#Squished in a bus unable to move

[elijasz]

They didn't include public transport because that would have meant they'd have to give statements themselves every day and we all know Jonathan Sims would lose his mind if he had to redo the filing system in the archive.

Tma is a supernatural horror podcast but what if I ignored all that and drew the characters eating noodles and riding the bus to work

[takes1]

p. 3 bratty tsukishima x manager!reader enemies to lovers

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warnings. sfw somehow, but suggestive themes so minors dni

details. sfw / questionable touching / bus ride / leg wrestling / unspoken feelings / change of pace / aggravated tsukki / implied virginity / 1.3k words

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Your eyes adjusted for a moment at the shift in brightness. That gaunt, gangly son of a bitch was backlit by the bus lights and towered over you in the center aisle.

"Move over," He muttered, blunt and singularly unhappy.

With an anguished scan of the rest of the packed bus over your seat, it was clear that there was no other option. You didn't have the luxury of time to think of a better solution than to haul yourself up and slump into the window seat.

"Oh my god." Fell from your lips in a tiny, defeated groan.

Your desolate sighs as you both sat down were nearly identical to one another. The bus started moving. This would be your harsh reality for the next two hours.

After a moment of trying to mess with his new seat, he pressed his hips as far back as they could go and still had one knee out of the aisle -unable to fit behind the chair in front of him- and one clacked against yours.

His size pissed you off. Common sense reminded you that it wasn't his fault, but so often did he make it your problem that it was nearly automatic to become enraged as soon as he inconvenienced you.

With an annoyed huff, you pushed his leg back out of your space with your own.

Narrowed eyes pierced to your direction, but you were already staring out of the window. The parking lot would soon be far away.

He forced his thigh back open, further into your side this time, and matched your infuriated gaze with a signature smirk.

The bus jolted to a stop and it gave you the momentum you needed to return the same proportion of strength. His knee caught on the fabric of the forward seat.

You both stared at each other with the same fierce intensity.

It was a silent, concentrated, but inevitably short struggle for leg space as soon as the bus started moving again.

Of course Tsukishima had you squished against the cold, metal lining of the wall in the end. He wasn't just skinny- this bleak reminder rang in your mind as you gave him one last nasty look over your shoulder. 

He wore a pleased expression. Soft, proud smile and a look that told you, "Nice try."

Right on the heels of his latest ordeal, this seemed all too calculated to you.

Just at the last practice, he made some snotty remark and, to your delight, was overheard by Coach Ukai. Instead of punishing Tsukishima himself, he let you do it. One lap of diving drills shut him up quickly but left him extremely standoffish (somehow more than usual) until now. If he even caught you giving him a passing glance, it was like he radiated a nuclear field of animosity.

The only saving grace from this otherworldly arrogance was that fact that it was still dark outside, and you both wanted sleep. If the sun wasn't even up, how could you keep the motivation to care?

So it faded after ten minutes. He had his eyes closed, arms crossed, but you weren't foolish enough to think him asleep just yet.

You loosened up a bit and reached to the floor for your bag, where your earbuds were-- but it wasn't there.

It was still on the floor under his legs. You sat back up, crushed, but kept watching him to see if there was a chance you could retrieve it in peace.

He wasn't moving. He hadn't for a while, now. Besides, what was he gonna do anyway? Not let you get your bag? Coach Ukai was sitting in front of you; Daichi and Suga were behind you.

So without warning, you carefully reached across his bulky thigh and stretched to grab for your bag on the floor, closer to the aisle.

The journey was more difficult than you thought.

It was like a giant bar you had to push your torso over- and even then it wasn't stable with the bus moving, so you had to use a hand on his upper thigh to steady yourself.

And: even though he was relaxed, it didn't have any give. So when your weight shifted onto your chest, it stung.

Still, the attempt was successful and you dropped back into your seat once more.

While you reached for the pocket your earbuds resided in, you spared a peek in his direction. The sight brought out an uncontrollable chuckle.

His arms were no longer comfortably crossed, but raised up to his chest individually, and his hands were splayed in a natural off-guard response. You caught him just in time to watch him close his mouth into a tight line, though it showed the same amount of emotion an open one would have- and his eyes were wide, somewhat worried, as what was evident to be a million thoughts racing through his head.

It was profoundly clear to you then that he had never known the touch of a woman.

"Wow," You laughed, though it was hardly louder than your whisper, "Relax."

His cover-up was awkward and rushed. "You could've just asked me to get it."

He faced away from you, arms crossing once more, but his shoulders were raised and he even moved his leg further towards himself.

As surprised as you were that you found this reaction to be so endearing, maybe even cute, you were more surprised that you wanted to keep eliciting it from him. The embarrassment made him redeemable, in some way.

"Why is it such a big deal?" You grinned, putting in your earbuds.

It was too often that this was the other way around. He couldn't exactly handle what he dished out, and that piqued your interest.

His head whipped around to deliver a merciless look, but when he landed on your small, intrigued smile, he found that he didn't have the strength.

His face twitched with effort for a moment. No shitty remark? No scowl for you? Not even a frown?

He turned to the aisle and by the time he came up with an answer, you were already starting to fall asleep against the window.

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[remingtonisleithal]

Caught in the Storm

pairing: female!reader x Remington Leith

summary: two besties, being friends, sharing a bed because of a storm, definitely not going to lead to anything more.

warnings: smut, mentions of loneliness, no use of protection (don't be silly, wrap your willy), thigh riding? If you squint sub!remington

author note: if you like this please reblog! also, editing fics in the same room as family is bloody hard. Thank you @bidet-and-legolas for reading it first :)

oh gosh, that smile. He told himself he'd never fall but the moment he spoke to you, it was too late. Remington had fallen for Y/N. Years later, no one knew, but he couldn't keep it to himself for much longer.

You'd just spent the last few hours on his make shift bed on the tour bus, watching movies together. After hours had pasted, he was laying on his back, you were lying on him, back against his chest, and he was wishing that he could just kiss your head, your mouth, all of you. If he was going to make a move, now would be the right time, the guys had gone out for drinks hours ago so you had the bus to yourselves. This way no one would witness the rejection. No, no, he can't think like that. He needs you in his life.

You rolled over to face him more and mumbled a little 'I'm so tired Remi.' You looked at the computer in front of you both and saw it was 11:30pm. The sound of rain thundered down on the bus, as a violent storm began. "Shit, that weather's sounding bad." You were worried to go out into the pouring night. Remington was thinking the same things and said, much more softly than he intended, "Stay?". He coughed a bit and you pushed away the thought that he cared about you more than just a friend. It's just an offer after all, he's not asking you to kiss him... no matter how much you wanted to.

It was then that you realised you were still staring into his beautiful eyes. You wriggled gently to get up, claiming that nature calls and then turning red and regretting saying it instantly. In the small bathroom you hid for a moment, and wondered what to do. Maybe another movie? But you were exhausted and needed to go to sleep. Maybe he wouldn't mind you going to sleep?

"hey Remi?" you asked

"what's up Y/N/N?"

"Do you mind if I have a nap or something? i didn't sleep last night an-"

"Sure, I mean you can stay over if you want. It doesn't look like this storm is leaving." He cut you off.

Moments later, you had stripped into your undies (because no way are you trying to sleep in skinny jeans. Nope) and put on a baggy top Remington handed you, and he had changed into some shorts. And you were squished into his bed, Remington against the wall, you against him, no mattress to spare. It was going to be a long, long night of false unrequited love.

By the 2 am mark, the guys were not back, thunder jolted you awake. A groan.

"I can't fucking sleep with this storm" He groaned, and you agreed.

A moment passed. Silence except the storm.

"So. How's life?" Remington asked with a playful smile and you giggled.

"To be honest? Pretty bad." For once you answered the question with truth. Remington tried to wiggle around onto his back, but it failed. You shuffled over so you were facing each other.

"What's wrong?" his eyes and voice portrayed equal concern

"Nothing is right. To quote a very handsome man, I'm so sick and tired of being alone." he let out a half laugh as you called him handsome. "There's this guy. I love him so much and he will never know. I can't tell him."

"Well that's just dumb. You should tell him, no matter what happens, you have to be honest with yourself." He mentally punched himself for his hypocrisy, but he couldn't think of any other advice. What would he say, 'that's rough buddy'?

"It's not that easy. It's all just so hard. You know my track record with guys and girls, I never pick the right ones, I always get hurt and not in the fun way."

"The fun way? Oh so you like that?" He teased you with a laugh, without realising just how he was teasing you.

"Fuck off Remi. I know you have no rights to judge. My point is no one ever loves me, or seems to know how."

"Are we talking physical or emotional?"

"Both."

Conversations were always easy between you, and you saw no point in ignoring topics like sex.

You had both been looking away from each other for fear that the other might read their eyes and see the love in their souls. You were the first to look back.

"I just wish someone would kiss me. At this point, I'll take anyone! I'm just so fucking lonely. I know he'd never love me back, and-"

"Then he's a coward. He's not worthy for your love or of you if you feel you can't tell him this." He got so mad with jealousy, but overall he just felt horrible, as he believed he'd never be worthy of you. "You're perfect, do you know that?" He mumbled. He lent in, eyes pulling you closer, until the thunder boomed and you jolted apart.

You rolled over, scared, and there wasn't anywhere for Remington to put his arms besides around you. Slowly, you shuffled back into his warm arms and breathed a sigh. He moved around to get comfortable. You moved a little more, moving your hips a bit. You felt something hard against your butt and you let out a silent sigh. Neither of you were comfortable, and it was clear why when you moved your hips again and Remington couldn't hold it in. He let out the sexiest moan you'd ever heard.

"... Ah, Remi?"

"Shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to I..." He rambled on, mortified and you moved your hips again. That made him shut up.

Turning around you looked into his eyes. They were pleading with you not to leave, not to freak. To just stay with him forever. Before he could stop himself, he lifted a hand to brush some hair away from your face, and, unable to form words, you let out a light whimper.

Neither of you could form coherent sentences, the conversation was held by your eyes. His, full of surprise, asking, 'do you like me?', biting your lip your eyes said yes. He smiled. Your hearts were beating so fast, but he moved slow towards you, gently placing an open mouthed kiss on your lips. A sea of emotions erupted in you as electricity flooded your body. He pulled away to look you in the eyes.

"Y/N, I have loved you since the moment I met you. I'm sorry I've been so scared to tell you, i can't handle the though of losing you."

"I- you- ah-" you couldn't form the words back, but you pulled him closer and kissed him with all the fire you felt in your heart. he responded with a groan and licked your lips, asking for entrance into your mouth.

You didn't hold back, and you explored each others mouths in a moment of excitement, bodies pressed against each other. You pulled away, needing oxygen, but he pulled you back, needing you more than air. Soon your were against each other, moaning, desperate for more.

"Remington?"

"Yes?"

"Take my shirt off?"

His response was immediate, tugging it off you, and claiming your mouth once again. Your hand wandered down his chest to his boxers. He released your mouth for a loud moan and you felt yourself instantly get wetter.

After muttering 'fuck' he kissed down your chest to your boobs, taking one nipple in his mouths and gently pinching the other, until your back was arched in pleasure. You nudged him back up, so you could reach down into his boxers.

He was painfully hard, and he was groaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain, as he had been hard for an hour trying to ignore your beauty.

"Please." he mumbled in your ear. Immediately, you moved your hand and put your leg in between his, starting to rub yourself onto his thigh as he did to yours. You were both a mess, sweaty and begging each other for more, more, more, until eventually you stopped humping him. You kissed down his chest but he stopped you.

"No. Please, I just need you now." So you both searched for a condom. You couldn't find one. He couldn't find one. You were dripping for him and he was painfully hard, you surrendered to your instincts.

You asked "are you good without?"

"I hope so."

You giggled a little but stopped when he took his undies off. He was perfect, enough to stretch you but not to hurt, and you felt your chest constrict without meaning to.

"How do you want me?" You asked

"However you want. I just need you." he said with a sigh

"Fuck" you moaned and climbed onto him.

You fell gently, both crying out in pleasure as you felt in all the way in you. You clenched and he moaned a high pitched moan that only turned you on more. Soon you were a mess, riding him, him thrusting into you in perfect timing, getting closer, closer, closer. Without saying a word he started to rub your clit gently. You screamed in pleasure and asked for him to go harder, faster. You cupped his balls and he groaned.

"I'm not gonna last much longer." he grunted into you, and you lay on top of him, boobs pressed to his chest, turning you on like nothing else. You ran a hand through his spiky, sweat-dampened hair and whispered:

"come into me, then"

You clenched and he was done, and seeing the face he made of pure ecstasy sent you over the edge, coming undone harder than ever before. Hands on your hips he helped you ride it out, and breathing heavy, you stayed like that for a long time.

"wow" was all Remington said and you laughed, rolling over. He climbed across you to find a wet wash cloth and clean you both up, taking time to kiss you softly and he cleaned you, only making you wet again.

"I love you Remington."

"I lov-" the doors to the bus suddenly opened, Sebastian screeched and shut it immediately, not wanting any more of a visual than he got. Neither of you realised the rain had stopped.

[pepper-up-potion]

The early hours of the morning (Oliver Wood x Fem!reader)

Summary: Oliver helps reader sneak out so they can spend some time together.

A/n: This was very self indulgent. I wrote it last night when I was thinking about how much I wish I could sneak out and see my boyfriend. Since I can’t because of the lockdown I wrote a fic about it instead. This was initially going to be a blurb and I just went off so I hope you like it.

Warnings: mention of strict parents but other than it’s fluff. Prob writing mistakes. Let me know if you think of any that I missed.

Word count: 2620

(Y/n) paces her room, the letter from Oliver clasped tightly in her hand. She’s so nervous, her stomach is flipping upside down and then rightside up and upside down again. It’s the first week of July. (Y/n) has come back home for the summer to her muggle house in the suburbs. (Y/n)’s parents have always been strict. She was often the first to leave parties when she was little and rarely did her parents let her stay for sleepovers at friends’ houses. When old family friends her age have parties, they are very reluctant to let her go. It was then no surprise when her parents refused her request to go stay at her boyfriend’s over the summer.

(Y/N) can normally accept her fate but some might say Oliver has a bad influence on her. She would argue the opposite. Oliver brings out a side of her she’s never seen before. With him, she’s adventurous, wild, spontaneous, fun, goofy. She feels her age with Oliver. Oliver is teaching her that sometimes, most of the time, it’s okay to put yourself first.

Maybe it’s because she misses him. Maybe it’s because she’s tired of following the rules. Maybe it’s simply because she wants to, but something has taunted her to agree to disobey her parents. Oliver is on his way to see her and she’s pacing her room waiting for him. She feels excited, there’s something exhilarating about doing what she wants. She feels scared, her parents are in the room next door and they could catch her. She feels giddy, she hasn’t seen Oliver in a while and it almost feels like a first date.

The thought of seeing Oliver calms her a little. She‘s always felt safe with him. She knows that no matter what happens, he‘ll be there for her. It brings a small smile to her face. She settles on her bed and looks at Oliver‘s squished writing in his letter.

“I’ll meet you at 12:00am sharp.” She read before drifting her eyes to her alarm clock next to her bed. The clock ticks from 11:59 to 12:00. There’s a sudden knock that makes her jump. She looks to her door but it doesn’t open. She stands moving closer to the door. Her parents should be asleep by now so she assumes it’s Oliver. Her heart is quickly bumping her rib cage and she feels dizzy with nerves. There’s another knock but she realizes it isn’t coming from the door. The sound is too quiet and muffled to come from the door. She turns to her window and finds the source of the knock. It’s Oliver. Her Oliver.

She quickly walks up to the window, a wide smile on her face. She slides the window open and peaks her head out. Oliver is on a broom, hovering next to her house. He leans over and links his lips to hers. It’s a quick peck but it fills her stomach with butterflies.

“Miss me?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“More than you think.” She admits, unable to preserve her delight.

He smiles softly. “I missed you too.” He says, almost in a whisper. Lost in the moment (y/n) had not noticed Oliver was holding a second broom in his hand. Once he sees her looking at it, he puts his arm out for her to take the broom. His smile is mischievous. Maybe this is why people say he’s a bad influence. (Y/n) has a defiant look as she firmly grasps the broom and pulls herself onto her window ledge. She hops onto the broom and hovers alongside Oliver.

Oliver gives her another peck on the lips before flying off, (y/n) quickly following suit. They fly high into the sky, passing through the clouds. Oliver being Oliver makes flying a competition. He zooms through the sky and (y/n) won’t go down without a fight. She leans forward and her broom speeds up. She can hear the wind whooshing past her as she cuts through the air. The feeling of the wind is liberating. She feels invincible. Here in the sky, no one can tell her to come down. No one can tell her what to do.

She catches up to Oliver and smirks at the look of surprise on his face. They are tail to tail for the rest of the trip. One minute (y/n) has the advantage, next it’s Oliver. After many snarky comments and flirtatious tease, Oliver signals to slow down. Together they fly closer to the horizon, they’re out of the clouds and (y/n) can see a small town with little shops and houses scattered between tall trees. Oliver points to a house that she assumes he means to tell is his. They land on the outskirts of town and Oliver drops his broom and runs to pull (y/n) into a hug. He sweeps her up off the ground and twirls her as he exclaims in loud happy cheers. (Y/n) giggles and buries her head into Oliver’s neck. She smiles at the familiar feeling of his arms around her waist, his smell, his laugh. It fills her with delight. She’s convinced it’s the best night of her summer and the night has barely begun.

He links his hand with hers and guides her back to his broom. He bends down and picks it up before starting his trek towards town.

“That was a good fly. You kept me on my toes there.” He laughs happily, always up for a challenge. “I’d take you on my quidditch team any day.” He admits.

“Wow.” She exclaims. “That’s high praise coming from mister quidditch know-it-all.” It’s a playful tease, there’s nothing but adoration in the comment. Oliver bows his head sheepishly. (Y/n) giggles at his reaction, proud she could get him all flustered. He stops suddenly and turns to face (y/n). Her giggles are replaced with a look of confusion.

“What’s wrong? Why are we stopped?” She asks while scanning Oliver’s face for an indication.

“Merlin I’m so happy to see you.” He blurts, shaking his head in disbelief. “I still can’t believe you’ve agreed to see me.”

“Don’t remind me. I’ll get so angsty that I’ll want to go back.” The thought of disobeying her parents fills her with guilt. “Let’s not talk about that. Tonight it’s just you and me.”

Oliver drops his broom and nods sympathetically before taking her broom and discarding it too. He gathers both (y/n)’s hands in his and places a soft kiss on each hand. He drops them and steps forward, cupping her cheek and kissing her lips. It’s a slow kiss. They relax into each other relishing in the feeling they’ve missed so dearly. It feels like coming home after a terrible bus ride. Everything else in the world is forgotten. It’s exactly what she wanted, just her and Oliver.

They kiss for a long time. When they finally pull apart, Oliver places his forehead on hers as he gently rubs her cheek with his thumb. She dips her head into his hand deepening the caress. His eyes are soft as he looks at her admiringly.

“You’re beautiful.” He whisperers. Butterflies flutter in (y/n)’s stomach again. She thinks Oliver should add it to his list of qualities. If he were applying for a job he could write: good at quidditch and giving my girlfriend butterflies and she would most willingly confirm the statement. She smiles and chuckles awkwardly before pulling Oliver into her arms. They hold each other in silence making up for missed time.

“I missed you so much.” It's a pained whisper. She can hear the emotion in his voice as he runs his finger through her hair. She squeezes him tighter into her arms. “I missed you too.” She whispers back. The moment feels so delicate and precious. It feels as though speaking in a normal register would shatter it.

They finally separate and start walking again. Once into town, Oliver points to all the different shops and neighbours’ houses as he provides detailed explanations of each place. It’s a small wizarding town she had never heard of until she met Oliver. He’s told her about it many times but it’s even better than he described. She secretly dreams of spending more time in the town. She hopes to one day walk through it during the day, getting to put a face to all the names Oliver is sharing.

