, and his thermos was remarkably like her box.
Then, they'd walked through Pandora's gardens. The hedge mazes had seemed higher than they had before, their twists and turns tighter, more frequent, more disorienting. The Labyrinth, she'd explained, responded to need. There had been a need for Danny to get past it, so it had been simpler, the magics in it that kept ghosts passing through earthbound not as strong.
After a while, they'd turned back towards the palace.
"There is something I want to show you," said Pandora, once they had left the maze. "Something important."
Danny looked up at her, confused. He'd thought they'd gotten all of the important stuff out of the way already. "Did something else get stolen?"
"Nothing like that," said Pandora. "But considering how our interests align, it is something you should see."
Danny nodded. He wondered if it was going to be something like the Cave of History in the Far Frozen.
They walked under a columned porch. Water flowed across the marble in what looked like specially cut channels.
"The Lethe," said Pandora. "Be careful, a single drop can make you forget everything."
"Everything?"
"Everything."
Danny shuddered and pulled his feet up underneath him to float instead of walking. "That sounds dangerous."
"It is," said Pandora, "but some things need to be protected by more than walls."
Hesitantly, Danny nodded. He could understand that.
They crossed into the building proper. The floor was a maze of little streams and a dais rose out of the center like a tiny mountain. Pandora flew ahead of him, towards the dais. Danny hesitated for a moment, then followed, wary of the water.
On the dais was a plinth, and on the plinth was a... It wasn't quite a box. Or, it was a box, but it wasn't cubical. It was cylindrical, with a round lid. The sides were painted in detail.
"Go ahead," said Pandora. "Look inside."
Danny glanced at her, then looked down at the box again. He reached out and touched the lid's handle, offsetting it slightly. There was a rushing sensation, as if the box had been filled with wind. Danny blocked his face with his hands and arms.
When the wind died down, he lowered them and looked around. The room was entirely different. It was small and dark and round, and there was so much ectoplasm in the air that it felt wet. Other than the glow of the ectoplasm, the only light came from an odd, crescent shaped skylight high overhead.
As he watched, the skylight waned away to nothing.
.
Outside, Pandora closed the lid of the box, making sure it had settled into it's proper place. She patted it, gently, thinking of the child inside. Before too long, he would be changed. Remade. Reborn. And then she would let him out into his new, second life.
Taking him was, admittedly, a bit of an impulse decision, but how could she not, when they were so similar? When he had come to help her? When he was so young, so unformed?
But it would take time.
She turned and left.
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ashton-sano ¡ 2 days ago
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Addicted to you, Dontcha know That You're toxic~?
Now Playing🎼♬ ♪ ♫: Blue Lock boys as boyfriends: Red/Beige flag edition
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(Beige flag, if you’re not already aware, is someone whose behavior isnt exactly toxic but not entirely healthy or normal either)
Characters Included: Oliver Aiku, Micheal Kaiser, Otoya Eita, Tabito Karasu(Lowkey my man), Ryusei Shidou with Bonus! Sae Itoshi
*Note: these all happen to be characters I'm a bit bad at writing for so do bear with me :3
Been a while, hope ya likey! Tell me whatcha want more of. I'm gonna keep up the Blue Lock content because season 2 has me in a chokehold :3
Oliver Aiku (His is kinda cheating since it focuses more on before you were dating, my bad)
%Oliver Aiku, who was a highkey weirdo when you first met him, his person surrounded by a myriad of women after a particularly good game when his gaze landed on you. He approached and was stunned at your indifference, provoked to get your number regardless. It took a lot of asking Groveling to get it from you, a jab at his pride but he’ll live. Even after the first couple of months of meeting him, you can’t say your opinion of him would stray much 
%Oliver Aiku who can’t stop staring at you, just locked onto your features. You’re such a vision, the thought of you can’t leave his brain even as he sits with someone else. He spends hours awake just letting his mind wander to you, envisioning what you’d look like in his arms, what you’d look like under him, what face you’d pull as he’s taking you in this very bed
%Oliver Aiku with a Mountain of pride, that shakes and buckles at the idea of you rejecting him. The thought of someone else having you does more to him than you not feeling the same way. He’s determined to have you, even if he forsakes parts of himself for you. He’ll make himself seen around you more often, he puts more thought into how he speaks and acts around you, and he's more protective when it comes to the men who speak to you, even going as far as to flirt intensely. You mindlessly brush it off as his usual antics so much that you miss the way his eyes fixate on you as though you’re the only thing in his world
% Oliver Aiku who is a pretty sweet boyfriend all things considered. You consume so much of his time that he can’t find any to look at others, although he still has his Casanova ways. He teases you for your jealousy but never agrees with you, always stating that his heart is as good as yours, no question. Which he ends up proving in more ways than one. (Freak -.-)
Micheal Kaiser (Clap it up for me guys, I can’t stand this man but i’ll write for him for your enjoyment)
%Micheal Kaiser who has severe affection issues and effectively avoids any from you. It's confusing since he always initiates but at a safe distance, so he’ll flirt and play prince by kissing your hand and junk but can’t cope with the thought of holding each other tenderly and just existing for one another. It takes a lot of unpacking and patience to get him to be more comfortable with affection so intimate and raw with you. 
%Micheal Kaiser who only tones down his superiority complex when you come to watch his practice/games. This comes with a story.  At first, he was about as stuck up as usual with his respective teammates and you decided to visit his practice since you had the time. Unaware of his rivalry, you strike up a conversation with Isagi between breaks. Safe to say he wasn’t happy. God forbid you two exchange numbers; all hell breaks loose. After that petty fight, you swore you’d never come to visit him if he kept harassing his younger. His team thanks you for rounding him out with that threat as practice has gone much smoother since then
%Micheal Kaiser who talks to you in German when he’s sure you can't hear him i.e. sleeping, distracted, etc. It's weird because he knows you aren't listening and still can’t bring himself to say it in English. It’s typically romantic rambles or sweet l love you’s. Either way, it's always cute when he mutters a string of his native tongue to you. You won't tell him when you can hear him, or that you’ve picked up on what he’s saying, no way he’d admit it
%Micheal Kaiser who is iffy about how you interact with Ness in particular. Mainly because you aren’t fond of how he treats the poor boy and end up doting on him. That in turn makes him harsher on Ness which keeps biting him in the ass. After months of this merry-go-round, this stubborn king finally concedes to easing up on Ness as long as you quit giving him so much of your time. He might explode from the bubbling jealousy when you even mention your worry about another
(I believe in pathetic! and whipped! Kaiser because he radiates that energy, argue with the wall-3-)
Otoya Eita + Tabito Karasu (…..yes, I believe in Bi! Karasu and Otoya, they just seem like the type to be gay for each other specifically. I just feel like they’d be better as a throuple rather than individually, they already get along well so why not.)
=3Otoya Eita + Tabito Karasu! who have such a weird compatibility overall, god knows how they landed a stable relationship. Karasu carried when it came to confessing cause Otoya is no short of a moron with it. Karasu had been conditioning the albino for a month now to keep him from saying anything dumb and ruining the whole thing with his foolish womanizer ways
=3Otoya Eita + Tabito Karasu! who love on you in such drastically different ways. Tabito’s affection is warmer and gentler as he applies more thought to his moves and speaks in turn, he lacks technical experience but makes up for it with attentiveness, finding weak points isn't his strong point in soccer alone ya know. Otoya takes on a less careful route, he does what comes naturally, some from what worked in previous relationships. It has earned him a few berating sessions so he strays away from it these days.
=3 Otoya Eita + Tabito Karasu! who get along typically but nearly always fight over you. Insisting their methods are better than one another, you've been caught between several of these battles before. Then again, getting sandwiched between them as they please you from both angles wasn't a bad place to be, they'd even compete to see who makes you louder. It was akin to a game to them, which almost makes you wonder how much they actually care to compete. Perhaps they just need an excuse to manhandle you as a tag team.
=3 Otoya Eita + Tabito Karasu! who decimate any guy that dares to approach you. Karasu will make certain to pick out each flaw he spots and poke fun while Otoya eggs him on with a smirk; the both of them looking down on the man with disgust and heckle him till he screws off. This has in fact gotten you kicked out of several restaurants, which then leads to you scolding them and they insist it won't happen again….did that guy just stare at your ass? 
Ryusei Shidou
=3 Ryusei Shidou! who is 16 shades of insane right down to his feet. Nothing he says is classified as normal, no matter his true implications. You’re subject to filthy jokes whenever, god forbid you wear anything particularly eye-catching to him; It's all over. He's certain to let you know how fine he finds you and if that means ass smacks or pervy comments, he’ll do it without question.
=3 Ryusei Shidou! who has a weird obsession with Sae that you're not sure if you should bring up. You don't mind the redhead and as a matter of fact, you two get along swimmingly since you both remain on a similar degree of apathy that (gets him off) he enjoys. Most time spent with him is Sae sending his regards and applauding your resolve. The three of you together is heaven to the blonde, it's actually weird. You two could be berating him and his smile would be a mile wide. Please don't ask him what he’s picturing, it's not worth knowing.
=3 Ryusei Shidou! With bonus: Sae Itoshi! A Threesome with the three of you would be like; it makes him explode? just thinking about it. Perhaps he’d want you two to have your fun while he watches, just forced to watch and watch till it aches. Then again he’s too impatient and would get hasty. The look you two would give him makes him shiver down to his toes. No doubt you'd edge and force him to the brink over and over without relenting just to teach him to be patient if he wants to be rewarded. This freak would never learn and do it again just for the attention. Someone sedate this man…and me for writing this ig.
=3 Ryusei Shidou! w/ Sae Itoshi! who somehow became a throuple without realizing it??? Like neither you nor Sae are quite sure when but soon enough you all were exclusive and naked in bed covered in each other's marks. You two mesh well, it's just annoying how big and smug the perv’s grin is when he wakes up, was the bastard planning it all along?! The morning after was some harsh whiplash, especially with how natural it felt. 
Bonus (no, I don't have favorites…)
 Ryusei Shidou! who just can't get enough of having his two favorite people around. He doesn't have to play soccer just to harass Sae, he can do it right at home! Best of both worlds if you ask him. With Sae Itoshi! who puts up with it because you're so sensible, he almost wants to date just you at times with how pestering Shidou gets. He actually makes good conversation with you which is a breath of fresh air from the demon attached to his hip. And Y/N! who learns to grow fond of Sae, it's easy to see why Ryusei likes him. One thing for certain, you know to never tell Shidou that, you’ll never wipe the smile from his face and no amount of glaring and harsh comments from you two is rocking him off his high horse.
(I definitely got carried away. I like Ryusae Throuple a lot, it scratches my brain. If you want more of it, maybe I could make some exclusive headcanons?)
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Past Lives pt 6.
Wednesday x witch!reader
"I've got this strangest feeling."
"This isn't our first time around."
Summary: During Outreach Day, you and Wednesday try to get information on Joseph Crackstone.
Warnings: emetophobia (I will mark the section that has this)
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Bag over my head for optimal disorientation, wrists tied tight enough to cut off circulation, and no idea if I'm going to live or die.
They pull the bags off Y/n and I's head with a light blasting into our faces.
"Who dares breach our inner sanctum." It's clearly Bianca putting on a voice.
"You can take the mask off Bianca." I state with disappointment in my voice, looking to Y/n who is still adjusting to the light
Bianca takes off her mask and dims the projector that was blinding us. The rest of the organization does the same revealing some faces I recognize and names I know.
I feel the rope tied around my wrists moving by itself, untying the knot. I hold the rope after to not draw suspicion. "Wait, I preferred you with it on."
Bianca makes a teasing expression with her face until Xavier joins. "How'd you get down here?"
"Rowan showed us." I realized Y/n likes feeling involved, so I try to show her involvement in my words.
I motioned my eyes down towards my left hip. "Left pocket."
