#IT WAS RAINING & I FORGOT MY UMBRELLA BUT IT WAS TOO LATE TO GO BACK SO I WAS JUST GOING TO TRUDGE THROUGH IT

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ALSO SOMETHING I LIKE ABOUT MY FRIEND & I'S RELATIONSHIP IS WE ARE BOTH AROACE WITH CRUSHES ON FICTIONAL CHARACTER BUT WE LOOK OUT FOR EACH OTHER WHEN IT COMES TO OVERBEARING MEN IRL

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ephemeral

Pairing: Batfam x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k words

Summary: You were forgetting something. However the most frustrating part was you couldn't seem to remember what exactly it was that you were forgetting.

A/N: This was inspired by this post by @bonefanatic! I know that it's Yandere!Batfam in the OG post but as soon as I read it this is just what it inspired. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

You were renowned for forgetting things.

You'd always forget to bring your keys the day when your mother happened to be running late. You'd forget your pencil case on the day of exams and forget your bus pass on the rare days that your father didn't give you a ride.

On sunny days you'd forget to wear your sunscreen. On rainy days, much like today, you'd forget your umbrella. Now, when you were a young girl, running back home through the rain wouldn't matter. In fact, you had vague memories of your feet splashing through puddles, hands shielding your face from the pelting rain while you and an old lover got soaked to the bone.

You could hardly even remember those days; just the sound of splashing puddles and the deep petrichor, the cold of the rain mixed with the warmth of someone's laughter...

A coo brought you out of your thoughts and your eyes met those of bright blue. The baby strapped to your chest gave you a semblance of a toothy smile, his teeth only beginning to come out and you returned it, leaning in to rub your nose against his, revelling in the giggles it brought out.

The sweet boy, who only ever saw you, was the reason you couldn't let yourself get wet, standing in the shade of an apartment building and choosing to wait out the rain.

You gave your baby a once over, making sure that he didn't get wet in your effort to reach the building. He looked fine and his clothing wasn't wet, although he did seem a little cold. You held his tiny hands in between your palms, repeating the process with his feet until you were satisfied.

The door of the building swung open and you immediately covered Thomas' ears to protect him from the cold breeze, letting him burrow his face into your chest.

In came a man that had to be larger than anyone you had ever seen in your life. Clearly, he had been caught in the rain, his boots were soaked and so was his leather jacket. He donned a motorcycle helmet, and your stomach lurched at the thought of him driving that out in this weather. Without realizing it, your eyes glanced over his figure, wondering if he had possibly gotten hurt.

When you brought your eyes back up from his muddy boots to his face you were slightly startled. When had he taken off his helmet? His blue eyes stared back at you, shock apparent on his features before he had schooled them back to monotony.

"Are you lost? I don't think you live here." His voice was low and gravelly, but it found a familiar place in the back of your head.

You gave him a small smile, "No, I'm just trying to wait out the rain. I forgot to bring an umbrella, and I really don't want my son to get sick."

His eyes glanced down to your son and you curiously watched as something swirled in his eyes. Longing perhaps? Maybe he had some baby fever? It didn't quite seem like that though...you just couldn't put your finger on it.

"Would you like me to call you a cab?"

"I already tried. The streets here are too narrow for a cab to drive through so I'd have to walk a bit before I'd reach the road."

He nodded, taking a beat before he responded, "Wait here."

And then he took off for the stairs and even though he looked relaxed, you saw him taking multiples stairs in a single step, resisting the curious urge to tell him to be careful and not to slip because of his wet shoes.

He didn't make you wait long, reappearing in less than 5 minutes with an umbrella and something else in his hands.

"Oh, I couldn't."

"Please, I insist. I don't think the rain is going to stop anytime soon and there isn't anywhere for you to sit down," He said earnestly, placing the umbrella in your hands, "I already called a cab. It should be waiting for you at the corner."

"Thank you, young man." You watched him run his fingers through the cute little tuft of white hair bashfully before he handed you something else—a fuzzy blanket patterned with bats.

You looked curiously up at him, "For the little guy. He looks cold."

You really wanted to refuse, but Thomas' nose and ears had begun to turn red from the chill and with the blanket he'd be better protected as you walked to the cab. So, you bundled up the baby in the cozy blanket and thanked the man again who said goodbye with a melancholic smile.

While taking the cab home, your fingers traced over the embroidered monogram in the corner of the blanket that looked like it was brand new.

T.W.

***

You don't know what it was about the travelling circus that had you so enraptured. There was just something about watching the acrobats soar through the sky like birds, as though they were weightless, that made you feel equal parts worried and in awe.

It was unusual. You didn't enjoy watching gymnasts while you grew up and you had certainly never visited a circus, and yet while sitting in the seats for the performance of Haly's travelling circus for the 4th time since they had arrived at Gotham, you couldn't help but wait in anticipation for the show to begin.

Thomas was clutched to your lap, every bit as excited as you were, when a man with dark hair and blue eyes—a common feature here in Gotham, it seemed—sat next to you.

You spared him a glance, only to find him staring back at you with a small smile and a cone of roasted chestnuts in his hand. He handed you a pair of ear protectors.

"They're handing it outside the tent—wouldn't want the little guy to hurt his ears."

You thanked him with a smile, placing them over Thomas' ears and giggling when he laughed at you pointing at the man who returned his toothy grin with one of his own.

"Would you like one?" He offered, holding out the warm chestnuts for you to take and you obliged, thanking him and relishing in the taste and the immediate warmth that spread through your body.

"So, what brings you to the circus?"

Your arms tightened around Thomas, resting your cheek on the top of his head as you contemplated the answer, "I don't know. I just like the acrobats. Every time I watch them, I feel comfortable, like I've been watching them my entire life. Which is weird because I've never seen acrobats before Haly's circus came to Gotham."

You looked back at him, "What about you?"

"My mom used to be an acrobat here. After I lost her, I like to visit, so I don't forget her." He explained, eyes scrolling across the bright colours of the circus, taking everything in. You placed a gentle hand on his arm, trying to comfort him.

He looked down at Thomas, watching as the baby gave him an innocent grin that had returned with a sad smile and giving a delicate little pinch to his pudgy thigh before looking back up at you.

"I really don't want to lose my mom a second time."

***

One thing you really couldn't appreciate enough before having children was the freedom to shop for groceries all alone. Now, after having an infant, something as simple as stocking the fridge turned into a long and arduous feat.

You’d have to get Thomas dressed, make sure his nappy was changed, and time it just right—long enough since he’d eaten that you wouldn’t need to change him again, but not so long that he’d get hungry and need you to breastfeed him in the middle of the store.

Not only that, you'd also be stuck pushing a cart around with him strapped to your chest because he was still too young for the shopping cart.

And finally, the most torturous part of this whole excursion—the car loading. Most of your bags were heavy and packed full, and you couldn’t load them into the trunk with Thomas strapped to you.

So, you’d carefully place him in the car seat, turning on the engine and air conditioning to cool the car after its time baking in the parking lot. Then, you’d haul the heavy groceries into the trunk, turn off the car, take Thomas back out, return the trolley to its rightful place, and—once again—secure him in his car seat before finally heading home.

You stared at the cart full of groceries—enough to last you at least 3 weeks so you wouldn't have to make another trip for a while—trying to summon the energy to load the heavy items in the blasted vehicle.

"Mo—Ma'am?"

A young man approached you, a half-drunk coffee in his hand and your brows twitched. Just how many coffees had this boy had today? You shook your head of the thought. Why would you even care?

"Do you need some help?"

Giving him a polite smile, you shook your head, "I'm okay. Thank you, sweetie."

He gave you a sad smile, and it made you immediately want to take your words back and to give him the world instead. The feeling confused you even more. Why were you so concerned about him? And why did he look so sad after you refused his request? If anything, he should’ve been relieved that he wouldn’t have to do any work.

"Are you sure? I really don't mind." He tried again, this time placing his hand on the handle of the trolley, his hand just a hair away from yours. It was peculiar—your instinct for stranger-danger urged you to pull your hand away, and yet, you felt an equally strong urge to place your hand over his.

You smiled again, "I guess I'll take you up on your offer."

He was stronger than he looked. Despite his scrawny frame, he easily lifted your bags into the trunk, loading everything and shutting it in record time. Dusting off his hands with a proud smile, he turned to you as if expecting praise—only to deflate when he caught you watching him with a small, lingering smile.

It was as though he grew sadder with each passing second, his expression dimming as he gave you one last longing look before turning that same gaze to Thomas, "I’ll return the cart for you. Why don’t you strap him in?"

You nodded, thanking him again, "Thank you so much for your help."

Using Thomas’ little fist, you waved goodbye to the boy. He returned it with an expression far too tired for his young face. You resisted the urge to tell him to get a good night’s rest, instead watching him push the trolley away through your rearview mirror. A pang hit your chest at the sight of his slumped shoulders.

***

A figure collided with your back and you would have been knocked over if he had been any taller, however when you looked down, a young boy with dark hair and beautiful green eyes looked back up at you.

"Ummi..." He murmured, before he even had a chance to stop himself and you frowned in concern for this child who couldn't have been more than 9 years old who all of a sudden looked so small and unsure and something in your soul reached out for him.

You leaned down, well, as much as you could with a baby strapped to your chest, "Did you lose your mom, sweetheart?"

He flinched, eyes going wide and his bottom lip began to tremble in a way that made you want to hold him to your heart and soothe him, "Yes...I have lost my ummi...and I wish she'd come back....I miss her very much."

You reached out a hand before you could stop yourself, almost reaching for him to run your fingers through his hair and scratch your nails lightly against his scalp—

"Damian!"

Your hand froze an inch away as a man, slightly older than you, ran up to him. When your eyes met his, a rush of something surged through you—so intense and so sudden that there wasn’t even time for an epiphany.

All you knew was, you had met this man before.

Only, you couldn't remember when.

"I'm sorry about him. You know how kids are." The man with familiar blue eyes told you, flashing you a charming smile that had done an incredibly good job of hiding the misery underneath. And yet, you still saw past the mask. And still… you chose to look away.

You smiled up at him before glancing down at Thomas, now realizing why this curious stranger's eyes felt so familiar—your son looked up at you with almost identical ones, "I do know."

The man followed your gaze to the happy baby in your arms and you watched as the corner of his lips had dropped from the calculated smile he had worn. It was like he had frozen in time and the more you watched him, the more despondent his expression became.

His son—Damian. Why did that name sound so familiar?— looked up at him with concern, now grabbing his hand and tugging him away.

"Baba." He said softly, finally managing to knock the man out of his stupor.

"Oh," He finally spoke, looking down at his distressed son, "I'm sorry, miss. I hope my son didn't hurt you or the baby. If you need any medical bills covered, you can contact this number."

He handed you a business card and walked away before you could even argue about how absurd it was that you would ask for him to pay your medical bills over his adorable son bumping into you. It was an honest mistake!

You could only watch them walk away before your eyes looked down at the Wayne Enterprises business card.

"Bruce Wayne, CEO."

'Bruce'

You swore you had heard that name before.

And yet... you'd forgotten.

***

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Winters with Winter

Aespa Winter x M Reader

3.6k words

Tags: SMUT, some fluff, blowjob, missionary, virgin

There was a nip in the air. Winter's arrival was faster than expected. You realized this was going to be yet another winter you were going to spend being a little more lonely than you wished. It wasn't all too bad. Winters weren't completely horrible. The opportunity to snuggle with a hot cup of coffee or chocolate was comforting. You just wished you were snuggling with someone, that's all.

It was yet another chilly morning as you made your way to work. That particular morning, winter had carried with her some generous showers, and fortunately you didn't forget your umbrella that day. In fact, you had two. You forgot an umbrella the previous day and bought an extra one from the store, and now you just travel with 2 umbrellas, because why not.