Oliver stops in front of a house and turns to (y/n). “Well, this is me.” He says rocking onto his heels. It’s hard to see the details of the house, with the dim street lights but it has a cottage-like look to it. It’s a dark wooden, three-floor house with a steep roof and navy blue window panels. It looks a little crooked, much like the other buildings in the town. There’s a chimney puffing purple smoke that smells of lavender. It’s simple, small and homey.

“I love it.” She turns her gaze back to Oliver with bright eyes. His eyes widen and he smiles wide. “Wanna see the inside?” He asks, clasping her hand. She nods enthusiastically and he leads her to the front door.

“We have to be quiet, my parents are sleeping.” He explains before stepping in. The door creaks behind them and they both freeze, shoulders tight with worry. The house remains quiet and they take it as an indication to continue. Oliver guides her through the front entrance, into the living room and kitchen area. It’s (y/n)’s first time in a wizard house. She’s slightly disappointed with how “normal” it looks. The decor is rustic and simple. The house looks well lived in, everything has a purpose. It looks like a proper home. She finds it very comforting. Oliver places a hand on her lower back and stretches his other arm in front of him. She follows his arm and sees an open door that leads into darkness. She looks at him hesitantly and he gives her an encouraging nod and a gentle push on her back.

“It’s the basement. We’ll get more privacy there than in my room.” He explains in a whisper. She nods and walks down the stairs after lighting her wand. Once in the room, she looks around as Oliver turns on the candles. It fills the room with a soft glow as she takes note of the futon couch in the middle of the room, the bookshelf in the corner, the coffee table pressed up against the wall, the broom wax kit on the table. Everything about the room screams Oliver so it evidently becomes her new favourite room. She makes herself at home and throws herself onto the couch with a happy sigh.

She pats at the spot next to her on the futon and looks at Oliver expectantly. He chuckles as he settles next to her. “You’re an absolute delight.” He states, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

They start off the night by playing wizards chess. Oliver’s competitive side comes out as he tries to get under (y/n)’s skin. He pouts a little when he loses but she makes up for it in cuddles. They’ve moved the futon so it’s a bed rather than a couch allowing them more space to stretch out. (Y/n) is lying on top of Oliver. She’s running her hands through his hair as he rubs circles on her back. Oliver gives her all the news of the wizarding world. He talks especially about quidditch which she gladly listens to. She loves when his eyes light up and he talks fast and passionately and he occasionally emphasizes his point with hand gestures.

The rest of the night they make out on the futon, occasionally mumbling sweet nothings as they catch their breath. His hands travel all over her body as he pulls her closer to him. They get lost in the feeling of each other’s touch. It’s grounding, warm and she easily forgets everything else.

There are no windows in the room and she has no way to judge the time. She guesses they’ve been up for most of the night and it is now far into the early hours of the morning. At that moment, it’s not important, nothing matters other than him. Oliver’s strong build under her and his big arms wrapped around her make her feel safe and peaceful. She’s hit with a sudden wave of tiredness and soon she’s drifted off to sleep. Oliver continues to rub circles between her shoulder blades as she sleeps until he too, dozes off.

When she finally wakes she feels groggy and confused. They didn’t get much sleep, maybe two hours. Oliver is mumbling something but she can hardly make sense of it. A sudden wave of adrenaline hits her and she shoots up with a terrified look. Oliver props his head up to better look at her. He goes to ask her what’s wrong but she beats him to it.

“Oliver, what time is it?” She's shaking as he fiddles around her looking for his watch that he discarded somewhere. “Oli!” She whines impatiently. He finally grabs a hold of his watch and winces. “What? Oli what time?” There’s panic in her voice.

“7:00.” He states hesitantly. Before he can calm her down she’s up, gathering her shoes and jacket. He’s right behind her, stomping on a shoe after the other. They run out grabbing the brooms in the front entrance. She’s not three steps onto the street before she’s straddling her broom and pushing off the ground. Oliver mimics her, quickly catching up to her in the sky.

“Race ya.” He shouts over the howling wind.

“Oliver.” She scolds. “I am late!”

Oliver shrugs. “Can't change the time but you can make the best of it.” He states simply. (Y/n)’s eyes narrow as she darts forward. “See you there.” She shouts behind her, turning her head just in time to see Oliver’s shocked face.

Once in her neighbourhood, they carefully scan the streets to make sure they can hover down safely. It’s a Sunday morning, most people are still sleeping. They quietly fly to her bedroom window. She crawls back through it and hands Oliver the broom. “Thanks, Oli. That was the most fun I’ve had all summer.” She wonders why she hadn’t accepted to do this sooner. Oliver’s face twists into a mischievous smirk. “I‘ll see you tomorrow? Same time?” He raises a brow as if to say I dare you to say yes. She smiles widely as she pushes her upper body back out the window for one last kiss.

“Don’t be late.” She chirps. She shimmies back into her room blowing a kiss to Oliver as he flies away. She removes her shoes and jacket before curling back into her bed. There's a knock and she looks to the window. There’s no one there. She frowns slightly as her bedroom door opens.

“Everything okay?” Asks her mom. “I thought I heard something.”

(Y/n) mumbles some gibberish pretending to have been woken up by her. Her mother concludes it was just (y/n)’s owl and retreats back to her room. (Y/n) plops her head back onto her pillow as she lets the effects of the night settle. The excitement of sneaking out of her house and into his. The wind in her face as she zoomed through the sky. The feeling of her lips on his. It was all so exhilarating and she couldn’t wait to repeat it again tomorrow.

[8unnieswrld]

5 more minutes (Johnny Suh x Reader)

Word count: 1.8k

Requests: “Kiss me again” + “lol why u so short?”

Warnings: none shit is so cute

A/N: im literally so stupid i posted this but messed up in structure so i deleted it and took a week to redo it

You could feel a soft vibration coming from under your back as it shocks you from your sleep. The noise causes your heart to race as you roll over to reach for your phone. You couldn't even possibly begin to think who would be calling you, first thing in the morning. Nevertheless, silently cursing at them while thrashing your legs about angrily.

“Hello?” You grumble, head thumping as you roll over, placing your phone to your ear as you close your eyes once again.

“Y/N where are you? It's been 30 minutes and I-” You heard your boyfriend speak from the other side of the line, the background buzzing with chatter and laughter. Going silent you realise what Johnny was talking about.

You almost screamed at yourself when your eyes shot open, checking the time on your phone. You felt like you could just about kick yourself in the face right now as the large numbers stare you in the face.

11:30am

The ‘punch in the gut’ numbers haunt you as you roll out of bed running towards the bathroom, as best you could.

“Ha ha ha ha ha, the bus was late! Just uh- Let everyone eat first!” You laugh awkwardly. Tumbling into the bathroom, you flinch as the cold tiles touch your warm feet.

“You just woke up, didn't you?” Johnny sighs, chuckling a bit.

“I'm sorry! I set my alarm for 9:30 p.m. instead of a.m.! Tell the boys to start eating and i'll just order later!” You apologize while turning the faucet on the highest setting due to sheer panic, the abrupt action causing water to splash onto your phone, muffling Johnny’s laughter.

“It’s okay, I could have come and picked you up if you weren't so stubborn. I’ll come pick-” Johnny suggested before you cut him off, yelling.

“No! Babe, please eat first!”

You hear Johnny excuse himself from his bandmates at the table, explaining to them why he was leaving momentarily, causing them to all laugh and coo at you through the phone.

“I'll see you in a bit babe~” Johnny sings, before making kissy noises to the phone and hanging up.

Fuck.

You could not even believe the sheer idiocracy that you felt wrapping around your body as you stared into the mirror, a reflection haunting you.

“You’re so fucking stupid Y/N, you know?” You groan, smacking yourself on the head before violently turning on the faucet, yet again. Brushing your teeth and washing your face felt like a blip as you were running out of the bathroom, immediately towards your ‘I like to keep them in view because they’re pretty’ clothes rack to look for an outfit. Instinctively, you pause for a second to play music before picking your outfit. One that’s comfy enough to wear for a brunch but not too restraining on the stomach. As you were changing in your room you hear Johnny’s car pull up from outside, honking as if he wanted you to be dressed and ready to go when he arrived. You choose to ignore his signal, telling yourself that no one in their right mind could get ready that quickly. Pulling a dress over your head, you hear Johnny begin honking impatiently.

“Fucking hell.” You mumble, frustrated as you stomp towards the window, pulling it open to yell at him at the top of your lungs.

“I'M NOT READY!” You scream, poking your head out of the window slightly. Johnny laughs at this, amused as if you weren't almost an hour late to his best friend's insane engagement brunch. You reach behind your back, struggling to pull up the dress’ zipper. Fast paced footsteps carrying you to the mirror, rapidly spinning to see any potential issue. The sound of the front door closing causes you to flinch, even though you knew it was Johnny. You jiggle the zipper even faster trying to get it up before he walks in. You didn't even know why you wanted the dress up so quickly before he walked in, it's not like he had never seen you naked before, but right now you felt embarrassed and didn't even want to hear a word of it from Johnny. Frustrated, you scream in anger throwing yourself onto the floor in defeat while the non-compliant dress bundles at your feet. Johnny rushes towards your bedroom at the sound of the scream, quickly throwing the door open out of worry. The sight of you sitting in the middle of your room, pink silk dress bundled around you, hair messed up and half wet from washing your face, quickly dismisses his worried thoughts. Johnny could feel his heart soften, cherishing this simple moment in his mind as he smiles, walking over to you before placing you on your feet and zipping up the back of your dress.

Johnny’s hands felt cold on your warm flushed skin, hot from a mixture of anger, embarrassment and adrenaline. You look at him through the mirror, silently staring at him as he brushes your hair, not saying a single word. You had expected him to come in, laughing at you for setting your alarm wrong but I guess he could read your utter distress enough for him to stay silent, understanding. With one swift movement you turn around, hooking your arms around his torso, leaning into him with your face squished against his chest.

“Y/N it’s alright, no one is going to care.” Johnny comforted, stroking your head. You didn't reply, only getting up to walk towards your vanity which held all your makeup. Johnny opens your closet, grabbing a cardigan and an undershirt knowing how cruel the cold weather was to your health. He sits on the edge of your bed, close enough to feel heat radiate from you as he watches you apply makeup to your face. He decides to braid a strand of your hair to pass the time. One strand multiplied into two which then turned into 3. Johnny shuffles a bit, the fabric of his puffer jacket chafing together and creating sounds that faded into the music that continued to play. He pulls out his phone, sneakily taking a picture of you.

“Alright, I'm finished!” You announced, getting up from your seat to turn and look at your boyfriend. He smiles at you before handing you a black turtleneck to wear under your dress.

“You’ll get sick if you don't wear this.”

You roll your eyes, turning around as Johnny unzips your dress. Once you have shifted the straps of your dress off of your arms, Johnny places the turtleneck over your head, allowing you to pull it down and tuck it inside the dress before flattening out the layered material.

“Let's take a picture, we’re matching!” You laugh, finally paying attention to his outfit. Johnny was wearing a dusty pink button up shirt layered with a similar black turtleneck and a jacket. His outfit made you smile, realising that you had both unintentionally coordinated your outfits without communication. You stood in front of your wardrobe mirror, pulling out your phone as you pose awkwardly before Johnny stands next to you. His calming presence causes you to become more relaxed as you pose with him. You both took a couple photos, before you began to pose playfully with one another, completely unaware of the passing time. Johnny picks you up slightly which causes you to laugh as he takes more pictures. You cup his face in your hands as you giggle, staring at him full of love, quickly giving him an unexpected kiss. Johnny drops his phone, eyes wide as you smile, placing a kiss on his lips. He goes in for another before your eyes widen, seeing the time on the wall staring back at you like it had moments before on your phone.

“Johnny! Put me down we’re so late!” You squeal, kicking as you slide yourself off him, grabbing your belongings and his car keys. Johnny feels frustration build up in his chest as he whines playfully. He pulls you towards him once more as he huffs sitting down on your bed, kicking his feet like a child.

“Kiss me again Y/NNNNN~” Johnny whines, looking you in the eyes as he kicks his feet even more.

“Johnny we gotta go, we’re already so late.”

He pouts, eyebrows furrowing as he refuses to move, crossing his arms and puckering his lips. “Kisses. Now.” He demands, keeping up his childish demeanor.

You sigh, rubbing your temples as you move towards him, causing him to happily stand up and pucker his lips again, eyes closed and all.

A frown creeps onto your face. Who in the world would be unable to remember the difference in height between you two?

“Johnny... I literally cannot reach.” You announce, pushing his shoulders down as he laughs.

“Lol, why you so short?” He teases, causing you to hit his chest playfully to which he responded overdramatically by gripping his heart in “pain.” Apologizing, he bends down a bit till his face is just above eye level with you.

“Come on, I'm waiting~” He sings happily moving his body from side to side. You sigh, rolling your eyes playfully as you cup his face giving him repetitive pecks on the lips. He smiles into the kisses grabbing you by the waist as he pulls you both down, falling on the bed with a physical ‘oomf’. You laugh, but quickly turn to scold him for the sudden action.

“Johnny, we are literally so late! Jaehyun is going to be so upset!” You squeal, pushing his chest in an attempt to get up. Johnny barely moves, only nuzzling his head on top of yours. After repeatedly trying to escape and failing you sigh. Giving into his cuddling, you wrap your arms around his torso.

“Just 5 minutes Y/N. I barely see you.” He pleads, a more serious tone escaping his lips.

You bite your lip in guilt as you knew how far you and Johnny lived apart from one another, due to the fact you both attended different universities.

“Fine…” You mumble, placing a kiss onto his neck, the only place you could reach due to Johnny’s sheer strength and height. Laying in silence you could hear Johnny’s steadying heart beat rhythmically in your ear as you traced circles on his back. The silence was soon interrupted with Johnny’s phone ringing, sending waves of vibration over the entire bed. Johnny picks it up, placing it on his ear as he rolls over again to continue hugging you.

“Hyung! Where the fuck are you?” You could hear Mark question over the phone. Johnny and you both stay silent, looking at each other, desperately searching for a reply.

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

“Uh! Sorry Mark- Traffic’s real bad right now!” You panicked, getting up from the bed while silently motioning Johnny to do the same.

“Damn, the traffic’s that bad right now?” Mark laughs, causing you to facepalm in disbelief that he really believed the lie. “Alright...See you soon!” He greets before hanging up the phone.

“He is so stupid.”

[cutegirlmayra]

Metamy idea...

Amy Rose has been ‘kidnapped’ by Eggman, but Metal Sonic has been tasked to watch after her.

After being instructed not to injury her, but to make sure she didn’t break loose, Amy can’t stand the silence from him and instead, fills the room with her own voice.

After admitting she wants to get to the bottom of things with Sonic, she asks Metal Sonic to mimic him, “That way, if he tries to stop me, I can plan for it ahead.” she nodded, confident this would work.

“Okay! Before I start, you have to look the part!”

Metal Sonic... looks himself over... then looks back up at her.

He spreads his arms out and tilts his head down.

“R-right.” Amy awkwardly scratches the side of her head, “I-I mean, not in appearance in alone! You have to act like him!” She bounces over and begins to examine his arm. “Umm... here.” she moves him into a position, but he yanks his arm away. “Well, not all of Sonic is just his looks! You have to act like he would! Try... Cocky! Handsome and knows it, but also thinks I’m easy when it comes to getting me back.” she rocked a little from side to side, putting her hands behind her back as Metal Sonic thought a moment, then laid slightly against a metal contraption and put his hand under his chin, legs up and crossed.

“Hmm... Less feminine, more ‘You know you can’t leave me that easily, Amy’.”

He readjusted himself after a moment of his eyes looking up at the ceiling, pondering... then simply adjusted his legs to being mostly down and twisting the wrist so he was holding his head up by the side of his hand instead of under it.

“Hmm... Something’s still-”

He then lowered his eyelids.

“Perfect!” She cheered, “Ehem, okay, I’ll start now.” She adjusted her dress, then started to pace around, “Sonic! I have to know!” she flung herself back to facing Metal Sonic as he continued to watch her... closely... “Either you promise that you’ll date me in the future, or you tell me if we are right now!” she stomped her foot down.

“...Too much?”

Metal Sonic tilted his head.

“Yeah, I shouldn’t make it seem like an ultimatum.” she sighed heavily, “Ohhh..!!! How do girls do this!? Tempting a man to make a move but also not actually planning on stepping away? Seems so manipulative... but the movies make it look like it works? ‘You marry me or else!’ sort of a thing?” she continued to be off in her own world but Metal Sonic just readjusted his head... watching her every movement as his eyes naturally calculated each muscle bearing weight, the radius of her slight, girlish turns, and even the distance between her finger hanging by her mouth as it tapped it a few times in her vocal thought processes.

“W-well...” She shook her head, “If I did say something like that to Sonic.. you should still act the way you think he’d respond. You do know a lot about Sonic, right?” she tilted her head to him, and his graphs of her figure suddenly stopped and he nodded only once, looking a bit surprised she noticed his existence again.

“Hehe! Great!” she bounded over, and for a moment, her eyes and his were the closest they’ve ever been without any hostility or need to defend one’s self...

“Ehem,” she cleared her throat again, “Sonic! If you don’t love me, I’m leaving..!” she closed her eyes and declared that with a pointer finger hanging straight up, “B-but not really.” she stuck her tongue out, “I just need you to fight for me...” She hugged her arm on the side... still acting her age as suddenly Metal Sonic shot up from his position, almost jetting himself across their distance.

“W-woah!” She was shocked how fast he was in front of her, but even more at the speed in which he brought her to the ground.

“OFFPH!” she slammed a little too hard against it, Metal Sonic not really knowing the term ‘gentle’ as it were.

“I-I don’t think he’d be that direct...” she slightly mused with a hurt smile, before... looking up at his eyes again...

“M... Metal?” he continued to stare down at her... slowly bringing his head closer to her own.

“A-ah-ahh-haha! Very funny!” she closed her eyes with a sheepish grin. “B-bu-but-but Sonic’s not as forceful as this-!”

He pinned the sides of his hands to her waist, causing her to be unable to move or the sharpness of them would pierce flesh...

She heard her dress’s fabric against them and the slight tearing if she wiggled too much.

She gulped, opening her eyes again and looking in his merciless eyes...

“I... Really don’t think this is what Sonic would... d-d-do...” she was, for some unknown reason, turning breathy...

He made some robotic sound she couldn’t understand...

“W-what?” she tilted her head slightly, and as he bent down further... forcing her to squish the back of her head down even more against the paneled floor,...

Eggman’s doors swung open and she shoved Metal Sonic so hard that he flew to jam himself against the ceiling.

“Epp!” she cried out, getting up as Eggman walked in with two ice-cream smoothies.

“Hello! Just stopped by to make sure you were comfortable before Sonic’s ultimate doom.” he seemed happy-go-lucky, but looked around the room for a second. “Wait, where’s-?”

Metal Sonic’s hide creaked as it was torn from the indent on the ceiling he was stuck in before flopping loudly to the ground.

“Oh, there you are.” Eggman stepped over him, then leaned down to see him, “Hmm... not liking the boredom of being a babysitter, eh? My apologies, but you’ll have your fill of fun once Sonic gets here.” He seemed to mostly ignore him and hand Amy the smoothie. “Vanilla.” He stated, and slurped his loudly through his straw.

“Strange robot, isn’t he?” Eggman seemed to be creating small talk but Amy barely could keep her grip on the smoothie, still startled by Metal Sonic’s actions.

“Y-yeah...” she looked back at him, just laying on the floor... “Strange...” he seemed lifeless, but with a flick of his fingers, she knew he was listening. “He-...”

                         “-Definitely fights to the bitter end for what he wants.”

