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Two sided coin

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How dare you

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14 Kidd x Penny? 👉👈

Number 14 - Kidd and Penny - "Hey, I'm with you? Always."

Penny anxiously tapped her fingers on the desk, the robotic movement continuing through her hands. She knew someone was going to her locker, someone was going to find the things she kept hidden. No, mommy wouldn't like that. Penny started to head towards the door, until the new brunette kid, Kidd, walked through the door.

His face filled with panic as he nervously ushered her away from the door and back to her desk. Penny turned to look at him, her voice fading back into her robotic tone. "Something's wrong, I think someone is trying to break into my locker."

"We're getting the gear, remember?" Kidd comforted, trying to appear as if he had no ill intentions. Penny still felt a surge of panic run through her as he said that.

"What!? No, you can't go through my locker! I need to protect mysel- I mean, my stuff!" Penny turned to look at the door before feeling a hand grab at her arm.

"Why- Why don't you play with your doll?" Kidd handed her the blonde doll, it had pigtails and a pink dress. It seemed almost eerily similar to Cindy, but Kidd had already brushed that past as a coincidence and Penny hadn't noticed.

"My dolly..? Yes. My dolly. When things were better. When times were simpler. I will go play with my dolly." Penny smiled, clutching the doll to her chest. Kidd felt a twinge of guilt string at his heart as he watched the poor girl swoon over the small doll.

"Good idea.." Kidd mumbled under his breath, looking at the door then back at the girl. "Hey, Penny?" Penny turned around again, still holding the doll to her heart.

"I'm with you? Always." Kidd smiled, nervously patting her on the shoulder.

"Thank you," Penny hugged him, making Kidd's heart go into all shades of red. The way Penny made him feel warm was weird. He never felt like that for Cindy or any other girl, so why Penny? "You're a good friend."

"...Mhm." Kidd knew deep down he wasn't a good friend. Especially after what he had to do after Buggs and Carla got the gear.

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"I'm here with you. Always." Was all Kidd could mutter as he watched the green and red goop fall to the ground.

[conretewings]

"Love Song"

-Vander x OC. Angst and romantic fluff.

-When Vander finally decides to visit Rosemary at the club she's performing at, he'll find out much more than he ever expected to.

Rosemary peeked through a slit in the worn velvet curtains at the back of the stage, absentmindedly spinning the glass sapphire ring on her index finger to calm her nerves. There was quite the crowd tonight; normally this particular club wasn't this packed even on a Saturday, but apparently her growing popularity had pulled in more patrons than usual, something the owner was, of course, pleased as punch about.

She scanned the room, seeing a bunch of the usual suspects and a slew of new faces, most looking like they were already a drink or so in. Classy and expensive as this establishment was with it's heavy wood tables, thick, patterned tablecloths, plush-backed chairs and beautiful decor, the crowd's more inebriated behavior tended to, ironically, vary little from the dilapidated places down in the Undercity.

Biting her inner lip, mindful of the crimson lipstick painting them, she searched in the sea of well-groomed faces for one in particular, one less so but leagues more handsome. She had hoped many a time to see that face during one of her performances, but sadly, so far he'd yet to appear...

-"Please Van! It'd be great to see ya in the audience sometime!"

"So I can stick out like a sore thumb? Sorry love those fancy places ya sing at aren't for me..."

It was about a week prior, and she'd invited Vander out for a beer after her family's shop had closed and he'd finished his shift in the mines. In time their conversation turned to her budding singing career, and eventually to the stalemate they'd found themselves at; her persistent invitation for him to come see her, and his reluctance to do so.

Rosemary blew out an annoyed breath and took a long gulp of her beer before swiveling on her barstool to rest an elbow on the counter and poke at his arm, "Know what I think? I think you're afraid you'll actually enjoy yourself, 'n then you'd hafta admit it's not all bad!"

"And I think you're already drunk." he quipped dryly.

"Coward."

"Lil' pest."

Switching tactics, she turned her brows downward and poked out her lip, doing her best pleading expression, "I'm singin' at the Owl Club just over the bridge on Friday. It'd really mean a lot to have my mate's support!"

He lit a cigarette and after silently offering her a puff, blew several thoughtful wisps into the air, "And I can support ya without havin' everyone starin' at me and makin' remarks about the trencher trash," his expression darkened and voice dropped to a low growl, "Topsiders will always think they're better than us, that they're above us both literally and otherwise...sometimes I dunno how you can stomach it."

She fell quiet, turning away to face the chipped and stained mirror behind the bar. In it she saw duel reflections of them; one more clear, one murky and cracked. She sipped some more of her drink and in her inebriated mind swirled a melancholy thought as she mused, as she sometimes did, which one reflected the future?

At length she sighed lowly and murmured, "A'right. I respect that. I won't bug ya anymore 'bout it."

He glanced sideways at her, seeing the sadness and loneliness behind her bright hazel eyes despite her efforts to hide it and felt a traitorous stab of guilt. Dammit all. He didn't want to give those pompous fucks the satisfaction of mocking him, but he also hated to see her of all people like this. Maybe...

Mirroring her, he sighed and rubbed his temples, only smearing the dust around more and shifted to face her, "Tell ya what. I'll...consider it. Maybe some time if I'm not too busy. Just don't hold your breath."

"W-wait really?" Rosemary blinked in disbelief, then broke into a radiant smile, the one that made his heart skip and warmth bubble up in his chest.

Hoping she couldn't see that warmth beginning to paint his cheeks he scoffed with a smirk, "If I didn't give in ya were just gonna keep buggin' me."

That damned smile of his, that crinkled the corners of his eyes and sent tiny lightning bolts zipping throughout her body rendered her momentarily stupefied-although the ale wasn't helping-before she felt her face warm and retorted, "I said I would drop it! But...thank you."

"Sure ya would." he teased.

"Asshole! You're lucky you're so damn handsome!"

Vander winked, "And you're lucky to have me."

She began to toss another sarcastic remark at him when she froze, cursing silently as she felt the heat flush her cheeks deeper and was unable to tear her eyes from his. Oh, she'd like to have him all right. In several ways. Before she could stop the words rolling off her tongue they were out.

"Do I...?"

His eyebrows knitted as he briefly pondered her words and how to reply; he still wasn't completely certain of how she saw him, saw them, the subject being so difficult to broach they avoided it with banter and booze, the irony being the longer they stuck their heads in the sand the more they felt suffocated by the tension.

Clearing his throat, Vander tapped his fingers on the counter and carefully asked, "When we uh, gonna talk 'bout last week...?"

Rosemary swallowed audibly, knowing exactly to what he was referring; the night at Iron Bear when their game of flirting and wits had taken a much more serious and unquestionable turn, when she'd purred downright raunchy suggestions in his ear unlike anything they'd said to each other prior, throwing their relationship into question. He'd taken off, not sure how to process it and they'd awkwardly avoided the topic since.

"Oh-oh. Right. Thaaaat..." she coughed, nervously kicking her feet and glancing everywhere but at him directly. She hadn't expected him to be the one to break the ice but here they were. "Well...I guess I-"

"Vander?! There you are I been lookin' for you!"