As you got off from the metro train, you fidgeted with the tight button, trying to open it, before a young woman catches your eye. She was maybe a couple years younger than you, it was hard to tell her age with how strikingly cute she was. She was in a simple blue tee, with a hoodie for protection from the cold. Blonde hair flowing down her neck, and bouncing off the shoulders of her petite body.

She was extremely beautiful and all, but the reason she caught your eye was because she seemed to be extremely nervous, biting her nails as she kept looking outside at the pouring rain, as if she could wish it away to go from 100 to 0 in 2 seconds. You didn't know what it was for, but she clearly needed to be out there. Something made you walk up to her. "Hey, need an umbrella?" You asked. She looked up to you, freeing her nails from her mouth.

"Umm, Yeah! Yes I do! OMG I've got an interview and I was so stupid to forget my umbrella." She paused for a moment, seeming to get over the initial excitement of getting hope. "Wait, if you give me yours, what will you do?" She looked even cuter close up, her hair almost magical and making her look like some sort of angel.

"It's alright, I've got another one. Yesterday I forgot mine and bought an extra." You replied, for some reason wanting her to take it and almost pushing the umbrella in her hands.

"Thank you, I wish I could thank you more but it's already really late for the interview. How do I return this to you?" She put her hands in her handbag. "Maybe I can pay you something..."

"No no, just go do well in your interview. Don't worry about all this."

"Thank you again, I hope you get all the good things in life." She replied before rushing away into the rain with your umbrella in the air.

The small interaction made you feel better. You lost an umbrella. You might never see her again. But it made you feel good. In fact as fate would have it, you would see her again. But not the umbrella.

A few nights later, as you were going home in the metro, couple of fingers tap your shoulder. You look back to see the same girl, in a pretty pink dress this time, surrounded by a thick hoodie. The dress only came down to her thighs, and you were wondering how she went out in this chilling winter with exposed legs.

"Hello, umbrella man. Do you remember me?"

"Wha- Umbrella ma-? Miss I've got a name."

"I bet you do, but you haven't told me it."

"Y/N" You offer your hand, covered in gloves. Unsurprisingly, her legs weren't the only unexposed skin, and her bare palm meets your gloves.

"Winter."

"Yeah, it's cold. That's why I've got them on."

"No, my name's Winter." She replied, giggling, making the cutest noise.

"Huh? Cute name. No wonder you seem to be handling it so well."

"Yes I was born with the powers to handle winter, which my parents sensed so excellently." She joked, giggling again. "Oh wait your umbrella, let me return it." She shoved her hands in her hand bag, searching for a solid 2 minutes before she looks up at you with a dejected face. "Sorry... I forgot it again."

"That's alright, I didn't hope to retrieve it anyway. How did your interview go though?"

"It went great, I was offered the job. The least I can do is return it for you. Which station do you get off on?"

"Antarse Street"

"Oh that's my stop too. My house is a 3 minute walk from there. If you come with me, I can return your umbrella." She replied, excited at the possibility.

You weren't sure if you wanted to go. It was late in the evening and you didn't really want your umbrella back, it was an old one which you would have thrown away in a while anyway. You hesitate to reply.

"I'll even make you some coffee. Though I can't attest to how good it is. No one else has had my coffee." She continues, hoping to win you over with coffee.

The thought of being the first other person to have Winter's coffee was enough to convince you. You continue talking with her till the stop comes. She yaps a lot. You listen. She likes that. She talks about how she’s been so desperate for a job, until she finally found one at the interview after your chance meeting. She had just graduated college and was more or less alone in the city, which made you a bit sad, but also made you feel she was in a way, like you.

She's clumsy, but endearing. Her hair was tied up today. The hoodie covering up most of her dress. You wonder how she'd look in just her pink dress and her hair flowing free again. She would look like spring flowers, you thought. Winter.... an ironic name for her. You step off the station with her, and start walking with her. She begins blowing into her hands as the chill gets a bit more intense, late in the night.

"You alright?" You ask, a bit concerned. She was clearly not a very forward thinking girl.

"Yeah... maybe I shouldn't have forgotten my gloves as well." She replies meekly.

"You can have mine if you want. I'm not very cold."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah your hands seem to be freezing."

"Alright.. maybe you deserve a bit more than just coffee." She said with a smirk.

You weren't sure what that meant, but you removed your gloves, tapped it off a couple of times to get rid of any dirt and offered it to her. She put it on and smiled. It felt intimate. It was your gloves around her hands and not your hands. But it felt just as intimate as holding her hands. The look in her eyes said she felt the same.

Her apartment was more than a few blocks away, more than the 3 minute walk she promised. But it felt nice to be walking in this weather with her. It’s been a while since you’ve walked alone with a girl like this, even though the cold made her less talkative. Soon, the two of you reach her building. The apartment building wasn't anything to speak of, and her house less so. Things were a mess, even the living room.

"You live alone?"

"Yeah, it's a 1 bedroom, recently moved here for the job. Sorry for the mess... I just forget things." That much was clear to you already. She continued sheepishly, "You see, I wasn't expecting visitors."

"Yeah? Bet it would have been spic and span if you did." You reply, mocking her.

She stares at you, pretending to be offended, and hits your shoulder. "Meanie. Now wait here as I go make your coffee." She says, shoving some clothes off a seat in the couch to create space for you. You sit there awkwardly and look around the rest of the room.

There’s a table and few chairs, but not where they’re supposed to be. Table in one corner, and chairs in the opposite corner, also filled with clothes. The table has a strewn collection of random items, among them a picture of what looks like a younger Winter with her parents. She’s posing cutely for the camera near a Mickey Mouse cutout, with her parents standing behind the cutout.

“Do I look cute in that pic?” Her voice calls out, catching you surprised.

“What- I mean yeah, yeah, baby you is a cutie. These are your parents?”

“Yeah.. they passed away in an accident last year. I’ve had this photo on my table ever since.” She replies in a silent tone. “Oh I’m so sorry Winter..”, you reply. It made you wonder how she really was doing, she mentioned she didn’t really have any friends in the city, and with her parents not being here either.... must have been rough. She really didn’t show it if she did, always having a cheerful and playful tone, except for this one instance. You wondered how well you were hiding yours.

“Enough being sad, you came here for coffee so let’s have it.” She breaks the silence, and presents two cups with generous amounts of coffee. Actually, you came here for your umbrella, but you decide not to remind her of that fact and just accept her coffee. “So moment of truth, let’s find out if my coffee is actually good or I’ve just been gaslighting myself for the past 2 years.” Both of you take a sip of her coffee.

“Well... it’s certainly coffee.” You reply, then immediately wondering if you should have just lied. “Huh? I didn’t expect that.” She says, a bit dejected, but continues, “Well, you’re gonna have to make do with it.” The two of you finish drinking down the rest of your cups.

“Let me remove my hoodie, it’s already hot enough in here.” She says and takes off her hoodie in front of you, and frees up her hair, now in just her pink dress and flowing hair like you were imagining earlier. She looks more angelic than you were expecting somehow, even with minimal makeup after what seemed like a long day at her work. You couldn’t help but stare a bit too long.

“What are you looking at? Want me to get you one of these dresses? I think you would look good in this too.” She teases you, as you break away from staring and reply to her. “Why not just give me this one? I gave you my gloves and umbrella after all.” She moves closer to you. “How about I give you something else in return?” She says, in a low whispering, almost erotic tone.

“Hmm, like what?”

She leans in even closer, and her lips catch yours in an expected kiss. You are taken aback, as she pulls away. “Wait... was it not okay? I’m so sorry...” she stumbles, before you reply to her by kissing her back, erasing all suspicions from her mind. The kiss is innocent initially, but quickly turns lewder. Your tongue entering her mouth as her lips part, your tongue playing with hers in a lewd dance, as you taste all of her.

She tastes like sweet honey, and makes you let out a soft moan as you throw an arm around her neck and pull her in even closer to you. Her hand begins at your chin, and travels down your chest, slowly caressing you, before finally resting on your bulge, which was quickly growing harder and harder for her. Your other arm travels down her back, then catching her cute ass, which you squeeze softly, making her moan.

Pulling away from the kiss, you ask her, “You like that baby?”

“Yes I do.” She replies in a very soft, submissive tone, which turns you on even more.

“If you’re gonna give me the dress, we’re gonna have to take you out of it."

“That seems logical.” She replies and begins to fidget with her zipper, before you help her and get it all off her and throw it on the chair, adding to the already big pile of clothes. She’s in a soft pink bra, matching her dress, and black panties. You bring one hand down to her panties, and can see that it’s already dripping in her wetness.

With your other hand you tease her boobs over her bra, before unhooking her bra and throwing it off into the unknown. You circle your fingers around her nipple, and then bring your mouth near it. You start softly sucking on her nipples, as the slightest touch seems to stimulate her a lot, making her moan loudly and suppress various curses.

“Let’s head for your bedroom~ Look like we’ll defenitely be needing one tonight, and not just for sleeping.” That makes her giggle, and she grabs your hand and pulls you towards her bedroom. Entering, you lock the door, and the room is somehow even more of a mess than her living room.

You just push away the clothes, then softly push her on the bed. She tugs at your shirt, indicating she wants you out of clothes too. With her help, soon you’re out of your shirt and pants, with your cock almost wanting to burst out of your boxers already with how hard it is. She rubs her hand over your boxers, teasing your cock.

“My my~ You’re so hard already.”

“All because of you, baby.”

“Yeah baby? Why don’t you show me exactly how turned on I’ve gotten you.” Even the way she said baby in a sing-song voice made you feel like it was laced with honey, or maybe it was poison, but it seemed to make you addicted to it either way.

She continued rubbing your cock over your boxers, almost wishing it would come out like magic if she did. You fulfill her wishes and pull down your boxers swiftly, as your cock pops for her.

“It looks very pretty.” She says.

“Since when do cocks look pretty?” You laugh.

“Since today.” She says and wraps her fingers around your cock slenderly, and begins softly stroking you up and down. It was clear she didn’t have much experience with this, as she seemed to be doubting herself while doing so. “You’re doing well baby, you can hold it tighter if you want~” You encourage her. That instantly makes her more confident and her face brightens up.

She responds so cutely to praise, you think. She starts stroking faster and holding you tighter. She spits on her hands, and gently rubs it all over your cock, making sure not to miss a single spot. Her hands just glide over your cock now, making you feel even better as you begin moaning for her softly.

She brings her mouth closer to your cock and starts licking you with her tongue, going up all the way from your balls to your tip, spreading her saliva all over your cock. You place a hand on her head, caressing her hair, which makes her release another cute moan, and she places her lips around your cock. Firstly sucking on your tip, before taking the entirety of your length inside her mouth.

It hits the back of her throat, making her gag a little, although she quickly recovers. She bobs her head up and down on your cock, her tongue swirling around it as you moan louder and louder. Every moan you release and every time you caress your head it makes her more confident, as she sucks on you faster and faster.

After sucking for a while, she releases her mouth from your cock and stops for a pause, catching her breath. “You’re tired already baby? The night is just starting.” You tease her. “Not a chance.” She replies before taking your cock back in her mouth, for another round of sucking.

Her spit now drips out from her mouth, dripping down to her chest, making a mess. Her face and your crotch are both wet with the same thing now. She takes a break for the second time, more out of breath now as she takes heavy breaths with saliva still stretching out from your cock to her mouth.

“That’s enough babe~ Let me return the favour now.” You say and push her down with her head on the pillow. Your fingers reach her panties, and now they have no semblance of ever being anything but a wet dripping mess of her juices. You slide those panties down, exposing her pussy which looks just as cute as her, glistening with wetness.

You slide one finger in, as her juices coat your fingers. You shove the finger in your mouth and taste her juices. “It tastes like sweet nectar.” You tell her. “Don’t you want more of that where that came from, baby” She teases you.