[failedfirebender]

Distance - ZUTARA

Category: Avatar: The Last Airbender Genre: Drama, Romance. Words: 2482 Paring: Zutara - Zuko & Katara

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Zuko approached Katara; it was late and she had fallen asleep reading on the couch. No, not reading, he realized, writing. The notebook was going up and down, over her chest.

For the last year and a half, she’d been studying and collecting data of all kinds of healing. From traditional ways – including herbs and potions –, to bending ones, with the objective of putting it all together in a massive “healing encyclopedia”, as Zuko liked to call it. She was almost done with it, and had been pulling preoccupying all-nighters for the last week, excited by the view of the finish line. Even when her passion was one of the many things that’d made Zuko fall for her, he was trying to help her get it under control. It was not healthy when it took control of her like that.  

He woke her up tenderly, kneeling in front of her and brushing the stands of hair that had fallen over her face. Her nose frowned and a grumble left her mouth. The tips of his lips curled and a rough chuckle slid past his lips. It was such a Katara thing to do.

As she softly awakened, he took a hairband from her wrist, proceeding to stand and make his way behind her. With all the calm in the world, he accommodated her wild curls into a bun and tied it up. His hands fell to her shoulders, helping her sit up, and massaging them kindly.

His girlfriend looked up at him and yawned, stretching her limbs as far as she could. Her hands reached up to the sides of his cheeks and squished them.

“Oh, my hero!” She giggled, her voice still dormant and low. “You saved me from the terrible fate of a back contracture!” He knew she only got all touchy and silly when sleep deprived. If any other human dared touch him like that, he’d burn their hands off. But this was Katara, and thus, her childish behavior only made his grin wider.

He kissed her forehead.

“Let's get you to bed.”

“No, no!” She whisper-shouted, shaking her head, “I am about to finish, just one more paragraph.” He raised an eyebrow. “Ok, ok maybe it’s another chapter, but who cares?”

“I do.” To these words, her sleepy eyes lit up. “Come on, you can finish tomorrow.”

He’d been meaning to talk to her forever. But between his duty as Fire Lord and the encyclopedia project, time had been a luxury they couldn’t afford. Which was good- kind of. Zuko had had more than enough time to think exactly of what he wanted to say, and practice it eternally looking at himself in the mirror. Not that he did, of course. Anyways – and just like he suspected –, all the practice in the world made him feel no closer to confident now the time came.  

Perhaps it was the timing. After all, four in the morning was not the best moment to have the conversation that had been haunting him the last two months. Maybe he shouldn’t... But he couldn’t back down now. He knew that if he did, the courage he’d been gathering would be lost for good.  

His fingers sunk deeper into her muscles, tracing calming circles and she sighed. But before he could tell, she was pulling away.  

“I know...” a yawn interrupted her words, her hand covering her mouth. She was terribly adorable. “...your tricks, and I won’t fall for them.” She crossed her arms over her chest and shot him what was supposed to be a death glare over her shoulder.  

He repressed a laugh, knowing it wouldn’t help his cause, and instead lead his hands back to her nape. This time, she didn’t move.

“How is this fair?” he mocked, “The one time she visits, I have to beg my girlfriend for attention.”  

Katara, who now had her notebook open over her crossed legs, tilted her head back; her features tainted with guilt.  

“I know, I know... I’ve been travelling a lot, but as soon as I finish the book, I’ll settle back in the Water Tribe and we’ll see each other more often.”

The thing was, Zuko’s plans did not include a long-distance relationship.  

“The book can wait a few more hours.”  

“And you can’t?” Katara’s words were meant to be a joke, a playful smirk was plastered on her face, yet Zuko’s reply was overwhelmingly honest.  

“I think I’ve waited long enough.”  

Just like that, the waterbender tensed under his touch. With cautioned movements, she placed the book in the small table in front of her and stood up. They looked into each other’s eyes with the couch between them. Katara’s eyes flickered with fear, no trace of the previous sleepiness on her face. Zuko, instead, wondered what he did to deserve the love of such a beautiful creature.

“What’s wrong?” her voice quavered with concern. She knew him too well, how did he even expect her not to realize something was up?

He extended his arm over the couch – her hand grabbed his with hesitation – and led her around the piece of furniture and to his side. Unable to hold back his impulses, he tugged her in, trapping her in his arms. A surprised shriek was suffocated half way out her mouth, as their bodies collided and she melted into him.  

They’d been together for four years, and she still had the perfume of fresh winter breeze impregnated in her hair. She still had the same freezing touch that drove him crazy, the same stubbornness and capability of arguing till death, the desperate need to help others and make this world better. He’d never get tired of loving her.  

He squeezed her tight once more before letting go, and looked down to her eyes. When moonlight hit them in just the right angle, like it was doing now, their oceans seemed to shine like mercury had been melted in them, like the silver light of a thousand stars was held within.

His hand traced his way down the length of her arm and his fingers intertwined with hers. Katara’s worried frown relaxed as she realized the tips of his lips were struggling to contain a smile.

In that same silence, overflowed with both questions and expectations, Zuko guided them both to the bed in the center of the room. He sat over it with his legs crossed and invited Katara to do the same.  

“I am getting really scared over here. What’s going on?” she said, fidgeting with his fingers, “I won’t do anything until you say something.” He shook his head no and chuckled, uncapable of forming any coherent sentence. His eyes went from the girl, to the bed, and back, insisting.  

Few were the times he’d been as nervous as he was at that moment. He could feel his caged heart bouncing against his ribs, desperate to come out and fall into Katara’s hands. It was a tired heart, beaten up and somehow strong enough to love harder every day. Zuko hated it when she was away, his heart so passive, his head so cold and calculative. No one had ever turned his world upside down the way Katara did, and he cherished every second of it.  

Once she was in front of him, he let go of her hand.

“Say something. Anything.” She begged. “You’ve been weird ever since I got here, you think I didn’t realize?” Her eyes were determined, but also flooded with worry.  

He brushed the palms of his hands anxiously against his knees, not finding a good answer for any of the things that she’d said. He was feeling something he thought long lost; his blood boiling as it sprinted through his veins, his temperature way higher than usual, his cheeks blushing and his lips stuck in a smile. He hadn’t felt this nervous around Katara in a really long time. Their first couple months dating made him feel just like that; uneasy, scared to ruin it all by being the confused little boy he was. But he was a man now, and the woman in front of him was no longer a child. They’d both grown, and they’d done it right next to each other.  

“You do know the first time we met I thought you were pretty?”  

Katara’s eyes widened.

“This is what you wanted to talk to me about? I mean I’m glad to-”

“No, no,” he calmed her down, rising his palms. “Let me finish.” He took a deep breath, barely believing this was the real deal, not himself repeating the words over and over in front of the mirror. “You were just this pretty girl that was making my life impossible by pairing up with the Avatar. You always found a way to mess up my plans. Damn, till today I remember how I hated you after our fight in the Northern Water Tribe.” The memory made them both smile. They’d come so far from where they started.  

“To be fair, you kind of wan the spar.”

“But you did save Aang in the end... and you saved me, too.” He swallowed. “You could’ve left me there to die, but you made sure I was safe. At that time... I don’t know if I would’ve done the same.”  Zuko could see the engines in her head turning like crazy. They’d been over the events of that night plenty of times and of course, she had no idea of where he was trying to get. “Then there was that day in which we all team up against Azula, remember?” She nodded, patiently, “And my uncle...” the memory made him shiver “When my sister hit him you tried to help me, but I pushed you away. Back in those days, I knew nothing better than fighting alone.” An apology was written in his eyes. “And the catacombs... it’s true, you know? What you said.”  

“I mean most of the things I say are, but specifically about what?” The waterbender continued to look completely puzzled.

Zuko bit his lip to repress his laugh. “Show off,” he accused her.  

Katara shrugged and the hint of a smile appeared on her face.  

“You told me a long time ago that you were the first one to trust me, and still, I betrayed you.” They were long past that, but Katara’s smile flickered. He knew how hard it had been on her to watch him pair with Azula after... well, after everything. “And you were talking about the guys, but you were the first one to trust me ever. Besides my uncle, no one had ever seen anything worth saving within me, anything worth healing... not even myself.” His hand had drifted to his scar, and Katara reached out to it, cupping it in her own. His eyes closed and he leaned towards her touch. “I’ll never ever forgive myself for that day-” She opened her mouth to speak, but he gave her that look that said ‘I’ve been putting my guts together the last two days to say this so please don’t interrupt’, and she shut it. “Not even knowing you did. And last, there was Azula’s Agni Kai.”  

There was a pause after those words. Even when the scars that marked his skin healed, the ones in his soul hadn’t completely. Katara took his hand between both of hers and left an encouraging kiss over it.  

“I think even when I didn’t realize it back then, I already loved you.” To these words, that had never been spoken before, a million feelings shadowed Katara’s features. “I’ve spent all this time loving you and I can’t do it anymore, not like this.” The grip of her fingers loosened around his hands, and when his eyes met hers, the life seemed to have been ripped out of them. Still, he didn’t let go of her. “I am tired of missing you every single day, tired of waiting for your letters, not knowing if you are ok... I can’t do that anymore.” With every word, her eyes watered up, and he forgot completely about the other one hundred things he wanted to say. He just couldn’t bare it any more. “Move in with me. Come live here, in the Fire Nation, in the palace, with me.”  

The words fell out of his mouth gracelessly, way too fast and tipsy, not at all like he’d wanted them to. But it was done, and deafening expectation was now overflowing his body. The feeling was erratic, his every cell on edge, like he’d just shot a question way more dangerous than lightning. Katara’s state couldn’t be described with any other word but shock. Her eyes were about to fall from her face, her lips were parted and, except for one sneaky tear sliding down her cheek, she remained impossibly still.

And then, just when Zuko was about to apologize and take it all back for rushing things, his girlfriend’s hand struck him across the face with strength worthy of a Master waterbender. His hand flew to his cheek as he turned to her in disbelief.  

“That’s for making me believe you were breaking up with me!” Her chest was going up and down agitated, another tear fell from her left eye.  

Zuko was in absolute shock. He hadn’t realized his words could be interpreted that way. Why did he always have to screw everything up? Couldn’t he be a romantic average boyfriend for once? The moment he opened his mouth to try and fix the mess he’d made, her lips met his.  

It was an urgent kiss, fiery and passionate, that made him fall back on the bed, Katara over him. His hands dug deep into her hair and pulled back, the messy curls being freed and falling like an endless river behind her. He loved her, spirits he loved her so much the feelings could barely be held within his body, it was as if though they were trying to escape through every touch, through the bridge between their lips.  

Her hands were tangled in his mane and he took the opportunity to shift them, trapping her between him and the bed. Their lips finally separated, but as for the rest of their bodies, he couldn’t say the same.  

“And what...” he was completely out of breath, his shaken words got mixed with Katara’s minted breath. Their eyes collided, burning amber against ocean blue. Hers glowed like beacons in the darkest night. “What was that for?”  

“That?” a smirk took over her face “That was for all the rest.”

This time, he was the one to close the distance that held them apart. They had had more than enough distance for a lifetime, and from now on, he’d make sure to make up for every second of it.  

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𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

✎ pairing: hirai momo x reader

✎ warnings: none

✎ description: just some plain old fluff jghjghjx

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you opened the door to your apartment and stepped inside, letting your bag slide off your shoulders immediately. it landed on the floor with a light thunk, however it didn’t catch the attention of the other person in the room.

you peeked inside and saw momo staring intently at the screen, the only source of light in the apartment coming from the tv in front of her. she was leaning forward on the couch, she seemed so focused that you didn’t want to ever disturb her.

you quickly took off your coat and hung it on the clothing hanger in the corner, and slipped out of your shoes. you started heading towards the living room, towards the person your heart had been yearning for the past hours. it was the end of a long day, and you wanted nothing more than to slip into momo’s embrace and just stay there forever.

“momo”, her name slipped gently out of your lips, immediately yanking her out of her focused state. Her eyes landed on you, and her focused gaze turned into a loving one, her face breaking into a big smile that made your heart jump in ways you never managed to get used to.

“babe, you’re home!” she opened up her arms widely for you, welcoming you into her embrace, the very same embrace you dreamed of being in whilst you were walking home.

you slipped next to her, locking your arms around her waist, your head finding its home in the crook of her neck. you breathed in her scent and closed your eyes, hugging her tighter. her arms went around your shoulders, bringing you closer to her, if that was even possible. she softly leaned her head on top of yours, and even though her gaze returned to the tv, she was still focused on you.

“how was your day?”, she asked softly, running her hands through your hair, and making the patterns she knew you adored, and a content sigh left your lips.

to be honest, you had a horrible day. you left your home in the morning completely happy, still drowsy from the morning cuddles with momo, but you were happy nonetheless, but then everything went downhill. you had forgotten your umbrella, so you were soaked to the bone when you arrived at school. you had forgotten your card, so you couldn’t take the bus. you had brought the wrong schoolbag with you, you were supposed to bring your tuesday bag filled with only your course books for tuesday and your hand written assignments, but you had accidentally brought the wednesday bag. and on top that, you had an exam that day, which normally wouldn’t be a problem since you had studied. But you didn’t bring your allowed cheat sheet paper with you with all the formulas that were needed if you wanted to answer the questions. and just like that, you had failed your exam miserably.

you wanted to confess everything to momo, but you didn’t want to burden her, since she had a long day too. “my day was good. it was okay, yeah I guess it was okay. how was your day? you had a lot of practice right?”

momo reached for the remote controller and turned the volume down, and then she looked at you. placing two fingers under your chin, she lifted your head up so you would meet her eyes. you continued looking at her, at her eyes, her lips, her nose, her cute eyelashes and her red cheeks, probably red from the heat. you felt yourself heat up, in awe of how much she affected you even after getting so used to her. then again, could you ever get used to momo? no matter how often or little you saw her, or if you had a petty fight with her or if you had stayed in bed all day with her, you still felt nothing but pure adoration and love for her. sometimes your love threatened to pour out of you, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to stop once it did.

lost in thought, you didn’t notice momo leaning down towards you until her lips had softly met yours. she placed a quick peck on your upper lip and then leaned back to her original position, but you didn’t let her. you gently tugged her towards you again, asking her for another kiss, but this time a little longer. momo complied, and you felt her smiling against you once she had connected your lips with hers again.

after a few moments you pulled away, “getting soft, are we?” you teased, and earned a small giggle from her.

“you have no idea how much i missed you. it was really dreadful to get out of bed after you had abandoned me.”

“i didn’t abandon you!” you softly nudged her to the side, “god, i wish i had stayed in bed all day with you.”

“you forgot both your card and your bag today, and i saw how much it rained, so i can also assume that you forgot to take an umbrella with you.” her tone was soft but with a hint of worry.

you were taken back by how much she had noticed, “wait, how did you know that i forgot all that?”

“i mean your card is literally laying on the kitchen table, it’s kind of hard to not notice. and once i noticed that you forgot your pastel bag it was too late for me to tell you, i’m sorry that i didn’t tell you sooner.”

your eyes widened in surprise, “you shouldn’t be sorry! you literally have nothing to be sorry for, it was me who forgot to bring the correct one with me.” you softly kissed her jaw, desperately wanting to show her that she had done nothing wrong. “it was unfortunate though, i forgot my formula sheet and i totally failed the exam.” at hearing your change of tone she looked down at you, shocked to see that your eyes had become glossy from tears.

“wait you’re crying? no don’t- don’t cry, why are you crying?” she was flustered, she wasnät completely used to seeing you cry.

you sniffled quickly, trying to not spill too much, “i don’t know, i just studied a lot for this and in the end i didn’t even succeed. and the worst thing is that this wasn’t even an exam, it was more like a test, yet i hate the fact that i failed. i really don’t like this feelings.”

momo placed soft kisses on your cheeks, and at that moment, some tears managed to slip and fall, but momo was there to catch every single one of them.

“it’s completely fine to feel like that. i don’t think it’s even going to go into the grade, and even if it does, it won’t drag your grade down at all. you’ve been absolutely perfect with all your exams and assignments, and you’ve spent so much time studying. please do’t let thing bring you down.” she continued kissing your cheeks until they were flaming red, then she moved down to peck your neck, making you jolt in surprise.

she kissed you in all the places she knew you were sensitive, and you couldn’t help but start laughing. you were gently pushing her away, she was tickling you and you felt yourself squirm under her. if it had been someone else, you would have already pushed them away, but this time, you were laughing so hard that you could barely form a sentence.

a while later, you had both calmed down. momo had put her hands on both sides of your face, making you unable to avoid her gaze. when she spoke, she spoke with such softness that you were afraid that even your breathing would break her voice.

“one bad day cannot define you. it’s fine to feel down, but in my eyes, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

you sighed, leaning your head against her chest, “then cuddle me forever.”

she let out a laugh, making your heart speed up yet again. she leaned back against the couch, pulling you with her. suddenly you were squished between her legs and your head on her chest, in the perfect position to hear her heartbeat clearly.

momo kissed the top of your head, before turning her gaze to the tv once again. she began playing softly with your hair, telling you softly about her day and the food she ate.

her gentle voice and her quiet heartbeats were suddenly like a lullaby to you, singing you softly to sleep. just like that, with your hands intertwined with hers, you fell asleep in the comfort of her embrace

[juminsmysticmc]

RFA plus V plus Sarean with a MC who’s very submissive and loves to be dominated

RFA + Minor Duo with a MC who’s very submissive and loves to be dominated (NSFW!!)

Oh. That’s. So. Me. Hahaha. Have fun.Ps. I‘m sitting in the bus and I hope that none is going to read this. 

Jumin 

,,How was it, my love?“ Jumin asked you after the two of you laid naked in the bed. 

You looked at him, his strong arms and his chest were making you crazy once again. 

His sweaty chest was so sexy, you wanted to kiss his skin once again. 

,,Good but….“ you slowly mumbled, looking into his lovely eyes. 

,,I would like to get….dominated….but-“ 

You couldn’t even speak out, in the next moment Jumin pressed your wrist into the mattress and observed you. 

,,Shut up….now, do what I say and if you dare to cum again…I will give you a mean punishment. 

You better tell me your wishes next time, Mc…“ he whispered and made you totally wet once again. 

With the tie, which laid on the floor, he tied your hand and pinched your clit, making you scream in ecstasy and pain. 

,,Hit me…please…“ you whined, your voice filled with pleasure. 

He began to chuckle as he turned your body around and slapped your ass, leaving a red spot. 

Your groan echoed in the room. Loud moans filled the pension. 

Your ass was already slippy as he put his hard dick into you. 

,,Harder, please take me harder…. Jumin dominate me….please…“ you grunted louder and moved your hips along with him. 

,,Shut up!“ he hissed and closed his eyes, quickly riding out his orgasm. 

,,You may come!“ he snapped and put his hand on your slippy pussy. 

Your sweaty body collapsed on the bed as he put out his dick and turned you around again. 

,,Don’t dare to sleep, you wanted to be submissive, now live with the consequences!“ 

Zen 

The situation was getting hot between the two of you. 

Zen pinned you against the wand and was currently massaging your breasts. 

Your pussy laid on his knee and your tongue in his mouth. 

Your moans were muffled by his mouth. 

,,You make me go crazy….“ he whined when the two of you parted. 

,,Go crazy, show me your inner beast….Zen, show me how good you can dominate me….“ you groaned as you felt your inner fluid flowing out. 

,,Do you really want it?“ he asked you. 

You nodded and felt your nipples getting squished between his slender finger. 

,,Tell me stop when it gets too much, okay?“ he assured and began to bite your neck. 

,,MORE~“ you begged happily. 

Zen pulled your hair and licked your neck. 

He dragged you to the bedroom. 

With his belt he tied up your hands at the bed and began to strip you coarsely. 

,,Yeah….“ you mumbled. 

,,Beg for me.“ Zen commanded. 

You glared and stayed silent. 

Zen slapped your pussy and snapped again. 