Xavier moves first and finds the drawing Rowan gave us in my left pocket.
"We tracked the watermark to the Poe Statue then we solved the riddle."
"Wait, there's a riddle? I thought we just snapped twice?" The boy with a black eye, I assume the one trying to sabotage the Poe Cup says while the rest of the organization groan.
"Well, aren't you the brightest in the bunch?" The boy stares at Wednesday with an annoyed, yet unconfident look.
"The Nightshades are an elite social club, emphasis on elite." Bianca states, refocusing the conversation.
"We have parties, campouts, the occasional midnight skinny dip." The girl who I know as Enid's friend speaks for the first time.
"And Yoko's an amateur mixologist, She makes a killer virgin mojito. It can get pretty wild." The snakes slither around Ajax's beanie at the thought of this 'killer virgin mojito.'
I was about to tease them until your voice fills the room. "Do you guys have scheduled play dates too?"
It seems I'm rubbing off onto her. "Last I heard the Nightshades had been disbanded." I say, trying to siphon any information I can get.
"Yeah, the group kinda lost its charter thirty years ago after some normie kid died." Xavier states, Yoko barely lets Xavier finish speaking. "But, we have a lot of wealthy alumni, so Weems looks the other way as long as nobody makes any waves."
"Someone like Rowan?" I find myself interjecting, trying to get as much actually important information as possible.
"We booted that loser last semester." Bianca's face was met with a look from Xavier, he clearly didn't like her wording. "Question is, what are we gonna do with them? Only members are allowed in this library."
The members look at each with uncertain looks on their faces for a moment.
"I say we invite them to pledge." Xavier is met with Bianca giving him a bewildered look. "They're both a legacy." Xavier points at a picture of my parents, unsure how he knows about Y/n's parents being past members.
"I'm a legacy?" I look to you, you have a confused look on your face.
"After the crap they pulled at the Poe Cup, there's no way in hell." Bianca speaks over you, not providing an answer. "You wanna talk about waves? She's a tsunami." She points specifically at me.
Does she not see you as a threat?
"Just because we beat you at your own game?" I involve Y/n back into the conversation. "Let me save you trouble, we're not interested in joining."
"Are you seriously turning us down?" Yoko says shocked, as if a secret society that has a bed time would interest me.
"Can you believe it?" I say in a teasing tone, Bianca and Yoko stare at each in shock.
"Untie her." Bianca demands, Xavier starts to move before I interject.
"Y/n untied us 5 minutes ago." I hold the rope in front of me while Y/n just drops it behind her. Bianca looks at you with shock. She clearly underestimates you.
I walk towards the exit with you following. The boy from before blocks the exit.
"Do you want a matching black eye?" I force the rope onto him as he moves out of the way. We walk up the stairs until I stop near the top. "It's amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad name."
We continue walking up the steps, leaving the library. "You're really good at that, the quips I mean." Your voice faintly reaches the library, fading away as you both continue to increase the distance.
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Wednesday and I are looking at the journal we stole while we stand in the quad, looking at the picture's contrast to the location.
"All students will report for their volunteer jobs at ten a.m. sharp, followed by a community lunch at one." Weems voice fills the quad as the students go quiet.
"As you know, this years Outreach Day culminates in a very special event, the dedication of a new memorial statue in town square. Which will also include performances by Nevermore students."
"How much you want to bet it's going to be a statue of Joseph Crackstone?" I whisper to Wednesday rhetorically.
"Who's Joseph Crackstone?" Wednesday whispers back, curiosity in her monotone voice.
"He's this pilgrim who led a movement to kill all the witches in town, and is the founder of Jericho. There's a reason magic parents don't send their kids to this school." I state, finding Wednesday staring at the picture in the journal before bringing my attention back to Weems speech.
"As representatives of our school, I trust you will all put your best face forward."
Teachers start handing out our volunteer jobs. I receive mine before Wednesday does and open it to discover that I've been assigned to Pilgrim World.
I audibly groan. "I'll be right back, I need to persuade Weems to change mine. I don't want to be volunteering at a place where I'll hear about other witches being burned all day."
I start to approach Weems, who's in the same spot. "Principal Weems, I don't think Pilgrim World is a good idea for me. I don't want to be hearing about witch burnings all day."
"I'm so sorry Y/n, I didn't realize. How inconsiderate of me. We'll have you switch with another student."
Wednesday approaches from behind before grabbing my elbow to drag me away from Weems. "She was just over exaggerating, she'll be volunteering at Pilgrim World."
I turn to Wednesday, asking with my eyes 'What are you doing?!' I find Wednesday's eyes staring at me back. She's giving me this look that she gives me while we investigate, but with a pleading look behind her eyes.
My face goes back to a neutral expression as the plan clicks in my head. "Wednesday's right, I'll be okay at Pilgrim World. I don't want to make it harder for anyone else."
Wednesday starts to drag me away. In the corner of my eye I see Ajax, who has his paper wide open reading 'Uriah's Heap'.
"Wednesday, may I speak to you for a moment before you both head off?" Weems says, stopping us in our tracks. I glance down at Wednesday's volunteer sheet to also find it says 'Uriah's Heap'.'
Before Weems starts talking I hold out my volunteer sheet to Wednesday with my back towards Weems, motioning my eyes to her assignment.
Wednesday immediately understands and switches assignments with me.
I immediately head to Enid who I overheard she also is volunteering at Pilgrim World. "Enid we need to switch assignments. Consider it a I scratch your back you scratch mine situation."
"What'd you get?" Enid asks, curiosity in her voice.
I hold up the volunteer assignment. "Oh this is Wednesday's." Enid immediately makes a face of disgust.
"No thanks Y/n." Enid is about to turn around to leave.
"Ajax will be volunteering there." My words make Enid freeze in place. She quickly turns back around with excitement on her face, jumping to switch assignments.
"Thank you! thank you!" Enid grabs me into a hug, lifting my feet off the ground. She sets me back down with the biggest smile.
"I won't forget this Y/n!" She says before running off.
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Wednesday and I approach Pilgrim World as the old timey music fills our ears. "Let's get this over with." I make eye contact with Wednesday before we follow the rest of the group.
I roll my eyes as we pass an old man in a pilgrim costume exclaiming about the times of witch trials.
"Hey Wednesday, wanna grab a hummers group photo?" Eugene states after watching some other students taking a photo.
"I didn't know you were friends with Eugene." I say to Wednesday, met with her turning her head to me before interrupted by a woman in a pilgrim costume.
"Good morrow, my young Nevermore kin. I am Mistress Arlene, a real OC." We're all silent for a moment. "An original colonist."
I run my hand over my face, already annoyed at what this will bring.
"Now prithee, put your cellphones on vibrate and make haste, for you're about to travel back in time to the year of our Lord 1625, to Jericho's first pilgrim settlement."
Arlene turns and starts walking with perfect posture, stopping before an old building.
"Behold, the meeting house. Inside is a collection of artifacts related to Jericho's most beloved and pious founder, Joseph Crackstone."
Wednesday and I turn our heads to each other to meet each other's gaze, as if we're communicating through our eyes.
Wednesday takes a step forward. "I haveth a query." I find myself smiling at her vocabulary.
"Pray, be quick, child." Arlene looks down upon Wednesday due to the height difference.
"In the meeting house, which of Joseph Crackstone's artifacts are on display?" She says, gaving up on speaking in old English.
"It's truly a treasure trove, including original farm tools, tableware, and even the Crackstone's family chamber pot."
"Sounds fascinating, Y/n and I volunteer to work there." She turns around to meet your gaze until Arlene interjects.
"Pray, no. That exhibit is being renovated. Today, thou will all be working at the beating heart of Pilgrim World.
I find Eugene, Wednesday, and I staring at the sign on a building.
"Ye Olde Fudgery?" Eugene says with a hint of excitement.
"More like Ye Olde Diabetes in a box." I find myself smiling at Wednesday's quip.
Arlene stands carrying a basket of pilgrim costumes. "Volunteers, prick up thine ears. Fudge is the lifeblood of our humble community." She pauses for a moment. "And samples equal sales, so grab a uniform and a box and make our forefathers proud."
Wednesday holds up the headgear with her index finger and thumb as if it's carrying a disease. "Are these for muzzling tourists?"
I'm standing outside next to Bianca giving away samples in the costume Arlene gave us. Bianca's pretending I don't exist, but it's not like I want to interact with her anyways.
I see the three bullies approaching Eugene who is on the floor. I preemptively put my tray on the floor and pull out my wand, slowly approaching before the situation unfolds.
-EMETOPHOBIA WARNING-
The three boys force Eugene to stand up. "Check out this greedy little freak."
"Please, I need to get back to the..." Eugene's stomach audibly rumbles. He gags for a moment before throwing up all over one of the boys.
-END OF WARNING-
"Get over here!" The boy grabs Eugene, directing him to a stockade nearby.
I point my wand at the boy. "Tarantallegra."
The boys feet stumble for a moment, soon finding a rhythm as he starts dancing with his feet.
"Dude what are you doing?" Lucas asks, one of his eyebrows raised.
"I'm not meaning to!" The tapping of his feet fill the field.
The other boy looks around and eventually ends his eyes on me with my wand by my side. He starts approaching my rapidly, anger written on his face.
"You filthy little witch!"
I instinctively take a step back before Wednesday suddenly appears. Standing between us. "Howdy Pilgrim."
His face changes from one of anger to fear, taking a step back. He turns around to go back to his friends. "Let's go guys."
They have to guide the dancing guy to where they're going, the dancing jinx still in effect.
"Thanks." I say, Wednesday turning to me before turning back around to go see Eugene.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
We're off to the side, Wednesday wiping at Eugene's clothes before turning to me. I approach with more napkins. "Don't you have a spell for this or something?"
"Not really." I crouch down next to Wednesday, helping her clean off Eugene's clothes.
It is silent for a moment. "Nobody's ever stood up for me before."
"You said Hummers stick together."
"I know this might come as a shock, but I don't really have any other friends besides you and Y/n." Eugene says with vulnerability in his voice.
I expect Wednesday to say something sarcastic, surprised when she's silent for a moment.
"You remind me of my brother, sans the desire to strangle him every waking moment."
Wednesday stands, looking down upon Eugene as he stays sitting. "Now follow me. I need to know more about this Crackstone."
I look to Wednesday, excited that we're finally about to do something besides volunteer work. "We have a meeting house to break into."
We approach the back entrance of the meeting house which is locked shut. Wednesday holds out her hand to Eugene. "Hand me your retainer."
It looks as if Eugene was going to say something in response.
"That won't be necessary." I pull out my wand, pointing it at the lock before making a circular motion with my wrist. "Alohamora." There are sounds of the lock shifting before it becomes unhatched.
"How many spells do you know?" Wednesday states, seemingly dumb founded at the range of magic I know.
I grab the lock before throwing it on the floor. "If you could do magic wouldn't you try to learn everything you can?" I open the door, leaving it open for Wednesday to follow in behind me.
"Keep watch." Wednesday directs to Eugene as she closes the door behind us.
Wednesday takes her backpack off, pouring Thing out of it onto a display case. Wednesday takes a moment and stares at the statue in the center.
"Wednesday check this out." I call to her in front of a painting. "Is that the girl you said you saw in your vision?" I point to a girl with blonde hair in two braids.
She approaches the painting, her eyes going wide. "She's also holding the same book."
I turn to investigate more, seeing a black book in a display case. "Like this black book?"
Wednesday quickly approaches the display case, staring at the book. I point at the book. "Codex UmbrarĂźm, that's latin for-"
"Book of shadows." You both say simultaneously before Wednesday opens the display case, opening the book to find blank pages.
"Great, it's a fake." Wednesday closes the book looking at the back of the cover to find an Etsy sticker on the bottom right corner.
"I don't know who Etsy is, but I doubt she was an outcast settler."
I can't help but smile at Wednesday's lack of Internet knowledge.