Abruptly, Benzo appeared and rushed over, looking gravely serious. He gave her a quick nod of greeting and apology and Rosemary, both irritated at the interruption of their important discussion, yet admittedly slightly relieved, leaned to peer around his large frame, only able to catch bits of their conversation despite her closeness. After a few moments Vander stood and snatched up his jacket, his expression of barely controlled rage and exasperation sending goosebumps of a different kind up her back.

He glanced at her, a shadow of guilt crossing his face, "Sorry Rosie, some bad business at the docks...I have to go. We'll catch up later."

She didn't have time to reply beyond an acknowledgement and a quick wish for his safety before the group was gone.

-Rosemary exhaled wearily, gripping the plush curtain; such was the price of starting a black market empire. She hadn't seen him since, though according to Benzo he was fine. Still she wondered when they'd cross paths again and what that conversation might entail.

"Miss? Miss Rosemary?" came an uncertain voice, snapping her focus back to the present.

She turned to see a young man with a clipboard and the tell-tale patchy acne of unfortunate teens, his suit a size too large and standing with as much confidence as could be mustered. He cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, "I'm sorry-I don't want to rush you b-but you're up in two minutes. Oh! And...um, you look really beautiful today!"

"Thank you Charlie," she smiled, reaching to adjust his slightly crooked tie and he chuckled out a nervous 'thanks', "You're always so kind. Hold onto that yeah? And don't worry I'll be ready."

"Cool, cool, good. Okay! I'll let Abe know," he whirled away but then turned back as he awkwardly walked sideways off the backstage, "Good luck!"

She gave him a little wave with another smile before turning back and after one last vainly hopeful and ultimately fruitless peek, smoothed her cream-colored, ankle length dress and drew several deep, restorative breaths, getting herself into the right mindset. It was time to let Rosemary, the mechanic's daughter and rebellious Undercity youth, take a break to allow her alter ego to shine through the rust and grease.

She heard the chatter drop off with Abe, the club owner's, heavy footfalls crossing the stage and calling for attention.

"Good ladies and gents!" he boomed, all smiles and arms outstretched, "I trust you've been having a splendid time. We at the Owl Club aim to please with the finest spirits, dishes and entertainment. Speaking of, I do believe it's time for our star act this evening, the reason, I suspect, at least some of you fine people came."

Rosemary prepped herself, drawing a few more calming breaths and quietly singing a few last-minute warmup scales as Abe continued to work the crowd and build excitement.

Neither he nor anyone noticed the figure that slipped into the room, taking an inconspicuous spot in the back and partially behind a fake vine-festooned column.

"-May I present, the lovely, the talented, the nightingale of the mines, the beautiful blossom that grows even in darkness, the one and only-!"

Flawlessly on cue, Rosemary dramatically flung the curtains aside and swaggered onto the stage, the lights making her gown shimmer and smiled broadly, waving to the crowd.

"Lady Rose!"

There was an outburst of applause and cheers mingled with occasional whistle or cheesy 'howl'. Laughing, Rosemary took up the microphone at center stage and struck a pose.

"Hello boys and gals," she all but purred, then continued with a coy grin, "So wonderful to see you all! I do hope you're having a real...hoot tonight."

The audience laughed approvingly at her little pun, while she herself cringed inside; she loathed that stupid joke, but Abe always insisted she work it in, for 'branding' he had explained. She thought he was a dumbass but kept that to herself.

"I've got a nice little lineup of tunes I think you'll enjoy. First off is the classic and ever classy, 'Dont Leave Me Lonely'."

A record player just out of sight sparked to life, the sound quickly moving to a set of speakers behind the large potted plants on the stage's sides and Rosemary folded one hand over her heart, raising the microphone and swaying to the opening lyrics.

"Darling don't leave me lonely, don't leave me here tonight...come sit with me on this bed of stars and all will be alright..."

Rosemary had gone through almost her entire set, pausing between songs to breathe and entertain the audience with a witty quip or friendly, appropriately flirty banter, part of her enjoying the attention and the other remembering Vander's words;

'Topsiders will always think they're better than us, that they're above us both literally and otherwise...sometimes I dunno how you can stomach it...'

If he bothered to show up, he'd see that from her elevated vantage point she was now, ironically, the one above them. It was a thought she relished with more than a dab of petty glee...and a touch of bitterness. Pushing these melancholy thoughts and thoughts of him at all aside-she needed to focus-she went back to center stage.

"Now then, this will have to be my last song for the evening-" she paused to let them good-naturedly protest, smiling sadly, "I know, I know, but I'll be back! So, for this final piece..."

She trailed off, noticing for the first time the large figure in the back and instantly recognized those broad shoulders and intense eyes even from the half shadow he stood in and her heart soared; Vander had shown up at last and it was all she could do to stop herself from running to embrace him. Instead an idea crossed her mind and giddy from the happiness of seeing him, she composed herself and broke into a warm smile, clearing her throat.

"Actually...I was going to sing 'Beyond the Waters' however..." she grabbed a stool that had also been behind one of plants. With a flourish, she dragged it to front and center and gracefully perched herself on it, making direct eye contact with Vander, "I believe I'll do 'Fancy Seeing You..'."

-"You need my assistance with what now?"

Silco swiveled in his chair to gaze incredulously at Vander sprawled on the couch in their 'office', a spare room in the small bar they owned. The place was as much a blatant front for their black market dealings as it was a legitimate business, but the Enforcers had yet to catch on.

Vander sighed and removed his feet from the coffee table to stand and pace, "I...decided I'm gonna go see Rosie sing, but I can't go like this. They won't even let me in prob'ly. So uh," he rubbed the back of his neck, "Think ya can help me spiff up a bit?"

Eyebrow crooked, a small smile tugged at one corner of Silco's mouth as he casually flipped to another page, "I'm glad to see you're finally attending. Benzo and I did some time ago. What's taken you so long, I wonder?"

"Didn't wanna start nothin'."

A flash of suspicion crossed Silco's expression, "I very much doubt the man who beats up Enforcers on a semi-regular basis is concerned about decorum or reputation."

Vander paused in his pacing, hands thrust into his pockets. He couldn't bring himself to admit, to Silco or anyone, that part of the reason was he was afraid; afraid of seeing her all dolled up, shining like a star and losing what part of his heart didn't already belong to her. He wasn't sure how she felt, and didn't want to ruin their friendship if she didn't feel the same. But if he saw her, he knew it'd be over.

Instead he said, "You're right. I don't give two shits 'bout what they think of me. But even if I'm not a fan of the places or Pilties she's 'round...I can't ruin what she's worked for by startin' a fight. So, think ya can help me blend in?"

Satisfied seemingly by this, Silco dropped the sheaf of papers with a flourish and stood, walking up to Vander and circling him, hands clasped behind his back. Vander watched him curiously before coughing pointedly.

"Well...?"

"Of course I'll help. I'll get in touch with one of my contacts to provide you with a suitable wardrobe; should be only a couple of days. But first I need to see what I'm working with...and some work does need to be done."

"Fuck you." Vander smirked, and Silco shot him a sideways glance while clicking his tongue disapprovingly, "Language. That's tip number one. Tip number two.."

Silco reached up and flicked his fingers through Vander's thick, messy hair, "Proper clothing is important yes, but so is grooming. We'll start here..."