You lightly smirked but stayed silent. 

,,I. Said. Beg.“ he groaned and finger fucked you. 

,,Mghhhh…Zen give me your dick. Please give me your big, beautiful dick…“ you begged. 

,,No…first….“ he smiled and put his erected penis into your mouth. 

The warm feeling of your mouth made him tremble. 

,,Gulp it, yes?“ he ordered and got a nod. 

He came pretty quickly into your mouth and so you had to react quickly. 

,,Now, turn around.“ he ordered. 

,,But I can’t….“ you whimpered and showed him your hands which were tied up. 

,,Make it possible. Now.“ he smirked and looked at you while you tried to turn around. 

,,So stupid.“ he hissed and packed your ass, turning you around and immediately slapped on your wet pussy, making you groan again. 

His hard dick began to pump into you, increasing in velocity. 

He felt your walls getting tighter and tighter, you moved your hips with him when you suddenly yelled for forgiveness and came. 

A few seconds later he came with you and pumped a few more times into you, before laying with you. 

,,You weren‘t allowed to…“ he mumbled. 

,,You were way too good…“ 

Yoosung 

,,Wh-what do you want me to be?“ he asked you again. 

,,I want you to be a dominant. Dominate me.“ you requested. 

,,I…I need to look into it…give me a few days to prepare….“ he asked you. 

,,We can find out together, Yoosung.“ you mumbled but saw him already disappearing in his room. 

A few hours later he approached you. 

You just wanted to ask him what he wanted to eat for dinner when he suddenly packed you. 

He threw you on the bed. 

You were unable to move, his beautiful eyes looked into yours. 

Yoosung looked so different right now, it made you excited and wet, you were so hot, hot because you couldn’t know what he would do with you now. 

,,If something is wrong, say ,,news“ okay?“ he whispered before he slowly stroked your body. 

,,If you touch me, I will stop right away, yes?“ he asked you, gaining a nod from you. 

He first began to ride with his clothes on. 

When he felt that you were moving your hips up, he immediately pushed them down, making you yelp. 

Your noise made him froze for a bit but you immediately begged him to go on. 

He slowly stripped you and brought his mouth to your pussy, making you breath louder. 

,,I want to hear you, Mc…“ he whispered and tucked his tongue into your wetness, making you whine. 

,,More…“ you begged, trying to overcome the urge to press his head into you even deeper. 

His hand slipped behind your ass and pinched your cheek pretty hard, making you tear up. 

,,Why are you still dressed?“ you asked him with a trembling voice. 

,,Doesn’t this make you even hotter…?“ he asked you with confidence and rubbed his erected dick on your bare pussy.

,,Yoosung shit….give it to me hard…strip your clothes!“ you said louder. 

His hand was now around your neck, his dick still rubbing at you as he hissed ,,Who‘s the master here? You cry for punishment…“ 

He took a dildo out from the drawer beside you, making you wonder where he bought the amazing gadget. 

He finally got rid of his pants and began to insert his manhood into you. 

While he fucked your pussy, he led the dildo to your ass. 

,,Ahh….kyaaaa…mhgghh“ you grunted. 

,,Cum with me now!“ he ordered and felt his dick getting squished by your inner walls. 

,,Oh my god…I thought….you wouldn’t do it…“ you giggled totally happy and sweaty. 

Jaehee 

,,Okay…I will try it…it’s nice to try new things after all, right?“ Jaehee asked you with a smile. 

You just confessed that you would like to get dominated. 

She was always open for new things. 

And so the two of you began. 

You first agreed on the word ,,Work“ if something should be too hardcore. 

,,Now, turn around.“ she commanded and took out the hand cuffs. 

She sat on your ass when she cuffed you. 

A moan escaped your lips as she rubbed her wetness on your ass. 

,,For every moan, you get a hit.“ she warned you and massaged your breast from behind. 

,,Ahgmmm...“ you moaned but tried to muffle it. 

,,Too late…“ she mumbled and hit you on your ass, making you groan again. 

,,I will let it pass…“ she giggled and began to rub her pussy quicker and quicker. 

You pressed your mouth into the pillow but at some point she touched your hole over your clothes. 

,,Ah….“ you moaned. 

She pulled your hair and began to lick your neck as you felt a hit once again on your ass. 

,,Jaehee…I‘m so wet…turn me around…please….“ you begged. 

,,Don’t tell me what to do…!“ she scolded you and hit you again. 

You tried not to groan. 

Since your girlfriend was wet herself she untied you and turned you around. 

Jaehee began to strip herself and afterwards you. 

,,Mhhh…“ you grumbled as you saw her slippery pussy, wishing to suck at the juice. 

Jaehee took out her vibrator and went into the 69 position, rubbing the gadget against your ass hole while sucking your pussy. 

You did the same, putting your tongue deep into her and helping out with your fingers. 

Your legs began to tremble as you felt your walls clutching around her tongue and the vibrator.

,,Let me come first!“ Jaehee ordered, making you moan in sadness as she stopped licking you and putting out the vibrator of you. 

Luckily she came in a few seconds later and went on with pleasuring you, making you cum immediately. 

Saeyoung 

The sex between the both of you was always exciting. 

It was mostly because Saeyoung, your future husband had so many ideas. 

You really wondered how it was possible that you still didn’t get pregnant. 

Well, you enjoyed the sex with him but he was mostly soft, instead you wanted something which could you make tremble. 

Exciting and full with fear at the same time. 

And so you googled what you could do and so you came to the conclusion that you wanted to get dominated. 

You honestly told Saeyoung and for a moment you thought that his eyes were…shining? 

He grabbed your shoulders and pressed you against the wall, licking your neck. 

,,Mhhh…“ you moaned, enjoying the feeling on your white skin. 

,,Don’t make a noise…Saeran will hear us…“ Saeyoung whispered and pressed his bulge against your leg, making you moan again. 

You were biting on your lips, it was so hurtful to not being able to moan. 

With one hand Saeyoung began to stroke your body while his mouth was still massaging your neck. 

His hand came to touch your breast, noticing that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

,,Bad girl...“ Saeyoung chuckled. 

,,Put your hand on my chest and don’t move it. Don’t grab me or stroke me.“ he commanded. 

You just nodded, doing just as he said. 

His mouth wandered on to your lips while his fingers were touching your hard nipple, making you moan into him. 

He pinched you a bit stronger at your reaction just to punish you a bit. 

Saeyoung used his other hand and wandered down to your skirt. 

,,Ahhh….please…please put something in…“ you begged as he stroked your womanhood without entering you. 

,,Just something?“ he asked you amused and went down, inserting his tongue into you. 

You had to put your hands in front of your mouth in order to not scream. 

The picture of him was way too erotic. 

You wanted to look away to escape the embarrassment but suddenly Saeyoung stopped with everything. 

,,Don’t look away. Keep looking at me, Mc….“ he chuckled. 

,,Agh…“ you grunted. 

Saeyoung kept licking your walls as he noticed that something twitched between his legs. 

,,Don’t you have a wish?“ he asked you, inserting a finger deep into you. 

You legs began to tremble and you were almost breaking down. 

,,Please….please put it in….“ you begged, almost whispering. 

He quickly unzipped his trousers and began to thrust his swollen, throbbing dick into you.

Your legs hugged his waist as he went quicker and quicker. 

You possibly couldn’t stop moaning however your future husband kept hissing at you. 

But he too had to stop himself to moan with all his strength. 

At some point he was riding you against the wall and kept massaging your breasts. 

,,Please, I beg you, let me cum!“ you begged. 

,,Okay…let’s cum together...“ he grunted and let his semen enter your slippery sex. 

Saeran 

He was so lovely, he cared about you so much and whenever the two of you did it, he blushed. 

When you begged him to please dominate you, he was skeptical. 

,,What if I hurt you?“ he asked you, worried for your safety. 

,,When you dominate a person, you usually agree on a word. 

If a person says the word, you stop immediately.“ you explained. 

Saeran was still looking at you with an unsure face. 

,,If you don’t want to, it’s okay. I won’t force you or be angry!“ you tried to assure him. 

,,That’s not…“ he mumbled. 

,,What if you say the word and I can’t stop…“ he asked you. 

,,I believe in you….“ you whispered and put your hand on his. 

,,But, let’s not do it if you don’t feel well.“ you told him. 

But suddenly he was holding your hand. 

,,Let’s agree on Magenta…“ he laughed. 

,,Good idea, so the mood is destroyed at the same time!“ you laughed. 

And so he laid back, commanding you to give him a blowjob. 

,,Keep looking at me while you do it.“ he ordered and you tried to do your best. 

,,Mhhh…“ you moaned, sending vibrations all over his body. 

He began to stroke the back of your head as you took him deeper and deeper. 

At the sexy sight you wanted to touch yourself but Saeran ordered to leave you hands where he could see them and so you underwent a painful journey. 

,,Cumming…..shallow it!“ he ordered and you moaned a faint yes after you shallowed his semen as if it was your favorite drink. 

,,Please….please help me too….“ you moaned after you saw his happy face. 

,,I will help you but they way I want it…and now, don’t talk anymore…“ he groaned and pushed you back, kissing your sticky lips with all the dominance he had. 

His cock began to grow at your leg and made you beg for freedom. 

Or at least you begged him to take off your panties. 

,,What do you want?“ he asked you again. 

,,Please…please take off my clothes…“ you whispered. 

,,What? I didn’t understand you.“ he laughed. 

,,Take off my clothes, please. I beg you...“ you whined a bit louder. 

Tracing down your body Saeran stripped you with his mouth, inhaling also the scent of your dripping wet sex. 

The tip of his nose touched you, making you groan. 

,,Please put something in...“ you begged him and waited for something come into you. 

His tongue began to lick your walls as three finger entered you. 

Your legs began to tremble as you waited to ride out your hard orgasm. 

Saeran however stopped any movement and instead trusted into you with his dick, not moving at all. 

,,Please…move….“ you whispered and touched his muscles over his sweaty shirt. 

At your beg he began to move, groaning several things like you being so tight or warm. 

And so you finally came, after crying and moaning so much. 

Jihyun 

His eyes didn’t leave yours as you told him that you wished to be dominated. 

He wasn’t really sure if that was a good thing. 

However he agreed with you, after you showed him a few sexy videos. 

Luckily Lucy had a sleepover at her friend’s place and so the two of you could use all your time. 

After watching the video you were wet. 

The both of you sat on the couch and so you begged him to please touch you. 

,,Here, on the couch…? Are you sure…?“ he asked you and saw your red cheeks. 

You had no time to respond however. 

His hand slipped down, below your underwear and laid on your wide spread pussy. 

He first tried to feel the warmth. 

,,Did it really turn you on that much?“ he asked you, slowly pushing a finger into your wet hole. 

,,Ahhh…thank you…please keep going…“ you begged. 

After a few pushes Jihyun added a second finger and then a third one. 

,,Please…can I come…?“ you asked him with a husky voice. 

Jihyun was embarrassed by himself, his cheeks were red and his heart was beating so quickly. 

,,O-of course…!“ he muttered. 

In the next moment his fingers were soaked with your juice. 

Your husband tried to recall the porn. 

He held his soaked fingers in front of you and commanded to suck them. 

You carefully put his fingers into your mouth and sucked them, tasting your own cum for the very first time. 

Your hand fell on his dick which was still hidden by his clothes. 

,,Enough….“ he hissed, making you stop right away. 

,,What can I do now…? Please tell me…“ you panted out of breath. 

Jihyun got rid of his pants, exposing his manhood. 

His beautiful V-Line made your heart beat quicker. 

Jihyun put his hand on his dick, making you already understand what to do. 

With an overjoyed smile you put your lips between his big dick, making him grow even bigger. 

,,Ahh…ahh…mhhh…“ Jihyun moaned and made you gag a few times. 

,,Mhhh!“ you giggled as you tasted his sperm. 

,,Take off your clothes…“ Jihyun told you. 

The next step for you was to lay on the ground. 

,,Now…“ he mumbled. 

,,Touch yourself until I‘m hard again…“ 

You did what he said, your legs spread and your hand in your pussy, finger fucking yourself and rubbing your clit. 

,,Aghnmmm….“ you began to pant, your legs began to tremble as you almost hit your climax.

,,AHH!“ you yelled when you felt Jihyun‘s dick into you. 

He immediately began to move his hips against you, making your breasts bounce at every thrust. 

,,Pinch your nipples….“ Jihyun commanded. 

At the erotic sight the blue haired man felt himself twitching once again until both of you came. 

,,How…was it…?“ you asked him when he laid over you, your hand stroking his back. 

,,Amazing….“ he commented the act. 

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A Yule To Remember

PART ONE

Request: Could you write about Lily Potter falling in love with Cassie Malfoy? - Anon

Warnings: N/A (I will always try and tag as many warnings as I can think of for each writing, if you read through and find something that I haven’t listed which may be a trigger for someone please send me an ask or message me so that I can add it to this list, thanks!)

Pairing/s:  Lily Luna Potter x Cassiopeia “Cassie” Malfoy.

OC’s: Cassiopeia “Cassie” Malfoy, Nicki Nott, Hannah Walker

Words: 1,572

A/N: A little christmas two shot about Cassie and Lily admitting their love at the yule ball in their 5th year. Enjoy, reblgs and replies are appreciated! Part two will be posted soon.

Dedicated to @hpnextgensource ♡

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“Quick! Hurry up Cass, we’re going to be late for dinner!” Lily cried, dragging her best friend along by the arm as fast as she could.

Sighing, Cassie allowed herself to be pulled along, the corridor was empty after all. “We won’t be late Lils, plus Lucy saved us a seat so we’ll be able to sit with everyone,” Cassie reasoned, smiling affectionately at Lily’s enthusiasm.

“I don’t care! I want roast chicken! Nicki will’ve eaten it by now!”

At that exclamation Cassie couldn’t help but burst out into laughter, prompting Lily to drop her hand as she doubled over.

“I don’t see what’s so funny,” Lily pouted.

“A 16 year old - chicken - you” were the only words coming out the aching mouth of Cassiopeia Malfoy. She honestly couldn’t believe that Lily Potter, a 16 year old girl, was getting so flustered because she wanted some roast chicken.

“Well, I’m going to go and complete my mission, a girl has needs you know!” She said, smirking at Cassie, who was still on the floor but seemed to be calming down.

“No - Lils wait. I - I’m coming,” Cassie replied, dragging herself from the floor, out of breath and bright red from lack of oxygen.

“You’re not gonna laugh again?” Lily asked.

“Of course not …” Cassie began, before turning to Lily, a wide smile lighting up her face, “my little chicken.”

Then, she ran.

“CASSIE!!” Lily cried, chasing after the girl in question, laughing as she went.

The two finally made it to the corridor of the Great Hall, Lily managing to catch up just after the corner.

“Got ya!” She yelled triumphantly, tackling Cassie to the ground and straddling her to keep her down.

“Hey, no fair! I was nearly there!” Cassie pouted, mischief in her eyes.

“You’re cute when you pout,” Lily blurted before she could even think.

“I - um,” Cassie stuttered, her eyes big and lips parted as she took in the words Lily had just spoken.

Lily simply started, shock evident on her face, her eyes locked onto Cassies, before moving around to take in the expression on her face.

As the girls sat there, both blushing profusely, they finally took in their compromising position.

Lily sat, straddling Cassie’s hips, her arms placed precariously on either side of her head. While Cassie lay flat, her white blonde hair flayed around her head like a halo, both hands on Lily’s hips, caressing them unconsciously with her thumbs.

Neither girl moved, both staring at each other, enamoured by the emotions in each others eyes.

It could’ve been a minute, it could’ve been half an hour, neither knew, but they were now barely an inch from each others face.

Cassie closed her eyes in anticipation …

Lily leaned in …

“There you guys are!”

As soon as the words hit their ears, the two girls sprang off each other, faces bright red, a metre gap now between them.

“We’ve been waiting for you for ages,” Lucy told them, walking over to them and linking her arms between the two.

“Yeah, where have you been?” Nicki asked, walking to Lilys side, while Hannah walked to Cassies.

“Roxy, Brennon, Hugo and Fletcher were worried about the two of you,” Hannah added.

“Yeah, we almost had to beat your cousins off when we said we were gonna look for you, they all wanted to join in on the hunt!” Nicki chuckled.

“We were just running a bit late is all,” Lily replied, smiling weakly up at Nicki.

“Yeah - late,” Cassie said, her eyes staring off into space.

Hannah and Nicki looked at them funny, before shrugging and walking the two into the great hall. After all, they knew what this was all about, and they had a plan.

…

“Okay girls, we ready to initiate mission get Lily and Cassie to admit their love for each other?” Lucy asked, huddled together with Hannah, Roxy and Nicki as the four girls squished together onto Lucys bed, curtains drawn and wands alight.

“Ready,” The three girls chorused.

“Okay, so the yule ball is this evening, I know that they both have dates but we’re going to make them wish they were each others. Hannah and Nicki you two work on Lily, me and Roxy will work on Cassie. We need to make these girls look so stunning they won’t be able to take their eyes off each other!” Lucy said, nodding at each girl in turn, making sure they understood their mission for the evening.

“We’ll take Cass in the bathroom,” Roxy informed them, motioning to her and Lucy.

“We’ll keep Lils in here,” Hannah agreed.

“Have Lils downstairs by 7 and we’ll make sure that Cass is down a couple of minutes later, then we get the dramatic effect of Cass walking down the stairs!” Roxy said in excitement, her face lighting up at the prospect of finally getting their best friends together.

“Okay, let’s get ourselves ready, the girls should be up in about an hour, so we’ve got plenty of time!” Lucy added.

“Let’s Go!” Roxy yelled, causing the others to jump back, falling backwards out the bed at the rise in volume.

A chorus of laughter could be heard from the common room as the four girls laughed at the predicament they were in, before all went silent as they prepared for the mission in front of them.

…

“Argh, quit pulling on my hair.”

“Stop whining, I’m not even tugging that hard!”

“Close your eyes Lil, I can’t do your makeup if you keep twitching. Oh stop pouting, it’ll be worth it when you see how stunning you look.”

Huffing and crossing her arms Lily had to agree, as much as she hated getting dolled up, she knew that Hannah and Nicki were going to do a much better job than if she had to do it herself.

As soon as Lily and Cass had come up from dinner they were ambushed. Cass dragged into the bathroom by an already dolled up Lucy and Roxy, while Lily was pushed down onto the vanity stall by Hannah and Nicki.

Thinking back, they should’ve know something was up as they walked up the stairs, no giggling or loud chatting could be heard from their dorm.

“Okay, just the highlighter and we should be done!” Nicki squealed, a series of claps ringing in Lilys ears.

“I’m pretty much done with the hair back here,” Hannah exclaimed, placing the muggle curlers she’d bought on the vanity.

“Can I see myself now girls?” Lily’d been unable to look at herself the whole time because the girls had enchanted the mirrors, claiming they wanted it all to be a surprise.

“Not yet.”

“We need to get you in your dress first!”

“It’s in my trunk,” Lily replied, giggling into her hand at their excitement.

“Surprise!!”

Confused Lily turned around, a gasp escaping when she laid her eyes on the dress in their hands, “bu - but? That’s not my dress?”

Almost as if in a trance she walked over, hands gliding through the silk as if water, a green almost as deep as her eyes shimmering in the lights.

“Well, we knew you were just gonna wear the same dress you wore last year,” Hannah began, looking to Nicki.

“So we all chipped in and bought this for you from gladrags.”

“Really?” Came the choked reply from Lily.

“Really,” Hannah said, fanning at her face frantically, as she saw tears pool in Lilys eyes, “stop, you’re gonna make me cry.”

“Think of the makeup!” Nicki hollered, holding back tears herself.

Lily threw her arms around them as she attempted to control her emotions, “I love you girls.”

Squeezing her tight Hannah and Nicki replied, “we love you too, Lils.”