You do, so your mouth goes down to her panties, and you spread your tongue across her pussy. Licking all across, getting a taste of her juices directly, as it makes her moan. “Fuck.” You slide a finger in her pussy at the same time, and start fingering her pussy, your fingers slick with her juices.

You reach her clit with your tongue, and every lick on it stimulates her to the point that she’s screaming. “Fuck! You’re doing so good! Don’t stop... Please don’t stop...” You can feel the neediness in her voice. Her neediness to cum for your mouth. You insert one more finger, and you’re alternating between sucking and licking on her clit, with two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy.

You could tell she was getting close with how she was twitching and basically grinding her pussy on your tongue faster than you could lick her. You don’t stop, listening to her desperate moans begging you to keep going.

You insert a third finger when you sense she’s about to cum. She begins squirting as she finishes, her liquids bursting out from her pussy and making a mess on your face, and wetting the sheets of her bed and the clothes around with her liquids. She holds on to your hair indicating you to keep going, and you do it till she’s made the entire bed wet with her juices.

“Fuck... you are so good at that...” She remarks, breathless. “Seems like you wanted to make an even bigger mess on my face than my cock did on yours.” You tease her. She just giggles before replying. “I hope we’re not done yet though.... I still need to feel your cock somewhere else.”

“Yeah? Where do you need to feel it?”

“You know where.. dont act silly” She says, blushing and looking down.

“Winter miss I think you’re well beyond the point of acting shy. Say it or you’re not getting it.”

“I need it in my pussy. I need it deep in my pussy. I wanna feel every inch of your cock in me.”

Hearing her say the thing you wanted to do most to her made you gather all your energy for perhaps the last round of the night. You get on top of her again. Lining up your cock with the pussy you just made squirt all over. She looks in your eye with lustful desire. Her eyes conveying all her deepest wants with nothing hiding it. Yet she somehow managed to look like the cutest girl in the universe. You weren’t sure how. You move your hips forward. She was so wet that your cock slipped right in.

Her pussy was tight, and she wraps her legs around you, not willing to let you go till you give her what she needs so badly. You comply, beginning to move your hips with a rhythm. She places one hand on your chest and pulls your body closer to her. She wants your body close to her. She wants your body ON her.

You catch her lips with yours as you continue thrusting. By this time both your faces and mouths are messes, but neither of you could care less, and the kiss is more intense than last time as you continue fucking her pussy.

She moans through the kiss, her moans escaping into your mouth and she gets loud for your cock in her. As you pull away from the kiss you can hear just how much moans she’s been suppressing. The sounds of your thighs clapping against hers was loud, but her moans easily blow over all of them.

“Fuck baby, your cock feels so fucking good.” All the honey in her baby is now gone. This one is driven by pure unadulterated lust.

You could listen to her moans for years. But you couldn’t keep going for years. All good things come to an end, and you could feel you were close to cumming. “I’m close Winter.” You let her know. “I want it IN ME. Please. Please.” She begs and wraps her legs tighter around you. Not willing to let go either way. You wanted to cum in her anyway.

She intertwines her fingers with yours and holds on to your palm tightly. “Cum in me baby. I want you.” She clenches her pussy around your cock tightly, which makes you release. Your load flows into her pussy filling her up, cumming more than you thought you could cum. As you move your hips back you can watch how much you came in her, with it now dripping out of her.

The two of you try to clean up (as much as you could after that tiring session) and cuddle into each other’s arms trying to fall asleep. You remember what she told you at the end of your first meeting. “I hope you get all the good things in life.” You think you already did.

[frozenchihuahua]

Chapter 1-

Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley, sat in the therapist's office, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the clock on the wall. Mandated therapy sessions, ordered by John Price, felt more like a punishment than anything beneficial. He was determined to make this as difficult as possible for the new therapist.

“How can someone be late for the first session?” he muttered under his breath, fiddling with a pocketknife in his hands.

The sound of the door opening interrupted his grumbling.

“Sorry I’m late!” A warm, apologetic voice filled the room. “It’s pouring out there, and I forgot my umbrella.”

Ghost looked up to see his new therapist enter. That wasn’t what he had expected—young woman, younger than him but not much, with rain-soaked hair but somehow a soft demeanor. She set her things on the desk without a hint of formality, she placed a dry towel underneath herself, then plopped onto the sofa opposite him, smiling despite her damp clothes.

“Simon Riley, right?” she asked, still catching her breath. “I’m Y/N L/N, you're therapist like you may see. I’ve been working with military personnel, so don’t worry—I’m familiar with all the jargon...probably.” she chuckles.

“Simon.” he replied curtly, studying her with skepticism.

Y/N didn’t seem like someone who has competencies to this. She seemed too carefree for this. Still, Ghost immediately put up his defenses, He was damn irritated by this 'forced' therapy.

“So, how’s this supposed to work?” he asked with clear sarcasm. “Am I supposed to lie on a couch and tell you about my feelings?” He added a bit of irony to the last word, his tone dripping with disdain.

Y/N laughed lightly, she wasn't affected by the man's sarcastic tone. “No, not at all. At first, you can talk about whatever you want or just sit there, and do nothing.” she said calmly. “” Real” therapy doesn’t usually start until a few sessions in. For now, I’d just like to get to know you a little.”

Ghost raised an eyebrow in disbelief. She was nothing like any therapist he had encountered before...she’s strange, without a shadow of a professionalism. “You really think you can get to know someone in…” He glanced at the clock and groaned. “…fifty minutes?”

Woman smiled wider, as if she were secretly waiting for every one of his questions. She leaned slightly towards him.

“Enough to get an idea” she said with a shrug.

Ghost rolled his eyes, his irritation drip clear in his posture.

“Well, my day’s been fucking crap” he said bluntly. “Had to come here, on a completely unnecessary..." The man smirk, "therapy".” He paused before grudgingly adding, “And yours? You got completely soaked.”

She chuckled softly. Wet blonde strands stubbornly stuck to her face.

“Well, mine sucks, i’m soaked and cold” she admitted, glancing down at her damp coat. “But look outside, it’s pouring, yes, but in here it’s dry and warm. We’ve got tea, so it’s not all That bad.”

Her casual, almost cheerful demeanor threw Ghost off balance, her behavior made him nauseous; he was already fed up just thinking about the fact that he couldn't quit this shit.

Ghost sighed deeply, the sound carrying his frustration. He shifted in his chair, leaning back with an air of defiance as if challenging the woman to prove this wasn’t a waste of his time. He studied her again, her calmness almost irritating in its simplicity.

"You don't seem the type" he said abruptly, voice low but pointed.

Y/N tilted her head, her curiosity genuine. "The type for what?"

"Therapist." he replied bluntly. "You look too soft for this line of work."

Her lips curled into a faint smile, not offended but amused. "Soft, huh? I’ll take that as a compliment. But really? Maybe you’ve got me all wrong."

His brow furrowed. He didn’t like being wrong, though he wouldn’t admit it. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his mask a shield for the flicker of interest her words stirred.

"Is that so? Enlighten me then."

She crossed her legs and clasped her hands together, her demeanor still light but now carrying an undertone of seriousness. "Well, Simon, i’m not here to fix you or tell you what to do. My job is to create a space where you can feel... human again, if you want to. That’s not easy. That’s damn hard when you’ve spent years building walls so thick you can’t even see daylight anymore."

He stiffened at her words. "You think you know me?"

"No no, not yet." she replied, unflinching. "But I know the type. i’ve worked with soldiers, operatives, people who’ve seen more than we ever think. And the one thing I’ve learned? Everyone’s got a story. And those stories weigh heavy, whether you admit it or not."

He scoffed, leaning back again, arms crossed once more. "So what? You think I’m just gonna spill mine because you’ve got some fancy degree and a couch?”

“No.” she replied calmly, mirroring his posture with a subtle confidence. “What I want is for you to talk to me like an equal by the time we’re done here, no pressure. Just two people having a normal conversation. So, instead of diving into the deep end and dredging up traumas, let’s start with something simple. Let’s just get to know each other.”

Her tone was steady, her words deliberate but she wasn’t trying to pry or force her way past his walls. Instead, she was extending a kind of olive branch, offering to meet him on common ground.

Ghost raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched into every line of his body. “Get to know each other, huh? Bullshit, what’s that supposed to do?”

“It’s suppose to keep us from wanting to kill each other over the next year.” she said, offering him a convincing smile, one that seemed to almost lighten the weight in the room. “Either way, we’re stuck with each other for the year.”

"Great." he muttered dryly. "A year of this...”

~Gusy i'm not a therapist, the whole story is pure fiction, just have a good time while reading!

English is not my first language, if i made a mistake, please let me know.

- Chapter 2 - ⬇️

[selfloverrrrrr]

Gurl i love your yandere jjk fics ❤️❤️can you maybe do a noncon/babytrap with megumi or yuta?

Both won't be that bad~

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference, Yandere, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Masterlist

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

I'm a student of jujutsu high Tokyo. I'm a first year.... in grade four. Gojo satoru is the one who took the responsibility to make me understand my cursed energy and how to use it. Cause I can't use it properly. So we're best friends... Me, Yuji, Megumi and Nobara. The second year students are also good friends with me. I trust them too.

It was just a normal day at school. It was raining so heavily. I didn't brought umbrella with me. I was late for returning to the droom because of some work. Every students left. I was the one. I was standing in the front door of jujutsu high. Suddenly heard a voice "hey y/n... you need help?" The voice said. I looked at my side. It was Megumi. "Oh... actually I forgot my umbrella today" I replied. "We did too" another voice said. I looked at other side and it was Yuta.

" but we have to go you know... cause it's almost the droom closing time" Megumi said. " OMG really?" I asked. " Yeah... and we have to go without the umbrella you know " Yuta replied. "Then I have to go without umbrella too" I said. Then three of us went out of the school.

We just reached the droom. We were infront of my room. We all were drenched in water. "Thank you guys for coming with me" I said to them. Then I turned around to unlock the door. My dress and specially my skirt was sticking with my body. They started at my ass when I was unlocking the door. When I unlocked the door they both looked at each other and pushed me inside and locked the door.

I looked at them confusedly. " Y/n...sit on the bed and do whatever we want you to do" Yuta said. My body automatically did what Yuta said. I was confused then I saw Yuta copied inumaki's technique. No no no.... that's bad.... it's bad!!!

They both came towards me. Suddenly Megumi took off my skirt. "W-what are you doing" I spoke. "Spread your legs" Yuta said. My legs automatically spread. I looked away with shame. I don't know why is this happening.... Why are they doing it. They were too fast. I didn't even noticed when they took off my and their clothes.

"get on your four" Yuta said and my body did. "Please I don't want this" I said. Megumi stand infront of me and Yuta stand behind me. " now be a good girl and give Megumi a blow job" Yuta continued " Do. It." He said. I squeezed my eyes. Tears flowing down. I opened my mouth shakingly and took Megumi's dick inside my mouth taking the whole length in slowly. It was too big. Megumi's breath hitched. He threw his head back mouth wide open. I slowly sucked his dick and his legs shook. I bobbed my head up and down. His tip was poking the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair and started bobbing my head up and down faster. "Oh god...oh god.... don't...ahhhh... don't stop!!!!" Megumi moaned out loudly. He was bobbing my head up and down faster and faster. He suddenly felt that Megumi was close. In a few minutes he came inside my mouth. He grabbed my chin "Yuta senpai....tell her to swallow" Megumi said. "Swallow it y/n" Yuta said. I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed Megumi's cum.