-When he'd entered the club, Vander felt painfully awkward and uncomfortable among the crowd, full well knowing he didn't belong despite the fashionable clothes and neatly combed hair. But, gazing up at Rosemary on that stage, joyful smile as bright as her gown shining under the twinkling lights, voice sweeter than honey and beautiful eyes fixed on him as if this was a private concert just for them, all that melted away and suddenly they were the only ones in the room.

"Fancy seeing you here, it's been too long...Fancy seeing you here, won't you stay a while?...."

Vander felt a hot tightness in his chest he didn't know a name for and all he could do was watch in awe as the woman who drank cheap beer with him, teased and gave him hell, would show up covered in engine oil and dirt had transformed into an angel complete with halo from the spotlight.

High from the adrenaline and feeling daring, Rosemary decided to crank things up a notch...and make her way to someone without seeming too suspicious. Sliding off the stool, without missing a beat of the song she swaggered down the short stairs off the stage and into the audience itself, pausing at various tables for a moment or two. The audience was abuzz, people leaning around each other to get a better glimpse and murmuring excitedly among themselves.

Vander was abruptly startled from his musings by someone bumping an elbow into him. Glancing to his right he saw a group of several people, faces flushed pink and drinks in their hands.

One short, balding man smirked drunkenly at him, "Ain't she something special? Beautiful. Talented. Man when I tell you I'd love to know what else she's good at..."

The others echoed his sentiments, one even making a squeezing gesture and the group chortled with booze-soaked glee.

Vander's jaw clenched and he quickly bit the inside of his cheek, hard, to stop himself from saying something rash, fists clenched white-knuckled; he had to keep his cover for her sake, and thus quelled his reactive instinct to beat the shit out of them. With horror he realized several others around them were sharing similar remarks, making his stomach turn.

What he couldn't hide was the flash of rage in his steel-blue eyes, because the man paled, "Oh...um..."

Vander, still fighting to keep his composure, all but growled, "I'm sure you would mate, but she ain't a toy."

He cursed silently, sure he'd blown his cover...before the man suddenly guffawed and clapped a hand on his shoulder, "I like your fire sir. Maybe you should be a bouncer for this place!"

He then removed his hand and staggered off with the rest of his inebriated posse, which was fortunate, because Vander was about to remove it for him...and perhaps from his arm entirely.

By this time, Rosemary had circled almost the whole room, singing 'directly' to random patrons and enjoying their sometimes flustered reactions-and then she was suddenly right in front of him.

And for a brief, frozen moment as they stared at each other, they were the only two souls in the world.

Heart hammering so loudly she was sure he could hear, she reached out to grasp the end of his tie, playing with the silken fabric as her wavering eyes dared to meet his and she raised the microphone to finish the song.

"Fancy seeing you here...and here it is...I love you...won't you stay forever?"

And with those words the fear he'd held came to pass as she stole his breath and abruptly that tightness had a name. He swallowed thickly, stunned and uncertain; it was just the lyrics, wasn't it? She didn't actually just...?

Silently mouthing 'thank you', she spun on her heel before her face gave away her feelings and made her way back to the stage, waving politely to the cheering and whistling crowd. Unable to stand it and mind whirling, Vander also turned quickly and strode out, ignoring the scattered chuckles behind him with gritted teeth and shoved open a back door to a side alley.

Twirling back around, Rosemary's face fell; where did he go? She had to compose herself swiftly though, and blowing kisses to the audience, thanked them and bade them goodnight before exiting as soon and discreetly as possible. She barreled past Abe in the side hall, who was already in the middle of a rambling speech both praising and admonishing her little 'stunt'.

"I don't know what you were thinking young lady but maybe you can try that-"

"Thanks-Abe-sorry-be-back-!"

Meanwhile in the alley, a faint drizzle had begun, scattering drops on the cobblestone. Pacing, breath rapid, Vander hiccuped out a cross between a sob and a snarl and not sure how to process the hurricane of emotion inside, swung a fist into the brick wall, scraping his knuckles raw. He let it sit there, the throbbing pain giving him something else to focus on-

"Van?!"

He paused, glancing toward the exclamation of his nickname to see her standing there, concern painting her beautiful features. Letting his fist fall limpy to his side, it left a bloody streak on the orange brick, the pain doing it's job as he snorted out a breath and, as he always did, resorted to covering his emotions with a familiar veneer of anger.

"How can ya fuckin' stand them, Rosie? Ya know what they say about you, what they think of ya?!"

Rosemary started to reply but paused, seeing that she had to choose her words carefully; the furrow of his brow and wound tension of his shoulders gave away how the storm raged under the surface.

"...Of course I do, Van," she responded calmly, "I'm not that naive. But ya know how much coin I rake in per night?"

He barked out a bitter laugh, the words pouring out as his deep voice echoed loudly off the walls, "I know I know but-you're nothin' but a toy to them! They don't respect what ya do! Hell they don't respect ya at all! They don't really care about ya! They'll never know you, never love you like we do like I do-"

He trailed off, the silence that refilled the space deafening as her mouth hung open. Her heart raced anew, hope beginning to seep into it like the raindrops in her hair as she'd never dared to feel before.

"Did you...?" she managed, and he exhaled in frustration, then realizing he'd already blown it-in for a penny in for a pound right?-he blurted the thing that kept repeating in his head, the thing that would make or break what they had but he could no longer ignore.

"Was that just the song talkin' or was that you too?!"

There it was; the flash of hope and uncertainty mirroring her own touching his expression and despite the seriousness of the situation, her happiness bubbled up, resulting in a nervous, soft laugh.

"I'm glad one of us finds this funny." he sourly grumbled, running a hand through his hair and purposely messing it up.

"No! Vander-" she clutched her dress with a shaky breath and lowered her voice, as if she'd scare him away if she spoke a fraction too loud, "I'm just...why do you think I chose that song?"

The realization sinking in, his expression softened as he met her gaze again, her hazel eyes seeming to desperately try and convey what words adequately could not.

His own voice carefully measured yet a shade brighter he asked, "So you really...?"

"Yeah...I do!"

"Ya sure?"

"Pretty damn sure but figure it out big guy."

"...Lil' pest."

"...Coward."

They laughed then, some of the tension alleviated as Rosemary rubbed her arms, beginning to feel a tad chilled from the misty rain. Noting this, Vander approached and removed his vest, draping it over her shoulders.

"Thanks," she smiled almost shyly, then her attention turned abruptly to his bloodied, scraped hand. Instantly her demeanor switched back to her 'normal' self with a huff.

Grabbing his hand she rolled her eyes, "How many times I gotta tell ya?! Keep this up and you'll get a nasty infection-again! I swear-!"

Reaching down she tore a strip of her dress's underlayer off. Winding the soft fabric around his injuries she continued to mutter and scold him, as if he were a reckless child and not a fully grown man nearly a foot taller than herself. He protested and grumbled, insisting he was fine and she didn't need to make such a fuss.

"For fuck's sake yer bein' ridiculous I've gotten hurt worse 'n this."

Glaring at him she worked to cinch the makeshift bandage tight, "Deal with it."