After clinging to each other for a minute, Lilys attention focused back on the gorgeous dress, “Well I best put it on!”

While Lily and the girls were doing the final touches, Cassie, Roxy and Lucy were waiting patiently in the bathroom.

“We’ve been waiting for 15 minutes, remind me why we can’t just go wait with Lils and the others?” Cassie asked, head balancing on the palm of her hands as she stared at the door.

“Well … um, you see,” Roxy began, eyes darting around the room anxiously.

Huffing at her cousins attempt, Lucy moved from where she was perched on the sink, to stand in front of Cassie.

“Hannah and Nicki thought it’d be a fun idea to get ready in groups, so that we can all surprise each other with our looks. Also, I kinda wanna be surprised by the dress we all bought Lily, don’t you?”

Blushing subtly Cassie nodded, “yeah, I suppose it’d be nice to see Lils in the dress, I know she’ll look amazing no matter what …” Roxy and Lucy shared a secret grin, missed by Cassie as she trailed off, looking longingly at the door. Knowing Lily was nearly ready on the other side.

Thinking of Lily made Cassie go all funny inside, it made her wish that her date were someone else. A small, cute, ginger someone else.

“Okay we’re ready girls! Come downstairs in like 2 minutes!” Nicki called, scaring Cassie out of her daydream.

“Ready Cass?” Roxy asked, hands ringing in anticipation.

“Ready. Let’s go.”

Part two coming soon, if you wanna be tagged for part two or added to my tag list for the future then lmk via my asks ♡

[kim-seungmine]

a thousand chapters

title: a thousand chapters

characters: bang chan of stray kids

genres: romance (it’s cheesy sometimes so beware), angst, best friends to lovers au, idol au, idol!chan, so i attempted to write song lyrics (spoiler: maybe i suck)

warnings: language

word count: 7138 words

synopsis: bang chan writes only 3 love songs throughout his life, and all of them are for you.

a/n: this is a little bit non-linear so please pay attention whether it’s present or past! i used different types of dividers, i hope you guys understand. i have so much feelz for chan and im not sorry

Call it an exaggeration, but sitting on your couch while watching TV and munching snacks before 9PM was truly a miracle. Nothing could ever make you leave work at 5PM, but today was an exception. You made an exception. An annual prestigious music awards was held today, and while you never really paid attention to awards, you made sure you told your manager that you had to leave as soon as the sun went down.

Now the winner of the most anticipated award, Daesang, was about to be announced. Interestingly, the two groups that had the biggest potential to win—Stray Kids and ITZY—both belonged to JYP Entertainment.

“I’m sure everyone has been waiting for this category,” the male MC trailed off, causing you to bite your bottom lip in impatience. Just as the female MC opened the envelope, your door bell rang. You clicked your tongue, making time to raise the TV volume first before running to your door. A delivery man was standing there, holding a small clear case. A CD? Without at least a bubble wrap to protect it?

“Are you Y/N?” the man asked, and you nodded absent-mindedly as you took it and closed the door without saying thank you. It was rude, but you could care less since both MCs were now smiling at the camera to tease the audience.

You quickly went back to your favorite spot—on the right side of the couch—and flipped the case. A clumsily-written tracklist was taped on it, and you frowned when you noticed a short note at the bottom.

“Chan hyung will kill me for doing this but you need to know. It’s been long overdue. -Seo Changbin”

A little panicked, you opened the case to see if there was anything else, but that was it. You read the tracklist, and the title of the first song sounded painfully familiar.

“Congratulations to… Stray Kids!”

You looked up, a relieved smile plastered on your lips. The whole audience cheered and clapped as the said nine guys stood up from their seats, dumbstruck look on their faces. They walked up the stage, took the trophy, spent the first 3 minutes sobbing and hugging each other before actually delivering their speech.

Leader Bang Chan grabbed the mic, causing you to shift closer to the television. “I was just a boy who loved music. I still do, and words can’t explain how thankful I am for all of you,” he said, half-sobbing. “Winning a Daesang has always been our dream, and now that it came true, we promise we’ll become even better.”

He went on thanking a bunch of people, from his family and friends in Sydney to fellow celebrities. And then he paused, staring at the camera for a while before blinking his tears away. “And to everyone who’s supported us and made us stronger, I love you. I hope your heart is where I’ll always stay.”

You glanced down, trying to fight back your own tears.

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(I Hope) Your Heart Is Where I Stay

“You really should go to sleep at normal hour, Chris,” you protested, sighing at the sight of Chan copying your Math homework in the speed of light. “And please do your homework before you start training.”

Chan dropped his pen as he wrote down the last number, pouting at you. “We finish school at 3. I go to the company right away. I have lessons until 10. I have dinner at 11. Then I practice until 5 in the morning. I shower, get ready, then meet you at the bus stop at 6. Tell me where I should squish in ‘working on homeworks.’ “

“Why do you go to school, then? You don’t even bother to make time to do school stuffs,” you fired back, not wanting to admit that Chan did have a packed schedule. Your best friend said nothing, only sliding your notebook back to you.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

You poked at his dimples when he didn’t respond, scooting closer to examine his face. “You’re such a baby, Bang Chan,” you commented before walking back to your seat. Chan shifted his gaze to you before breaking into a satisfied smirk. “I am, yet you’re still here.”

You had to stop yourself from blushing, but he was right.

-

“Catch a movie with me?” Chan is standing in front of you, slinging his backpack over one shoulder while you were zipping yours. “Don’t you have to be at the company soon?” you questioned, eyeing him from head to toe. After your “fight” this morning, Chan was even more smiley and energetic than usual. And more touchy. He was touchy to begin with, but never this much. Whether you hated it or not, you actually weren’t sure.

“I can call in sick,” he sing-sang, waving at several of your classmates. “You live in the dorm, for Christ sake,” you pointed out, but he only raised his eyebrows at you. “I have my ways, don’t worry. Jisung will cover for me.”

You met Jisung once. And Changbin. The three of them trained together and planned to release mixtapes under the name of 3RACHA, like the sauce. You kept laughing at Chan after you first heard the name, but after listening to their songs you decided that it was a suitable name for them.

Chan took your hand in his and led you out, not bothering to wait for your answer. He didn’t let go even after you got to the bus stop; he smiled at you instead as he caressed your fingers with his thumb. You didn’t have the heart to pull your hand away, but you knew you were secretly enjoying this. To be honest, nothing stressed you out more than your “friendship” with Chan thesedays. All you needed was one chance to ask if he was doing this on purpose or you were the one reading it wrong.

But, should you even try? Chan had been training for years—this year would be his seventh year—and the company loved him. They would definitely debut him and soon he would forget you. He would find you holding him back, and you didn’t want that.

You wanted to be Chan’s sweetest high school memory. Just a memory was enough, as long as he would smile when he thought of you.

The bus had arrived, and you let Chan pulled you inside. He tapped his metro card twice before you could stop him, chuckling as you let out a surprised “Yah!”

“What do you want for dinner?” he asked the second you sat down.

“Chan, we haven’t even chosen the movie we’re gonna watch yet.”

“I know. I’m just excited.”

You wanted to ask why, but then Chan was laughing and it was one of the most contagious things in the whole world. His hold on your hand grew tighter, to the point that it was impossible to move your hand, but you felt content. Whenever Chan was around, you always felt content and loved (you would never tell him this part, but that was the fact.)

You wondered if he ever felt the same.

-

“Are you still crying?”

Chan wiped your tears with his hand as you pouted at the blank screen. Both of you chose to watch La La Land and while the movie was wonderful, it was also realistically painful that you were unable to stop your tears.

“I feel so betrayed,” you croaked, letting Chan pull you up. “But you love movies with realistic endings. You love to suffer,” he said.

You did. You would rather weep than watch the main characters be “forced” into a happy ending. This time, though, you actually rooted for the main characters; you felt their longing for each other, you felt their love and respect for each other, and you felt their connected dreams although those ended up being the reason why they didn’t work out.

“You’re adorable,” Chan commented, the words rolled out of his mouth so naturally as if he said that everyday. You rolled your eyes at him, pretending that it didn’t make you feel giddy inside. He kept humming to City of Stars on the way home, casually linking your pinkies together.

“Christopher Bang Chan.”

“What?”

“You just missed your bus stop.”

“I’m walking you home.”

“Why?”

“Are you really asking that question?”

“You skipped practice today. What’s wrong?”

Chan stopped on his tracks, sighing as you released your pinky from his. “I’ve been meaning to ask you the same thing,” he confessed. “You seem… distracted. And so distant from me. Did I do something wrong?”

Uh-oh. You definitely didn’t expect that.

“Nothing. It’s just—”

The two of you had been friends since Chan moved back to Seoul from Sydney a few years back. At first, it was purely because you spoke English well, but Chan never left your side even after he got used to living in Korea on his own.

Things were chill until recently, when you noticed that Chan started treating you differently. He would smile at every silly thing you said, held your hand in front of everybody, or called you at night only because he wanted you to keep him company.

“What are we, Chan? I can’t help but feeling confused because you’re being like… this.”

Chan furrowed his eyebrows, cupping your face so he could look into your eyes. “Like what?”

You eyed his hands that were on your cheeks before removing them. “Like this. I don’t want to misinterpret any signal, Chan,” you mumbled. “If there’s any signal at all.”

“My goodness,” he gasped, pulling you into a bear hug you always enjoyed. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You’re doing it now, Chris.”

He chuckled, squishing you into his chest. “I didn’t intend to send signals, but I guess I’ve been like this because I,” he takes a deep breath, “like you. Like, like you. As more than a friend.”

Chan tried to pull away to see your response, but you circled your arms around his torso instead, not wanting him to see your reddening cheeks. “You could’ve just said so, dummy. I thought you were just playing with me.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he answered, placing his chin on top of your head. “I really didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t want you to feel awkward around me.”

“Too late for that. I don’t think I can ever look at you again now,” you groaned, your heart swelling with happiness when his laugh rumbled through his chest.

Chan gripped your arms, pulling away to grin at you and now you realized why you were being unusually sad over a movie’s ending.

Bang Chan was Mia, someone so endearing and inspiring and strong and talented and it was only a matter of time before the world knew what he was worth of. You, meanwhile, had a simple dream like Sebastian’s and just wanted to do your own thing, slowly realizing that you and Chan were living on a borrowed time.

But your best friend was looking at you like you were the only one who could make him happy and it was hard to resist. Chan could ask you to marry him right here, right now, and you would say yes. He might not be your first crush, but you were pretty sure that he was your first love. You wanted him—every inch of his heart—and he was offering exactly that to you.

“You’re not just gonna pretend that this never happens tomorrow, right?” you whispered as Chan cupped your face once again. He smiled when he felt that you were anticipating his next move, before brushing his lips against your temple. It was sweet and soft, but it ended too quickly and you wanted more.

You tried not to pout; the disappointment in your eyes was so obvious it made Chan chuckle. “You’re so whipped for me, how am I supposed to pretend that this never happens?” he teased, placing another kiss on your cheek.

“Wow I hate you.”

“Hate you more, babe.”

-

One of Chan’s trainee friends, Yang Jeongin, celebrated his birthday today. Jeongin had invited you over for dinner with the rest of the boys. You almost said no, but he sounded so convincing on the phone, saying that everyone was dying to meet you. Chan had also been begging you to finally come over and meet the other boys.

“I don’t know, Chan. I’m not even a trainee, and you’re not even supposed to be dating. How can I just show up?”

“Everybody dates, Y/N. Don’t be so naïve,” he replied, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you were nearing the building. You sighed, glancing at Chan who was now humming a song you never heard before. When your eyes landed on his lips, you were forced to remember the fact that Chan hadn’t kissed you yet. Well, he kissed your cheeks, your nose, your temple, your forehead, your jaw… pretty much everywhere but your lips.

You felt ashamed at yourself for even thinking about wanting to be kissed. It was beyond stupid, and you knew you couldn’t possibly measure Chan’s love for you with something as insignificant as a kiss, but you were starting to question his sincerity. Was he really serious with you? Or were you just someone he kept because he was lonely or something?

“We’re here!” your boyfriend exclaimed, entering the password quickly. He pushed the door open, and soon eight pairs of eyes fixated their gazes on you. “Hi.” You waved at them, trying not to frown at the burning smell that greeted you the moment you stepped inside.

However, Chan beat you to it. “What did you guys burn?” he panicked, patting your head before running to the kitchen. The boys then proceeded to attack with you with questions (and thankfully, compliments), which you tried your best to answer.

You recognized Jeongin standing at the back, yelling at his hyungs to “stop harassing Y/N they’re my guest!”

Kim Woojin, whom Chan always ate fried chicken with every week, gave you an apologetic smile as the birthday boy walked past him. “Jeongin really wants to meet you,” he noted as Jeongin shook your hand with absolute excitement. “Christopher Bang is all giggles everytime he talks about you. Of course I have to meet you!”

“Is that a compliment?” you asked, liking him already. Changbin laughed, gesturing at you to sit on the couch while Chan was screaming in the background (“WHY DID YOU GUYS EVEN BOTHER MAKING BOILED EGGS IF YOU’RE JUST GONNA LEAVE THEM LIKE THIS!”).

Chan returned to the living room with a pot of burned boiled eggs and a pan of seemingly undercooked spaghetti. “Ah, sorry!” Seungmin yelled as soon as he spotted the eggs. “I was the one boiling them but then Y/N arrived and I got distracted.”

“Don’t use my Y/N as an excuse!” the older boy warned, causing everyone—including you—to cringe. Jisung passed you a plate for the spaghetti, which you politely declined. “Hyung, have you told them about our debut plans?”

You widened your eyes at Chan who looked as if he got caught red handed. It was such an incredible news, you didn’t understand why he was trying to hide it from you. Before anyone could throw in some awkward jokes to lessen the tension, Felix and Minho brought a huge cake into the living room, singing the Happy Birthday song. The others followed suit, showering Jeongin with bear hugs (Changbin tried to kiss him) tickles.

You watched the adorable chaos upon you, trying to memorize every little detail because everything would change soon. Chan seemed to notice the look in your eyes as he sprinted to you and dragged you out of the living room. He stopped in front of his room, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Today is Jeongin’s birthday, but I also have something for you,” he whispered. He pushed you inside the room, trying to make you sit on his bed but you became too excited to listen to him.

“I think you need a new pop filter, Chan. I’m going to buy it for you,” you said, chuckling at his Dragon Ball figurines on the shelf. You noticed a jewelry box on his desk, a framed photo of you smiling at the camera was placed on top of it.

You opened it, and found all of the things you had given him inside. Most of them were things he needed at that time: a box of band aids, a phone strap, your Sharpie, and a pair of Snoopy earrings (which he had to wear for a week after losing a bet).

“Y/N, please sit down,” Chan whined, blushing when you poked his cheek. “You made a shrine for me, I don’t know whether I should feel honored or scared.”

“I also made a song for you.”

That got your attention, so you sat down on his bed, watching Chan browsing through his phone. He kneeled down, grabbing your hands as a soft instrumental started playing. “I wanted to tell you about our debut plan, but everything still seems too good to be real and I don’t want you to be disappointed if it… you know… doesn’t happen.”

You laced your fingers with his, bending down to kiss his nose. “I’ll always be proud of you, Chan. You’re talented and the company knows it, that’s a fact,” you assured him. You remembered the time when he told you that he was going to debut years ago. It never happened, and he had to watch his close friends debuted one by one. At this point—after 7 years of training, you knew Chan was scared to even voice out his excitement to himself.

“Another reason that I planned to wait before telling you is because… I don’t want you to break up with me.”

Chan lifted his hand to caress your cheekbone, a gesture that always made your heart flutter in a hundred different ways. “That’s absurd, Chan,” you told him.

“Even now I’ve canceled many of our dates because of lessons or late night recordings with Changbin and Jisung. You don’t get enough sleep because you’re always waiting for me to finish practicing. Sometimes we barely talk at school since I always fall asleep,” he recounted. “I’m not good for you, Y/N. And I’m afraid that you’ll eventually realize how lacking I am and how you deserve to be loved by a man who can love you properly.”

You shook your head, throwing your arms around his neck. “You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had, Bang Chan.”

“I think that’s because I’m the only boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

“Please don’t ruin the mood.”

“Sorry.”

“My point is, we’re both trying our best and I never feel that you’re lacking. You’ve been nothing but perfect.” You pulled away, threading your hand through his curly locks. “Now where’s that song you wrote for me?”

Chan took a deep breath, reaching for his phone to replay the instrumental. “I wanted to take you somewhere nice and sing to you there. But here you are, being your beautiful, loving, witty self and I just can’t wait anymore.”

“I don’t know how to write love songs

Or if I can even call this a love song

All I know is I’m writing this for you

Pouring out feelings that feel surreal.”

You giggled, pulling Chan up so that he was lying on top of you. You heard someone knocking on the door, but neither of you moved from your position.

“But I wake up everyday and you’re still here

Walking down this dark tunnel with me

Showering me with warmth and joy like no one else

And I wonder if you feel the same

So I hope

Your heart is where I’ll always stay.”

He stopped although the music was still playing, and you didn’t know if it was because he forgot his lyrics or because that was all he could manage to say. Chan pecked your forehead softly, keeping his hand on your cheek as he pulled away.

“God I love you so much,” he whispered, his lips quivering as you let his words sink in. “Can I kiss you?”

Chan’s lips touched yours and all you could see and feel was Bang Chan and his love for you. He parted your lips with his tongue, sighing in contentment when you tugged at his hair. You pulled him closer although he was practically lying on you, trailing his hand along your spine. “Chan,” you gasped, almost forgetting what you wanted to say when he continued tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Channie,” you tried again, and this time he pulled away, chuckling at your disoriented state.

“Yeah?”

“I love you too. A lot.”

“And Chan?”

He hummed, giving you pecks all over your face as you struggled to stop giggling. “Why did you only kiss me now?”

You expected Chan to smirk at you and tease you to no end, but he only stared at you before dropping another smooch on your lips. “I didn’t want you to think that I only wanted you that way. You’re so gorgeous and precious and you chose me, I don’t want to lose you.”

“Chan hyung!” Changbin banged on the door, causing Chan to grumble. “Is my phone inside?”

“Fuck off, Changbin!” Chan yelled.

“I will! But please don’t do anything weird in there! Y/N you’re still alive, right?”

“Safe and sound, Changbin!”

“Seo Changbin, I swear to God—”

You didn’t let Chan finish as you crashed your lips on his once again, and for now you didn’t want to think about how you were running out of time, how Chan would eventually slip away from you despite saying all of those sweet words that were already engraved in your heart.

He wanted to stay in your heart, so you let him.

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If there was any other day you hated more than Monday, it would be Thursday. On Thursdays, it started to feel like the weekend, but then it wasn’t even Friday yet and everything just felt a bit more mundane and tiring. And empty.

At least on Friday you could meet up with your friends after work or drink with your co-workers. And then you could spend (at least) half of Saturday lazing around in bed before getting up to clean up your place and then binge-watch shows you missed until Sunday night.

But tonight was different.

You were lying in bed, looking at unread messages from an unknown number that you assumed to be Changbin’s. The boys had changed their phone numbers several times after debut due to some obsessive fans spamming them, but somehow all of them managed to keep yours. You always received birthday wishes from them, except for Chan who opted to send a box of dark chocolate (72% chocolate, your favorite) to your place every year. He never left any cards, and you could only guess who told him your address (if it wasn’t your brother, then you would be afraid), but you knew it was him.

Besides the annual birthday gift, you never had any contact with your ex-boyfriend for the past four years. You saw him a lot, of course. Stray Kids had their breakthrough year 1.5 years after their debut, and Chan became one of the most popular singer-songwriters in the country.

The songs in the CD, however, sounded like nothing he would ever write. You decided to take it slow, listening to one song each night.