My smile fades as the sound of the door opening fills the room, Arlene enters dragging Eugene in with her. "Just what the fudge are you two doing in here."
"Mistress Arlene, how now."
"How now, indeed. I proclaimed the meeting house is under repair. I know thoust heard me."
"I told them the door was unlocked and you both were dying to learn more about Crackstone." Eugene says, defending us.
"Yes, and this display case was already open." Wednesday glances towards the case, the book still in her arms.
"The books a replica."
"You don't say." I state sarcastically
Her eyes meet mine with annoyance. "The original was stolen in the early 90s from the Gates family."
"It was probably the only authentic thing you have in here, yet you still charge $29.95 a ticket?"
"Hold thy tongue. I'm reassigning you all, to fudge churning duty." Eugene sighs disappointingly while I give him an apologetic look.
"The original meeting house, the one in the painting, where is it?" Wednesday says, prying for more information.
Arlene sighs, giving up on being in character. "How the hell should I know? I only moved here from Scottsdale in April."
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Xavier heads to a table while wearing a weathervane apron. He notices Y/n and I. "I thought you both were supposed to be at Pilgrim World."
We both turned around. "Decided to leave before I lost my sanity." Y/n says with a smile while we approach the counter.
"Oh yeah? You two want a coffee? It's one of the many perks of this wonderful assignment." Xavier says with sarcasm laced in his voice.
"I'm actually here for Tyler." I say, met with Xavier looking at me with a disappointed look.
"I told you he was bad news."
"Y/n did too, but who I speak to is my business" I ring the bell. Shortly after, Tyler shows up from behind us. Before I see Tyler I see Y/n giving Xavier an apologetic look.
"You rang?"
Xavier looks between all of us, shaking his head before walking away.
"You want the usual?" Tyler asks, trying to ignore Y/n
"Something for Y/n as well, and your help." I turn to an empty table unfolding a map. "You know the original pilgrim meeting house, the one from the 1600s? You know if it's still around?"
"What's left is out in Cobham Woods, but it's pretty much a ruin."
"Show us."
Tyler points to a spot on the map. I quickly grab the map and start leaving with Y/n trailing behind me.
"That place is pretty sketchy, want me to help?" Tyler raises his voice so we can hear him before we leave.
"No." I say while opening the door, not even turning back to look at him.
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The sound of Y/n and I's footsteps echo among the trees of the forest, the leaves having shades of yellow, red, and orange.
When we both approach the building it's pretty much nothing but ruins of what it use to be, like Tyler told us.
After we enter I put my bag in the ground, Thing leaving the bag a moment later. Thing quickly speaks through hand movements.
"I expected more too." I say, looking down at Thing.
"What are you doing here little girl?" A man with a scruffy white beard and layers of rough clothes says while appearing from one of the corners.
"Use the words 'little' and 'girl' to address me again and I can't guarantee your safety."
"This is my place, get out!" The man shouts towards us both.
"Y/n a hand here." I looks at you with an expecting look on my face before you pull out your wand and point it towards his pants near his feet.
"Ignis Illusio." The pants near his shoes catch on fire, startling the man.
He hops on one foot, patting the fire with his hand to attempt to put the fire out. He makes high pitched groans of panic while running out of the building.
I look towards Y/n with a small mischievous smile. "Ignis Illusio, or fire illusion, is a harmless charm that merely creates the illusion of fire."
The smile fades after knowing it wasn't real.
I immediately start to look around again. "There's nothing here."
"What if you just started touching stuff? see if you can activate a vision or something?" You suggest while also looking around.
"My visions happen spontaneously, I don't believe that would work." Thing starts tapping on the ground to communicate with me.
"I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice." I see Y/n holding back a smile.
Thing gestures back to your idea of me touching stuff in hopes of triggering a vision.
"You want me to prove it to you?"
I place my hand on a wooden beam.
"No."
I head towards the wall, placing my hands on the mantle of a fireplace.
"Nothing."
I start to approach an empty Taco Bell bag.
"Wends, I think we get it." You say as I grab the bag, giving you a look for referring to me with a nickname. There is instant regret on your face.
"I bet this one will give us some insight." I hold out the bag in front of me and throw my head back, pretending to have a vision, before dropping the bag to the ground. I walk past you and, like usual, you start following me again.
"My visions are as predictable as shark attacks" I mutter to myself before grabbing the handle to the entrance and proceeding to throw my head back, actually entering a vision this time.
"Wednesday!" You shout before you go to catch me.
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My surroundings suddenly change as I stumble to the ground. I hear people chanting phrases like "Burn her!" and "Devil spawn!"
I look to the side and see a crowd of people holding torches, pushing a girl around the center of said crowd.
I go behind a barrel to watch from the shadows.
A pilgrim with a staff walks through the crowd. "Goody Addams!" He shouts, bringing everyone's attention to him, the crowd becoming quiet.
"You have been judged before God and found guilty." I look on in curiosity, trying to remember every detail.
"You are a witch, a sorceress, Lucifer's mistress herself. For your sins, you will burn this night, and suffer the flames of eternal hellfire."
"I am innocent." Goody looks up towards Joseph as she is on the ground. "It is you, Joseph Crackstone, that should be tried."
I look at Joseph Crackstone, now having a real face to name rather than a wax statue.
"We were here before you, living in harmony with nature and the native folk. But you have stolen the land, slaughtered the innocent! you have robbed us of our peaceful spirit!"
Goody, hiding a blade, quietly draws it to her side where no one can see it. "You are the true monster, all of you!"
Goody quickly stands, slashing the knife to Joseph's face, blood trickling down his cheek. The crowd grabs Goody by her arms in shock.
"The Devil ne'er sent such a demon." Joseph exclaims, slapping Goody with the back of his hand, the crowd cheering.
"And I will send you back!" The crowd starts pushing Goody towards the meeting house, Goody struggling to escape their grasp.
"No!" Goody exclaims before she is thrown into the meeting house.
I manage to sneak in before the crowd shuts the doors.
"Elsie!" Goody calls out while running towards a girl, the other girl I saw in my vision, rattling the chains that bind you to floor desperately. Her long white hair tangled to the chains
I can see her face this time and instantly recognize it as you.
"Goody please, listen. This is my time, but it doesn't have to be our last time seeing one and other." Elsie says desperately to Goody, grabbing her attention.
"I need a string, any string please!" Goody, without hesitation, rips at a heam in her dress and rips it into a long string.
"Take my hand, wrap the string around our hands." Goody looks Elsie in the eyes with fear as they're interrupted.
"Set it ablaze!" is heard from outside as the sound of fire is heard and the sight of it on the walls. Goody looks towards where the words were coming from before being brought back by Elsie.
"Hurry please! I can't imagine another life without you!" Elsie cries with desperation. Goody, without hesitation, interlocks her open hand around Elsie's, wrapping the white string around the two.
Elsie closes her eyes and is silent for a moment to focus while Goody looks at her face, unaware to what is happening.
"Haec chorda semper nos alliget." Elsie starts chanting the incantations with fear in her voice, the string is starting to illuminate a red light, brighter and brighter.
"Quantumvis implicitum vel edoctum, rursus se invicem inveniemus." The string is the brightest it's been before it embeds itself into their skin, soon disappearing. Elsie finishes the incantation with a smile and tears falling down her face. "We will meet again I promise Goody." Elsie says with a painful, yet hopeful smile.
"It may be in a different form, or a different time, but we will meet again."
"I mustn't leave you here still" Goody desperately pulls on the chains on Elsie's wrist, she can't imagine life without her either.
"You must, avenge us Goody. You're the only one!" Elsie cries. "Go!"
Goody grabs her face as their lips touch for their final kiss, tears streaming down their faces.
"I love you." Goody says with glossy eyes, pain lacing her voice, before going to the fireplace to hide under a trapdoor.
"I love you too." Elsie says to herself her final words, with the same hopeful smile, waiting for the day they'll again meet.
Wednesday feels like she's moving backwards while staying in place until everything goes black.
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I abruptly sit up, waking up to the sound of rain.
I quickly acknowledge you over me with your wand out, casting a barrier above us acting as an umbrella.
"Y/n, I saw them! The people from my visions." I say while looking into your eyes.
There's something new in my eyes that wasn't there before, some sort of softness.
"Her name is Goody Addams, and I believe she's my ancestor from 400 years ago." You look at me with the same softness.
"Was there anything else in the vision?" You ask before you're interrupted by the sound of a footstep from outside the ruins of the meeting house.
I stand up, approaching the wall, with you behind me still providing safety from the rain.
"Must've been the man from earlier." You state, breaking the silence.
The eye of the monster peers through the hole. Pupil unnaturally dilated and filled with bloodlust.
You grab me by the elbow, pulling me back as the monster runs away. "Come on Wednesday we have to go!" You say while grabbing my bag after Thing enters it, handing me my bag with your trembling hand.
We're both running in the rain, mud splashing with every step, covering each other's clothes. I slow down after seeing unnatural foot prints.
You follow me as I follow the prints as they turn into human ones.
"The monster's human."
I say before turning around to you as you go to grab your phone to take pictures as evidence, accidentally dropping it on the ground causing the lens to be covered in mud.
"Shit." You exclaim to yourself, trying to clean it as fast as you can. We both hear footsteps approaching from behind us.
"What the hell are you two doing?" The voice of Xavier cuts through the air.
I quickly turn to him, startled at his sudden appearance. "We were following the monster."
"You saw it? Xavier says with a hint of fear in his voice. "Its here? Do you have a death wish or something?"
You find your way into the conversation. "What are you doing here?"
"I overheard you say you're going to the old meeting house, I guess its lucky I showed up when I did."
"I did learn one thing, the monster is human. We saw the monster footprints turn into human ones." I say after you finish getting the mud off the lens of your phone as you go to take a picture of the footprints.
"Shit." You say interrupting their conversation and they both look towards you, holding your phone sideways. "The footprints are gone."
Xavier scoffs before I look back at him. "I know what I saw." I look disapprovingly at Xavier, he's clearly annoyed about our interaction with Tyler.
"I'm trying to keep an open mind."
"How big of you." You gave me a look at the attitude I'm giving him. It's silent for a moment besides the sound of our footsteps.
"I do think you might be right about Rowan." Xavier breaks the silence.
Y/n and I glance at each for a moment. "Why the sudden change of heart?"
"I texted him again today. I said maybe we could meet up for spring break and go snowboarding like we did last year. This time he texted right back, said he wouldn't be able to make it."
"But I went camping with you and your family last spring break." Y/n adds. Xavier nods in response.
"Part of me wanted to blame his recent weirdness. I didn't want to think something bad has happened" He says, moving his wet hair out of his face.
"The cover-up is always worse than the crime." I state flatly.
Xavier stops in place, causing both of us to look back at him. I almost step out from under your umbrella.
"I want you to be honest with me. Why'd you two come out to the old meeting house in the first place?"
"I was trying to learn more about Crackstone. Figure out how he's connected to this."
"Yeah, you were trying to use your psychic abilities, right?"
I give him a look of confusion. "What makes you think I have any?"
"Lucky guess, when did they start?"
"About a year ago." I turn to keep moving, causing everyone else to follow.
"When they happen it feels like I'm touching live wire. I usually enjoy the sensation." I see Y/n smiling at my description
"But you can't control it and that freaks you out. I've lived with a self-described master, and the first thing he'll tell you is that visions can't be trusted. You only see a part of the image." Xavier explains while staring at the ground while he walks.
"I saw Joseph Crackstone in front of me as clearly as I'm seeing you now. He gathered all the outcasts into the meeting house and burned them alive." Your face tenses at the mention of burning more outcasts.
"Okay, he was a sadist asshole. So what it-"
I see your mouth agape, anger building in your eyes.
"A sadist asshole? That's it?! People who make those impossible stages on Mario Maker are sadistic assholes, this guy is a monster!" There is raw emotion in your voice.