Yuta flipped me over. Then he lined himself with my entrance. Yuta pushed his whole length in one slide and I scremed with pain. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was screming loudly. His huge dick was giving me too much pain. He started giving me hickeys on my neck and chest. His thursting getting faster and harder. My whole body was shaking. He was moaning too. The way his dick was touching my g-spot make my back arch. It didn't take much time and I came. As I came that smirk again played on his lips.

I felt his dick started throbbing inside me. " Senpai please...not....not inside" I begged in a whisper because I didn't have the power to speak. It was too much for me. When my warm walls clenched around him he moaned loudly. In a few minutes he came inside me. He slowly pull out.

They both came towards me. Yuta stroked my hair and Megumi cupped my face. "Don't worry y/n we'll protect you and love you... We both loved you so much. Then we thought why don't we both have you.... We'll love you and now... you are ours" they whispered in my ear.

Ik it was a short story...but I was running out of ideas...lol💀 I'm sorry...but I'll post like this more...and not gonna make those this short

Give me your requests guys...

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[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2024: Day 22 - Duck!

But Who Warned Them?

When Skarloey returned from the works, he had something Rheneas had never seen before: a cab. “A cab is the latest thing for engines,” Mr Mack the manager told him. “I hope it will cheer you up after your disappointment.” It cheered Skarloey up too much! And the silly coaches made him worse. “Such a handsome engine!” they tittered. “Six wheels and a cab – so distinguished, my dears! It’s a pleasure to see him.”

He soon grew too big for his wheels. He boasted about his cab till poor Rheneas was tired. “You should get one like me, and be up-to-date,” he said. “No thank you! You look like a snail with that house on your back. You don’t go much faster either.” “Slow, am I? Let me tell you…” “Who was late three times last week?” “Oh, it’s no use talking. You’re just an old stick-in-the-mud.” The two called each other more names, and they quarrelled so bad that they ended up back to back – not speaking. It went on for days and days. Neither Mr Mack nor Skarloey’s driver Mr Bobbie could think of a solution to their quarrel, and as the days passed, it did not get any better. Worse yet, the rains came early that year.

They were heavier than usual too, making working a nightmare. None of the crews wanted to work in Rheneas, who had no protection against the elements. They much preferred Skarloey, who at the very least gave them a roof and something of a windshield on two sides. Unfortunately, the cab had no sides to it, only a front and a back. When the wind and rain so desired, it changed direction on the little engine, spraying in through the open sides and drenching his footplate.

Still, Skarloey lorded it over Rheneas. “At least I’m still getting used,” he said one day, when Mr Bobbie mistakenly forgot to park them back to back. “In the driving rain, yes,” retorted Rheneas, gazing out into the gloom. “You must feel very important, being used as a glorified umbrella.” “Umbrella?!” squawked Skarloey. The pair continued to bicker bitterly, until Mr Bobbie returned from his lunch break. He groaned when he realised his mistake. Out of sight of the two engines, a group of navvies helping to expand the big railway had gathered to place bets on who they thought would win the argument. Mr Bobbie rolled his eyes at the group, and climbed aboard his engine.

“Come on, Skarloey,” he said. “We’ve got the afternoon copper run to do.” With that, the little engine set off up the line, complaining bitterly about the biting wind and rain.

The line up to the copper mines and slate quarry was long and winding, passing by the lake Skarloey was named after before swinging around and dividing in two. One line led to the slate quarry and the first copper mine, while the other continued north, towards the base of Culdee Fell and over a deep gorge. After the old wooden bridge had collapsed, a new iron one had been built in its place, creating what looked to most of the men and their engines as a leap of faith.

As Skarloey puffed along, Mr Bobbie gazed out the cab. There was a great deal of built-up earth and mud near the top of the cutting – it looked unsafe. “We’ll have to check it when the rain stops,” he muttered to the fireman. “That could become a landslide very easily.” The fireman agreed, and the trio continued on, their long line of empty trucks clattering behind them.

Skarloey headed out across the new Iron Bridge, and arrived at the copper mine. He had hoped for a quick turn-around so he could get back to his warm shed before nightfall, but when they reached the copper mine his hopes were dashed. The heavy rains had loosened the rocks near one of the shafts, and the entire mine had stopped production until it could be safely cleared away. Poor Skarloey was used to shunt empty trucks around, and even to pull some of the more dangerous boulders down so they could be broken up.

It was tiring work, and it took a great while. By the time they had finished and loaded up Skarloey’s return train, dusk had already been and gone. The moon was steadily rising to the east, barely illuminating their return journey through the driving rain and thick fog that had begun to settle.

The little engine made his way back down the line, shivering at the cold weather. “I hate the rain!” he complained bitterly. Mr Bobbie secretly agreed. Even with the lamps he’d affixed to Skarloey’s bufferbeam, it was nearly impossible to see through the fog.

As they crossed the new Iron Bridge, the wind stirred up again. It tugged Mr Bobbie’s hat right off, stealing it away into the ravine below. Mr Bobbie felt a chill go down his spine. Something didn’t feel right, but he wasn’t sure what. They reached the other side, and began to pass through a steep gorge which had a number of jagged rocks sticking out either side.

“Duck!”

Mr Bobbie and the fireman both dropped to the floor in shock, just in time. A huge chunk of sharp, piercing rock screamed through the open cab and slammed into the opposite wall of the gorge, embedding itself in the rockface.

The fireman gave out a great yell, and practically fainted on the spot. Mr Bobbie just stared, unable to even process what had just happened. “Thank you, Skarloey!” he exclaimed. “If you hadn’t warned us… we’d be gone.” “I didn’t say anything, Mr Bobbie,” Skarloey replied innocently. “What’s going on back there? I felt something fly through my cab.”

Even as Skarloey spoke, Mr Bobbie felt his blood turn to ice. If Skarloey hadn’t warned them, who had?

Mr Bobbie didn’t say anything more until they reached the sheds, thoughts whirling in his mind. Someone had saved their lives, but he just didn’t know who. He did know one thing though: he was never driving an engine past dusk again.

Next time, there mightn’t be someone to save him.

Back to the Master Post

[aoioozora]

Sharing an umbrella with the Ghosts

I shared an umbrella with my boyfriend the other day and I can't help but wonder what the Ghosts would do if you told them you forgot your umbrella and had to share one with them.

Logan Walker:

He owns only one umbrella, and it's a small one, but he shows up anyway

When you get under it, he makes sure to tilt the umbrella more to your side so that your shoulder wouldn't get wet

He eventually gets his shoulder so wet that he goes, "Fuck it we ball," and hands you the umbrella and just begins frolicking in the rain like he's in a Bollywood movie

"Aren't you cold?" "Hell no! I love this!"

Comes back home sneezing and drenched, but not regretting it.

David 'Hesh' Walker:

He takes the only one he has (which is also Logan's) and comes to get you.

When you get under the umbrella, he puts his arm around you and pulls you close to him to keep both of you from getting wet.

"It's so cold, isn't it?" he quips, chuckling. He's definitely not holding you close because he feels cold.

Both of you chat while you walk and it's smooth sailing; both of you are mostly dry when you reach.

He secretly hopes you'll forget your umbrella the next time so he can do this again.

Elias 'Scarecrow' Walker:

He shows up in a CAR.

And he's annoyed that you forgot to take an umbrella with you.

"I told you countless times to take an umbrella when you go out. It's been raining cats and dogs lately!" he scolds you and shakes his head as soon as you sit in the car and strap on the seatbelt.

And when you apologise, he sighs and then proceeds to pat your head and your face to see if you're cold, and when he does, he turns up the car heater and begins driving.

A car is technically an umbrella, right?

Thomas Merrick:

He smartly owns more than one umbrella and brings one along for you to use.

He gives you a very girly looking umbrella, which you are not sure why such a manly man like him owns, but umbrella is umbrella so you use it anyway

Until you find that there's a small hole in the fabric. You inform him of it and he frowns, realising that it could've been gnawed off by pesky bugs after being inside the storeroom for too long. "Need to call pest control," he mutters under his breath.

When you tell him you can manage with the hole since it's just a minor thing, he refuses point blank. "Come here," he gruffly beckons you under his umbrella.

He takes the girly umbrella and holds it for you, not wanting you to carry a burden in addition to your bag.

He lets you hold on to his arm while you walk so you can keep up with him and not stumble (he may or may not have flexed his bicep as you did)

It's a comfortable and quiet walk back.

Keegan Russ:

He also owns only one umbrella, but it's a big one

When you get under the umbrella, he shakes his head and gives you a playful knock on your forehead with his knuckles.

"I'm not doing this again, you hear me?" he chides.

He then shoves his hand in his pocket as both of you walk. When he sees that you're getting a little wet, he holds the umbrella in his other hand and then proceeds to put his arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to his side.

"Getting wet even under the umbrella, just what I would expect of you," he complains, but his voice is affectionate. You roll your eyes. "That's not my fault. You're not holding the umbrella properly." It becomes a bicker-banter fest from there.

He'd do this again. A hundred times.

Kick:

He has more than one umbrella, but deliberately comes with only one.

"I can't believe you forgot your umbrella. Is this a ploy to share one with me?" he asks jokingly. "Yes." you answer. "Oh." He didn't expect that.

Both of you begin walking together, and he appears to be a bit jumpy.

"What's wrong?" you ask. "I kinda want to play in the rain." he replies.

And just like Logan, he hands you the umbrella and goes frolicking while you walk alongside him, watching and smiling.

Your smiles are short-lived when he does the opposite of keeping you dry by kicking water at you from the puddles.

By the time both of you are back home, both of you are far from dry and just cold, wet, and miserable.

"That was fun. We should do it again!" "NO!"

You enjoyed it anyway.

Alex 'Ajax' Johnson:

He's got a variety of umbrellas, but he brings a big one.

"Let me carry those for you," he says, pointing to your bags. "Oh no, it's alright, you don't have to," you say, but he insists and you give him some of your bags. "Come on, give me all of them," he presses. "Why?" "My mama raised a gentleman and I'm not letting a lady carry heavy bags in my presence." You relent, but question him, "But then how are you gonna hold the umbrella?" "Oh." He then gives you a sheepish grin. "Will you hold it?"

You end up holding the umbrella up for both of you, but you don't mind it at all. He is happily carrying the heavier burdens for you.

The walk back has you secretly admiring his strength.

Riley:

The sweet little boy comes dressed in a cute yellow raincoat, holding an umbrella in his mouth.

He's a smart dog! He knows his way around and is well-trained enough to be focused on his mission.

When he delivers the umbrella to you, he happily trots by your side while you hold his leash, offering you his scary dog privileges.

[yuri-is-online]

congrats on 300!! i rlly like ur writing (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)♡*⁠。can i get prompt 23 with ace and jamil?? ty!! 🫶

23. Sharing an umbrella on the way home

Thank you annon ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) I am really happy you like my writing! I hope you like this too <3

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, uh I accidentally made Ace's post a bit angsty sorry! I promise the goal is still fluff. Check out the rest of the event requests here.

Ace

"Damn it's really coming down out there." Whistles Ace as your little group stands around in the main hall. The skies had been pretty clear when you left for class this morning, but by lunch the rain had been nasty enough to convince Coach Varags to move P.E. indoors. Or maybe Crewel had done that either way, you supposed, an act of god had occurred.

The distant noise of thunder made you a bit nostalgic, Epel leaning back, nodding at the skies, and letting out a "We really needed this" hadn't helped. Rain has a way of making everyone nostalgic, and right now it is making you very lonely.

"Hey prefect," Ace's smiling face fills your vision, winking in a way that promises nothing good and everything fun, voice dropping down just a notch "bet you forgot your umbrella." Your stomach dropped as your gaze immediately snapped off into the distance.

"Oh... yeah I guess I left it at home." Was it raining when you left home? You aren't sure, you know it was raining in Twisted Wonderland that night, that's how you met Grim.