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The Candle I Blow Out

It was already past midnight when you opened the door for Chan, who looked like he ran the whole way to your house (he did). “You don’t have to do this,” you sighed, wiping his sweat with your hand. “We just finished filming. I’m sorry.”

“How’s Felix?” you asked, closing the door before leaning on it. It had been awhile since you last saw him and the boys; the company created a survival show for them, and you could see how it took a toll on everyone, mainly Chan. It felt weird seeing your boyfriend on television, and it felt even weirder to see people talking about him, admiring him, even hating on him. But you told yourself to get used to it, to accept the fact that nobody ever belonged to just one person. In this case, though, you had to share Chan with the whole world. Which definitely wasn’t easy at all.

“He’s doing pretty well. I think they’re considering to take both him and Minho back,” he said, and you immediately wrapped him in your arms. “I’m tired,” he added, burying his face on the crook of your neck. “I know,” you replied. “But it will end soon, and greater things are just about to start.”

Chan let out a frustrated sigh, mumbling things you were unable to hear. “Hmm?” you hummed, pulling away to see him tearing up. “Don’t cry on me, Bang Chan. You’re the leader of 8 boys and you’re doing great.”

He chuckled. “You pretending to be so tough on me. That’s hot.”

Deep down, you knew you weren’t just pretending to be tough on him. You were pretending to be tough on yourself too, trying to convince yourself that you wouldn’t be a burden for him and he would stay.

-

The melody of District 9 was still playing in your head although the boys had said goodbye and disappeared into the backstage. You stared at the empty stage in awe, reading the words “Stray Kids Unveil (Op. 01: I Am Not)” almost in disbelief. The fans around you were still busy gushing over the members, and it made you happy.

“Bang Chan is really crazy.”

“I know right? How does he do what he does?”

Hours of recording, barely sleeping, whining to you over the phone, and being so in love with what he’s doing.

“I don’t know about you guys, but he’s super hot.”

“He is! And did you pay attention to his body? It’s crazy.”

You knew you were probably supposed to leave, but you stayed, listening to them talking (sometimes screaming) about your boyfriend in a way that made you feel proud and weird. However, when they started talking about Cheongdam high school, the school you and Chan went to, you took it as a sign to leave.

“Do you have friends from Cheongdam High? Like the ones from his batch? I want to know how he was at school…”

-

channie: how is it that i arrived at your house before you did?

y/n: are you aware of how many fans you have and how hard was it to even get out of the venue

channie: oops. didnt think of that babe

y/n: you couldve asked me to drop by at your dorm, its fine

channie: you know i can’t risk that right :(

channie: pls come home soon

channie: i cant take another hour of your brother laughing at my makeup

y/n: lol deal with it

Laughters and giggles were heard as soon as you stepped inside your living room. Your parents and brother were chatting with Chan, who was still wearing his stage outfit. Now that you were looking at him up close, you realized how magical he was. “Hi,” he grinned, immediately lacing his fingers with yours.

“You should’ve seen how he tried to act cool on stage,” you told your brother as you put down a bucket of fried chicken on the table. “I heard you skipped the party with the boys?”

“Yeah, I did,” he answered distractedly, typing on his phone before dialing a number.

“Ah hyung,” he said. “Y/N just arrived and we—okay then.”

He ended the call, giving you a sad smile before standing up. “They want me back ASAP, I’m sorry. My manager is already outside.”

“It’s okay Channie, you must be tired too. Thank you for visiting us,” your mother assured him.

“Here, share with the boys. I’m sure you still have space for chicken,” you said. Chan took the bucket from you, making his way to the door.

“You did amazing today. I’m proud of you,” you whispered, ruffling his head as he chuckled. You could see fatigue and guilt in his eyes and you started to feel bad. “You’re not mad at me, are you?” he muttered.

“You just debuted. You’ve finally achieved your dream. Why would I be mad? I’m happy for you. My boyfriend is going to be a famous artist soon.”

Chan eventually left with a relieved smile on his face, but you figured it wouldn’t last long.

-

“You asked Soo to do what?”

You were walking down the street with a beanie covering half of your eyes. Chan had finished recording for a reality show, and he asked to meet you at the small coffee shop you used to go to during high school days (you were the only one who ordered though).

“I asked him to give him the spare key so I could close the shop for him.”

“Did he really agree to do this or did you—”

“He didn’t mind, Y/N. Why are you making this complicated?”

“I’m not. I just don’t want us to make other people uncomfortable.”

“We’ve known Soo since high school. He’s happy to help.”

He was right about that, so you told him you were arriving soon. You and Chan had had countless dates at Soo’s, even before you started dating officially. You made a mental note to pay visit later and thank him for trusting both of you this much. Meeting Chan had been a real challenge since the start of Stray Kids’ recent comeback. Their fandom continued to grow, and now some people started to follow the boys around during their schedule. It was only two or three people, but everyone was aware of it, especially Chan who became extremely careful (or paranoid, according to Minho).

You noticed how Chan had shut down the curtains when you got there. You slowly opened the door, and Chan’s eyes lit up when he saw you.

“Hi gorgeous.”

You scoffed at his cheesiness, but circled your arms around his neck as he pulled you close. “Dates at Soo’s, huh? Some things never change indeed.”

Chan giggled, peppering small kisses on your face. “Missed you, babe,” he sighed, tightening his hold on your waist.

“Don’t you wanna sit down?” you joked.

He shook his head. “No. I want to hold you,” he whined, pressing a more intense kiss on your lips.

“Is there any reason why you’re being this clingy?”

“Aren’t I clingy in general?”

“Chan.”

He rubbed circles on your waist. “We’ll be going on tour soon.”

You squealed and booped his nose. “That’s great! If the company gives you guys a tour then it means you’re doing well, right?”

“I guess so. The boys are excited about this, and we’ll be going to Australia soon. But Y/N—”

He paused, causing you to cup his face in worry. “What is it?”

“We’ll release the next album soon, practice for awards and year-end shows, and then practice for the tour while preparing the next album. It’ll be even harder for us to meet,” he lamented.

You tried to keep the smile on your face, but you knew he noticed the slight fear in your eyes. No matter how much you had prepared yourself for this, you weren’t ready.

But the last thing Chan needed was you being a nuisance, so you told him that it didn’t matter and spent the rest of the night catching up.

“Can I take you home?”

“You asked Soo to give you his key so we could have a private space and now you want to take me home.”

“Can I at least take you to the bus stop?”

Chan was begging with his eyes, and you instantly melted. “Okay,” you said, opening the door. He followed you, locking the door carefully before wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Have you bought birthday presents for the babies?”

“You meant Jisung, Felix, and Seungmin?”

“Yeah, they’re—”

Both of you stopped walking as you heard the sound of shutter. Chan looked around, gripping your shoulder so tightly you nearly brushed him away. But before you could say anything, he had let you go and walked slightly in front of you.

channie: i think you have to go by yourself this time

channie: I’ll make it up to you i promise

You watched him making a turn at the corner of the street, his black hoodie becoming one with the dark sky as he quickened his pace. You glanced at your phone, hot tears falling onto the screen. What Chan did was understandable, it was a reflex. But it hurt, and you remembered the time when you thought that you and Chan were living on a borrowed time.

y/n: its okay. be safe.

Maybe your time together was up.

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When Chan appeared at your doorstep with barely opened eyes, you just let him in without any protest. He only became more and more busy, and no matter how cheerful he appeared on cameras, days like this happened often.

“Is your brother home?” he asked, putting down a few shopping bags on your couch. You recently got a job in the central city, and you moved into your brother’s apartment so you could commute more comfortably.

“Bought him some fruits. And chocolate for you.”

You smiled, pulling out a box of dark chocolate from one of the bags. “You love me so much.”

He didn’t reply, causing you to dart your eyes to him. “What happened?”

Chan sat you down on the couch, biting his lips as you patted his biceps. “I think we should break up.”

It would be a lie if you didn’t see that coming. After both of you were supposedly photographed together two months ago, Chan changed. He was still the cheerful (but tired) and sweet Chan, but his eyes said otherwise and although he thought he hid it well from you, he didn’t.

“Alright,” was all you said.

“Babe, please don’t be like this—”

“It’s fine, Chan. I understand,” you cut him off. “I don’t want to hold you back. I don’t want to cause you more stress. If being together doesn’t make us happy anymore then there’s no point in forcing this.”

What you wanted to tell him was that you knew he was scared of losing his fans if he ever got caught dating you, but you couldn’t trust yourself to say that out loud without crying.

You loved Bang Chan, and this was the best thing you could do for him.

“You’re not holding me back. It’s just-”

“I get it. You’re too busy and everything is too risky.”

Your phone beeped, showing a message from your brother who was coming home soon. You stood up and walked to your door, Chan trailing behind you. “You should go. My brother is coming soon and God knows how many hours he’ll make you stay,” you attempted to joke. He smiled, taking your hand in his before placing a kiss on the back of your hand. He stared at you, long and intense, like he wanted to say something.

“I’m sorry.”

That was all he said.

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“Is my toothbrush there?” your brother asked over the phone. You peeked into the bathroom, spotting a toothbrush that he used.

“Yeah it’s here. Why?”

“I’m staying over at Jiyeon’s place.”

“I don’t want to sound like Mom but just… don’t get her pregnant.”

“We’re getting married, dumbass.”

“But still.”

Silence.

“I called Chan,” he confessed. “I know I probably shouldn’t have done that though. Sorry.”

You faked a laugh. “Just because we broke up doesn’t mean you two can’t talk.”

“But still.”

“It’s been four years,” you said. “It’s old story. And he won Daesang, of course you wanted to congratulate him.”

“I didn’t congratulate him,” he corrected, voice unusually calm. “I cursed him out for dating that person from Sparkle. Who was it? Kim Jiho?”

You sighed, spinning the CD in your hand. “Come on, we moved on. Plus that was like… 2 years ago?”

“Maybe he did, but you didn’t. I don’t care how many people you dated after Chan, Y/N. We know the truth.”

“Let’s talk tomorrow, I’m tired,” you sternly said, hitting the end button before your brother attacked you more.

You decided to finally open Changbin’s message, which said how sorry he was for intruding your and Chan’s privacy and for you to “please please please” let him explain. You wondered what the rest 2 songs be about for Changbin to have second thoughts.

“Fuck it,” you muttered, sliding the CD into your laptop.

The song gave off a different vibe from the first one. The first song was light and sweet, and this one felt like all of things at once, but mostly regret.

“The sun shines bright

The stars twinkle

The world welcomes me

But what am I supposed to do?

I feel colder than ever

The warm candle I lit

Is now just a memory

I wonder if it’s my fault.”

You reached for your phone on the side table, asking Changbin for Chan’s number.

“Harsh wind? Hurricane?

No

My warmth, my light, my hope

Is gone

You’re gone

You’re the candle I blow out

And it’s all my fault.”

The song slowly came to an end, but then you heard a familiar sobbing sound. It took you a good minute to realize that it was Chan’s. He kept crying and crying until someone rushed into the recording room.

“Hyung!” you heard Changbin’s voice before the audio was cut short.

You pressed stop, and for the first time since your breakup, you cried. For Chan, for yourself, for all the time you spent trying to convince yourself that you would be okay without him.

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(Not an) Epilogue

“C-Chan?”

“Y/N?”

The moment he called your name, your defense crumbled. You started crying again, causing him to yell at the boys to shut up.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“Yes,” you answered. “It hurts, Chan-ah.”

“Where are you? Are you home?”

You didn’t answer, but you could feel him nodding. “I’ll be there soon, okay? Have you called your brother?”

“Chan,” you sobbed. “Please.”

“I’m coming. Don’t hang up.”

So you didn’t. You heard him fumbling with his car keys before starting the engine. He didn’t ask anything throughout the journey, only occasionally telling you to wait for him. When he knocked on your door, you hesitated.

Would things really turn out the way you wanted it to be?

“What happened?” he asked as soon you opened your door. Chan ushered you inside, taking your face in his hands to press soft kisses on your eyes as if he never left. “Hey, why are you crying?”

You pointed at the CD case, which he took immediately. He read Changbin’s note before pulling you into his arms. He whispered strings of apology in your ear as you cried even harder. “I let you go, Chan. Why aren’t you happy?” you asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied. “I just didn’t want to ruin your life Y/N. I don’t want you to get hate, to have people talking shit about you. I thought it’d be better if you hated me instead of suffering because of me.”

You sighed, your tears started to subside. “I didn’t want you to lose everything you tried so hard to achieve because of me. I just want to be your sweetest memory, Chan. I—”

“I love you,” he said. “I thought I could forget you. People move on, right, so why can’t I?”

Chan rested his forehead on your shoulder, breathing you in as you put your arms around his waist. “But it’s been 4 years and at this point I can’t keep lying to you or myself.”

“If you still want me around, if you’re okay with what I’m doing, will you let me stay?” he asked, pulling away to see your reaction. You looked at him, and you saw the Bang Chan you knew. The one who loved to mess around with you but was also the one who would protect you. The one who wrote you songs he never revealed to anyone else. The one who broke your heart into pieces but willing to pierce the pieces back together.

“Why do you even bother asking?” you answered, saying every word slowly to tease him. “You never left, Chan. I guess you really stayed in my heart after all.”

He burst into a loud laugh, pressing his lips against yours. He took everything slow, like he wanted to remember how it felt when your lips molded together, how you pulled him closer when his tongue grazed your teeth, how the touch of his lips left wonderful burning sensation on your skin.

You pulled away when his phone rang, watching Chan glance at the caller before switching his phone off. “Okay. I have to be a responsible artist and a responsible, loving boyfriend. What should I do?”

You only wiggled your eyebrows at him, causing him to groan.  He took a deep breath and gripped your shoulders. “If I go back to practice then return here at 3AM, will that count?” he suggested. “Oh no, I’ll be back at 6AM. You need sleep.”

“Now that’s responsible,” you agreed, pecking his lips. “And if you want to be a loving boyfriend as well, please bring me breakfast.”

Chan sighed in relief, eyes twinkling with excitement that you never wanted to trade with anything. “Does kaya toast sound good? Seungmin is into making toasts thesedays, I can steal some.”

“Also, have you listened to all the tracks yet?”

“I still have the last track to listen to.”

“Good. Don’t listen to that. I can make you thousands other songs but please, don’t listen to that one.”

Chan gave you one last look before reaching for the doorknob. “I’ll be back.”

And it was a promise he fulfilled.

-

“I only have one more chapter to write

I don’t want this story to be over

Holding your hand, listening to your silly jokes

Lulling you to sleep, waking up to you

I still want to do all of those.

Y/N we don’t have to end like Sebastian and Mia

Can I write one more chapter?

Can I write a thousand more?

Because Channie loves you so much”

This time you didn’t press stop. You repeated the song over and over again.

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a/n: wow this turned out to be longer than i expected. if you get to this part, then thank you for reading! mayhaps the chan’s room series inspired this although there’s nothing about that in the story.

[pangtasias-atelier]

Big Enough to Share

Really in the mood for something super self indulgent. So here's a wg fic staring my two favorite heroes. If I could summoner support more than 1 person, Tibarn would definitely be my second option.

Might continue this with an explicit part 2, but I've never written anything graphic so that's always a maybe.

Contains forced weight gain.

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Kiran reviews a map; the geography that of morning's training location from the Training Tower. Sitting on his bed is Grima, the Fell Dragon vexed as he sulks. Tibarn peers over Kiran's shoulder.

Askr finally at peace, Kiran elected to stay. Alongside him were Grima and Tibarn, the two of them enamored with the summoner. Both of them were glad to continue staying with Kiran but their happiness soon turned into exasperation upon realizing the other stayed as well.

Coming to heads once more, they challenged each other to see who could defeat more enemies. The Training Tower as their battleground, the two had returned severely injured to a panicked Kiran.

Scrutinizing the map and the enemies Tibarn and Grima told him about, Kiran sighs.

"To begin with, the Training Tower is ideal for groups of four. For you two to go by yourself is plain stupid. Especially when I learned to heal specifically because of you two," Kiran chastises as Grima and Tibarn both scoff. "Plus Tibarn, you should have attacked some enemies before fleeing to lead them to Grima," Grima stands up from the praise. "Grima, you should've called for Tibarn's help, you're too slow on the battlefield to escape or chase enemies. Tibarn's much faster and can attack first while you have to let enemies attack you," Tibarn smirks at Grima who frowns at him. "Next time, have me come along," Kiran sighs as he stands up. "I'm going to get dinner started,"

With a non-committal sound from the both of them, they both stare at the slight limp in Kiran's left leg. During his position as Askr's summoner, a bow cavalry snuck up on Kiran despite Tibarn's and Grima's watchful eyes. An arrow lodged in his calf, Kiran was immobilized as pegasus knights swooped in. Before things could worsen, Tibarn arrived with Grima taking care of the stragglers. Since then, the two refused for Kiran to ever join them on the battlefield once Askr was at peace.

"We really screwed this up huh,"

"You ruined it," Grima accuses, staring up at Tibarn who scoffs.

"Anyways, right now it's my turn with Kiran," The reason for the morning's fight coming back up, Grima frowns.

With both of them staying with Kiran, neither of them particularly enjoyed sharing him. Grima moreso.

"I have a method to keep Kiran from joining us in the Training Tower," Grima blurts. "And to make him easier to share," Tibarn stops in his tracks upon hearing Grima.

"What is it?" Tibarn sighs, ashamed for even thinking of going along with Grima.

"He eats well; we can speed up the process," Not letting Tibarn speak up, Grima continues. "I've seen you pass glances when Kiran takes his shirt off or tugs it down,"

"Will it harm him in anyway? If-"

"It won't, and I can reverse it at anytime. Don't underestimate me pheasant,"

"Fine," Tibarn sighs, leaving the room before he changes his mind.

Tsking, Grima hurriedly casts his magic. Tibarn too prideful to lie, with both of them wanting this, it would mean both of them in trouble, Grima preferring to share the blame than to risk Kiran solely mad at him.

The spell finished, Grima heads out, not wanting to miss a moment. Kiran smiles down at him while Tibarn focuses on cutting the vegetables.

"You should sit, I'll take care of the rest,"

"Oh don't worry, I-"

"Sit" Grima finalizes. Kiran jolts at Grima's tone.

"He's in a rut from chastising him, let him make it up to you," Tibarn eggs on.

Slowly nodding, Kiran sits at the unset table. Letting out a burp, Kiran blushes as he apologizes.

Grima shares a knowing look with Tibarn's uncertain one, Kiran not seeing them.

"Is it hot in here?" Kiran complains. Fanning himself helps nothing, Kiran feeling immensely warm. No response from either of them, Kiran groans as he puts a hand on his rumbling tummy, having snacked quite a bit after the war. "I I," a whimper coming out of his mouth, Kiran shuts his eyes as it feels warmer.

"You said this wouldn't hurt," Tibarn angrily whispers, his hand on Grima's shirt.

"It isn't, now keep watching," Grima swats Tibarn's hand away, both of their eyes becoming transfixed on Kiran again.

Hands on his tummy, Kiran opens his eyes as he feels something pulling them. Wrong, he sees something pushing his hands. His stomach.

"Wh-" Kiran groans as he clutches his stomach, the sensation burning.

"I may have overdone it," Grima muses, a smile on his lips.

Tibarn glances at him before diverting his attention back to Kiran, the chair creaking.

Blossoming into a chubster, Kiran's thighs dig into his pants, the material encasing his legs like sausages. The fabric pinching him, Kiran tugs at them. Unable to remove them, Kiran continues struggling. His shirt scoots further up his growing stomach, inching its way closer to his budding breasts.

Rubbing his stomach, Kiran continues whimpering. A momentary relief washes over his stomach as his pants' button finally give, his stomach flowing out onto his thighs. Completely forgetting about Tibarn and Grima, Kiran startles at another pair of hands on his stomach. "Grima!"