"Y/n you know I didn't mean it like that-"
"You know witches were a primary focus in these hunts right? They were called 'Witch Burnings' for a reason!" The magic field that was acting as an umbrella was pulsating above Y/n and I. All the topics of witch burning of today has built up inside her till this point, pushing her over the edge.
"Y/n, I-"
"I don't want to hear it right now." You say loudly, your energy quickly depleating from your emotions. You speed up to walk ahead of the group.
I stand in the rain for a moment looking between you two before I follow you, leaving Xavier where he is as he stands there awkwardly. A few raindrops have gotten my clothes and hair wet.
You let out a big sigh, releasing some of the pent up emotion.
"Did you learn anything else from your vision Wends?" You ask with your voice trembling a little bit. It was clear you wanted to move on from what just happened.
I don't give her a look of disapprovement this time to the nickname, and it's not because of the situation. Ever since that vision something happened in the way that I see you, something that is willing me to tolerate your nickname.
I'm silent for a few seconds before glancing at you again. "No, that's all." I don't know how she'll react if I tell her that potentially our souls are connected and that we were lovers in our past lives.
The rain starts to slow down as you both continue walking towards Jericho, your clothes muddy and dirty from the rain.
The ceremony for Crackstone's Statue is soon, which I can't imagine you are excited about after all the events today.
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"It is my honor to celebrate our town's history and Jericho's former forefather, Joseph Crackstone. Now he believed with a happy heart, and an open ear, there was nothing our town couldn't achieve." The mayor is speaking into a microphone standing next to Weems in front of the new statue dedicated to Joseph Crackstone.
I'm sitting in the bleachers while Wednesday is forced to sit with the band with her cello. I found myself gripping the loose fabric of my skirt while listening to his speech. All the emotions of today building up.
I feel a gentle hand go over mine. "Hey, are you okay?" I find Enid's eyes looking into mine with concern.
My hands loosen up at the contact. "Yeah I'm okay, thanks for checking in on me."
She gives me a gentle smile before focusing back to the speech.
I zone out again, staring at the statue. Every word the mayor says goes in one ear out the other until I hear music playing.
The music isn't very good, which is also annoying to listen to.
I half way zone back in at the motion of Mayor Walker pressing a button, causing the fountain to activate.
The anger bubbles silently inside me until suddenly,
It's gone.
It's as if all the pent up emotion has evaporated from my body, met with the colors of red and orange centering my vision. The sounds of the band replaced by the muted sounds of screaming and panic. I can faintly hear the sounds of a cello rendition of Vivaldi's Winter.
"Y/n! Y/n! We have to go!" I zone back in to Enid pushing me out of the trance I was in. I witness the statue burning in front of me, seeing the face of the statue melting. I clearly hear Wednesday's cello over the panic vs how muted it sounded before.
Enid pulls me out of the bleachers by my arm. We start running down the street with the rest of the panicked crowd.
Did I do that?
Part 7.
Past Lives Masterlist
a/n: we're finally caught up to the preview guys! There are some differences in here compared to the preview so if you skipped that section in this chapter I'd recommend going back and reading it. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as it fried my brain to write :p
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cosmicpack ¡ 2 days ago
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I’ve been listening to the Ithica saga non stop and it got me thinking about my au where after the war the Galra want Keith to lead but when he refuses they come to the conclusion that whoever can convince Keith to marry them will become the new leader of the Galra empire.
Krolia and Keith scheme up an “impossible” task to try and hold of his suitors.
Stringing a bow. But the bow not only takes strength but knowledge.
Lance heard them talking about this and worried that the task is to easy goes to attempt it. He strings the bow.
He takes it to them like “Keith you’ve got to get a new challenge.”
At first Keith is thrilled. Lance not only attempted (meaning he wants Keith) but he succeeded. He gets to marry Lance.
He runs over and hugs Lance and is so excited “I was hoping it would be you.” He’s looking at Lance so fondly until the words catch up to him. Lance wasn’t trying to win him he was just proving he could accomplish the task.
Everyone around them is making a fuss about Lance stringing the bow and Lance is realizing that ‘oh he kinda just won Keith’s hand in marriage.’ And he’s excited because this whole nonsense of suitors coming for Keith has really opened his eyes to how much he truly loves his stupid mullet. He fells Keith pull away and starts to turn excitedly to talk to his now fiancé! When he sees a sad look on Keith’s face
Keith tells him that he appreciated him showing that the task could be done but he could put the bow back now. You don’t have to do the second part of the challenge seeing as your not looking to marry me’
Lance is standing there confused because “wait but you just said-”
“I know,” Keith cuts him off before looking back at him with the saddest eyes “I just thought you wanted me.”
The second part of the challenge was to shoot through 12 axes cleanly. A difficult task with even the best rifle but with an old bow near impossible. Lance doesn’t hesitate to line his shot up and clear it on the first try. He’s the sharpshooter for a reason.
He then turns to the shocked Keith. “I’ve wanted you since I first laid my eyes on you.”
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alasijia ¡ 2 days ago
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I'LL IMAGINE WE FELL IN LOVE
ft. subaru kagami, haku kusanagi, zenji kotodama
summary ; the hotarubi ghouls and lyrics from blue by yung kai.
notes : hi tkdb fandom i got roped up in this silly game and started writing for it. oops. sorry if they're ooc in any way, im still kinda new ... (ノД`)
SUBARU KAGAMI
"You'd be mine, would you mind if I took your hand tonight?
Know you're all that I want this life."
Subaru had never been one for physical affection. He'd feel far too guilty about having taken an nonconsensual glimpse into the other person's memories. Poor boy, really.
There's no difference in his reaction when your fingertips brush against his skin when you had picked up the sweet little treat Subaru had offered you from his hand. You barely even had any time to react before he started apologizing profusely, slipping on his gloves.
Subaru paused when he felt your hand on his skin again, images of your memories flashing through his head. He tried to pull away, only to find that your hand was wrapped tightly around his wrist. He looked up at you, an understandable look of confusion and surprise marring his pretty features. "I don't have anything to hide from you." Is all you say, with that sweet smile Subaru had fallen for. Your hand moves from his wrist, instead slipping your fingers between his own.
He finds himself unable to stop the pink dusting his cheeks, eyes wide.
You, however, took that as a negative reaction, pulling your hand away. But as soon as you did, his face fell almost imperceptibly, and he gently wrapped his hand around your own again.
Subaru thought it was greedy of him. He had everything already, fame, influence, the academy's trust, and so on. But he couldn't stop this feelings of wanting more.
No maybe not, because he would throw away all of those things if he could have you. You're the only thing he wants in this life.
HAKU KUSANAGI
"My love will always stay by you
It's stuck with you forever, so promise you won't let it go
I'll trust the universe will always bring me to you."
Haku has a playful and flirtatious aura about him that isn't lost to those he graces with his presence. It's simply in his nature – "a devilish charm," as Zenji puts it.
Him doing all these romantic gestures of giving you his umbrella or jacket, or walking you back to the cathedral after you've helped out in Hotarubi never really crossed your mind as, well, romantic. Though that seems rather silly now if you were to think about it.
But now you're wondering if this is all really just platonic when you find your hand on his chest, his heartbeat drumming against it steadily. It's faster than usual, you note. "Feel that? It's all yours, princess." He says in his usual playful, light-hearted tone. And for a second you want to reply with "Feel what? Your tit?" but the words die on your tongue as you catch sight of the distinctively soft gaze he has on you. The way he's looking at you doesn't match the tone he's saying those stupidly romantic words with, and you're not sure anymore whether you want to believe that this is all still purely platonic or that it's been romantic this whole time.
You don't say anything in response, but the way your body relaxes and you move to lean your head on his shoulder speaks volumes. Maybe you can't be together in this life, but the way he looks at you has you believing that Haku would find you in the next one, and the one after, and so on, no matter what it takes.
ZENJI KOTODAMA
"I think I'll picture us, you with the waves
The ocean's colors on your face
I'll leave my heart with your air"
Beauty can be found in anything. Zenji, being the artistic and passionate man he is, couldn't agree more to this statement. He finds beauty in anything and everything, even the seashell you picked up by the shore. He even wrote a poem about it.
Having been so distracted by Zenji's singing, you accidentally dropped the seashell, the object getting washed away by the waves. Without thinking, you ran into the water to chase after it, the small waves crashing against your feet as you trudged deeper and deeper into the ocean.
At some point, Zenji must have noticed you were missing, judging from his exclamation of "My dear! Be careful!" coming from behind you that the whole beach could probably hear... if he wasn't a ghost. Either way, his voice was enough to stop you from going any further, now realizing that you were knee-deep in the water.
You take a few steps back, a sigh escaping your lips as you realize and accept that that seashell was good as gone.
What you didn't realize though, was the way Zenji was looking at you. The moonlight casted a soft, silver glow on your face, highlighting your features. Zenji always knew you were beautiful, but this moment in particular, he could almost feel his heart beating wildly in his chest as if he were alive again. He truly felt like he could ascend right at that moment.
You had your gaze fixed on the horizon in front of you, and was only broken out of your trance as you hear Zenji start to compose yet another ode, only this time, it was about the fair maiden in front of him.
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fairlyang ¡ 1 day ago
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No Te Contaron Mal 🕷️
w/c: 2.5K
pairing: fwb!miguel o’hara x latina!reader
tags: 18+ smut. fwb to lovers, jealousy, stubborn to not tell him, finding out he kissed another girl, getting mad, folding anyway, sucking him off, then getting mad n jealous again, arguing, kinda toxic but funny, reciprocated feelings, dumb confession, making out, grinding, riding, unprotected sex, creampie
a/n: something so dumb and silly- y’all this song pisses me off every time i listen to it i HAD to finish this
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imagine just having a casual thing going on with miguel. you could call it a friends with benefits type of deal but you weren’t exactly going out with other people but it also wasn’t anything exclusive.
now the problem happened when one of your friends told you that she saw miguel kissing another girl at a club. something in that moment changed but you couldn't get yourself to admit that it was jealousy. especially when you made such a big fuss of it being something casual and nothing more.
so you did what you thought was best to get rid of even the mere thought of jealousy/your true feelings for him and just ignored him.
especially because you had gotten into a stupid argument yesterday which probably led to him making that decision in the first place.
the next day he texted you and the pure audacity of a man to want to fuck the night after kissing another girl was astonishing.
but he didn’t know that you knew and even if he did, he’d just tell you that you have no business to complain because you were the one that wanted something casual.
so you were fucked no matter what and folded anyway.
after he ate you out and made you forget all about your inner horrid feelings, you decided to repay the favor so you were between his legs on his bed sucking him off just how he liked.
his praise this time around had you feeling different, in a way made you shy and not want to look at him. so you closed your eyes, thinking it would help if you didn’t see him and that it wouldn’t bring the flashbacks of your heart being broken into little pieces from your friend telling you what she saw last night.
but yet his words now felt gentle, and for once in his life, loving. it was weird but nice. really nice.
you didn’t know what it was, just that your face felt like it was burning and your heart was fucking pounding. there was no way he knew but now it just brought up the question of why did it have to be casual?
why didn’t he wanna take you out to drinks to show you off to his friends? to kiss you in public like you were his? and even though he has you as a reliable booty call, why the fuck did he still feel the need to be kissing other girls?
you've dropped hints here and there, at times bringing your flirt game to extremes so he can figure it out himself but would apparently still be clueless.
if he wanted it to be something more he would’ve told you by now because some things he’s said makes it seem like he did. there was still a part of you that just had an inkling he might feel the same.
but although maybe you were just losing it since he literally kissed another girl last night.
the annoyance and jealousy quickly came back, pissing you off so badly and you couldn’t keep it in anymore. your eyes shot open and you pulled away from him, quickly sitting up and reaching over to put on his shirt to cover yourself while he looked at you confused and concerned, “why the fuck were you kissing another girl last night?”
he scoffed and shook his head in disbelief looking at your face to see if you were joking. he was quiet for a few seconds, absolutely shocked before finally speaking, “are you fucking serious?”