"Stupid, what you'd leave it there for?" He had been teasing before, and he still is, but there's a slight pout there he always has when you dare to go off on an adventure alone. "It won't be any any use to you back at Ramshackle-"

"No like home home." Your group falls silent for a bit after that, and you try to not fell bad about how your other friends begin to move on towards there destination-

The edge of someone's umbrella fills your vision, to your surprise Ace doesn't bother to move, instead choosing to stand beside you in comfortable silence. Like he has been there all along.

Jamil

"Kalim, what was the one thing I told you to do this morning?" Jamil takes in half a breath, trying to remember to count in between.

"Check the weather report!" Kalim cheerfully replies.

"And what was the one thing you did not do this morning?" As if to really punctuate Jamil's point, thunder claps in the background as Kilm breaks eye contact with him.

"Ah ha... check the weather report." Kalim's still smiling despite his clear embarrassment. Jamil lets out almost all of the air in his body with a heavy sigh, but the stress remains as he glares down at the single umbrella he had packed for today. Usually he would be much more... prepared for Kalim than this but he has been insistent lately that Jamil start letting him prepare himself for the day.

"Just take it." He holds out the umbrella towards Kalim who winces.

"But!"

"It's ok Kalim, Jamil can share with me." Before Jamil can turn towards you to protest Kalim immediately snatches up the umbrella and dashes towards the courtyard.

"Sorry if I overstepped," you say, moving to hold the umbrella over his head with a smile "I just wanted to walk with you." The last bit of breath puffs out of his lungs, finally releasing the tension from his forehead.

"Fine." his embarrassment settled he makes sure to place his hand just over yours. "At least let me hold it with you."

[satubby]

Memories of a love

|Warning: This is narrated from Sunjae's perspective. I am not responsible for what you read, and there may or may not be errors in his personality and/or events, it is for the good of the plot.| Status: unedited

The time we shared together, though brief, seemed eternal; I longed for it to stay that way. I know I'm not selfish, even if sometimes I'm forced to be because of how I was raised, but when I met you, maybe for an instant I wished I was. We were teenagers, and although I wanted to give myself to you, my shyness and hesitation prevented me from doing so at the time.

I still remember that day in the rain, when I forgot my umbrella while I was working delivering packages. You came running up, laughing as you ran away from your brother, and we accidentally collided, falling to the ground on the porch and getting soaked. You apologised as you helped me up, and that moment is etched in my mind; our lips almost brushed, and your blue umbrella rested nearby, reflecting the sound of the rain.

During the summer, I used to visit you in secret. I wanted to get to know you better, so one day I decided to go to the shop where you worked. I pretended to look for something on the shelves, but I really just wanted to see you. I picked up a random VHS, but it turned out to be from the XXX category. That didn't matter though; all I wanted was to spend time with you. You ended up falling asleep on my arm without even looking at me.

I also remember when you ran away from the dean and some annoying girls, and I can't help but remember the times we almost accidentally kissed. Those were beautiful and unforgettable moments.

When we started high school, we each made new friends, but you always greeted me with a smile. You came to watch me compete as an Olympic swimmer and celebrated my victories, no matter if I won or lost.

You were by my side on the day of the accident, when my dreams of becoming a national swimmer faded. I kept everything to myself and even though you tried to comfort me, I rejected you, being stupid to push you away.

I even ignored you for 2 weeks, even though you were stubbornly coming to see me and I never left my room.

It hurts me to see all those moments together fade away. At 19, we were still friends, but I felt that was changing. I wanted something more, but you fell in love with someone else, and that distanced me even more from you. Although some time later, you came back to me, apologising for something you hadn't even done.

I admit I was selfish at the time. I wanted to be when it came to you. My jealousy grew every time I saw you with other men, and in the end I confessed all my sorrows and fears to you. You were understanding, you hugged me and let me cry in silence.

However, a bitter pill poisoned our lives. That night, you were alone on the bus, but I couldn't join you because I was working in my father's restaurant. I deeply regret that. We had promised to go to karaoke that night, but we could not.

When I got your call that rainy night, I heard your trembling, anguished voice, begging me to save you from someone who was chasing you. I ran faster than I had ever run in my life, but I was too late. I saw you hurt, scared, and my heart stopped. I fought your attacker, even if he hit me, it didn't matter.

Even while you were crying over the sock, you couldn't stop whispering my name. "Sunjae, Sunjae"

Even though he was arrested, the damage was done. You lost a lot of blood, you had fractures. I took you to the hospital, and your relatives arrived quickly. They thanked me for my help, but when you woke up, you didn't remember anything.

From that moment on, I knew you would never be the same. I visited you in the hospital, but you hardly recognised me. Your voice didn't come from those beautiful lips, and that saddened me deeply.

I stopped seeing you after that. I don't know if I was a coward for not being able to bear to see you in that state or if I simply resigned myself to not confessing my feelings to you. Still, it pains me to the core. Even when I returned your umbrella to you on the bridge, your disbelieving eyes reminded me that you no longer remembered who I was. Your friend came and took you away.

That same night, I received news of a car accident that claimed two lives: yours and your friend's. My heart stopped, I no longer cared about the party or the concert. I stayed in the hotel, staring into the void.

My mind is in chaos, and I just wish I could stop regretting it. I know you'd be angry for not answering your calls and for not keeping our promise that rainy night.

The wind blows, and I feel lost. My memories with you echo in my mind. And then, I let myself fall into the water. My hair blows in the wind, and I don't know why I do it, I just know I could never forget you. My life without you is meaningless.

Honestly, I just know that I've been longing for something that was never possible. I wish I could have saved you that day.

Greed and sorrow

Go through the abyss of time

Seas are on fire

And the moon's falling down

So I'm playing my lyreIn the last rays of sun

Be mine

When the world ends and skies tumble down

WhyIs the water so soothing to drown?

Hug me tight

You're lighter than feather... This second of life

Feels like forever. WhenTruth sounds like lieWhen you and I are buried in the ruins of EarthI'll be by your side for what it's worthIf we face the gates of Hell, mmm

Seas are on fire

And the moon's falling down

So, I'm playing the lyreIn the last rays of sun

Be mine

When the world ends and skies tumble down

WhyIs the water so soothing to drown?You're lighter than feather. This second of life

Feels like forever, hmm-mm

This world has failed us, oh

Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn...

So let it burn

[annachum]

Angel Dust and Husk's first date

. A month after Loser Baby, Husk and Angel are just chit chatting at the bar late at night, when Husk said, ' Hey, uh....you free tomorrow night? '

Angel : * heart drops, knowing where this is going * I'm off tomorrow all day....why?

Husk : I'd like to take you to this fancy Italian restaurant down the street tomorrow night. Food and drink on me....if that's what you like.

Angel : Are you.....are you asking me on a date, Husky? * heart eyes *

Husk : Well, yeah, I mean, for the past 4 months we met, I came to.....* face blushes * Fuck, I really like ya a lot, kid, okay? And you deserved to be treated real nice -

Angel : * kisses Husk on rhe nose * Pick me at 6pm, handsome. And don't be late. * Saunters off * I'll see ya tomorrow night, Husky Poo.

Husk : Night, Tony. * once he left * ( grumbles ) Ughhhh, WHY have I become such a sap.

. Later in Angel's room

Angel Dust : * on the phone with Cherri * CHERRI, WE ARE SO GONNA SHOP AT THE SIN CITY MALL FIRST THING TOMORROW MORNING. ADDING A SPA TOO.

Cherri : Why? What's the event?

Angel : HUSKY JUST ASKED ME OUT!!!

Cherri and Angel : * excited screaming *

. The next day at morning Cherri and Angel meet up at a SIN City Cafe for a pancake breakfast before going on a full day shopping and spa spree

. Cherri being a good sister figure helped Angel pick out a best date night outfit possible

. After lunch at a salad place, they treated themselves to a spa afternoon before heading back to Angel's room for a date night

. Later that evening, with Husk in a fancy black and gold suit waiting for Angel, he looked up and jaws hit the floor at Angel sauntering down the stairs to Jessica Rabbit's theme ( he played the music ) in a scintillating fuschia backless dress, white gloves and black boots, with pearls head to toe.

. Husk : Woah.....* hands Angel a bouquet of pink roses he picked out from Rosie's Emporium with some help from Alastor, Rosie and Nifty, who practically frogmarched Husk to Cannibal Town for a date night fit and such earlier that day * You look beautiful, Tony. * kisses Angel's hand *

Angel : * blushes * Awwww. What a gentleman. Shall we go?

Husk : Mmhmm. * offers a hand, to which Angel intertwines it *

. La Gondolia was one of the swankiest Italian joints in Pentagram City, and when Angel and Husk showed up there by Charlie's red limo, the ambience of the restaurant, combined with a live jazz band and fancy waiters serving up silver trays of food, instantly gave Angel flashbacks of the fancy eating outs he had with his parents and siblings growing up

. They got themselves a reserved table, and they thoroughly enjoyed a 4 course meal while sipping wine

. The wine made both of them losen up their nerves. Soon, they started exchanging inside jokes in Italian

. They ordered a 4 course set which consists of shrimp and cherry tomato bruschetta with green goddess soup, mozzarella ravioli in pumpkin sauce for Angel and spinach lasagna for Husk, and then Bistecca alla Fiorentina for both, and milk Gelato with honey and olive oil for desert

. And then before desert, Husk led Angel Dust to the dance floor and they did a romantic slow dance to the live band's cover of ' Something Stupid '

. Eventually, Husk footed the whole bill ( even tho Angel never asked of it ), to which Angel is impressed by the gallant gesture

. After the dinner

Angel : I really enjoyed the date, Husky....thanks. * smiles *

Husk : * smiles tenderly * Glad you enjoyed it, kid. Charlie ain't wrong when she recommended me this place.

The rain starts to pour

Angel : Shit, I forgot my umbrella. The weather forecast didn't really say there is gonna be rain....

Husk : Don't worry, Tony. I got us an umbrella at the limo. So it should come around any minute now. * pause * Can I....uh....kiss you while we are waiting for the limo?

Angel : Oh, suga, * bats eyelashes * You already have me at hello

. Husk wraps his strong arms around Angel, flapped his wings a bit higher to his height...and slowly, tenderly pressed his lips to Angel's

. The first kiss feels like a wonderful somersault, as tongues began battling for dominance. Things are starting to get a bot heated when the limo arrived

. Husk : Oh, great, limo's here.

Angel : * chuckles * Wanna continue at the back?

Husk : * laughs * Lemme get the umbrella, baby. * scoots in the limo, comes out with a spare umbrella, then takes off his tuxedo coat and wrap it around Angel as he escorted Angel back in *

. Once in there, the 2 began making out and cuddling tenderly to soft romantic music as the rain poured outside

. Once back at the Hotel, Angel Dust and Husk are laughing and talking as Husk escorted Angel back to his room

. Angel grabbed Husk by the collar and kissed him passionately, and with a big grin, he grooned, ' Buona noche, kitty. ' And wjth a wink, he goes back to his room

. Husk was in a daze as he sauntered back to his room, humming Singing in the Rain to himself

. Next day at breakfast all their friends are so happy when Husk and Angel announced they are an item!!

🤩🤩🤩🥺

[uhdrienne]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

08. rumour mill

🌼warnings: wonwoo is sick, you almost burn down the house!

🌼 word count: ~2k

Wonwoo

The story has changed. Now it's a tale about how he's been in love with you for a while and that you got together after the car accident.

Miss Hwang and all the members of the chat group have spiraled the rumours out of control, and he feels... awkward, to say the least. The villagers don't whisper very conspicuously when you walk past, and sometimes when you see him going about town on his part-time jobs, fixing people's sinks and building them new shelves, you say hi and end it there to stop the rumour mill.