Standing behind Kiran, Grima places a hand on Kiran's lips. "Shhhh. Soon, you'll be nice and soft," Grima rubs Kiran's stomach, the growing flesh now overtaking his thighs which are finally wider than his chair. "Relax," Grima whispers in Kiran's ears as he grabs his love handles.

Not relaxed, Kiran yells. "T-tibarn," He shouts, his shirt turned bra slowly tearing, his meaty breasts finally too much of a match for the fabric alongside his pants, Kiran too big for his britches.

Tibarn looks down at the ground, hand rubbing the back of his head. Initially wanting to stop it seeing Kiran's discomfort, the largening ex-summoner was too good to pass up. "Sorry Kiran,"

"Bu-" Kiran gasps as his shirt finally rips, the tatters resting on his moobs. Kicking his legs, Kiran struggles against Grima's grip on his shoulders.

"See," Grima drawls, savoring Kiran's fear in his eyes. "He wants this too; we both want it. Now, be a good little worm and sit still," Removing his hand, Grima tsks as Kiran stands up. Ready, Grima smiles at Kiran's failed attempt. Unused to the weight, Kiran jumped up; fat shaking and knees buckling, he came tumbling back down onto the chair. The once working chair, his fall spelled the doom of it. With a great crack, the chair gives out, Kiran hitting the floor with his great ass. Boxers now the only article of clothing still on him, those too give out, a tear straight down their middle their downfall.

"Okay, I broke the chair, that should be big enough," Kiran pleads, staring up at Grima's eyes.

"Yeah," Tibarn interjects, walking towards Kiran. "You're-" Grima dashes Kiran's hope.

"Not big enough. I agree Tibarn," Kneeling down, Grima smiles at Kiran as he plays with his moobs, squishing and pinching at them. Kiran tries to keep his moans down.

"Tibarn, please. You," Tibarn kneels down to Kiran's pink flushed face, his growing stomach pinning his kicking legs. A smile tossed Tibarn's way, Kiran shakes as Tibarn rubs and massages his thighs, the rolls of fat squishing under his arms.

"I'm sure we're both in agreement here,"

"Yeah," Tibarn sighs. Kiran whimpers as his arms slowly get pushed further upward, his growing breasts needing more space.

"Perfect. Now help me lift him up," The growing 700 pound Kiran is no trouble for Grima and Tibarn to move. Each taking a flabby arm, they lift him up.

"So tired," Kiran wheezes. Walking in tandem, they move him one fat filled thigh at a time. His thighs rubbing and chafing each other, Kiran's requests for breaks go denied. He feels his cheeks widen and fatten, his jaw further burdened.

"We have to get you in bed, Kiran," Tibarn soothes, gently rubbing Kiran's ass.

"Before you're too big to move; a perfect blob for the both of us," Grima taunts, grabbing and shaking every roll he can reach.

Huffing, Kiran purposefully leans his weight into Grima, squishing him into the wall. His stomach droops further, the cool temperature of the floor slightly closer. Tibarn's muscles and Grima's draconic strength despite his small vessel manage to upright Kiran anyways, leading him to their bedroom.

"He won't fit," Tibarn points out, their door not meant for an 800 pound man.

"We'll make him fit. The hard way," Grima growls. Walking through first, Grima pulls Kiran's arms while Tibarn pushes.

Stomach immediately stuck, Kiran trembles as they struggle. Door cracking, Kiran whimpers from his fat being squished and pressed up by the frame. Kiran gasps upon being freed. Crashing into the floor, his face rests on his breasts, his ass rising into the air. Checking the room, Kiran doesn't miss the fact that it's now completely barren, the only remaining furniture in it their lone matress, now placed in the center of the room.

"Hurry," Grima complains. Grabbing Kiran's legs, Tibarn grabs Kiran's arms. Groaning as they lift him, Grima lets go upon reaching the matress, Kiran's ass overtaking more than half the king sized matress and still growing. Walking around, Grima helps Tibarn, the two of them leaving Kiran in an upright position.

Desperately shaking his arms, Kiran tires himself out, breath coming out in ragged spurts. Whispers sounding behind his back, Kiran startles upon Tibarn placing his hands over his face. Hands removed, Kiran struggles to lift his hands. Unable to see from the blindfold over his face, Kiran jostles and shakes, still futilely attempting to move.

Both of them stare at the nearing half ton Kiran. Tibarn blushes as Grima stares, licking his lips.

"Now he'll never be able to join a battle," Grima quietly comments. Tibarn simply nods his head, his throat awfully dry.

Kiran's ass spreads further behind and beside him. His stomach gurgles, jutting out beyond his thighs. Kiran feels his cheeks press into his mouth. "Tibarn? Grima?" Kiran wheezes, moving his head in hopes of somehow spotting them past his blindfold.

Grima places a hand over Tibarn's mouth. Both of them keep quiet, Kiran struggling further.

"I'm sorry for yelling, I was just worried and I'm sorry," Kiran pants, his lungs desperate for more air. "I promise I won't complain, I," Kiran's body interrupts him, a burp escaping his lips as he groans. "Please," Kiran cries, tears escaping his blindfold as his ass finally encroaches the floor, the king sized matress now even too small for him.

Growth finally stopping for now, Tibarn flies up behind Kiran, removing the blindfold. Able to see his body once more, Kiran sniffles upon the sight. Blubbery cheeks occupying most of his sight, the majority of the rest is occupied by his gargantuan body, rolls upon rolls upon rolls overlapping and forming a blob of a human. Legs, arms, and all pinned by his ton of a body, Kiran struggles; the only thing accomplished is his mountainous body shaking, the struggle tiring him out completely.

Hands on his body, Kiran whimpers as he feels someone climbing him. Tibarn flies into his vision, legs crosses as he lies down in the air, hand behind his back. Grima climbs up, resting on Kiran's moobs.

"Now you won't get hurt in battle again," Grima consoles, pinching Kiran's cheek.

"That's not," Kiran huffs, tired already. "why you did it,"

"You're right," Tibarn sighs guilt getting to him. Grima grabbing his leg and bringing him down to Kiran is enough to remove said guilt, Tibarn squishing and prodding Kiran's car of a body. "We wanted to see you bigger,"

Kiran feels his tears prickling again as he feels two sets of hands rubbing him.

Both of them jump off of Kiran. A gasp escaping his lips, Kiran screams as he feels a push, falling backwards. Gravity taking over, Kiran groans as his back hits the mattress. Now laying down, Kiran can only see his globular cheeks and the ceiling, unable to lift or turn his head.

Hands grabbing him, Kiran simply continues to struggle, his feet wiggling in the air, no longer touching the ground. Kiran whimpers upon hearing the two people laying on his stomach.

"He's big enough, Grima,"

"For now," Grima smiles at Tibarn's lack of counter. "Now, let's have some, shall we?"

[peachywise]

nullify part 3

an umbrella academy fanfiction // klaus hargreeves x reader

- part iii: the difference between truths and lies || part i ⋆ part ii ⋆ part iv ⋆ part v ⋆ part vi ⋆ more parts to be released

- synopsis: Klaus may have terrified your neighbour, broken an unspoken contract, and overall just acted like an absolute ass, but hell. That wasn't anything compared to how shitty your first meeting went when you met the rest of his family.

- notes: Sorry, this chapter took a little longer to get up than expected! Then again, it was delayed because I got a puppy, so yeah man I'm not that sorry lmao. Hope you enjoy! Swearing and minor violence TW.

link on ao3 

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“Did you break my lamp?”

Looking over his shoulder, Klaus peered at the tall beige light lying haphazardly on your floor, its shade squished to shit with little pieces of broken light bulb scattered around. It also just so happened to be right beside the window he had crawled in to get here.

“Would you believe me if I said it was like that when I got here?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. Patience. You had to have patience. Granted, that would be easier to achieve if you also had a lamp that was intact.

“Hey, if it makes you feel any better, it made a loud enough crash and you didn’t even wake up. Would have thought you were dead if I wasn’t such a brilliant expert on the subject already.” Crossing the room to stand in front of you, he lowered his voice slightly, asking, “what pills do you take for it? Never seen anything like it.”

“Nothing. Just the sheer anger and exhaustion that comes from having been born,” you bluntly stated, only half-joking.

He tilted his head in a funny nod. “Ah, yes. That would do the trick.”  Shaking your head, a little amused despite it all, you brushed past him to grab one of your canvas bags hanging by the front door. In doing so, Klaus’s eyes fell down to your hand, only just noticing the object clasped in your grasp. His face contorted in confusion “Are you actually bringing that clock with you? I was joking when I suggested it, sweetheart.”

Slipping the clock in the bag—which was little more than a defensive weapon now—you snorted. “I’m not taking any chances.” You’d already had a plate thrown at you, a spoon, and a pot dropped on your stomach, and that was all in less than twenty-four hours. If they were going to keep tossing ridiculous objects your way, then the clock was yours to use freely as far as you were concerned.

You almost wanted to smack him over the head with it again to avenge your fallen lamp. At least that’s why you told yourself you wanted to.

“Remind me why I agreed to go meet them, again?” You muttered, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you slipped some sneakers on. Klaus moved back over to your window, gingerly stepping over your lamp like he was afraid of damaging it more than he already had. How nice of him.

“Because I’m incredibly charming. And if you’re thinking of backing out, you aren’t going to get the ice cream cone I was going to treat you too on our midday stroll.”

Well, shit. Couldn’t say no to that.

“Let’s go, then."

Klaus’s grin was way too big, his face a little too excited. It was the same as that almost anticipative, hopeful look in his eyes you saw when you first met. The near intensity that he looked at you was enough to unnerve even the most confident of people. It was confusing. You had begun to think about what they could need. Clearly, they weren’t as interested in your forcefields ability of simple defense, given Five’s early dismissal of it. He was way more interested in learning you could nullify powers. At the very least you knew you could cancel out Klaus’s. Most likely they just needed you to do that with someone else. The question was, who was it?

Moving to unlock your door, you heard a familiar swish and click of a window. Turning back around, you noticed Klaus trying to squeeze himself through it, his body already halfway out.

“I genuinely can’t tell if you’re doing that to be funny, or because you forgot we could leave out the front door.”

Stalling just before he stuck his second foot out on your fire escape, he stayed still for a beat then backtracked, maneuvering himself inside the apartment once more. Clearing his throat as he stood upright, he murmured, “I was just following Ben’s lead,” walking past you to swing the front door open. “Well come on, we haven’t got all day. Early bird gets the worm and all that."

Patting Klaus’s arm condescendingly, you stated a little loudly simply in hopes ghost boy was actually still in the room, “with how much I assume Klaus pins his stupid stunts on you, it's a travesty that you haven't been anointed to sainthood, Ben.”

“Please,” Klaus scoffed, throwing his arm over your shoulder as you moved out in the hallway, closing the door and locking it behind you. “You can’t even hear him and you believe him over me?”

Shrugging his arm off, you span around and walked backward, facing him. “Are you kidding? Currently, he’s my favourite because I can’t hear him. It’s blissful.”

Klaus was about to shoot something back at you, his face lighting with the knowing signs of amusement, but stopped himself before he could begin. Oh, so no clever come back? You’d gotten so used to the rapport you were almost disappointed, despite what you had just previously stated about the quiet.

But then you heard another voice behind you, and Christ, you already dreaded having to explain the presence of your rather scantily clad, eccentrically distinctive acquaintance.  

“Honey, are you okay? I heard some noises coming from your apartment and I was just on my way to check.”

Spinning back around, you gave a tight smile in welcome to your elderly neighbour, Eliza Carr. She was a sweet little woman, albeit nosy as all hell. Shrunken to about 4’9 with overly long grey hair pinned up in a tight bun, you always wondered if she did it too stretch her wrinkles in a make do facelift. Ingenious, really. She’d always kind of reminded you of a fairy. Odd comparison, but it worked when you considered they were often pleasant under the guise cover an impish exterior.

Once you had even caught her looking through your mail. You were pretty sure she had taken a pizza coupon from the stack and hid it in her bra.

“I’m fine, Mrs. Carr. I was just—”

“With me,” Klaus interjected, stepping beside you and looping his arm through yours, pressing you closer to his side as he put on his fake little polite act.

Shit.

Why he interrupted, you had no idea. Maybe it was just his incessant need to hear his own voice, or his need to make his presence known lest he disappears like the invisible ghost who trailed along after him.

“Believe me, I tried to quiet them down but they just can’t keep their hands off! Didn’t help that they ball-gagged me and had my hands and feet tied together, but that’s pretty tame compared to last night.”

Maybe he interrupted because this truly was hell and Klaus was a literal fucking demon given the duty to torment you in every sense of the word. Then Eliza’s hand went to her chest, and you had decided he was actually the grim reaper who just tried to kill the poor old bat.

Widening your eyes, you were completely stunned into silence, unable to cough even the slightest noise or retaliate against his words. Then Eliza dropped her hand and took a small, concerned step forward, reaching that hand out to place it on your forearm in a comforting, though at the moment mortifying, gesture. “Why don’t you come to church with me on Sunday, Hun? I think—”

Sidestepping away from her grasp, you gripped Klaus’s wrist as you finally found your voice again. “Sorry, gotta go! Late for an appointment!” Before she could try to convince you that you needed Jesus—someone who inevitably must have abandoned the earth the moment your present companion was born—you pulled Klaus behind you in your frantic attempt to escape. Then he turned just slightly to yell back at the woman, “we’re trying to adopt! I think we’ll make fantastic parents," as you turned down the hall and raced down the few flights of stairs. Klaus snickered the whole way down.

As soon as you reached the landing of your lobby, musty and welcoming with its stained emerald carpet and all, you dropped his wrist and indignantly ignored him as you exited the building. He trailed behind you like the world’s worst trained mutt. “Give me a minute to catch my breath, will ya?” He huffed, as you walked down the concrete steps and on to the sidewalk. “I’m still a little winded from having that ball gag in my—”

Sticking your leg out casually as he descended from the final step, he comically tripped over it and fell to the ground just as gratifyingly as you had imagined it.  

“Do that again and I’ll shove coal so far down your throat you’ll be shitting diamonds for years to come.”

“You promise?” He smiled, pushing himself off the ground and wiping the gravel from his hands on to his pants. Not like those things could really get any dirtier. “Also, that’s an oddly specific threat. You pick it up from Five? Sounds like him, though it’s a little crude.”

“Do you get off on making a random strangers life hell?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at him indignantly.

Klaus stepped beside you and bumped his shoulder with yours. Smirking as he bent his face lower to your level, he groaned out, “come on, you had to find it a little funny. That woman probably isn’t a saint herself. Seen plenty of grannies reading Fifty Shades of Grey on the bus. Think she’d want to give it a go with me?”

Okay. It was a little funny.

Taking your silence and the slight upturn of your mouth as a win, he poked your arm as if the last attempt to coax you out of grumpiness. You let out a small laugh. “Fine, whatever,” you conceded, “It was a little funny. But seriously, don’t do it again. She’s tried to get me to go to her church so many times that I think next time she’ll just knock me out and drag me there in her car.”

Chuckling back, he sprang into action as he began walking down the street, calling back, “come on, let’s go get that ice cream.”

“I can’t believe you,” you muttered, pulling the vibrantly pink sunglasses down off your head to cover your eyes, despite being inside.

Klaus turned to glance through his matching pair.

“What? I told you. It will present us as a united front.”

“Not the glasses,” you said, taking another lick of the ice cream. You know, the ice cream that you paid for despite him saying it was his treat? Yeah. At this point, you were just ashamed that you had even believed him. And to trick you with the promise of ice cream, of all things! He was truly and most undoubtedly heinous. “When you say you’re going to treat someone to ice cream, typically that means you’ll pay for it, not just order mine and one for yourself, then look me dead in the eye to tell me to pay the man.”

“Did I not hand it to you? I treated you. It's not my fault you thought I had money.”

Wow. He truly would have thrived in high school debate. How disappointing he was raised to be a freakin’ con man instead.

“You know what? The glasses I was fine paying for. They’re cool. But to make me buy you ice cream, taking back an unspoken contract? Despicable.”

You couldn’t tell if the offended look on Klaus’s face was real or a weak attempt to hide the pleasure you knew he was truly taking from this mindless argument.

“Unspoken contract!” He snorted, exiting the elevator on one of the higher levels of an apartment complex way nicer than your own. “Why are we even having this conversation? We both have ice cream, do we not? I call that a win-win.”

“That’s because you're stupid,” you jeered back, reaching over to take a bite of his ice cream like a passive-aggressive child. He gasped in what seemed like true horror. “Hey, you have your own!” Klaus whined, lifting his ice cream high up like that would actually stop you. You gave him a cheery grin—downright innocent. “I bought it. Both are mine.”

Klaus stopped in front of one of the apartment doors, not even bothering to knock as he swung the door open and entered inside. You followed behind him.

“Honey, I’m home!” He called out, then turned his attention back to you, swooping down to take a bite out of your ice cream in return. You gasped, recoiling back as if he had just tried to take your most precious possession. Man, now you knew how Gollum felt. “Not fair!” You laughed loudly, Klaus’s eyes crinkling as he returned the laughter in kind.  

Then the thunk of something planting itself in the wall right beside your ear had your laughter cutting off rather fast, and you dropped your ice cream too the nicely tiled floor in shock.

Oh, hell no.

“Diego, what did I say?” Echoed a baritone voice from around the corner. Turning your head slightly to stare directly down the hall, you lifted the sunglasses back on your head and made eye contact with one of the family, Diego. Luther soon followed into view and tugged him back.

Klaus muttered a small “uh oh,” beside you.

Peering from the corner of your eye at the knife he had just thrown at you, narrowly missing your head by a fraction of an inch, you turned your attention fully back to Number Two, squinting as you did.

“I am not a fucking steak!” You yelled at him, getting really tired the cutlery this family just kept throwing at you. So tired, in fact, that you ignored the man’s inquisitive look in favour of scrounging in your bag, pulling out your broken clock and throwing it with the intent to clock him on the head, no pun intended. Instead, it just bounced enthusiastically off his chest, falling to the floor and cracking its glass face.

Everything went quiet. Well, apart from the snort Klaus tried so hard to mask by covering his mouth with his hand.

“I don’t see any force field. I told you I don’t trust them,” Diego sneered to Luther, turning back around the corridor with a lasting, “we don’t need to involve anyone else.” You weren't necessarily going to dispute that, but man, he was a bitter boy.

Klaus leaned down close to your ear, whispering, “that was Diego. A ray of sunshine, isn’t he?”

Absolutely delightful.

Luther took that opportune moment to advance towards you too. While his disposition tried to read friendly, you knew underneath it all he was scrutinizing you just as much as the trigger-happy Diego had. Reaching out a gloved hand, you tried hard not to let his intimidating size spook you. When the fuck did he get that big?

“I’m Luther,” he introduced himself, as you shook his hand firmly but briefly.

“I know who you are,” you commented back, dropping his hand and taking a tiny step back. “Care to explain what’s going on?”

A look of confusion fell over his face. “Wait, no one told you?” Wow, the whole family was smart, weren’t they? “Klaus, you were supposed to tell her,” he sighed, turning towards his brother.

“Probably best he didn’t. He’s not the most reliable source for information,” came another voice, slightly higher pitched and overly familiar. Five moved to stand in front of you. “Nice to see you again. Was that a clock you threw?”

“Yes. Probably looks a little different from the Disney themed one you have beside your race car bed, so I understand your confusion.”

The only tell he had of his annoyance was the slightest tick at the corner of his eye. “Are you done and ready to talk like an adult now?”

“What, looking for practice? Can’t remember the last time I played house. Maybe kindergarten.” You were going to milk this as long as you could. It wasn’t just that you were trying to avoid whatever weird, nearly cult-like thing this had evolved into in your mind. It was also because you wanted to see just how much you could push the little tyke’s buttons until he snapped.

And then he snapped.

Giving a small huff, a knowing, almost winning look crossing his features. “And that was before your house burned down with you in it, right? If I recall correctly, that was when you were ten.”