"Look I'm not a kid ya don't gotta-"

"-then quit whining and let me-"

"Hey! Ow! Dammit Rosie-!"

"It's yer own fault ya-"

Abruptly, amidst their squabbling their eyes locked and silence fell again...and then the dam burst at last.

Without thinking about it too hard, or indeed at all, before any doubts or stray imagined barriers could resurface their arms were around each other, lips pressed together and for just a brief, blissful second, nothing else existed.

Rosemary tangled her fingers in his thick tresses, so intoxicated by the sensation and taste of him she barely registered when he literally swept her off her feet, lifting her so he didn't have to bend down as much.

Vander's head was spinning, his heart pounded anew, scarcely believing this was really happening and not one of the many daydreams he'd dared to spin about this moment; no, there it was, her soft mouth molded to his and her scent filling his lungs, a divine perfume so far a cry from the filthy air of the Undercity he imagined this was the smell of heaven.

Eventually they disentangled themselves enough to pause and attempt to take stock of the situation and their new-found status. Rosemary coughed and brushed some stray hairs that had come undone back into place.

"Well..." she began, "Where does this leave us?"

Vander smirked, and she crooked an eyebrow as he slid one arm around her, "I uh, think it's safe to say we're a lil' more than friends. Definitely probably a couple. Maybe besides that we can...figure it out as we go?"

"Yeah...I like that," she nodded with another rare, sweetly shy smile, the kind that sent sparks up his spine all over again, then her expression abruptly turned downright devious, "And I have a brilliant idea for a first date..."

-Abe was on his usual rounds, making sure everything in the club was closed, locked, or otherwise buttoned up for the night. Seeing that everything was seemingly in it's rightful place he made one final lap back past a couple offices and storerooms-when he spotted one door slightly ajar.

Muttering, he closed it fully and turned the key in the lock, walking away with a yawn...never noticing all the missing items or small bags of coins.

Meanwhile, Vander and Rosemary dashed through the streets and alleys, laughing gleefully and pausing occasionally for another victory smooch, the coins in their pockets shining as brightly as their spirits.

[mofffun]

Rita's eye

Is it blind?

Is it a prosthetic?

Does it have special powers?

Affirmation of any one does not contradict or support another, so you have eight combinations for the truth. and I've avoided the starting condition of whether it is congenital, an accident, or deliberately modified; and when��that happened to them (probably a situation Ishabana can't get involved huh)

what we know:

rita habitually covers their right eye with bangs:

-> since at least 10 years old (16)

-> pulls bangs back down after it got blown in the wind (movie)

-> instinctively covers right eye waking up in Yanma's body (28)

rita shows their right eye when the fight is about to "get serious" (5, 16, 27)

rita hid the left eye when scared of the dark (26)

prod. notes refers to rita having "(a) single eye" instead of odd eye/heterochromia (16)

[mariposiel]

tw flashing images, implied death

please for the love of god reblog this, it took me 3 days

[jadevalentine-writes]

Living in Sin, Chapter 3 Progress Report: >2200 words

[pygmi-says-hi]

writing tips - sick/poisoning fics

so since you guys ate up the injury thing like holy fuck 1.5k notes in 24 hours??? hello?? I thought I'd do a semi-related one about sickness.

disclaimer because you guys thoroughly reminded me of this: medicine is fucking weird and everybody reacts differently. this is blanket statement information, not the mayo clinic. idc that 'oh my cousin had that disease and he didn't have that symptom' okay whatever like sorry but that's not the point of this post. this is just to eliminate egregious mistakes. I'm not looking into every possible way this illness will show up. chill your tits. the comments on the last post were just like. dude. chill.

aurkay so.

poison-related illness.

okay poisoning is such a cool concept and there are literally so many cool effects it can have. Idk why everyone goes with the holy trinity of hallucinations, fainting and nausea. like yeah those are good but there are so many other things???

like internal bleeding. literally the best. I love it. It's slow but hella deadly and sometimes people can't even feel it/don't know what's happening. that's such a great option for whump or some angst. like they didn't know until it was too late. gold.

also - some poisons are not dissolvable in food or drink. Like certain medicines, they lose effectiveness if digested instead of injected intravenously. obviously you don't have to know that but if you wanna get into it, do a lil bit of research. could bring up some intriguing scenarios.

infection or sepsis

yoooo. sepsis is lowkey terrifying. infections are similar to actual illness but are caused because of an unsanitary wound. lots of interesting symptoms to browse here:

fever, cramps, fainting, hallucinations, dehydration, delirium, nausea, sores, sepsis, organ failure and on and on and on.

infection happens so fast too. like forget to change a bandage once and boom it could be infected. (is that a whump opportunity I hear...?)

sepsis is like the point of no return pretty much. Unless you've got crazy medical technology, sepsis is really really bad. basically, it's when the body overreacts and starts to damage its own tissue. leading to organ failure and then eventually death. spooky.

regular illness

this just means like a virus or something. a key point of viruses is an elevated temperature and dehydration; the body's primary responses. burn the bug out and dehydrate it.

depending on the illness, symptoms will vary. respiratory infections or viruses involve congestion, coughing, sore throats, a rattly breathing sound, and productive coughing (phlegm and mucus). Stomach illnesses include cramps, nausea, dehydration, dizziness, low blood sugar, weight loss, and diarrhea. these can overlap but mostly those are the groupings.

with fevers come achy joints and sensitive skin. fever is inflammation, like mild swelling everywhere because of how intense the antibody reaction is.

dehydration sets in really quick. really bad dehydration induces dizziness, nausea, diarrhea, delirium, lethargy, and fainting. great motivation for a whumper to possibly restrict whumpee's water intake...?

just some prompts! kinda low energy today sorry I haven't been posting, xox

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[hauntedxchris]

Beach baby (part 1)

chrissturniolo!x fem!youtuber

summary: you fall inlove with a youtuber, your a girl and get alot of hate because of it but chris makes it better <3

fluff /angst / possible smut in other parts!! <33

"who's my celebrity crush? oh i love this question! chris sturniolo, like from the sturniolo triplets? he's pretty cute." you say on your stream, hoping it wouldn't affect the fandom of her and the triplets.

"uhh no we've never met, i'm just a small youtuber and started like a year ago. i do know tara yummy as you all know, i was in the trap house before we all split. i know she and nick are texting back and forth!" you say as the comments go crazyyy.

"oh i gotta go y'all, have an amazing day and see you on wensday for the video" you kiss the camera and stop the stream.

as the day starts to end, you go on tiktok to see edits but what you didn't expect is ship edits with you and chris.

user: "oh my godd y/n and chris🤭"

user2:"they should meet already!!"

christophersturniolo: "who's the y/n everyone is stalking me about?"

user3: "CHRIS KNOWS WHO Y/N IS NOW!!"

matthew.sturniolo: "yall what's her ig?"

tarayummyy: "MY BSF AND CHRIS??"

nicolassturniolo: "YOOOO SHE'S SO PRETTY!!"

christophersturniolo started following itz.yn.

matthew.sturniolo started following itz.y/n

nicolassturniolo started following itz.yn

nicolassturniolo: are you the actuall y/n?? I've heard sm about you, i was in your stream last night!

itz.y/n: no way😭🙏🏻🙏🏻 i litteraly love you guys so much!! i didn't know you were in my stream last night?!

nicolassturniolo: we all were y/n! chris might've blushed when you talked about him🤭 but anyway, we should meet up sometime with tara!!

itz.y/n: first of all, yes. you me and tara should meet!! and two, CHRIS SAW ME TALKING ABOUT HIM????? couldn't care to comment😔

nicolassturniolo: we'll talk later we're about to film, me and tara are meeting up tomorrow at my house, come around!! *adress*

itz.y/n: see you then!!

the next day, you got ready for tara to pick you up. you and tara called last night since she knows about the crush on chris. you've known her for what, 7 years and you've always let her know if you like someone.