“eva dijo que te vió-“ (eva said she saw you-)
“es enserio…?” he says with the most dumbfounded look on his face, “please tell me you’re fucking with me.” (is this serious/real..?)
“me contó mal o que? ya dime para hacerme la idea de verdad.” you spat and cross your arms against your chest. (did she tell me wrong or what? tell me now so i can have the idea in mind for real)
you weren’t so sure what answer you wanted and knew you had no right to complain but still. this has been a situation for years now and even with all the arguments and the endless bickering, you've still stuck together and never swayed from each other.
until now.
“quieres hablar de esto ahora? ahorita mismo?” he asked and you scoffed, “cuando más?!” (you wanna talk about this now? like now, right at this moment?) (when else?!)
he tried his hardest not to laugh, knowing damn well if he did, you might just kill him.
he was shell shocked, and couldn’t believe this was actually happening. of all possible things he thought you’d be upset at or have to complain about that wasn’t even in his head as an option.
he never would’ve guessed that you knew otherwise he would have avoided sending a text in the first place.
“you’ve got me fucking speechless- i can’t believe this.” he mutters and you chuckle, "can say the same thing about you."
"don't do that-" he starts but you quickly interrupt, "don't do what?"
"you know what." he says calmly and you scoff.
there was a solid moment of silence for maybe a minute before finally he sighs and nods, “i’m gonna answer all your questions okay? but you have to let me finish.”
“fine.”
“no te contaron mal y ni te lo voy a negar.” he starts making you groan but he gives you a look before you could start to complain. (they didn’t tell you wrong and i’m not even going to deny it.)
“we kissed but that was it. maybe a couple times but it was only that.. okay maybe a couple caresses too but that was really it.” he explains and your heart starts beating faster with every passing word.
you give him a look and he sighs, unable to just not tell you the whole truth, “we flirted, i mean what was i suppose to do? you shouldn’t have an opinion on this given you practically cut me off yesterday..”
and before you could even begin to correct him, he just kept going,” and you know what, i got drunk because of you so if you think about it… this is your fault.”
you could only gasp then scoff before he immediately regretted it, shaking his head and coughing, “what i meant to say… that it was just one girl, and one is nothing. especially since it was just a couple kisses.”
“it doesn’t count as anything and truth be told, i couldn’t stop thinking of you.” he says, the last part making you gulp.
“just need you to know that you have me so fucked up in here.” he adds and points to his head.
“i have you fucked up?!!?!” you asked and he nodded.
“yesterday you went on another tangent that this is casual and i believe you said that nothing could change that so tell me, what the fuck changed?” he asked, sitting up and scooting towards you.
beyond annoyed, embarrassed, and lowkey ashamed, you were just about ready to do the walk of shame out of his apartment and drive your ass home. but he wasn’t going to let you.
there was determination in his eyes and you didn’t think you’d give him a confession in this point and time. let alone after being the one to always remind him it was nothing serious but yet it’s been serious.
at least it was on your end.
you’ve just been digging a hole to store those feelings in because after doing this with him for so long, you didn’t actually expect to gain something else for him that wasn’t purely sexual.
“i figured if i was the one to keep repeating this was as casual as can be then maybe…” you start then take a very deep breath before letting it out and looking away from him.
“then maybe i’d stop thinking of you in another way. or that i wouldn’t get excited when you’d text me or that i wouldn’t laugh at your stupid fucking jokes.” you explain, letting out a chuckle before continuing, “i just figured if i kept repeating the same thing over and over that i’d be able to convince myself that i didn’t like you. that this really is casual and that i haven’t lost it.”
you stopped and relaxed, taking slow breaths while you felt him scoot closer to you. you were already dreading this whole conversation and wish you could just fly away from your problems.
but unfortunately that wasn’t an option.
his hand went to your chin, gently bringing it up so you could look into his eyes. he had a stupid grin on his face while he just sighed and shook his head, “you’re too fucking stubborn.”
he moved his hands to your cheeks and brought your face to his, surprising you with a kiss while you gasped and quickly kissed him back. he smiled through the kiss, finding it to be sweet and freeing, given this was completely unplanned but not unwelcomed.
you quickly straddled him while he moved you both back so he could be closer to the pillows. your hands were already in his curls tugging on them while he slid his tongue into your mouth and his hands went down to your hips, making you grind against his hard on. you both moaned and you quickly ate it up, gliding your tongue against his while you grind against him bare.
his hands gripped your skin, somewhat tugging on his shirt wanting to take it off but you were making the kiss so hot and sloppy, he couldn’t be bothered to actually take it off you. he brought a hand down, moving his dick so you can slide on it better, knowing it won’t take too long before you get impatient.
but you weren’t, at all.
you were so caught up in the kiss that neither of you pulled away and didn’t feel the need to like you would any other day. hell, you never really kissed ever but after a confession like that, it felt right.
so you continued kissing him like your life depended on it while occasionally moaning into his mouth making him do the same.
meanwhile his hands were grabbing, and squeezing every part of your body.
up and down your back, on your thighs, squeezing your tits, pinching your nipples, smacking your ass. absolutely everything while you kept slowly grinding against his dick, leaving it all wet with your slick.
he was trying his hardest not to explode and just deal with the edging, as well as how warm and wet you were just because he couldn’t believe this was happening. he had to restrain himself, he didn’t want to waste a load that could easily be inside you.
you felt him twitching and your poor pussy was clenching, so you decided enough was enough and brought a hand down to his dick, lifting yourself up a bit and line his tip to your entrance.
he softly kissed you while you did so, just slowly lowering yourself down, taking him in and feeling him stretch you out. he tried his best to keep quiet but his head was mush and he was losing it.
once you bottomed out, he moaned in your mouth then pulled away, “fuck-“
you leaned your forhead against his and lifted your ass up just to slam down making him hiss, “eager huh?”
you chuckle and shrug, “maybe, may as well right?”
“seems you’re close anyway baby.” you tease making him playfully roll his eyes.
“some things never change huh?” he teases back and holds onto your hips, helping you come up.
he then makes you go down and you go back up again before he slams you down. you then do it all again but this time without stopping since you’d gotten enough practice to actually be able to ride him yourself.
he just very occasionally liked lending a helping hand or two.
and not just because he was greedy but also because he knew how much you love his touch. so it was to no surprise one hand was on your hip and the other came up front to squeeze one of your breasts.
you moved faster, wanting this to be a short ride so you could just lay in his arms afterwards and hear his own confession. at times he was a man of few words but tonight didn’t feel like one of those times.
especially not with how extra touchy feely and vocal he is.
it was like a miracle in disguise that you confessed, he was praising you like never before and even looking at you differently. in the best way imagineable too. maybe there was a chance he always has looked at you in a loving way or maybe it was just wishful thinking but it’s definitely the real deal now.
suddenly he grabs your head and you’re now looking over his shoulder, “your patience ran thin baby?” you whisper in his ear and he just grunts, “just hold on.”
you wrapped your arms around him and he did the same before he started thrusting into you making you jump and hold onto him tighter. he was fucking into you with ease, his thighs doing the work for him while you cried out into his shoulder.
your nails dug into his shoulder blade and back only motivating him to do it even faster. he was hitting your sweet spot so effortlessly and it was too good.
too good that you already felt your orgasm build up in your lower belly. you gasped and tried to control your moans but with his ruthless pace it was to no use and they blessed his ears anyway.
“baby i’m so close- fuck- it’s too much.” you whine making him let out a loud groan.
“it’s okay baby, i’ve got you. gonna cum so good for me, aren’t you pretty girl?” he murmurs amiing whimpers leave your mouth.
“i always take good care of you, don’t i?” he asked and you just hum, nodding.
you held onto him even tighter and lay your head on his shoulder as he thrusted harder into you. the sounds were even louder than before and him doing it like this made it feel ten times better just because he can hit your sweet spot deeper.
you closed your eyes shut as your orgasm hits your entire body, leaving you shaking and crying out while miguel spilled his load inside you also shaking. your body spasmed a bit and your walls entrapped miguel’s cock, making him groan and give one final thrust to ride out your highs.
you were both breathing heavily and holding onto each other while attempting to catch your breaths. miguel took deep breaths and laid down properly while you shifted around to get comfortable and lay your head on his chest.
he kissed the top of your head then your forehead and let out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around you gently. your eyes felt heavier by the second and the last thing you heard was him saying this was never casual for him before drifting off to sleep.
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runningincircl3s ¡ 2 days ago
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Nothing Ever After
Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro
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Chapter Twenty-Two
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I'M SO SORRY THIS IS A WEEK LATE!!! i'm finally home and i've been reunited with my laptop at last <3 i've gone over and edited this a few times before i left but i want to get this posted now as i'm currently sat here covered in hair dye ready to go out tomorrow?? (i kinda regret making new years plans) so if i don't come on here before, happy new year everyone!! :)
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You woke up to the sound of Folio whistling some song in the bathroom of the bus as he shaved the stubble from his face. Nicholas- who was in the bunk opposite yours- was still asleep, or so you assumed since his curtains were still pulled shut. You reached for your phone, wondering what the time was, but as you picked it up you noticed you had several messages in the night from Vinny? 
He had sent you a bunch of random posts on instagram, dancing cats and stupid memes.
You shook your head, smiling and sending just a question mark in reply. You finally got up from your bunk and stretched, knocking on the bathroom door to ask Folio if he was going to be long, you needed to pee. 
“Oh, y/n, do you have a moment?” Matt asked, and you spot him stood reaching into his bunk, retrieving something from his bag.
“Sure, what’s-”
“Can we maybe… Get off the bus first?”
“Okay.” You laugh in confusion, slipping on a pair of sliders and a hoodie of Noah's before following him off the bus. 
You were already parked up outside today’s venue, and you watched as Bryan, Jolly and Noah already began unloading the equipment and gear from the vans. You gave Noah a quick smile as you caught his eye, and he smirked as he saw you had stolen his hoodie.
The Motionless guys bus was parked opposite yours, and you watched as Ricky, Vinny and Justin got off. You gave them a quick wave, which Rick and Vin returned, but Justin shouted out a good morning. 
“Where’s Shae?” You asked, and Justin sighed. 
“The hotel down the street, getting princess treatment when I had to put up with Rick's sleep talking all night.”
“Couldn’t convince her to share a bunk?” Matt snickered, and he shook his head. 
“Anyway, what’s up?” You asked, diverting the two of you back to the reason you came out here in the first place. Matt wanted to ask you something. 
“It’s kinda weird, and pretty random-"
“I’m sure I’ve heard worse.” You chuckle, and you see Matt smile, looking down at the ground. Was he nervous? “Just go for it.”
Matt took a deep breath. 
“I want to ask Alyson to marry me, it's stupid I know.” 
Your eyes lit up in excitement as the corners of your mouth turned up into a grin. 
“Oh my god! That's the least stupid thing I've heard ever! I thought you two were already engaged?”
“No,” he shook his head, “You’re the first person I’ve spoken to about this-”
“Really?” You laugh, “Why me?”
“Because I wanted to ask you… how do you think I should do it? How would you want to be proposed to?… I’ve looked online and googled things but they all seem so cringey, I really love her and I want to make it super special.”
“I don't think I can speak for your girlfriend," you smiled ,"When are you planning on asking her?”
“Next month. She’s coming to a couple shows when we’re closer to home. I was thinking of doing it at a show maybe… But that would be impossible so I don’t know.”
“Maybe keep the ring on you at all times whilst she’s here so you can be prepared for any moment.” You smile, “I think it’ll be best if you don’t plan a moment, just let it happen naturally.”
“Matt! We could do with some help here!” You hear Bry call from the van. 