This motherfucker. He knew. He knew everything.

Judging by the perplexed look on Luther’s face, and Klaus’s small exclamation of, “what?” it seemed that he was the only one who did. At that moment, it was the only thing stopping you from falling into a spiraling descent of panic and unbelievable ire.

This wasn’t worth it. No matter your curiosity, this was far from worth it.

Turning to Klaus, you bit out, “I think you need to set the kid down for his afternoon nap. He turns into the world’s biggest asshole when he’s tired,” and then swiftly moved to open the apartment door, slamming it behind you as you left without even saying goodbye.  

[jimlingss]

The Deli Diaries [6]

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 [Finale]

➜ Words: 1.8k

➜ Genres: Fluff & Cuteness, That good ol’ slow burn, Slice of Life

➜ Summary: Working at a grocery store deli is absolutely unbearable (and you’re also perfectly aware of how dramatic you are). But it seems like something, or rather, someone might make the job a bit more manageable.

➜ Warnings: Mundane-ness that might make you bored to death

➜ Notes: i swear the story is moving...just...very slowly.

Your job sucks.   But it’s starting to suck less, especially when the microwave reads 2:00pm.   Right on the mark, you come strolling to the other side of the deli where your kind manager is putting away some of the orders that arrived a few minutes ago. “Hey, Serri. Is it okay if I go on my lunch break now?”   The old lady frowns in concern. “You haven’t eaten lunch yet? Yes, yes! Go right ahead.”   “I’ll be back in half-an-hour then, in time to package the chicken.” You’re ripping off your gloves and she nods, urging you to not worry about it and to go eat and refuel yourself. On the way to grabbing your bag, you wash your hands and rip off your hairnet, adjusting your black cap in the tiny mirror above the sink, trying your best to clean yourself up.   You nabbed a hat from your insane supervisor, having requested she order one for a few weeks now. The constant reminders annoyed her but it’s the only reason you have it now. For one, it’s completely free so why not. And secondly, you could hide your greasy hair and actually tame it from the long day of work. Plus, in this way, you can look less horrible for a certain someone.   “Hey, produce boy.” You run into that certain someone on the way to the staff room and he has his own bag slung on his shoulder. His brunette hair is ruffled, red apron clean, black shirt and pants appearing like it’s been ironed.   “Hey, deli girl.” Jimin smiles, still amused with the little nickname you gave him.   “Are you going for lunch?” You push the backdoor open for him and he says ‘thank you’ as he enters.   Mischief twinkles in his eye and he downcasts his head trying to hide the way the corners of his lips are upright. But Jimin can’t help himself and he steals another glimpse of you. “I am.”   “What a coincidence.”   Or more like the two of you have been syncing up your breaks every other day now.   The job was actually pretty nice now that you had a friend to share your meals with. It’s not like you could hang out with Yuna in the breakroom considering only one person at a time was allowed to leave the deli area. Plus, you found Jimin’s company surprisingly nicer than your phone or any youtube video you could scrape up using the shitty wifi connection.   “What are the odds?” He laughs and then opens the door to the room for you. This time, you’re the one saying ‘thank you’ as you enter and he follows behind.   “I know, right?” You giggle and then move to pop open the microwave, throwing the stolen chicken-pot pie into it and hitting a minute to heat it up. In the meanwhile, Jimin pulls out two chairs and begins setting up, putting a few napkins down on the table not to make a mess and taking out his sandwich that he always cuts into two nowadays.   Luckily, there’s no one else in the staff room, only one person who exits the washroom and beelines out, down the stairs, returning back to their job before time runs out.   As the microwave whirrs, you move towards the wall of postings, scanning each of them and looking for your center’s number. “Are you thinking of switching?” Jimin asks in curiosity, moving to stand beside you. “Bakery? Or are you gonna transfer to another store?”   “Psh.” You move away when you can’t find anything of interest. “Why would I leave this store when it’s literally a ten minute walk from my house? If I had to take the bus, I swear I’d be late and fired on the first day.”   He laughs and the microwave dings, causing you to open it and grab two plastic spoons from the dispenser. “Plus, I don’t think bakery is hiring for another two years,” you mumble as an afterthought. “Unless someone dies, they’re not gonna train anyone here. Those ladies have been working there for a loooooong time.”   “I guess you and deli are gonna be together till death do you part,” he teases while taking a seat and you take yours adjacent to him. You grumble at the thought of the deli being in your foreseeing future and he smiles, cracking open his water bottle to take a sip.   “Oh. I actually have something.” Your eyes light up when you remember and you dig into your bag, pulling out a ziplock. “It’s honey ham.”   “Again?” Jimin laughs, grabbing a piece to eat. “I thought you hated hams.”   “Yeah...but I cut too much for a customer earlier, so I took it with me.”   “Aren’t you going to get fired?” He questions while you pick up the half of his sandwich and take a huge bite of it. In turn, he grabs the spoon and begins to eat the chicken pot pie that you took.   “Maybe.” You shrug, not really caring if you get fired. At the moment, you’re more preoccupied with enjoying this food, unable to stop taking massive bites of Jimin’s sandwich. “Y’know, I’m not a big fan of sandwiches but this is pretty good. Did you make it yourself?”   “Yeah.” Jimin smiles, a bit bashful over the compliment. “It’s not that hard. I just have to toast the bread for a minute and spread a teaspoon of butter. I also spread some mayo on the other slice and I cut a tomato, put in a bit of baloney and sometimes egg. There’s some cheese and lettuce, pickles too….”   He admits, he might’ve upped his sandwich game ever since you started sharing a half with him.   “God, that’s already ten steps too much for me.” You steal another bite, appreciating the flavour more and more. “But how do you get it so it isn’t melted and squished in your bag.”   “Oh, I put it in the produce cooler when I get here.”   “Dude…..you’re awesome.” You flash a huge thumbs up, wholly impressed with how seriously he takes your lunches together. “I like how you think ahead. Meanwhile, I’ve had the same pot pie for four days now. I’m so sick of it.”   Jimin takes another scoop of the pie. “Why do you keep getting it then?”   “Well, you like it, don’t you?”   You say it nonchalantly but it hits Jimin and he tries to repress a smile, though failing to do so. “It’s not bad, but I’m really fine with anything.”   “You’re too nice, produce boy.”   He really doubts that, especially when he’s sitting next to you. But he doesn’t say anything about it. “How was work so far? Any cute kids? Any rude customers?” He takes another bite and swallows it down. “Any grease you want me to help pour out?”   You grin. “None yet….of any of that. But you might need to help me pour out some grease later. I call holding the door.”   “Deal.”   Really, it’s a deal that sucks on his end. Yet, Jimin insists he can pour the whole bucket of the icky liquid into the dumpster every time your shifts overlap. You don’t understand why he offers so much help to you.   Maybe he’s just an extremely nice guy.   “How about you?” You motion your head over to him. “Any people asking you grocery questions?”   “Yes.” He giggles and you can’t help but smile. “Many. At this point, I think I’m better at navigating the grocery section than some of the grocery people. Did you know rice pudding is next to the butter section? Who knew.”   You laugh with him, amused with all the times people ask him where things are and he has to navigate them through the grocery aisles that he doesn’t even know himself. Earlier you caught a senior citizen grasping at his arm instead of her walker, trying to find some almond powder. He flashed you one look and that’s all it took for you to start giggling while the customer in front of you thought you were absolutely insane.   “What time are you off?” You ask, dusting your hands off after finishing the sandwich and some of the pot pie.   “Six. You?”   “Six too. We can walk home together,” you note while standing, heading over to the fridge and freezer to take a peek. “Hey, want some ice cream?”   “What?” He looks at your mischievous expression when you turn around. “Sure. But does that belong to anyone?”   “No name.” You smirk to yourself, glancing at the front of the open box where there’s an absence of black marker labelling ‘do not eat’. “No name means a free for all. What flavour?”   “Any.”   You grab two at random, shutting the freezer door before tossing it to him. Jimin catches it one hand like a pro, putting on a smug expression when it was really due to luck and reflexes. You plop down in your seat again, peeling the wrapper open and discarding it.   Jimin watches as you eat and he backs up. “Wait. Hold on. You bite your ice-cream?”   “And you don’t?” You twist up your face as if you’re offended that he does something different.   “No, you monster.” His tongue pokes out, rubbing all over his cold treat which makes you scrunch your nose up in distaste. “It hurts my teeth too much.”   “It’s gross to lick it.”   “It’s weird to bite it,” the produce boy counters and you scoff. “What flavour do you have?”   “Vanilla. You?”   “Chocolate.” Jimin’s brow eyes light up in curiosity and his pupils flicker over to the treat in your hand. You can read him like an open book, already knowing what he wants before he asks. “Can I try?”

“Don’t lick it,” you respond immediately like it’s a reflex. But instead of placating you, the boy grins, his eyes crinkling into half moons, plump lips spreading into his chubby cheeks. He takes your hand, curling his fingers over yours and he pulls it closer to him, moving your entire body towards his direction. “Don’t! Jimin! Actually!”   But like the little shit that he is, his tongue rakes up the entire side of your ice-cream. He licks it with a laugh and pulls away. “It’s good.”   You narrow your eyes at him before leaning over faster than he can react. You bite the top half of his ice-cream off completely, and he cries out as fifty percent of his treat is devoured. You laugh evilly before screaming. Your brain freezes, aching painfully and it makes him hysterical.   Jimin folds in half, wheezing, as he watches you clutch your head in your other palm, gasping for air and yelling about how cold it is. Still, it was worth getting your revenge.

[thisuserlovesyou]

Title: Stranger Things 4: Embrace for Impact.

Summary: Nothing ever really ends, does it? They all thought it was over when the Byers moved away, but now they're back in Hawkins for the Winter holidays. Things have changed, and others are back. {Kind of my take on a season 4}

Notes: I posted the beginning of this fic on Ao3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/19771228) but I decided to post it here so I hope you enjoy!

Chapter: 1/?

Warnings: No warning applies (except for ST spoilers but duh).

Chapter 1: Hawkins, Indiana: Welcome back!

Jonathan Byers, behind the wheel, sang his heart out to Walk of Life by the Dire Straits, his mother Joyce laughing beside him as she joined the singing. They had been lucky, the road was clear and although slightly wet, not snowy. That was the risk of travelling around Christmas for the holidays in Indiana. As they were planning the trip, they could only hope that the road would be clear. And it was. But Joyce wasn’t sure whether it was such a good thing that Hawkins appeared so eager to welcome them back.

Head against the cold window, her messy, curly hair sticking to the glass, Eleven listened to her own music on her new walkman. It was not that long of a trip but the idea of seeing Mike again for the first time in the flesh since Thanksgiving made the distance insufferable. She kept her eyes peeled for a sign of the talkie-walkie entering within range of Mike’s, but he had explained that it wouldn’t be before they were really close. He couldn’t miss the last day of school to use Cerebro, his mum would have had him grounded and that was most definitely the last thing he wanted right now. So, patience was the key. She straightened her colourful dress as she crossed her legs. Spending the first few months at a school had been some of the weirdest moments of her life, and that was saying something. But before she could tell her old friends, she had to content herself with music and the dying colours of Midwestern winter.

“Chris! No cheating!” Will said, shocked.

Next to her, Will, who forgot to call dibs on the side seats, ended up squished between El and his new friend, Christopher. His parents had accepted to let him spend the holidays with the Byers, not unhappy to be able to spend it on their own. Although, they made it clear that he could just take a bus if something went wrong or if he just wanted to come back. He had the money in his bag, but Chris definitely didn’t think he would come back before he had to. After all, he finally got to see Hawkins, meet “the Party” that Will had been talking so much about.

“I’m not cheatin’! You’re just bad at this game.” He laughed, putting down another card.

“Warning, turn,” Jonathan said, as the two boys put their hands on the display of play cards on the limited space of the travel tray, exchanging an amused look.

Soon enough, after quite a few songs, games and turns, they passed the sign welcoming them to Hawkins. For Chris, it was just a town sign like any other, just slightly more familiar maybe, given all of Will’s stories. But for all the others, being welcomed back to a town they had spent most, if not all their lives in was bizarre, to say the least.

The idea of the trip and the trip had brought the excitement to see all their friends and their old town, and they had mostly tried to avoid thinking about the rest of Hawkins’ implication in their lives. The monsters, the bad guys, the lab, the horror and the pain, the fear, Hopper, Billy and well… nothing really nice. It’s why they left in the first place, and it’s the reason they dreaded to come back. Will had been trying to convince himself that all of that was behind them, forever. Didn’t El losing her power meant that the contact was broken? Hopefully permanently? He hadn’t felt anything on the back of his neck since they closed the gate. Everything pointed to that story being just that, a story.

Yet, that’s what they all thought until Halloween a year prior. And last summer. From where he was standing, he could see El’s scar on her leg. He knew it didn’t hurt anymore, the memory of it did. They often talked about it. About how she still had so many nightmares. About the mushy sound of the Mind Flayer, she still thought she heard sometimes. About being dragged around by its bloody claws. About seeing Billy standing there, sacrificing himself while she was on the ground, unable to do anything. He knows this is what made her pick up karate; so that she didn’t have to be so powerless ever again. Will also shared his own nightmares, that sometimes felt too real. Or when he would wake up, unable to move, his room covered in the same green goo that made up the Upside Down, and sometimes a Demogorgon standing in the corner, ready to attack.

“Earth to Will, do you copy?” Chris asked, giggling at Will’s absent expression.

“Yeah, sorry.”

Maybe one day, Christopher could understand what linked that family, what shared trauma they didn’t want to talk about. After a few months, of course, he couldn’t hope to know everything, but it was sometimes uncomfortable to guess the awkwardness and to stand in the middle of unspoken words. Maybe one day, he told himself. Maybe.

Will finished putting the game back in its box just in time as they parked near one of the local hotels. To be fair, they might not spend a lot of time at the hotel, especially the kids and Jonathan. But Joyce needed a place to be, and she couldn’t think of any place they could stay at.

She almost didn’t come.

She didn’t have any reason to, no one to see, unlike the others. But she hated the idea of being so far away from her boys. Trusting Hawkins to take care of them was too much to ask. She didn’t want to have to drive for several hours in case something bad or weird happened again. And, of course, she acted as some kind insurance for Chris’parents. They couldn’t just leave their son with a 17-year-old they barely knew. Moreover, who wants to spend Christmas alone? Not Joyce. Her boys wouldn’t have let her do that anyway. She barely had the time to sit down on her bed that all the others were gone.

As per usual, the meeting was to take place at the Wheelers' place. It would be nice for all of them to see this familiar place after having to adapt to a totally new one. El even ended up going to school if you can believe it. She barely could, after having to spend so much time either locked up in a lab or in hiding. Things clearly had changed, and it was time to figure out just how much.

[its-abroad-world]

Adventure #1 - May 30/31/June 1&2: LA, Heathrow, Copenhagen, and The Regal Princess: The Start of a Journey

When you travel as much as my family does, you get really good at it; squishing everything you can into your luggage, the long travel times, sleep deprivation, time zone changes, jet lag.

For as long as I can remember, my family has taken a trip every summer. We started off with road trips around America and then later moved on to trips to other countries. Since then, we have been to almost all 50 states and over 20 countries in North America, Europe, and Asia. My mum decided to take a cruise on the Baltic Seas and then take a road trip around Germany after the cruise. We figured out a long time ago that cruising is the best way to travel because you’re essentially living on a floating hotel with gourmet food and turndown service; the next morning, you’re in a new destination; if you do it right, you really get your money’s worth!

On May 30, we began our day hurriedly packing and repacking our luggage. The week leading up to the trip, we had family visiting from the Philippines and were too busy taking her out to focus on packing. I do not recommend this; you’ll forget to bring a lot of things. This trip was the first trip that we were extremely underprepared for and we were mostly winging our itinerary.

May 30, packing up the car to head to the airport

Growing up with parents that felt the need to have a big family vacation at least once a year means that I have grown to love (and hate) traveling. For example, I love having the opportunity to experience a new country and culture, but I hate the flight that you have to take to get to that country; in this case, we were flying from LAX to London Heathrow to Copenhagen. We’re quite used to flying long flights so a 10-hour flight was nothing: my parents fell asleep almost as soon as we were seated on the plane, and my sister and I spent the whole flight watching movies and drifting in and out of sleep. Through years of experience, I’ve found that on a flight with a stopover, you should sleep on the first flight and not on the second if you are arriving in the morning; you won’t be super jetlagged.

Before we left for the trip, we were booking all of our hotels and AirBnBs, only to find that the Danish Kroner was much bigger than the US dollar and would cost us $300 for one night at the cheapest hotel. In frugal Asian speak, this means that you spend the night at the airport after about 24 hours of traveling -- it’s kind of the worst feeling. We arrived at 11 pm but could not check in to board the ship until 10 am, so we spent the night tossing and turning on unforgivingly hard airport chairs, unable to actually stay fully awake or get any actual sleep.

June 1 At about 6 AM, feeling too cooped and restless just staying in the airport, we bought bus tickets and headed out with high expectations and excitement for Copenhagen. It was one of the cities that we had wanted to go for a long time; suffice to say, it did not live up to our expectations. Just walking out of the airport, the city smelled awful; it seemed to be garbage day (of course) and it looked as if the city had spent the night partying and littering in the streets. We took the bus to the main train station where we used these traveler’s lockers beneath the main terminal of the station to store our suitcases. Priced at about $11, it was very helpful to have somewhere to store large suitcases while roaming the city. While walking down the street to find breakfast, we noticed that there were still clubs open at 6 am and drunk people were stumbling out and finishing their beers on the sidewalk; it was definitely unlike anything we have seen in Europe. The only food store that we found that was open was McDonald’s which was a treat to us because for some reason American fast food always seems to be better in other countries; McDonald’s in Denmark did not disappoint.

June 1, our first taste of Denmark

We finished eating around 7:30 AM and spent the rest of the morning walking through the city, exploring whatever places were free and open, which meant we mostly looked at the outsides of buildings. We got to see the Christiansborg Palace, where Denmark’s Supreme Court, The Prime Minister’s office, and the Danish Parliament are all held. While we were walking through the palace grounds, we happened upon the gardens in front of the library and all of the flowers were in full bloom. So pretty!! None of us were really paying attention to the buildings around even though we fully should have because at that point, we had been awake for more than 24 hours and were starting to feel a little under the weather. We all gave up trying to see more of the city and headed back to the train station to just sit and rest until we could begin making our way to the cruise ship.

It took some figuring out but we were able to figure out the public transportation to get to the cruise terminal. The process of going through security and checking in was fairly quick. While we were checking in, the cruise personnel informed us that our room had been upgraded to a family suite with a balcony at the front of the ship on the 15th (Lido Deck) floor. As soon as we got to the room, we all took naps, really starting to feel a cold coming on; we slept through lunch and the beginning of the festivities of the launch party. We had a quick dinner at the buffet and went to sleep right after.

View from our stateroom balcony

June 2 The next day, June 2, sea-day #1, we spent resting in bed. Three out of the four of us were sick with a cough and cold and all four of us were extremely jetlagged. It was nice to get some rest and relaxation in and we spent most of the day resting in bed or roaming around the ship to see what activities were going on.

After taking a look at the cruise’s itinerary for the day, we realized that Captain’s Night, a formal night where the captain and his crew are introduced to the guests of the ship at a big party, was that night. This was a bit strange because on previous cruises that we had been on, Captain’s Night was always in the middle of the cruise. This cruise was a little different because not everyone on the ship had the same embarkation and disembarkation dates. While it was strange to us, we got ready quickly and headed downstairs to where the party was; my dad opted to stay in bed and order room service. We took pictures at the professional booths, then had dinner in the formal dining. Most of the night was just such a blur because we were all a little seasick, jetlagged, and on cold medicine. We ate a three-course meal as quickly as possible and headed straight to the room to sleep right after.