Wonwoo knows it too, because he's now decided to keep his chats slightly shorter before excusing himself. Which is why he's currently standing outside Grandma Lee's house quietly, watching as Park Chanyeol chats you up.

"This house is gorgeous," He hears Chanyeol enthuse. "The traditional feel, you know -- and with that yard! Nostalgic, and it would look insane on the show thumbnail--"

As Chanyeol yaps on about the 180-degree rule and the height of the boom mics he plans to use, Wonwoo stifles a yawn behind his palm. Not understanding any bit of film lingo is so boring, and he doesn't know how you haven't already dozed off. Well, perks of the very person being your longtime crush, he supposes.

Actually he's not sure why he thought of that.

Anyway, he skips over that part, he has work to do. He's promised to get a tarp for Chanyeol, set up accommodation, and ensure the film crew doesn't end up homeless for the next few weeks.

He walks off, but he glances back.

Park Chanyeol really is very noisy.

Wonwoo

Okay, this is getting a little ridiculous.

Delia hasn't seen much of you after work. Seungkwan and Joshua haven't seen you either, except at the weekend cleaning when you're on sweeping duty, and sometimes at village meetings when you ask them if the apples you bought are of good enough quality. He watches as Joshua explains how to tell the difference between good apples and mediocre ones.

He hasn't seen you much either. He hasn't seen you come into the coffee shop for your daily coffee run on the way to the clinic, or walking around with Delia near the lighthouse that he knows you sometimes do around 9pm.

If he wanted to guess (which he doesn't, honestly), you were probably at the team dinners which Chanyeol is apparently very generous with, or with the producer himself, hanging out at a streetside stall or something. Which is ridiculous, because with the amount you could drink, he knew you were probably not one to turn down a party when you weren't being stiff and awkward.

Which was also ridiculous in itself, because--

Wonwoo stops himself. Everything about you is ridiculous. Everything he's feeling and thinking is absolutely bat-shit crazy.

Wonwoo's never been a crazy person. He's always been perfectly rational and cheerful, a nothing-can-get-me-down kind of guy.

He is.

That night, he makes sure to completely fill up his days ahead. Back to back. And no going to the clinic.

You

"Ah, I forgot my umbrella is with Delia," You mutter as the first heavy drops of the storm start to pelt down. "I just ordered this top -- agh---"

You decide to just make a run for it when the redness of the night sky indicates that the rain won't stop anytime soon. At least, you aren't driving this time around.

"Wait! Y/N!"

"Chanyeol?"

"What're you doing out -- you hate the rain. Get under here."

"Uh... thanks! It's late, shouldn't you get ready for filming in a couple days?"

"Last-minute checks on Grandma's house to make sure all's good." He grins. "But it's good that the weather is cooling a bit. Easier for us to film."

He shelters you with the umbrella as he takes you to your door.

"Oh, you're back -- hey, Producer." Wonwoo's leaning against the wall near your door, with no umbrella, and water starting to drip off his backpack.

"Chief Jeon!" You call over the sound of the rain as you near him. "Get under here, you told me you're more prone to colds --"

"It's okay," Wonwoo refuses, his face changing a little bit as he looks at you two. "I just wanted to drop this off." He ducks his head under the umbrella and hands you a brown paper bag which you accept, absolutely bewildered.

"What's this?"

"Fruits!" He has to raise his voice to be heard over the rain now. "Grandma Lee said to pass you some clementines since she said you liked them during the village meeting."

"Oh!" You lean in to take a look, but look up to shoot him a stern gaze. "Why'd you stay in the rain? You'll fall sick."

He snickers. "It's just a little rain. I have to patrol the roads up ahead to make sure all's good anyway. The rain here gets bad, and we can't have any more accidents happening."

"Wait!" Chanyeol calls as Wonwoo makes to leave. "I can go with you, we can share the umbrella. Don't fall sick trying to work so hard, Chief. Y/N, can you go on in--"

"Yeah, of course, don't worry about me -- Wonwoo, go with him, you'll be sheltered at least--"

"Hey," Wonwoo interjects, a half-smile appearing on his face. "Thanks for asking. I'll be fine, really. Producer, get Miss Doctor safely in the house, okay?" He raises his hand in farewell and darts off before you can say anything else.

"Chief Jeon--"

You look up the way he's going, a frown on your face.

"Happy first day of filming," You smile slightly as Chanyeol startles and turns to face you, his signature grin on full display.

"Hey there, thanks!" He says happily. "You'll stick around for the day?"

"Can't," You grimace. "I have work. But let me know how it goes, yeah?"

"Sure!" he waves. "Have a good day. Right I was about to ask, do you, by chance, want to --"

A loud cough and a clear of the throat interrupts and you both turn. It's Wonwoo trudging in your direction. Well, if the man underneath a pale complexion and eye bags is Wonwoo, at least.

"Damn, Chief Jeon," Chanyeol gapes. "Are you...good?"

"Splendid. The weather's good," Wonwoo replies, trying to nod but slowing it down, no doubt because of his throbbing head.

You march to him and press your hand on his forehead. "Hey. You're burning up!"

"Shhh, softer." He mutters. "My head hurts."

"Hey, man, take a day off," Chanyeol says, clearly distressed that his newfound right-hand man is ill. "We can deal with stuff over here. Uh, I can't send you home, but--"

"I can." You sling his arm over your shoulder, clicking your tongue as Wonwoo grumbles no. "No complaints. House call. We'll get going, Chanyeol."

"Yeah-- yeah!" Chanyeol pats Wonwoo on the shoulder. "Rest. Get well soon, okay?"

Wonwoo mutters something intelligible in response as you try to heave him away as gently as possible. The villagers are already staring, but it's the last thing on your mind.

"Hey, Chief Jeon?" You ask cautiously as you move. "Can you tell me roughly how to get to your house?"

His voice is all droopy and quiet, but you make out a few vague directions of "You're insufferable... left, up...ahead, and to the right..."

After the trip to his house takes double the time it usually would, given that he's already shaky on his own two legs and you have to move slowly, you try your best to tuck him entirely onto his sofa and look around for a comforter.

As you take his temperature, you survey his house. It's the first time you've ever been in his home, and it's the stark opposite of yours: the books are neatly shelved, his belongings exactly where they should be. There's a cozy, worn feeling to it like it's been lived in for a long time. Photo frames decorate the shelves, with books and small decorations, seemingly made of wood, arranged neatly.

You hear a groan, and you turn to see Wonwoo wincing as he tries to sit up. You sigh. "Don't get up. You took meds or ate today?"

"No," He grumbles, clearly put out by his current situation.

"Right, okay," You reply. "Can Mrs Woo send porridge over, or should I go buy some from her?"

"No chance," He mumbles, still trying to detangle his feet from the comforter you threw over him. "Jiwoo has a school play, she shut up shop for the day to see it."

You pause for a moment. "Okay...you've got rice in here?"

"Yeah....why..?"

"I'll make you something to eat with your meds. Back to sleep. Give me a while."

He sighs. "Don't bother. It's fine. I'll eat later with my meds. Off you go, shoo."

"Doctor's orders," You retort, and he groans in frustration, which almost makes you chuckle. "Rice is in the second drawer. Please don't burn my house down."

You almost (?) don't make edible porridge.

In your defence, the pot was small and the fire on the stove wasn't supposed to be that big. You're not sure if rice can be burnt, and can only hope that the salt and sauces you put in there at least salvage it a little.

Wonwoo is completely knocked out when you reach the living room, and you decide not to wake him up since he clearly needs the rest. You tuck the comforter under his chin again and get a tray of porridge ready, along with the meds you find.

After you put it on the table, you scribble a note and stick it to the table, and then turn to look at him.

He looks....cute. His hair is ruffled, his face soft in slumber, and he looks peaceful and undisturbed.

You sigh. "So you are a little cute when you have to be, huh?"

You lean over and brush the hair out of his eyes, and he lets out a soft sound and leans into your touch, like a cat.

Quietly, you stroke his hair, and after a few moments, he seems satisfied and stills again, evidently falling back into deep sleep.

A small pang comes to your heart, because he seems so small, curled up on his couch and sleeping off his fever.

Before you know what you're doing, you lean over and kiss his forehead.

And you then proceed to grab your things and run out of the house, in utter shock.

Fuck.

You just kissed Jeon Wonwoo.

Wonwoo

When he stirs, the house is quiet.

Wonwoo gets out of his comforter, yawning and massaging his neck from the awkward position he just came out of.

He spots the tray on the table, and he chuckles before reaching for the bowl. "She really did make food."

He spoons some out and takes a bite. "Oh, wow."

Then swallows it and muses, "How do you mess porridge up so badly?"

He picks up the Post-it note. "Eat it and then have your meds. Get well soon and don't skip meals. Call if you need anything."

Despite his drowsiness and the horrendous porridge, he finds it in him to smile.

Well, he thinks later as he stands to bring his empty bowl to the kitchen, at least you washed the dishes.

BONUS

"The clementines are fresh today," Grandma Lee tells him. "You take some home, got it?"

"Ah, got it, Grandma," Wonwoo says, before grinning at her. "Save more for yourself. I can always get more later."

She smiles back at him. "Don't forget to get more, then. They go stale really quickly. Right. That reminds me, I should ask Y/N to get some. She liked them during the village meeting, right?"

Wonwoo feels a little more alert at the mention of you. "Hm? Did she?"

"Yeah," Grandma Lee says. "Hm, maybe I should bring a bag to her house? She's busy nowadays."

"Ah, I'll do it," Wonwoo says, helping to pick some out and pack them. "It's tiring to make the trip, I've got it covered."

Grandma Lee beams at him in thanks, and Wonwoo applauds himself for seeming normal enough.

It's not like he's there to do anything more than be a friend anyway. It's not like he's going to have a chat with you, make sure you're not too busy with that noisy producer.

Definitely not.

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼 pairing: wonwoo x reader fic (written, fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired)

🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

ch.08: rumour mill

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🌼 taglist: @gaslysainz @lev1hei1chou @mingycr

writer's note: ok so i was originally planning to make her mad about the rumours BUT 👆 i decided that it wouldn't fit in anymore since number one: she's getting along better with wonwoo and everyone else, and number two: it's high time she had a bit of character development cos there is a fine line between being snappish and being an ass! thank you for readinggg~

btw i love chanyeol and everything exo too and i just felt chanyeol was perfect for the golden retriever film producer role :"

[rafayelsss]

Heyo! I love your Rafie fics! I was wondering if you would like to write a fanfic where S/I doesn't like rain. Like she jokes about them feeling like "watery knives", but even if she doesn't like rain too much... She plays in it just to see fish boyo happy even though she is grumbling.

Idk just wanna see Rafayel be a tease more. Lol thank you for your hard work!

my first official request on this blog!! tysm for requesting! i had fun with this one bc i love him

SINGIN’ IN THE RAIN ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

content: rafayel x gn!reader (was meant to be fem but in the end no gendered terms were used), no y/n, raf gets a cold at the end

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Rafayel somehow convinces you into the rain with him.

The streetlamps scattered around glowed in contrast to the dimly lit afternoon sky, hues of indigo and rouge signaling the beginning of a cold, familiar night in Linkon City.

And what would be a familiar night without Rafayel at your side?

He’s slowly and surely weaseled his way into your routine strolls, in which he now accompanies you whenever he has the time to. Strangely, he always has free space in his schedule for you, which he insists is a coincidence, or that it was simply fate that brought you two together once more.

“So what’s our next stop? The bakery downtown for the third time this week?” Rafayel asked, balancing himself on the curbs of the sidewalk.

“Second, actually.” You corrected quickly with a glare. “Besides, you didn’t have to come along today either… Stop complaining.”

Rafayel feigned mock offense, bringing a hand to his chest as he shook his head. “And leave you all alone in this vast, wide, big and scary city? No way. How could you ever live without me?”