"BITCH IM HERE" tara yells from downstairs, you gave her an extra key to the house since she's always here.

"UPSTAIRS!!" you yell back.

"come onnnn we have to hang out with nickkkk, also chris and matt are gonna be there." she says as you choke on water.

"and nobody cared to tell me?" you say.

"uhhh well i don't care, you look hot by the way. LET'S. GO." she says and takes your hand to the car as you two drive to the triplets house.

not to forget, CHRIS IS THERE. the person you liked for over a year.

"y/n are you nervous?" tara teases you.

"tara shut up!! im about to meet fucking the sturniolo's? and chris!!!" you groan.

"whomp whomp, get over yourself. maybe he'll fall inlove with you aswell!" she laughs.

"i hate you so much tara." i smile

"i love you too hun!" she smiles back as she puts on silence between songs by madison beer.

"oh did you know madison and the triplets are friends?? you're one step closer to madison now!" i smile at tara.

"oh shit, nick is close with madison right?" she says.

"yesss she's such a sweetheart." i smile.

"okay get over your fangirling, we're here."

estrella speaks!!: MY FIRST EVER FANFICTION😭 you'll get more chapters don't you worry!! y/n and chris?🤭 i love youu

[maiko-coy]

yoooo! The au sounds lit! We need more angry Dogday.

Do you have more ideas about it? 👁️

Thank you, I'm glad you like it!!! I do have several ideas for the AU, especially around the plotline and a bit of the side drabbles.

Missed Chances AU is basically revolving around the smiling critters in the Playcare (however, its specifically focused on our dear Dogday and Catnap, of course), but I've separated it into three arcs. First arc is the pre-HOJ. This is more on to fill in the backstory of the critters and how they are trained to interact in the Playcare, as well as them finding their own independence and creating their own personalities. This won't be as long as the other two arcs but I do plan on doodling a few drabbles from this arc for fluff and character development. This arc builds up until the Hour of Joy event. Second arc is post-HOJ. This arc focuses more on the events after Hour of Joy and how the Critters survive through it. This arc specifically focuses on Dogday. There will be major angst here with almost zero-to-none comfort because I'm still closely following the canon events. So yes, Dogday will still end up how he is in the canon game. This arc builds up until the canon Chapter 3. Third arc is post-chapter 3. As y'all have seen in my previous post, this arc is where Player saves Dogday, Dogday being vengeful, and saving Catnap. I haven't thought most of this arc yet (considering that the chapters aren't done yet) but I have planned out at least how Dogday and Catnap interacts here, as well as Player, Kissy, and Poppy. Sorry people but I don't plan on making any ships in this AU, simply because I don't think they have the time to in this situation and that I have no idea how romance work LMAOAOAO but I dont mind if yall ship anyone, I'm just saying that I don't plan on drawing any lovey-doveys in here. I also plan on giving this AU two endings: True ending and Good ending, cuz I'm evil like that. Maybe I'll make non-canonical doodles of this au who knows

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Yoooo!! I don’t even have like… a big idea for this so sorry, butttt maybe just anything showcasing a nice domestic life with elijah? Fluff, angst, smut, anything you want!

Piano Lessons

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

You come home after a long day at work and Elijah helps you unwind with a song.

♡♡ Thanks for the request anon and the lovely @msveronicag for giving me the piano sex idea! ♡♡

2.4k words - Warnings: smuttt, Elijah playing the piano, oral sex, blowjobs, silly musical references, this was just an excuse for me to thirst over piano Elijah (the lighting, the white shirt, that face!!! so hot... its ridiculous)

You arrived home from work, rushing through the rain to get inside. The sound of it pattering against the windows as it was calming and the house was dark, save for the candles that were scattered around. For a moment you thought your husband was out, but then the sweet melody of the piano filled the air.

You made your way upstairs, leaning against the door frame as you watched Elijah. He was lost in the music, eyes closed and lips parted. He looked relaxed, his hair a little messed up, the top few buttons of his shirt undone and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Elijah was an excellent musician. He knew how to play practically every instrument there was, but he was especially good at the piano. Sometimes he'd write a song just for you, one that expressed his love and devotion to you. It was how he charmed you when you first met, performing at a bar you were drinking at with some friends.

When he noticed you in the doorway, he stopped. "I didn't know you were home."

"I just got back," you said, walking over to him and leaning down to kiss him. He smiled and tugged you down to his lap, kissing you softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as his hand went to rest on your back.

"I hope your day wasn't too terrible," he said, his thumb rubbing circles on the small of your back.

"It wasn't bad. Just a little stressful, I'm glad to be home." You kissed him again, then rested your head on his shoulder.

He went back to playing, just a soft and simple tune now, one he knew well enough to play with his eyes closed. You watched the way his hands moved along the keys, how his long fingers moved and the veins and tendons stood out.

As he played, he slowly turned his head to look at you, catching your eye.

"Can you show me how to play?" You asked, sitting up and looking at the keys.

Elijah nodded, shifting on the bench and moving you between his legs. His hand gripped your waist and pulled you close so that your back was flush against his chest, his hands moving to cover yours.

"Your hands are much smaller than mine," he whispered, "so it will be more difficult to stretch to some of these notes, but we can try.”

"Now, these keys right here are the major notes. They are the basic ones you want to know for every song." He continued, placing your index finger on one of the keys and pushed it down, then guided your other fingers to play along with it.

He was patient with you, letting you practice the simple notes. Every once and a while, he would press a kiss to your shoulder or neck.

"Now, why don't we try something more advanced?" He whispered into your ear.

You nodded, turning your head to kiss him. You kept your eyes on him as your lips met, and when you broke apart, he smiled and pressed another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

He brought one of your hands to the higher notes, his own hands guiding yours over the keys. You tried to focus on what he was teaching you, but you kept getting distracted. The way he breath ghosted against your neck, the way his lips grazed the shell of your ear, it was making you all warm and flustered.

He seemed to notice, because he started leaving more lingering kisses along your neck and shoulder, nipping at the skin and soothing the bites with his tongue.

"Elijah," you moaned, your hand dropping from the keys. He took them and guided them back to where they were, pressing the keys and making a pretty melody.

"Focus, sweetheart. You're doing great." His voice was low, and it was making you clench around nothing. "Try on your own," he said, letting go of your hands and resting his on your hips.

You tried to replicate the sound, but your mind was too hazy. His hands now free, they roamed over your body, pulling up the hem of your dress and stroking the smooth skin of your thighs. You gasped and closed your eyes, pressing the keys down a bit harder than you meant to.