“Thanks, I will” Matt patted your shoulder, before calling back out to the guys, “I’m coming!” 
You make your way into the venue, still in your pyjamas, to use the bathroom. You notice as you pass by that the Motionless guys had already began setting up- and messing about. This was the biggest venue of the tour so far, and backstage there appeared to be a mini gym. 
As you walked in, you spotted Vinny and Ryan over dramatically lifting weights. Whilst Ricky filmed for his vlog. 
“I’m getting fucking swole!” Vinny’s eyes drifted over to you as you stood by the door, giving you a small smirk before putting the weights down. 
“Y/n!” Ricky turned the camera on to you, “Anything to say to the people?”
“Yeah, those muscles aren’t fooling anyone, I’d kick Vin’s butt at arm wrestling!” 
“Pfft! Wanna bet?” You heard Vin scoff from the other side of the room, where he had found a basketball.
"Fuck," Ryan groaned, appearing beside you, "I was hoping those two wouldn't notice this place."
"Why?" You chuckled, as you both watched Vinny and Rick play with the ball.
All of a sudden, you heard Vin shout "Y/n catch!" as he pretended to throw the ball at you, making you shriek.
All the guys found amusement in your reaction, especially Rick who had pointed the camera at you.
“Vincenzo!” You laughed, chasing him around the room, “You’re such a prick!” 
"Woah! What's happening here?" Chris laughed, walking in with Justin, watching the two of you.
"Young love." Ryan smirked.
"You really think those two...?" Justin didn't finish his sentence.
"I mean they seem pretty into each other... Maybe we need to give them a push!" Chris smiled mischievously.
"I'll push him," Rick chuckled, joining the others, "I dunno, if we're being serious I'd say she's more in Noah's lane. They just seem like friends-"
"Yeah, me too, definitely, that's just what I thought." Justin interrupts, "I mean... from what I've heard!"
"What have you heard?" Ryan asked, noticing the change of Justin's attitude.
"Oh, uh... I probably shouldn't say, Shae told me and I don't think y/n would appreciate-"
"You can't just say you've heard something and then not tell us!" Rick frowned.
"It's called being respectful, Richard." Chris crossed his arms, "But in this case I think you should tell us... It's not like we'll blurt anything out in an interview or online, right?"
Ricky and Ryan both shook their heads.
"Fuck." Justin sighed, "So Shae said that-"
However, they never found out what was said as Folio walked through the doors, full of more energy than usual this morning, and exclaimed with joy.
"Holy shit there's a gym?"
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Later on, you came back from lunch with Shae and Angela to find Noah, Folio and Ruffilo in the greenroom. They greet you as you sit down beside Noah, finally getting to work on the photos from the last few nights.
“It’s the Sumerian party tomorrow," Noah said, looking up from his phone, "I can't remember if I reminded you. Also, all the guys are coming too, it wasn’t only me who was invited.”
“Oh that’s great!” You smiled, “What’s the dress code?”
Noah shrugged. 
“I dunno. Formal I guess?”
“Well what are you gonna wear?” You chuckled. “A suit?”
“Oh, no,” he laughed, “I might just wear something similar to the stage outfits.”
“Really?” You furrow your eyebrows, as if to say is that it? “Well, I might have a dress or something laying around.”
“You’re coming too?” Folio’s eyebrows raised. 
“Yeah, she’s my plus one.” Noah announced, and you smiled proudly. 
“Is this gonna be you guys hard launching then or…?” Ruffilo asked, looking up from his phone, a hopeful look in his eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“You guys are not going to get away with saying you’re just friends after this.”
Your smile faltered as you scoffed.
“We are though.”
"I think we can tell them, Ruffilo's my best friend and I trust Folio like nobody else." Noah said under his breath.
"Tell them what?" You couldn't believe what just come out of his mouth.
"Yeah," Nicholas said, "What's going on?"
"We... Uh... You see we aren't together, we're not a couple, but... We aren't just friends."
"I fucking knew it!" Folio laughed.
"Noah what the fuck?" You screwed your face up, but before anymore could be said, the rest of the guys began to fill the room.
"When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love!" Vinny sang along to whatever song he was listening to as he walked into the room, singing to his phone which appeared to be his 'microphone'.
"Does he ever fucking shut up." You heard Noah mumble, giving Vin a dirty look as he continued singing along, everybody else seemed to used to it at this point.
"Noah!" You side eyed him.
"...Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did!" He was super into the song, screwing his eyes shut as he sung, before stopping quite abruptly. "Sorry guys, that's a banger. Actually I take that back, yeah I'm not sorry."
You looked over at Noah, who still seemed pissed off.
"C'mon," you groaned, standing up, "We need to talk."
Noah nodded, seeing as most of the guys were now doing their own thing, and followed you out of the room.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, pulling the door up behind him so the others wouldn't listen in.
“What’s wrong is you thinking you can just tell the guys about us without asking me first!” 
“Y/n, it’s just Ruffilo and Nick, it’s not like I just broadcast it to the whole world.” He scoffed, crossing his arms, “What’s gotten into you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You just snapped, has something happened, or..?”
“No,” you let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding, “I just… I don’t want to risk anyone finding out. I’ve told you before, I don’t want this to ruin my career before it even starts!” 
Noah’s brow furrowed, and a sudden wave of guilt hit you.
“You’ve never said that to me before.” 
Shit. 
That must’ve been Vinny. 
“I haven’t?” 
“What the hell is going on here?” He raises his voice, and you shake your head, desperately trying to come up with an excuse. 
“I must’ve just thought about saying it to you!” You defend yourself. 
"No," Noah said, his tone firm as he stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "I mean there’s something more going on here. I can feel it."
You scoff. 
“Okay, tell me. What can you feel, then?”
“You’re hiding something from me.” 
“I am?” Your chest tightened, “Why do you-”
“Tell me I’m lying.” He persisted, “There’s something you’re not telling me, isn’t there?”
“No!” You raised your voice, “I swear!” 
“Who is it? Who else are you-”
“Hey, if I remember right, we are not exclusive, so whatever I do or don’t do, is none of your fucking business!” You laugh at how entitled he felt. 
“It's Vin, isn't it?” 
“No!” You shouted, “And I saw the way you looked at him back in there, are you just jealous?"
"Of course not!" He scoffed, "Why would I be jealous of him?"
"I don't know, Noah..." You sighed, "But I don't like the way you look at him, or the things you say behind his back. If you got to know him you two would probably get al-"
"You're trying to get me to befriend your 'boyfriend'? So that's why you didn't want me telling Nick and Ruff-"
"It's not him!" You cry, resting your head in your hands, coming up with the perfect cover up, "I’ve... I slept with one of Angela's friends behind your back, but why should I even need to tell you?! You wouldn’t tell me if you were with anyone else-”
“That’s because I don’t want anyone else!” He snapped, running his hand over his face as he took a deep breath, “Can’t you see?”
“What?”
“It’s you, y/n. It’s only ever been you.” 
“Noah-”
“No, I see exactly how it is.” 
“You could’ve at least told me this is how you felt! I didn’t think it was ever that serious?”
“Oh yeah?” He scoffed, “I thought it was pretty obvious, y/n.”
“I’m sorry.” Your voice was small, you swallowed before looking back up at him, “I’m so sorry.”
“For what?” He asked after a moment of silence. 
“I’m just scared, I’m sorry.” 
His demeanour shifted, his voice became softer as he gently shook his head. 
“What… What do you mean?”
“I just don’t think I could ever do it, Noah.” You confess. "It's not your fault, I'm just not strong enough, I'm sorry."
“You’re going to need to explain that a little further, y/n.” He chuckled softly, his thumb gently wiping a tear off your cheek. 
“I’m scared, I mean if anyone finds out about us I will literally get killed.”
“I think that’s an exaggeration.” He smiled. 
“It’s not!” You huffed, “If we ever were an official couple, or even when we’re seen at the party tomorrow, there’s going to be some crazy parasocial fans that hate me because-”
“Stop right there,” he told you, “Who is the one I take to my room when we’re in a hotel? If I remember rightly, it’s only ever been you. Don’t let them get to you, angel. You always come first, okay? Never put your happiness on hold because you’re worried about what people might say or think, that’ll ruin you. Believe me I've been there.” 
“I know.” You feel your bottom lip quiver, “I’m sorry.” 
“If you apologise again, I swear…” Noah smirked, but his tone was light.
Before you could respond, Chris walked by, pausing when he saw your tear-streaked face.
“Everything okay out here?” He asked gently.
“Pre-show nerves.” You chuckle, brushing it off with a forced smile. “I’ll be fine.” 
“Are you sure?” He looks between you and Noah, “You can always talk to me if you need someone, y’know. I don’t bite.” 
You smile, shaking your head. 
“Thanks, Chris,” you turn away from Noah and follow Chris back into the room, “I appreciate it.” 
“No problem.” He smiled.
“Hey,” Noah reached out for your hand before you walked back into the room, “We’ll figure this out, okay?”
“Yeah,” you nod your head, “I know we will.”
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After the show, you sat on the wall outside looking through the photos you took tonight. Vin was stood by your side, typing on his phone.
You had spoken to him earlier, telling him about the conversation you had with Noah earlier, and that to save his skin he should probably keep his distance from you when Noah's about. Although you saw a touch of sadness in his eyes, he agreed, knowing it would save a lot of arguments and uncomfortable conversations.
"Do you know what's next for you? After this tour I mean?" Vin asks, tucking his phone back into his pocket as he turns to look at you.
"Nothing yet," you sighed, "I'm posting more than ever on my socials to try and get the attention of bands or anybody that could book me."
"Y'know... I could always talk with Chr-" Vin spotted Noah out of the corner of his eye, leaving the venue and heading to the buses, "Well, I guess that's my cue." He sighed.
"Vin-"
"No, I know," he shook his head, pulling his hood up, "I'm keeping my distance."
You frowned, knowing it shouldn't have to be like this. But until the two of them (or at least Noah) talks, this is how you'll get through it.
"Thank you," you said with a soft smile, "I won't be about this weekend, I've got this... thing... to go to. But I heard the guys were talking about going to play golf?"
"Yeah," he nods, looking down at his feet, "Y'know, you should come if you're back in time."
"I will." You said, giving him one last smile. "Goodnight, Vin."
"Night."
You picked your camera and phone back up before following Noah's footsteps, heading to the bus.
You assumed he was the first one to the bus, as he was putting in the code to unlock the door. That, and all the lights were switched off.
"Hey." You said from behind him, unable to hold back a giggle as you made him jump.
"Shit," he laughed, "Hey."
You followed him onto the bus, setting your things down on the table as he reached for something in the fridge.
"Is nobody else here yet?" You asked, the bus seemed suspiciously quiet.
"Uh, I don't think so."
"Good," you smiled, "I want to apologise for earlier-"
"Hey, don't apologise. I overstepped a boundary and you were just telling me how you felt."
You couldn't think of any words to say to that, you were taken back by his respect- not that you would expect any less from Noah. You swallowed hard before you smiled and managed to whisper.
"Thank you."
He smiled back, stepping closer to you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
"Y'know... We've probably got the bus to ourselves for a while..."
"What are you suggesting, Noah?" You smirk.
He pressed his lips together, taking your hand and sitting down on the couch, pulling you down on top of him, straddling him. You grin, your hand coming up to his face, cupping his cheek before your lips finally met.
Meanwhile, Vinny stepped onto the Motionless bus, letting out a long sigh as he sat down beside Ryan who was currently playing Halo with Ricky.
"Do you know where Chris is? I thought he'd be here already." Vin asked, over the sound of shooting.
"He went back into the venue, I think he's helping pack away the merch." Said Rick, not taking his eyes off the screen.
Vin sighed, getting up again, pulling his hood back up as he walks back into the venue.
"Hey, uh... Chris?" Vin began, catching his attention as he helped pack the merch boxes back up.