You actually could very well live without him. But he’s too cute to leave, unfortunately.

“I can handle myself just fine, Rafie… You can leave if you don’t want to be he-”

Rafayel cuts through your sentence swiftly. “No thanks.”

Before you could even open your mouth to raise more questions as to what he exactly means by that plain and final answer, your words are diluted by the sudden downpour of rain above.

You watch as most people around you run for shelter from the rain, some more prepared ones opening their umbrellas and calmly carrying on with their day. Being a part of the unlucky few that didn’t bring one, you drag Rafayel to a nearby bus stop.

“Weird… They said it’d be cloudy at most today.” You muttered under your breath, the top of your head already wet, water dripping off the strands of hair.

Rafayel chuckles at you drenched state. “When were weather forecasts ever 100%? This is why you have to think of every possibility.”

“Oh? Does this mean you brought an umbrella?” You raised a brow at him expectantly. If he was so confident, then surely…–

“Nope.”

You stared at him in sheer, unbridled disappointment and confusion. “What do you mean, ‘nope’?”

“I was going to bring an umbrella,” Rafayel paused for effect to tap on his chin to ponder for half a second. “but it looks like I forgot. I was so excited to see you again that it completely slipped out of my mind.”

“You…” You inhaled sharply and exhaled back out deeply to keep your blood pressure steady.

He flashes you a grin in an attempt to be a little apologetic, but it was obvious he wasn’t one bit.

“How am I supposed to go home with the weather this bad?” You looked up at the sky, the rain still unrelenting in its showers. You didn’t know how long it would last, and it was getting rather late into the day already.

Rafayel tilts his head at you and grabs a hold of your wrist, stepping forward from under the cover of the bus stop and into the drizzling skies. “We make a run for it, duh.”

He says it as if it’s such an obvious solution, one you should have thought of much sooner.

“We could get a cold, and I don’t look forward to walking past the front door soaked from head to toe!” You argue, disapproving of such a reckless idea. But then again, you’d be lying if his suggestion didn’t pique some sort of interest within you. “And it feels like a bunch of watery knives raining down from up above.”

“Don’t worry, if you flap your limbs, dance and doge around enough, and run as fast as you can, you’ll be able to deflect its attacks. And… A little rain never hurt anyone.”

Rafayel eagerly awaits your answer, but you both knew you didn’t have the heart to turn him down if he kept looking at you with those sparkling purple eyes, practically begging for you to accept and loose a little.

His hand slid down from your wrist to your hand, intertwining your fingers together lightly. You return his gesture with a smile.

“Okay, fine.”

—

The next morning, you receive a text message from Rafayel.

Rafayel poked you

Rafayel: [im dying]

You: [Told you you’d get sick.]

Rafayel: [dun u want me to get better? come here and nurse me back to health urself]

—

[snowywolf1005]

@endism : SORRY THAT I REPLIED LATE BUTTT

How did y/n meet the cats, would they be clingy, cautious etc etc about it, maybe even what would they do when y/n invited someone in

Oh and, how will they react when y/n has to go to work? Thats all!! Ohmigosh i can't wait 😭😭😭🤭🤭🤭

@snowywolf1005 The straw hats pirates and the whitebeard pirates pls!

You got it!

The whitebeard pirate, um... there are a lot of crew, so I'll put Ace and marco if that okay.

"Aw, geez, it raining! Good thing I have my umbrella!" You said you just finished working at the vet. You walked holding some gift of basket, and you heard a meow, you turn to your left to see a small calico kitten, wearing a strawhat.

"Hey, kitty! Are you alone?" You said, picking the calico cat, then you saw the whole kitten running up to you. "Oh my goodness! Oh my gosh! We have a kitten problem!" You said.

You watch the kittens run around you, meowing, it look like they're cold and hungry. You can't just leave, so you decided to take all of them, there only 12 of them. So, you put them in them in the basket you have.

It was really hard to catch them, but you managed to catch them. "Okay! Let head home!" You said you finally made it back home. You let all cats out, and they started exploring around your house. You did bring some cat food and toys.

But you realize something you check what gender are they, you pick up one of the cat wearing a strawhat and the cat who is bicolor cat. And wearing an orango hat.

You check, "mhm, they're male. Well, let hope they don't all neutered," you put them down, and the bicolor cat wearing an orange hat just ran away. 'That wried...' You thought, but you ignore it and keep looking gender. It wasn't easy when all the cat just saw what you just did.

They started running and hiding, "What the!?" You said, so you captured them seeing their gender. "Okay, 2 female and 10 males." The cats were shaken what had just happened (by the way! You notice the cat have tag on their name)

"Oh! I forgot it dinner time!" You went to the kitchen to peared for dinner, some cat watch you cook.

One of them went to the cabinets, "No, luffy! You can't eat while I'm cooking, I'll do your food later." You grab luffy and put him on the ground with the rest of the cats. "Okay, done! Now it is time to feed the cat!" You grab out some cat tuna and place it in plates, two of them to share.

The cat ate really fast, "Aw geez, I should head back to bed." You went to your bedroom, some cats notices and follows you. Cat sanji saw you change your clothes and tries not to bleed his nose.

"Goodnight, kitty~" you said, shut your eyes, luffy jump to your bed and sleep next to you. The others join in too, marco sleep on your pillow.

THE NEXT DAY

You woke up, yawning. "The fuck!?" You yelled, when you saw cats sleeping on your bed. The cats jump when they hear you yell, you see Luffy on your lap, meowing of food, "Okay, luffy, I'll get you some food" you said, come out of bed and go to the kitchen.

"Here you go." You put the plates down, the cats came, you watch them eat. You drink some coffee, then you hear someone is knocking.

You check who it is, and it your friend, "Hey, (Y/N)! I bought some cake!" Said (F/N), but she leaned over. She saw that you had cats, and she gasped. "(Y/N)! You have cats! There are so many!" (F/N) sequel, you sigh.

You explained to your friend what just happened and what there name are, while the strawhat cat watched you two talking and luffy wants your attention cause last you pet him. So luffy come closer to get your attention, but you aren't paying attention.

Luffy meow, even the others want your attention. So they started climbing on you, "Um, (Y/N), ace is climbing on you," she said, trying not to laugh and almost take a picture.

You grab ace put on the ground, and Ace came and started licking on you. You shoo him away, but he couldn't stop there. After your friend.

"Oh! I forgot something! I brought you guys some gifts!" You show them some toys, and you brought meat plushy and luffy love it so much. They love it, and they love you too.

It wasn't until when you had to go work and they couldn't let you go. They just blocked the door, climbed on to you, and steal your car keys. So you have an idea, you lead them to your room, put more cat food or toys and run to the door.

When you come back from work, they climb on to you and give you kisses 💓💓💓💗💗💗💖💖💖💖.

[raineynightswrld]

𖥻 Light my cigarette? 𖥨 🚬

greetings. welcome to my first blog ever :). im going to keep this short and simple, my name is raine and i haven’t seen much vito scaletta fanfics on here, so i decided to step up and share some silly imagine/one shot or whatever. not proofread, cliche trope and lazy ending !

overall warnings: reader is implied to be female, smoking, strangers to lovers, cliche moments, kissing, stealing, romantic tension, swearing, slight ooc, really really lazy ending 😭

setting and fandom: mafia 2, 1951.

It was a normal, rainy night in Empire Bay. The trees were rumbling, as droplets of water fell from the night sky at a slow rate while the moon shined its light on the streets of Small Italy. You’d be either insane in the head or in a rush if you were walking around with this weather going on, especially without an umbrella.

Speaking of people insane in the head, you unwillingly stepped in a big puddle, staining your brand new coat and shoes. You hissed in annoyance and took a step back, raising your arms and cursed under your breath: “Fucking hell… can’t even go somewhere without bad luck smudging my fucking asscheeks! Shit was expensive as fuck too.. goddammit.”

Not only did you stain some expensive clothing and pair of shoes, you also forgot your umbrella at home, making this situation even more worse. You just wanted the earth to split in two, gobble you up and never let go of you again. Your hair was wet, and mascara ran down your cheeks like a river. Your coat didn’t help in keeping your black button up blouse at least semi-dry semi-wet. I’m other words, you looked like shit and looked like you just jumped in a river. The rain wasn’t even heavy!

You were always known for having bad luck. Ever since you were a child, nothing went your way. Not even assignments you pulled all nighters on and knew the answers like the back of your hand. You couldn’t figure out how you didn’t die yet, guess something went right in your life at least once.

Grunting and eventually stomping your foot on the moist cemented floor beneath, you shook your head and began walking towards a nearby 24/7 store, not wanting to go back to whatever route you were taking to go to whatever place. You were late anyways.

Lightening up a cigarette, or, at least attempting to, you groan in annoyance and breathe in to not make a tantrum in the middle of the street at two in the morning. Eventually, you manage to light the thin and long cigarette up, the smell of chocolate and whipped cashmere smoke entered your nostrils, which seemed to have calmed you down a bit.

Opening the door to the medium sized convenience store, you inspected your surroundings, just to see no one was there. Might as well rob the store. Taking a big puff of the cigarette, you walk around the store, blowing the smoke out of your nose and mouth. You find yourself roaming the store endlessly.

Not like you had anything else to do. You were sure as hell you wouldn’t be stepping out until the rain outside stopped.

Eventually getting bored, you grab a new pack of cigarettes you wanted to try out for some time now. You squeeze the cigarette you had in your hand from outside with the tip of your boot, and decide to betray your initial thoughts, going outside through the back door of the store.

You thought you’d be alone - that no one would be there, but just you, your thoughts, and your soul. Startled by the man who was also smoking a cigarette, you take a step back and close your eyes for a bit, breathing in before quietly greeting him. He was a tad bit taller than you. If you weren’t wearing boots with heels, he’d probably be more taller.

Raising his eyebrow at the sudden change of somewhat quiet environment, the stranger eyed you, his brown eyes staring into yours. For a moment, none of you said anything, before the man in front of you broke eye contact and moved his head so he was facing the street, and not you. Were you that ugly? You internally cackled at the thought. Sure, he was attractive, with his gel slicked back hair and the mysterious clothing choice but hell — you weren’t THAT interested.

After a moment of awkward silence, the man takes a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a puff of smoke before finally breaking the quiet tension. "Nice night, huh? Or, at least for me.” he remarks, a faint smirk on his lips.

“Yeah.. I guess.” You didn’t even know you were holding your breath. Exhaling, you open the stolen pack of cigarettes and take one, before stuffing the pack into your coat’s pocket and grabbing your lighter.

You try to light it up, but to no avail, it fails. You try again, and again, and again. Nothing lights up. You sigh loudly, before rolling your eyes. You’re starting to get pissed off.

“Need some help?” The man asks.

“Mama told me to not ask help from strangers.” You smirked and raised an eyebrow, before huffing out a laugh from your somewhat dry throat, then nodding and getting closer to the stranger. He smelled really good. Cigarette and some perfume. “Light my cigarette?”

He first puts his cigarette in his mouth, holding it still as he takes his lighter from his coat’s pocket. Due to the poor lightning, you thought both of you had matching coats - except for the fact that yours was stained with wetness. You point your cigarette to his lighter’s tip, before it shined fire. After the cigarette finally got lit up, you pull back and take a puff.

“Vito.”

“Huh?”

“Name’s Vito. Thought you’d need my name to thank me, sweetheart.”

“Oh!” Your mascara stained cheeks flushed in embarrassment, before huffing out the smoke in another direction than Vito’s face. “Thank you, Vito, for the light.”

You genuinely smiled at him, before you two started to talk about life. Though you were the one who talked more about your job, your overall life.. your bad luck.