He chuckled and slid his hands under your dress, running his fingers over the fabric of your panties. "I didn't say you could stop playing," he said, his voice firm.

"You are a terrible teacher, you know that?" You said, pressing down on the keys.

"Yes, but you enjoy it." He slipped his fingers under the waistband of your panties, and ran the pad of his index finger over your clit. You whimpered and pushed your hips into his hand, desperate for more.

He stopped moving his hand, nibbling on your earlobe. "Keep going. I know you can do it."

You continued to play, your hands trembling and your breaths coming out in soft pants. He began to move his hand again, his fingers barely brushing your sensitive bud. "You're doing so good for me," he praised.

You stopped playing, your hands gripping his thighs. He smiled against your neck, and pushed a finger inside of you.

"Fuck, Elijah," you moaned. He added a second finger, pumping them in and out of you in a firm, steady pace. Your legs were shaking and your knuckles were white as you clung to his knees.

"To play any instrument, you must have discipline. Focus." His words were punctuated by his fingers curling inside of you. "Keep playing."

Your hand reached out, finding the keys and pressing down on them. It wasn't so much music you were making, but a jumble of sounds. But Elijah was pleased nonetheless.

"Listen to the music you're making, my darling," he said, his breath hot on your ear. "That is your melody."

You could feel the coil inside of you getting tighter and tighter with each pass of his fingers. Elijah pressed a kiss to your neck and took his thumb, pressing it against your clit and rubbing circles.

Your hands crashed down on the keys, your legs shaking, and Elijah held you to him as he continued his pace, keeping you upright as you came around his fingers. You leaned back into him, panting, as you tried to catch your breath.

"You are a natural," he teased, pulling his hand out of you and resting it on your thigh, his mouth pressed to the skin of your neck.

You hummed and turned around so you were straddling him. You pulled him in for a kiss, nipping at his bottom lip as you unbuttoned his shirt, pushing the material off his shoulders and tossing it aside. You pulled off your dress and dropped it on the floor, your lips returning to his at once.

Elijah reached around and unclasped your bra, his fingers ghosting over the sensitive skin as he slipped the straps down your shoulders. He tossed it to the side and kissed your shoulder. His mouth trailed down, stopping at your breasts and giving each nipple attention. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently tugging him away and grinning down at him.

You pulled away from him, getting on your knees between him and the piano, and looked up at him through your eyelashes as your hand worked to undo his pants.

You ran your hand over his boxers, smiling when his hips bucked slightly. It was your turn to tease him now. You nuzzled his cock through the fabric and kissed the outline of it. You took the waistband between your teeth and tugged, freeing his cock. He groaned and closed his eyes, head falling back as you licked his length, kissing along his shaft.

"Will you play the song you were playing when we first met?" You asked, batting your eyelashes at him. He chuckled and nodded, positioning his hands over the keys, and began playing. You wrapped your fingers around his cock and pumped slowly, waiting until you heard the song pick up the slightest bit of speed to take him into your mouth.

He faltered a bit, the music not quite right, and you smiled to yourself as you swirled your tongue around him. You took him deeper and deeper each time you went down on him, your tongue massaging the underside of his cock.

He groaned, trying his best to keep up the song, but failing miserably. When it was just a jumble of notes, he gave up, taking a fistful of your hair in his hand as you bobbed on his cock.

You stopped moving, looking up at him and raising your eyebrow as if to challenge him to finish the song. He smiled and groaned, then returned to playing. The song was off and disjointed, but you could still tell what it was, he was truly talented. You hummed around his cock pushed him all the way into the back of your throat, causing him to moan and buck his hips up into you.

His movements became sloppy as he neared his climax, the melody not coming out as well. You relaxed your throat and sucked, pushing him over the edge. You swallowed every drop, keeping his cock in your mouth as he finished riding out his high.

He looked down at you with a satisfied grin, and pulled you to him. His thumb swiped along your bottom lip as you straddled him and he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a kiss.

"How's my performance?" You asked with wide innocent eyes.

"Simply divine," he answered. "How was mine?"

"Terrible," you teased, leaning forward and kissing him. He chuckled into your mouth, hands gripping your hips and lifting you up onto the top of the piano, your feet landing on the keys. The sound made you laugh against his mouth, and he smiled. He pulled off your underwear, letting the fabric pool around your ankles, then he sat back down on the bench, pulling you to the edge.

"Spread your legs," he instructed. You obeyed, placing your feet on the keys again, the piano playing a discordant tune.

Elijah smiled, looking up at you from his seat between your thighs, his hands returning to the keys, playing a beautiful melody as he watched you squirm under his gaze.

You rested on your elbows and bit your lip. "Elijah, please."

"You are the perfect muse, my love." He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, then placed a few more kisses on your clit and you moaned.

You could feel the vibration of music under you, it felt strange and wonderful combined with Elijah's tongue, lapping at your clit, slow and leisurely. He was teasing you again and you were enjoying it immensely.

Elijah continued playing, and you started moving your hips, desperate for any sort of friction. You feet moved and the sound from the keys changed. The melody he was playing changed to match your own disjointed notes, a new song starting.

"Inspirational," he hummed, his eyes meeting yours as his tongue flicked against your clit. You whimpered and thrashed on top of the piano as his mouth explored every inch of your cunt.

“I never thought to combine my two favorite activities before," he said with a soft chuckle. You could tell he was smirking, he was proud of himself. You laughed and grabbed onto his hair, pulling him closer and grinding your hips against his mouth.

You felt your orgasm building, your legs started to shake and Elijah's tongue moved faster and faster. His fingers still playing a perfect tune on the keys.

He sucked your clit into his mouth and you fell over the edge, your thighs gripping his head. Your heel hitting the low notes as you shook, like a clap of thunder, while the music swelled to a crescendo.

Your orgasm finally subsided, and you collapsed on your back, gasping as you tried to catch your breath.

Elijah smiled at the sight and closed the cover over the keys, climbing up on top of the piano. He hovered over you and pressed a kiss to your lips. He smiled and rested his forehead against yours. "Now that's what I call an improvised concerto."

You giggled and rolled your eyes, kissing him again. He parted your legs with his knee, rubbing himself along your slit. You sighed into his mouth as he pushed in, slowly until his hips were flush against yours.

Elijah propped himself up on his elbows, one hand cushioning the back of your head and the other entwined with yours, pressing it into the cool wood as he began to thrust. He looked deep into your eyes, not breaking contact as he picked up his pace.

You wrapped your legs around him and ran your free hand down his back. He leaned down and kissed you again, the two of you panting into each other's mouths as he rocked into you.

You were still sensitive, and with each movement he made you moaned, each noise you made he swallowed into a kiss.

He changed the angle of his thrusts slightly and the head of his cock hit your sweet spot. You gasped and clenched around him as you neared another orgasm.

You could feel the tension in your stomach as he rocked his hips faster and faster. His pace became a bit sloppy, but he kept the same angle, and you fell over the edge.

Your toes curled and you arched your back off of the piano. Your free hand scratched down his back, leaving red marks. He kissed you to silence your moan, and you felt him spilling inside of you as your walls contracted around him.