"I thought you'd be with the others by now, doing some weed." Chris chuckled, crossing his arms on top of one of the boxes, "What's up?"
"Do you remember that song we got sent by Illenium?"
"Oh fuck!" Chris' face lit up, "Yeah I forgot about that track, I haven't had time to work on the lyrics-"
"That's what I wanted to talk about," Vinny nodded, "I've been writing down some lyrics every now and then, I think I might have something."
Chris's eyes widened, and he set the box he was holding down, placing his hands on his hips.
"Really? Real lyrics?"
"Yeah... I was just wondering if you could send me the track so I could start piecing things together? If you're okay with this of course."
"Yeah absolutely!" Chris grinned, "Send me the lyrics too and we can work on this tomorrow if you're not busy."
"That'd be great," Vin nodded, noticing how many boxes were still sat around, "Do you need any help loading these into the van?"
"Please!"
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Operation : Save Christmas
When you can't make it home for Christmas, Jihoon wants to cheer you up. But with twelve meddling friends, it might not be so easy.
Angst, Fluff, Light Crack 5.5k
Warnings: It's a little angsty, but mostly fluff. The others bully Jihoon (but when do they not 🤡)
A/N: Day 12 of belated mini-Ficmas.
Today is dedicated to the lovely @reikaryu Surprise! I’m you’re Carat Secret Santa🎄 Firstly I just want to apologize for how long this took, I ended up getting sick right before Christmas so I have been GOING THROUGH IT🥲 But nevertheless, your gift is here and I really hope you like it. 
P.S. I also included an extra little moodboard below the cut to make up for taking so long so I hope you like it❣️
It’s been super fun getting to know you through asks and honestly I just wanna say you’re such a sweet person. Like I know I kinda mentioned through my asks, but you just exude this warmth and caring personality and I hope we can be moots going forward 👀
also the biggest of shoutouts to @96z for hosting the caratblr gift exchange!! I'm sure it wasn't easy, but it's been so much fun so thank you!!❤️
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Four hours. Four hours, you’ve been stuck in the airport practically going insane waiting for your flight. With Christmas in two days, you'd expect for there to be some delays, but this is nothing but chaos. You grimace as you another announcement plays across the speakers above, informing another group of passengers that their flight has been cancelled. The crowd erupts into loud groans, but you don’t blame them. You’re not the only one who’s been sitting here all morning. You watch as passengers begin to swarm the help desk across the room, no doubt looking for another way home. It’s the fifth cancellation in the past hour, you can only hope yours just remains delayed. It’s been a few months since you’ve been back home, and you’re more than ready to see everyone again. 
Just then, the speakers above you come to life, again announcing another flight cancellation. To your horror, the staff member lists off your flight number. You wait for her to repeat it again, hoping you’ve heard it wrong. Much to your disappointment she confirms the information that matches your boarding pass. 
You quickly make your way up to the help desk near you, panic filling you at the thought of not getting home in time.
“No no no, please I have to get on this flight!” You beg. You give the flight attendant a pleading look, leaning over the desk slightly.
“Sorry ma’am, flights are cancelled due to weather issues,” she says, giving you a polite smile.
“Is there another flight?” you ask immediately. She shakes her head, again offering you a polite smile.
“Everything is getting cancelled, we’re preparing to make more announcements now actually,” she says, gesturing to the boards behind her. You watch as each trip flicks to red in real time.
“Tomorrow?” you ask, hopeful in getting home.
“The weather isn’t looking to clear up before the end of the week. Travel will resume at that time” she says calmly. Before you can get another word in she steps to the side, assisting the other passengers waiting behind you.
You let out a sigh, grabbing your luggage and making your way to the baggage claim. As you wait to collect your luggage you send your family a quick text, letting them know of the situation. They’re understanding as usual, letting you know they’ll see you soon. But something else tugs at you, a feeling you can’t quite place. You brush it to the side for now, deciding to focus on getting back home. 
With a small sigh, you push the front door open, trudging your way into the apartment. One of your roommates, Jihoon, looks up from his place on the couch. He does a double take at the sight of you walking in. 
“What are you doing here?,” he asks. He walks over to you, confusion clear in his voice.
“Wasn’t your flight supposed to leave like two hours ago?,” he asks again, looking for some explanation.
“Flight got cancelled because of the weather,” you say, dropping your bag next to your suitcase. It hits the floor with a thud. 
“What about tomorrow? I’m sure you can rebook it?” he says, sounding as hopeful as you did earlier. 
“No, the storm has everything shut down,” you say. You kick off your shoes, a little too aggressively, nudging them off to the side without much thought.
“Oh..I’m sorry, that sucks,” Jihoon says, frowning slightly. 
“It’s fine. It’s not that big a deal,” you shrug, waving your hand dismissively. He makes a face at your response.
“Yeah, but I know you were really looking forward to going home.,” he says, his voice gentle.
“It’s okay, it’s just one holiday,” you say. Jihoon doesn’t miss the way your voice sounds slightly hollow. You give him another smile that doesn't reach your eyes, before shuffling past him.
“I’m just going to rest, long day at the airport,” you say before shuffling towards your room. 
Jihoon nods, watching you closely. He awkwardly shifts from one foot to the other. Before he gets the courage to say another word you’re already shutting the door to your room. He stands there for a moment, part of him wants to follow you and comfort you. He’s never been good with words, but he can clearly see this is bugging you more than you’re letting on. He decides to let it go for the time being, he figures he’ll bring it up with the others later. Just then his phone pings from his pocket, he fishes it out seeing the roommate chat active. Speak of those devils.
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Jihoon is working at his desk when his phone starts blowing up. The sound of his text notifications eventually gets too annoying to ignore any longer. With an annoyed sigh he opens his phone to dozens of messages and a new group chat.
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You’ve been doom scrolling through social media watching your family's posts for the past few hours. A hollow feeling gnaws at you while you scroll through post post. You pause on a video of your family's annual Christmas party. The sound of the laughter and cheer leaving a weird aftertaste on your tongue. You’re glad they’re having fun while you’re not there. But being on the other side of the screen feels strange. You can’t explain what you’re feeling without being there. Before you can dwell on it too much a knock sounds at your door. 
It takes you a second to pull yourself out of your thoughts. A second knock sounds at your door, this one just a little more urgent than the first.  
“Come in,” you call out, sitting up in your bed. 
Jihoon opens the door, shuffling into the room cautiously. 
“Hey Hoon, what’s up?” you ask. You do your best to seem casual despite your earlier turmoil. You’re so caught up in your own dilemma that you don’t catch how odd he’s acting. He rubs the back of his neck nervously, avoiding eye contact with you. 
“Do you want to go out for a walk? To go see the lights?” he asks. His voice comes out in a rush, the words blending together. It takes you a second to register what he said.
“What? Jihoon you literally hate going out,” you say. You can’t help but laugh at the suggestion. 
“No I don't,” he argues, quickly. You give him a pointed look, knowing full well that he isn’t convinced himself. He huffs, finally rolling his eyes in surrender.
“Okay maybe I do, but it's christmas eve, we should go out for a bit at least,” he says, coming over to sit on your bed. You 
“Jihoon, I appreciate the offer, really I do. But I’m really just not up to it,” you do your best to let him down gently. You’re not really in the mood to go out and about, more so wanting to wallow in your doom-scrolling cocoon once more.
“Please? Just this once?,” he begs. You make a face, ready to reject again. Before the words come out, he rushes towards your bed, flopping onto it dramatically. He places both hands together in a praying motion, silently pleading with you. You can’t help but crack a smile, the action far cuter than Jihoon’s normal character. 
“I really want to see the lights,” he begs again. 
You ponder for a moment, glancing down at Jihoon flopped over next to you. Seeing him beg so strongly has you caving faster than you’d like to admit. The image mirrors something you are usually doing to him when you beg for him to join you. 
It's pretty uncommon to see Jihoon go out on his days off, he isn’t typically one to go out in general. He's the world’s biggest homebody, so you’re very used to being greeted by the sight of him lazing around. But it’s an even rarer sight to see him request to go out, especially during the busy holiday season. The only exception he has is when it comes to you.
While he’s not one to go out, he's let you drag him out more times than you can count. Even when he scowls at your pleading, he’s always willing to accompany you on your late night snack runs, or mundane errands.
“Fine, let me just get dressed and we can go,” you say, already getting up to get ready. 
Jihoon hops up with a smile, and a discreet sigh of relief, already heading out of your room.
“Let me know, when you’re ready,” he calls out, already shutting the door behind himself before you can reply. Again you don’t question his behavior, chalking it up to him being in an extra festive mood today. Even if you’re not in the festive mood, you suppose you can indulge him just like he normally does for you.  
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You hate to admit it, but you’re actually glad Jihoon decided to drag you out. Despite the heavy snow, the fresh air feels nice against your skin, helping you relax as you both stroll side by side. With the sun just having set, the lights strung up around the river look beautiful. The area isn’t too busy, which you’re sure Jihoon is thankful for as well. 
Jihoon glances at you out of the corner of his eye, glad to see you smiling like normal. He nudges you subtly, drawing your attention to him. 
“See it wasn’t so bad right?” he asks, clearly pleased at his idea. 
“I guess you do have good ideas every once in a while,” you tease, nudging him back.
“Once in a while?” he yelps, face falling in shock. You laugh at his dramatics, shaking your head. 
“I’m kidding. This is actually really nice, thanks Hoon,” you say, voice soft as you smile at him. 
He only nods, turning away to check his phone for an incoming text from the others letting them know everything is almost ready.. He’s thankful for the distraction, allowing him to hide the flaming of his cheeks. 
You continue to take in your surroundings, loving the way the lights gleam against the water of the river. You’ve always loved the way the city is decorated this time of year. It reminds you of your sister, and how the both of you love seeing everyone decorate back home, it being something you look forward to during the holiday season. Just then the sound of laughter catches your attention. You turn towards the sound, seeing a family in the distance laugh as they take pictures, enjoying their time together. 
Your face falls at the sight, a wave of sadness washing over you. You watch as the family continues on their way, still laughing and smiling as they leave. Your mind drifts to your social media scrolling from earlier and just how happy your family looked. How you wished you could be with them right now. The sadness only grows, your mood dropping instantly. The cold air now nipping at your skin harshly, with the change in your mood. Even the sight of the lights no longer feels comforting, instead only making your heart feel heavier. 
“We should start heading back,” you say quickly. The sudden request startles Jihoon, he turns to look at you in confusion. 
“So soon?” he asks, clearly confused at the complete 180. 
“Yeah I’m getting kind of tired, you say, lying through your teeth. You do your best to keep your voice steady, not wanting him to worry. 
He notices the small shift in your facial expressions, how your lips are downturned in a subtle frown. It’s clear as day to him that something is wrong, he’s just unsure of what caused it. 
“Okay,” he agrees. While he wants to argue that you should stay out a little longer He really has no room to argue to stay out longer, at least not without looking suspicious. He hopes that the members finish before you get there. And that whatever they’re prepared is enough to bring a smile to your face once again. 
The closer you get to the apartment, the more he’s starting to think this was a bad idea. He’s spent the past thirty minutes trying to hold a conversation with you, only to have you shut him down with quick responses. He has half a mind to text the group chat to call off the entire thing, but you’re already reaching the floor of your apartment after a silent elevator ride. You pull out your keys quickly, wanting to hurry back into the safety of your room. You’d done your best to remain composed the entire way home, hoping to just make it back in one piece. You know Jihoon can tell something is wrong, but at this moment you’re about hair’s width from breaking down. 
“Listen y/n, about tonight-” Jihoon starts, voice laced with nerves. 
“It was really nice, Jihoon, thanks for inviting me,” you cut him off. Your voice clipped at each word as you begin to unlock the door.
“Right, but-” he starts, doing his best to stall you. He’s sure the others can hear the sound of your keys jingling, alerting them to your arrival. To Jihoon, the sound is like a ticking time bomb, counting down to disaster in the apartment.