“Yeah.. that’s how I got my clothes all wet and dirty. I was actually thinking of going to meet my friends and all at a club but I was already running late and I obviously wouldn’t show up at a club looking like this. When I was walking to the club, I even forgot where I was walking to and just decided to ‘crash’ here.”

You sigh loudly as Vito nods. He already finished his cigarette and didn’t bother lighting up a new one. You, however, were on your second cigarette of the pack you stole. After a few moments of silence, you look at Vito, who was looking at you too.

Your hair was now pretty dry and styled way better. The mascara that ran itself down your cheeks was gone since Vito was kind enough to give you something to wipe the mascara off. The rain stopped a while ago and you just found yourself talking to him endlessly.

Taking one last blow of your cigarette, you flicked it away somewhere on the wet cement and sighed.

“I’m out of things to say.” You laugh and look away before gazing up at Vito, who was slightly smiling.

“That was a lot of stuff to take in.” He huffed out in a slightly raspy voice.

“So.”

“So?”

You blink, breaking the eye contact. There was silence followed, as you breathed in. Leaning in just a bit, you straightened your back a little, before Vito leaned in fully, breaking the tension. His rough lips met your soft ones, as you closed your eyes, placing your palms on his cheeks. Your thumb traced over the scar on his chin, as he held your waist just right. You pulled back for air and breathed in the satisfying post-rain smell. No words were needed. Just a look and another kiss. After another, which turned out sloppier than the other two. Obviously, you stopped at his place after.

Guess you didn’t always have bad luck.

[zerobaseonefics]

ZB1 : falling asleep on them (middle line version)

ZB1!middle line (matthew, taerae, ricky) x gn!reader (hyung line here)

genre : fluff

warnings : maybe i implied that reader does not love taerae back.............

note : bro i struggled writing this cuz i was going out of ideas and was too lazy to write anyways...... bUT HERE IT IS. (clap for me plz) hope y'all will like it 🤭

• matthew

the music was playing loudly at that party you went that night.

sitting on the couch, talking loudly with matthew over the music, keita knew it was time for him to get up and leave. he noticed how matthew's eyes were no longer on him, and he saw how his friend's face lit up. the japanese man didn't have to look at the person coming to them : it was you. and there was no way in hell he would sit down and thirdwheel you two.

the oldest gave a friendly tap on matthew's shoulder, getting up. matthew eyes finally landed on him.

"where you going?" he asked, confused.

keita didn't have to answer, matthew would forget about it pretty easily. it was already done, as his eyes fell on you again while keita left. a sparkling grin on your face, you made your way to your boyfriend. mirroring your smile, he reached your hand with his own, pulling you toward him to make you sit on his lap sideways.

"'i'm so tired", you whined as you let your head crash onto his shoulder. matthew chuckled, bringing one of his hand on your head to ruffle your hair.

"you don't seem tired, though" he replied. you could see why he would think you weren't, considering you were having fun with your friends just now and came to him with the biggest smile and energy. however, you really were tired. resting your head on his shoulder, you let your eyes shut close as he started playing with your hair.

feeling your breathing becoming more steady and calm, matthew knew that you were falling asleep.

"should i sing you a lullaby?" he playfully proposed. you chuckled.

"i think there's enough music like that", you replied, referring to the loud music playing. matthew only kissed the top of your head as an answer. little by little, you felt yourself falling into morpheus' (or at least matthew's) arms. and matthew is probably gonna rant to keita tomorrow and tell him about how amazing you are for being able to sleep despite the music.

• taerae

it was definitly not your day. this morning, you arrived late to school because you missed your alarm after a night where you couldn't sleep. it was already enough to ruin your day. however, things didn't stop there. you got a bad grade on a test you were confident you aced, you forgot your lunch at home, and now it was raining as you were waiting for the bus to come with your friend, taerae.

"can you believe this? i feel like the world is against me, right now" you spit as taerae was patiently listening to you complaining. his hand was on top of your head, as a poor attempt of protecting you from the rain because none of you had an umbrella.

"even the bus is late! and it's raining."

"i know, y/n, but look. the bus is coming", he said, his finger pointing the end of the street where you could see the bus at the stop before the one you were at.

you sighed heavily. taerae looked at you, biting his inner cheek as he was worried about you. it was not only because you were in a bad mood, but because he knew you barely slept that night. it was evident you were losing it mostly because you were exhausted. the bus finally came and taerae let you get on it first before following you.

it seems that life was finally on your side as you found two places where you could sit with taerae. you sat next to the window as the bus started again. once again, you sighed thinking about how long the ride to your home was. you were feeling tired, so you decided to rest your head against the window... but soon enough, you gave up because it was shaking when the bus was moving. shyly, taerae tugged on your sleeve to get your attention.

"i can lend you my shoulder if you want to take a nap."

"lend me your shoulder?" you repeated, confused.

"yeah...?"

"what if people see us and get the wrong idea?"

"well, you can sleep on your friend's shoulder, i don't know what's romantic about it.."

you looked at taerae with confusion. wouldn't it be weird if you sleep on his shoulder? but as he said, it could also be a friendly thing. you just didn't want to deal with your classmate teasing you two. however, the urge to sleep was stronger than this, and you just decided to let your head rest on him as he froze. "thank you", you muttered to him as you made yourself comfortable. he didn't even dare to respond, looking away to act like he was not absolutly freaking out over how close you were to him. taerae played with his own fingers nervously, while still doing his best not to move so you can sleep easily.

after a few minutes, you already passed out on his shoulder, and he linked his arm to yours to make sure you wouldn't fall forward (he's a liar and just wants to be close to you.)

• ricky

after a fight of exactly twenty minutes and twelve seconds, ricky ended up losing. you wanted to do have a movie night with him, but he was against it. everytime you two did that, you always fell asleep around the middle of the first movie, leaving him alone when you two where supposed to hang out together.

when the blonde boy saw you laying on the couch to put your head on his lap, he categorically refused, knowing it was just gonna make you fall asleep faster. but who was he to say no? in fact, you became kind of a spoiled brat because of him, considering the fact he always said yes to anything you'd ask him.

but accepting his defeat didn't mean he was wrong. he was absolutly right about you, because the first movie was reaching its end and you were peacefully sleeping with your head on his lap for more than twenty minutes now. if he found it annoying at first, the feeling of displeasure was now replaced by a new one.

people always see ricky as an intimidating boy, but little did they know he was pretty much far from this. delicatly, his fingers reached your face, caressing each of your features in admiration. he was struck dumb with love as his lips slowly started to form a small smile. but no matter how soft he felt looking at you asleep on him right now, ricky will not lose the opportunity to complain about it tomorrow.

[monfixity]

Shower of Rain - Park Sunghoon

Summary: You are on the way to the library as it starts to rain heavily. You forgot your umbrella at home and stood there under the glass from the subway. As you decided to go through it without an umbrella you saw someone standing next to you offering his umbrella. Who would have thought that this moment would change your life?

It was Monday and time to work again. But Monday was showing itself from the worst possible side ever. Your alarm didn’t go off as it should have which meant you woke up a few minutes too late.

You barely got ready you already had to leave the house. This time without any breakfast because there was simply no time to prepare any. You told yourself you’d get something in the canteen of your workplace, but for now, you had to catch the subway.

The subway was also very close to missing. Sure, you made it, but you were totally out of breath, and you hated to be out of breath. It always felt like people were judging you for being out of breath on such a short run. It wasn’t that you weren’t sporty you always told yourself it was the circumstances. When you usually did sport you had specific clothes on, but right now you were wearing a heavy coat and scarf. Which made it harder to run.

As if all of that wasn’t enough already as you exited the subway tunnel and went up the stairs you saw the rain. You realised in all that hurry you had forgotten your umbrella in the shower. You sighed and looked at your watch. If you wouldn’t go now, you’d be late to work for sure. You looked up and then around if there was a way to get less wet as suddenly you felt a presence next to you. You looked up and saw a man holding the umbrella towards you, meeting your eyes. He looked familiar. You remembered that he was the son of the CEO you were working with. He had nothing to do with the company, but he was around to meetings where the CEO wanted to have his family around.

“Here, I don’t need it.” the man said.

You bowed lightly. “Thank you.” you smiled lightly, trying to remember his name but it wouldn’t come back into memory. You started to run with the umbrella above you, not knowing that Sunghoon, the son of your CEO was still watching you.

After those incidents, your Monday turned out to be less eventful, but not less stressful. As you finished the last task of today you got up and prepared to leave. You looked outside and saw that it wasn’t raining anymore. You smiled and walked towards your CEO’s office and entered it after he called you in. You bowed and smiled. “I leave for today. I wanted to ask if you could return this to your son. He had given me his umbrella earlier this morning.” you asked.

“Of course, put it into the umbrella holder. And good work, Ms (Y/N).” he smiled.

“Thank you, sir.” you bowed again and left the building.

As you were walking down the road you enjoyed the smell of the air after the rain. It was as if the air had changed, and all the dirt and pollution were washed away. It was amazing how much rain could change the air.

You were just walking towards the crossing towards the subway station when you felt another raindrop on you. You looked up and saw one dark cloud above you and you sighed. “No way.” you sighed and looked around for shelter but there was nothing but office buildings and rental buildings where you had no access. You sighed and looked up to the traffic light hoping it would turn green before you were soaked through.

Suddenly you felt a presence next to you again and an all too familiar umbrella was held above you. You smiled and looked over to the person you had expected.

He smiled at you. “Perhaps you should have kept the umbrella. You could have given it back to me once we meet again and you have your umbrella,” he explained.

“I guess I was a bit too optimistic for the weather to be on my side.” you chuckled.

“Thankfully, we have the same way. If you don’t mind, I can bring you home. I am Sunghoon by the way.” he smiled.

“I am (Y/N). And I won’t mind, maybe it’s great to have some company for once this late. I mean the sun will set soon.” you smiled, looking at the traffic light turning green.

Sunghoon followed you with the umbrella. “One more reason to bring you home,” he said, walking down with you towards the subway.

“I have never seen you taking this road.” you looked up, waiting at the platform for your train.

“That’s because I left the subway one station earlier from your home. But today I visited my father who is the CEO of -“

“Ikarios Enterprise” you finished his sentence, making him look confused.

“Do you know who I am?” Sunghoon asked.

“Well, let’s say I know your father and have seen you around in the company from time to time.”

“Does that mean you have watched me, Ms (Y/N)?” Sunghoon grinned.

You chuckled. “Are you flirting with me, Mr Park?” you looked back at him, making him laugh.

“I actually am. I gave you the umbrella as an excuse to see you again. Knowing that you work for my father will make it even easier now.” he grinned. “I will visit you at work and demand for you to spend a lunch break with me.” he met your eyes. “If you want of course.”

You smiled and looked into his brown eyes. “I wouldn’t mind spending my lunch break in such a great company once in a while.” you smiled.

“How about before we walk to your apartment, we get a coffee at the subway station? We talk a bit about each other so that the lunch breaks together won’t be too awkward?” he suggested.

“I like that idea. I don’t want to go home yet anyway. And I am kind of depending on your umbrella.” you made Sunghoon laugh.

You both entered the subway and sat down in a two-seat place. You were sitting at the window while he was on the other one.

“I just want you to know, you can say no. I would give you my umbrella and you’re free to go.” he looked at you.

You met his gaze. “Sunghoon, I want this. I haven’t watched the CEO's son, for nothing.” you shyly admitted, hiding your face in the scarf that you had around your neck.

Sunghoon smiled lightly and looked away, but not letting the smile off his face. “Well, then I hope for a great evening together and the start of something great,” Sunghoon said, and you nodded, not trusting your voice right now.

But you hoped for something great as well because no matter how often you tried to deny it. Park Sunghoon was a very attractive man, you were interested in. The conversations with your boss could wait until you both see where the was going. But for now, you enjoyed the here and now.

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