His thrusts slowed, his cock sliding in and out of you as the both of you came down. He placed soft kisses on your face, the side of your head, your jaw. When you opened your eyes again he smiled and kissed the tip of your nose. He rolled onto his back and you curled up next to him. He held you close and ran his hand up and down your back as you listened to his steady heart.

"That was quite a lesson, you have a unique way of teaching," you teased, propping yourself up on your elbow to look down at him.

"I find it hard to believe you learned anything," he retorted with a grin, running his fingers over the swell of your hip.

"Maybe if we practice enough I'll start getting the hang of it," you replied, biting your lip.

"Practice does make perfect. Why don't we have another session?" He pulled you on top of him and you laughed, ready to be his muse once more.

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Hug | Kim Mingyu

Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.

Genre: Angst? (Little bit), comfort, strangers to lovers, fluff

Pairing : Idol Kim Mingyu × (f) reader

Warning: mentions of anxiety

Author's note: This idea has been swimming in my mind since 2 days so I decided to write it down and post it :)

Part 1

Chan being the bright extrovert he is came into your life and kind of adopted you, i.e made you live and enjoy your life openly,he always understood you,always made you laugh like the comedian he is,is always so considerate of you and tried to blend you in real life out of both of your busy lives.

And he was so lovely so cute how could you not fall for him. It's been two years of you knowing him and you've always reminded yourself like a warning since then that don't fall for him, you knew all the risks of it also you knew he sees you as nothing but bestfriend. Of course your mind wondered on the 'what if?' path but all your hopes crumbled whenever he asked you about some advices whenever he likes someone , whenever he showed you the girl he likes.

So you can say you're working on it, you feel it's unfair that you see your bestfriend that way it somehow feels wrong. Despite everything every feeling you support him the most. You wish only best things for him you'd want nothing but happiness to come his way .

So yeah you're trying to move on from your feelings..you never let them take a full form of love you always kept denying them whenever they started to kick in ... in the moments where he talks for hours with stars in his eyes with that adorable smile on his lips..then you remember you have to try harder.

On the other hand there's mingyu.

You guys aren't that close but have met each other through the parties and all by chan and few of the other members . You've met all of them, they know you as well of course their maknae talks about his amazing bestfriend with them so they know.

Mingyu has seen you, observed you, heard about you from chan in these 2 years. And he doesn't even know when it started but he feels a pull at his heart whenever he sees you. He finds you adorable the way you smile ,the way you laugh and how your eyes disappear while doing so...it's safe to say he's sure he likes you. He doesn't know how to say it to you coz obviously you guys aren't that close.

He hangs out with chan pretty often coz they're the drinker duo out of them as the members say.

It's a day like that when he asks dino about you.

"how is y/n?" Mingyu tried asking as casually as he can. Chan was filling their glasses then he replied "yeah she's good I just met her yesterday"

Mingyu decides to be direct it's just his little brother anyway so he asks " Chan do you like her? Are you guys like a thing?" Chan almost chokes on his soju "Noooo hyungg what are you saying, I know we look so close but we're just bestfriends nothing else, I've never thought of her like that and I bet she hasn't either."

Mingyu raises a brow at that "How can you be so sure what if she likes you?", Chan shakes his head " No hyung I'd know I'm her bestfriend it's nothing like that chill ...why are you asking anyway"

Mingyu is looking at his glass shaking it in circular motions chan observes him for a second and screams "OH MY GOD YOU LIKE HER DON'T YOU? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL MEEEE" Mingyu scolds him for screaming so loud "Why are you screaming omg, and uh what if I say yes what if I like her? Like is she single ? Do you think you can do anything about this?..."

Mingyu is blabbering so chan shuts him off, "ok yeah I'm so happy to hear that you can't imagine and don't worry she's single I could set you two up oh my god I can't believe..." This time mingyu stops him ,"ok ok calm down you're going too ahead right now we don't even know if she'd be interested."

Chan assures him , "Hyung don't you trust your brother ? Don't worry leave it all on me."

Dinosaur🦖: YOOOO

You: Why your yo sounds so excited chan? Should I be scared?

Dinosaur 🦖: Oh you finally replied..are you free to talk now should I talk??

You: yeah going home I'm in taxi

Dinosaur 🦖: ok so remember how you always cry about being single and I tell you you should date people and then you tell me good people are so rare and all

You: Dude why you attacking me like that wtf are you saying

Dinosaur 🦖: I've a good person for you,I've a good offer and you can't say no.

You: No ..I can and I'll say No you can't force me🤷🏻‍♀️

(Ouch so this one stung you never thought your crush would try to set you up with someone haha )

Dinosaur 🦖: come on y/n do you want to die single you aren't even trying this guy is real nice I promise..do you not trust me.

You: I trust you chan it's not about that

Dinosaur 🦖: THEN SAY YES PLEASE SAY YES I WANT TO SEE YOU HAPPY [ Say yes or I'm not your bestfriend and I won't meet you I'm serious..say yes]

You: don't be mean chan

Dinosaur 🦖: SAY YESSS ..yk I want you to be happy and have fun in life

You sighed, you knew he won't stay still until you say yes to whatever his offer is ..also you promised yourself you'll move on you'll think about your happiness you don't want to drown in self pity.

So you decide to say yes.

You: FINEEE... Atleast tell me what your offer is who that person is

Dinosaur 🦖: You said yessss ilyyyy😭🕺🏻❤️also yes the offer.. it's a blind date and the person is someone very nice and handsome and may be your type that's all you're getting. Be at Heaven's cloud cafe on 7PM Saturday and don't be late

You: Do i know him?

Dinosaur 🦖: Nice try I'm not telling

You: whateverrrr also you didn't even ask if I'll be free and you planned everything ?? Wahh that's so rude btw

Dinosaur 🦖: It's weekend and you don't have any other cool fun friends other than me so yeah ik you'll be at home stuffing your mouth with fries and watching dramas

You huffed at his reply

You: I regret saying yes now😃

Dinosaur 🦖: you don't have any other choice also on Sunday my treat because now I feel bad for attacking you with facts it was a lil harsh

You : You just meet me I'll turn you into pulp you better be prepared

Dinosaur 🦖 : 🤣🤣will see also go home safely and don't be too nervous for the date and I'm right here if you need anything ok?

You: yeah ok bye will see you if I stay alive after all the anxiety I'm gonna go through tomorrow

Dinosaur 🦖: it'll be okayyyy

You sighed as you reached home ...you feel more tired suddenly ..it's been a long time since you went on any date infact you haven't even had your first boyfriend yet ...just some failed dates so your anxiety will eat you up real good for tomorrow's date . Tho the fact that it's a blind date is somehow relieving to you like you don't know that person and chan says he's a nice one so you hope it'll go well.

It's Saturday and for the whole day you're thinking about the blind date, the nervousness has started to kick in. You decided on a comfortable yet pretty outfit which is pistachio green blouse & below knee skirt and a white fluffy jacket. Cherry red lipstick and very light make up.

Chan called you earlier to check up on you he knew you'd be anxious, you couldn't help but the thoughts bubbled up "is he as good as you're?" "Will he care about me the way you do? "

You had an inner battle over this you tried preparing yourself for the date but then your girl bestfriend back home called you ..you had told her everything ofcourse she knows everything she's the only one who also knows about your crush on your bestfriend.