With the unsteady state you’re in you don’t take the hint, only focusing on opening the door as quickly as possible. 
“I’m sorry to have cut the night short. I’m just not feeling well so I’m just gonna head to bed,” you say, quickly. He doesn’t even get a chance to interject before the sound of the door clicking beats him. You breathe a small sigh of relief as Jihoon silently holds his breath.
You don’t even make it three feet into the apartment when the light flicks on, startling you. 
“Surprise!” a chorus of voices rings out.
Your heart drops at the sight of everyone in front of you. The apartment is now completely decorated in lights and random Christmas decorations. There’s a table lined with so much food and drinks that they nearly spill over the edges. Each of your friends is dressed up in a tacky Christmas outfit that normally would make you giggle at the sight. They all wear bright smiles as they stand around your living room awaiting your reaction. Your eyes dart around the room quickly, trying to make sense of the situation when a familiar scent fills your nostrils. You turn your attention back to the food table, your eyes landing on the incriminating item. In the middle of the table sits, a Christmas tree shaped plate, with a stack of cookies that you recognize all too well. The scent of the cookies your dad makes with you every year has tears springing to your eyes faster than you can blink. You let out a choked sob, no longer able to keep your emotions in check. You tear your gaze away from the cookies, and look back at your friends who all look on in horror. Without a word, you turn back around, running out the door. Jihoon tries to call after you, but you don’t bother even looking back, needing to get as far away as possible. 
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You find yourself back by the river, this time having taken refuge on an empty bench near the open water. Your phone continues to go off in your pocket, the buzzing sound faintly being heard over your sniffles. In the back of your mind you know that it was wrong to up and leave without a single word, knowing that they’re worried about your well being with the state you left in. But you know they can’t help you right now, at least not the way you need them too. There’s only one person who can ease your mind. Normally you wouldn't think about bothering him with the time difference between you, but with the way your heart aches you don’t think you can bear not talking to him.. You pull out your phone quietly, unlocking it with a quick swipe. You continue to ignore the incoming messages in favor of selecting one contact. You wait quietly through the ringing, letting out a sigh of relief at the cheery hello that fills your ears. 
“Hi dad,” you greet, voice coming out in a wobble.
“What’s wrong, honey?” he asks, immediately picking up on your distress. Curse him and his dad senses. 
“Nothing,” you say a little too quickly.
“Y/n. I can tell when you’ve been crying. Now what’s going on,” he asks gently. You can practically picture the way he looks with his brow furrowed in worry. 
Your dad’s gentle voice makes you sniffle. You let out a sigh, your emotions still bubbling over the surface. 
“Everything,” you choke out, once again near tears. 
“I miss you. I miss everyone.. I want to be back home, and be with the family. It just doesn’t feel like Christmas without you guys. I know it sounds silly. But this is the first time I’m not at home and I feel guilty,” you say, the words spilling out as you finally let out what you’ve been feeling the past two days. Your dad listens patiently through your ramble, waiting until you’ve said everything on your mind before he continues. 
“Sweetie,” he starts, voice calm, “you know we’re not upset, right?”
“I know, but I just feel like it's my fault?” you confess, swiping at the tears that manage to trickle their way down your cheeks.
“Why would it be? Last time I checked, my daughter didn’t control the weather, unless you’ve been keeping something from me all this time?” he jokes, lightheartedly. 
The dad joke makes you huff, a small smile twitching at your lips. 
“Dad,” you groan, pretending to be annoyed. Even then, the smile is evident in your voice. He chuckles, the sound comforting you through the crackling phone speaker. 
“But really. When you told your mother and I you were moving abroad we knew it meant the possibility of seeing you less. Even on holidays,” he says, his voice reminding you of all the times he comforted you when you were little, “You’re growing up, you’re pursuing something you love. Something bigger. And with that comes changes. Things aren’t always going to go exactly how you want them to and that's okay. What matters is that you make the most of it,” he says. You take a moment to let his words sink in. It was a big leap of faith for you when you moved to Seoul, but at the time it felt like a step in the right direction. And you had been right, the move was the best thing you could have done for yourself. You’d had so many opportunities and met your amazing friends through them. And you wouldn’t trade a second of it for anything. It dawns on you that you haven't taken the time to process everything, with the large workload of your job you haven't given yourself the chance to adapt to all the changes taking place. Now thinking back, you realize just how much you needed this call to see everything clearly. 
“When did you get so wise?” you joke, letting out the last of your sniffles. 
“When I became a dad,” he responds with ease.You giggle finally feeling lighter. 
“Holidays don’t have to be about being somewhere familiar. It’s about who you spend it with. Like those friends of yours we’re always hearing about. Spending Christmas with them is sure to be a memory you’ll cherish when you’re old and gray,” he chuckles again. You grimace when you think back to your friends, and how you left them. 
“I may have ruined that,” you say, sheepishly.
“How so?” he asks. 
“They were trying to do something nice and I didn’t react well,” you recall. He hums in thought. 
“You can’t change how you react in the moment, but you can control how you respond to it now. Talk to them, be honest. They’ll understand. Good friends always do,” he says confidently. You hear the way he pauses like he wants to say more, a habit of his you’re far too familiar with. 
“You know that friend of yours called us for our cookie recipe,” he says, casually. 
“What?” you ask, your brain coming to a halt. You hadn’t mentioned the cookies at all, and how they prompted the call in the first place. You’d just assumed it was a coincidence they had been included. He hums again, before continuing. 
“That boy, Jihoon. He called your mother to ask for the recipe. Said they wanted to do something nice for you since you couldn’t come home,” he reveals. 
Your heart flutters a bit, cheeks warming at the thought of Jihoon calling your parents for something so small, yet so special. A new feeling swirls in your stomach, a feeling you realize  you may haven’t been taking into account throughout knowing your roommate. 
“Those friends of yours are something special, y/n. Not everyone would do something like that. 
Hold onto them,” he says. You shouldn’t be surprised he can read your cues even through a phone, but it still makes you a little shy. There will be more time to think about Jihoon’s gesture later, for now you have something else to do. 
“Yeah, I think I will,” you finally say, already standing up from your place on the bench. 
“I take it you have something to do?,” he says, you can hear the way he smiles through the phone.
“Yes, I gotta go. But I love you, and I’ll call soon, promise,” you say, feeling a little bittersweet about ending the call. 
“Of course. Merry Christmas y/n, we love you,” he says softly. You smile, his simple phrase filling your heart. 
“Merry Christmas, bye Dad,” You hang up, slipping the phone back into your coat pocket. You take another deep breath, finally feeling like your world isn’t going to crumble around you. In fact it feels like another new beginning, another leap of faith you’re more than happy to take. With that you turn around, making your way back to your apartment. 
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When you make it back to your apartment, you find yourself lingering outside the door quietly, nervous to face your friends. You take a few deep breaths, before unlocking the door slowly. You open the door cautiously, your friends are all luckily still in the apartment. They watch you enter, hesitating to approach you. When you close the door behind you, Jihhon is the first to speak up.
“Y/n, we’re so sorry. We didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just you’ve been looking forward to Christmas for so long, and then the flight and we just,” he says, tapering off as you finally look up at all of them. He glances behind him, looking for help from the others. 
“We just wanted to do something special for you to hopefully cheer you up,” Soonyoung says, words slurring slightly. He gets teary eyed quickly, face scrunching up as he sniffles. It's then that you notice the cup in his hand, no doubt containing some form of alcohol. Soonyoung had always been a rather emotional drunk. Mingyu steps forward, collecting Soonyoung in his arms, and pulling him off to the side. You see some of the others grimace. Seungcheol even facepalms, breathing out a heavy sigh. Seungkwan clears his throat, stepping closer to you, the bells hanging on his sweater jingle with the movement.
“We took it too far and we’re sorry,” Seungkwan says, bowing his head slightly. 
You take in the scene before you, your friends and the chaos that they bring. To anyone else this party would appear like a disaster, with tears and awkwardness bursting at its seams. But to you, it's like home. Not like the home you grew up in, but a home that was made from chance meetings, and random hangouts. A home that now consisted of random nights getting to know your roommates, too many inside jokes to count. This is your other home that you love dearly, and the people in front of you are what make it your home.
You step forward, pulling Jihoon into a hug. He freezes, startled by the sudden action before wrapping his arms around you tightly. You hug him tighter, pressing your face into the side of his neck. 
“Y/n?” he calls out your name quietly, not wanting to startle you. You pull back from the hug, resting your hand on his arm. 
“Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just,” you let out a shaky breath, offering a small smile, “I’m homesick. And I hadn’t realized just how bad it had gotten”. 
You turn your attention to the others, who all give you small smiles in return.
“I got into my own head after the flight thing. And then we went to go see the lights and I just couldn’t stop thinking about home. When we got here I wasn’t in the best state, so when I smelled the cookies I just broke,” you explain.
“We wanted to make this like home for you,” Seokmin pipes up. You smile again, your dad’s words coming to mind. 
“I know and I appreciate it, but you don’t have to do anything extra to make this like home. Just having all of you here is enough,” you say, glancing back at Jihoon as you speak. He smiles back at you, making your heart flutter again. The quiet is broken by the sound of sniffling. You turn to see Soonyoung sniffle against Mingyu’s chest. 
“We need a group hug or I’ll cry right now,” he chokes out, pouting at everyone. You laugh, opening up your arms for him. He darts towards you, practically toppling over Jihoon in the process. He hugs you tightly, sniffling into your shoulder. The others erupt into quiet laughter, but still join the hug. It feels cozy being squished between all your friends, at the center surrounded by so many people who you love. You can’t help but voice it out loud.
“Thank you, I love you guys,” you say. They each murmur back their own replies, 
“Not that I’m not loving this sweet and tender moment, but can I please turn on the music? I spent all day working on the playlist,” Vernon says, from somewhere in the cuddle pile. A smack rings through the room as he yelps in pain. No doubt having gotten smacked by one of the older members. A few giggles slip out of you, detaching yourself from the hug. You motion Vernon over to the speakers, he grins as he darts over connecting his phone right away. When the music fills the room, everyone disperses excitedly dragging you to everything they’ve prepared.  
It’s an hour later when you find Jihoon standing quietly near the door. He watches the festivities with a small smile on his face. You shuffle up to him, 
“Hey,”
“Hey, you okay?” he asks,
“Yeah, I’m good. Really,” you say softly.
“About tonight-” 
“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,”
“I know you put a lot of effort into making it special for me 
“Everyone helped, it wasn’t just me,” he says, waving his hand dismissively. In a bold move, you catch his hand in yours. He looks down in shock, before glancing back up at you. 
“I know, But not everyone would call my family to ask for my favorite cookie recipe,” you say, giving him a knowing look. He looks away, turning shy under your gaze. 
“I thought it would be nice to have a little piece of home for you,” he says quietly, still not meeting your eyes. You think he looks rather cute this way, all shy and timid in front of you. You intertwine your fingers with his, drawing his attention back to you. 
“Thank you, Jihoon,” you say softly. You lean over, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek. He stares at you wide eyed, a blush blooming across his cheeks and down to his neck. You hear a wolf whistle from across the room. The both of you looking up just as Joshua throws you both a wink. The others all give you knowing looks, some of the maknaes throwing a series of hearts your way. Your smile grows as you watch Jihoon throw each of them a death glare. They all finally look away, though you still find them stealing glances at the two of you. Jihoon turns his attention back to you, finding you staring at him with a soft smile. 
“They’re never gonna let us live this down,” he huffs, rubbing his thumb against your hand softly. Despite how words, he never once lets go of your hand, only holding it just a bit tighter. You hum, squeezing his hand in yours once more. 
“Yeah… We have some meddling friends, but I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you say. You already know the teasing will be relentless from the others, but what’s a few more memories to cherish with your little family? 
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