She encouraged you to go on that date and reminded you how you deserved it how much you needed it so yes you made up your mind again and got ready for the date.

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Note: Hey idk if anyone is reading this but if you do and you like it I'll post another part tomorrow because this is getting too long.

Also this is my first time writing a ff, I LOVEEEE reading ffs but I enjoyed writing this as well hope someone else other than me enjoys this too😭😂🥺thank you cuties byeee❤️

Here's Part 2:

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

baby come back

♡ STEVE HARRINGTON'S MASTERLIST ♡

❁ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❁

This is a sequel to "Careless Whisper"

✧ Summary : they say "you should leave all the past behind" but what if they deserve a second chance?

✧ Word Count : it might be long but I hope it's worth it

✧ Warnings : 18+ MDNI‼️ Past!Ex-Boyfriend!King Steve! Harrington x FEM!reader, eventual smut, cursing, mentions of bad household, complicated father & son relationship, slight emotion invalidation & misogyny, cheating, separated parents, alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking, child neglect, trauma, intense confrontations, fluff, angst, not giving away anything! don't wanna give you guys ideas 🤭

✧ What to Expect : ANGST, FLUFF AND SMUT‼️reader will be so unsure of him but she'll get there ;)) I promise this will so fast paced, the story goes back to present and past!

✧ Note To Reader : YOOOO y'all making me inspire to write more for Steve! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT omg- even it's just small numbers of recognition is enough for me 🥺🫶🏻✨

✧ Author Note : I literally tried to think of a better song to associate the next part and my god- my brain was like zapping up to Baby Come back and I was like "THAT'S IT!" 🤩🙌🏻

"Henderson, I already told you not to wipe your feet on the inside of my car"

"Must've slipped off my mind"

"I've been your chaperone- wait a second- I'm your goddamn babysitter for the past 3 years!"

"Just step on it, already!"

"Remind me why I'm being friends with you" Steve turns on the engine of his car and held onto the steering wheel

"It's because I'm a great person"

Steve chuckles as he shakes his head but a fond smile is evident on his lips

"What time should I pick you up?"

"The usual"

Dustin talks about his night yesterday after school with the whole segment of the D&D Campaign, while listening as he kept his eyes on the road, I think he could make a word count on how many times he mentioned Eddie

Steve watches his young friend steps outside of his car, "Okay, see ya"

He's heading on his way to Family Video, where she meets Robin sitting on the front stairs

"What are you doing?" He asks as he gets outside of his car and puts his keys inside of of his pocket

"I guess, we're both too early, too early that Kevin hasn't even arrived yet" Robin stood up as she walks closer to Steve

Steve looked behind him, there's a new diner in town that he hasn't been it yet

"Wanna go there and eat some breakfast?" He nudge his head on the facility that he's looking at

Robin follows his gaze and clasps both of her hands together "Let's go, I'm getting bored here for waiting"

Once they get inside, the smell of brewed black coffee invades both of their noses and the sweet scent of pancakes and waffles

Robin already got an eye on the waitress who is serving some delicious fully packed breakfast plate, she swore that she is drooling over it and it made Steve chuckle

Steve is always been a pancake and bacon kind of a guy, he likes the combination of sweet and salty, so, that's where he is aiming for

Both of them saw a table that is near to window, they sat together across from each other

The male waiter was about to gave them menu's but they dismissed it

He nods gladly as he calls someone else to fill up their order

"Hello, goodmorning, what's your order-"

"Hi, can I get-"

Oh my fucking god

Holy fuck

It's you

His mind is going ablazes because he pretty much knew himself that he has a 20/20 vision

But at this time? All of his insides are overheated

He hasn't seen you since....the prom

Fuck, the memories starts to take him back

You just finished your last school year on that history that you both happened before and you move out of the school

Not only moved out of school, but you also left the town, Hawkins Indiana

Yes, you left.... without sparing him a single word about your departure

The town that you've never wouldn't have thought you could ever get back to

But, this is your hometown where you truly grew up in

You only decided to comeback since

You got homesick

You missed your family, that's why you take the chance to finally be with them

Temporarily

You clear your throat, you try to mask up your expression as you completely forgotten his companion that you briefly glanced and you noticed her confused look at you

She darts back and forth on you and Steve

You remained civilized, "What can I get for you?"

You say softly as you clicked your pen and holding up your notepad

He blinks as he takes a deep breath, "Uh- Pancake and Bacon and Coffee"

Damn, you wished there's a machine to mind sweep your entire memory of him

You still remember it

He still eats the same way

"Okay, um, should I bring creamer and sugar?"

"Yes, please"

Shit, he still makes his coffee the same way too

Fuck, fuck, fuck

Who in the right mind that you chose to have your vacation here?

When you could do it somewhere else

You trust yourself too much that you thought you won't be able to see this familiar face again

You nod but you can feel his eyes on you

You look incredible

Of course, he'll take every chance to look at you

You cut your hair shorter, you even changed it into different shade of color, your natural dark brown is gone, it turned into more lighter brown

The wavy length and the bangs looks so perfect on you is shaping your face that he still does love until now

You dress so differently now too, he could tell by your silver rings and....

A piercing? You have three earlobes now

He adores how you wear your makeup, not too flashy but it enhances your features

He is delighted to see your face again, he never thought that the universe will give him another glimpse of you even is just like this

A part of him that made him sad for a sec, it's understandable that you changed your whole appearance

You changed because you want to forget who you were before

You have to remove every single thing about how you look that reminded of him

Maybe in another life....

You're happy together

You motion to Robin who is still absolutely puzzled from the not so obvious look of recognition form the both of you

She could already tell that is something is deep between the two of you

Before she tells her order, he catches Steve who is not even afraid to gape on you, he's not even trying to hide it until she spoke up and he heard her voice

He got shy all of the sudden and runs his fingers through his hair

"The Breakfast meal?"

"Yeah, right that one"

"A drink along with that?"

"Oh, a cup of coffee too as well"

You nod as you clicked back your pen as you tear off the paper from your notepad

"It'll be ready in a minute" you say, you offer the both of them with a small smile as you finally take your leave

Robin leans forward with her hands together, "Okay, what was that?"

"What?" He acts clueless, he knows Robin won't drop the scenario that just happened

Robin chuckles in amusement "Well, you tell me" she nudges her head to you

He glances at you with those eyes, you can still freaking feel them on you

You start cleaning the table and picked up the tip from a another customer

"Robs-"

"Don't you dare "Robs" me and don't you ever lie to me" she throws her hands up as she raises both of her eyebrows at him

He sighs as he scratches the back of his neck

"Do I really need to tell you?" He shuts his eyes for a second as he takes a deep breath

"Uh yeah? Because that look it isn't something that is far beyond that you just know the person"

"You knew her"

She leans backward as she crosses both of her arms

She can't even tell if she just struck off a nerve or offended him

"I'm just messing with you, dingus, it's okay-"

"No-No, it's just-" he exhales

"it's been a while since I saw her" he speaks in a voice that his bestfriend couldn't ever expected to hear

It sounds so broken, it increases her pique of interest even more

What happened?

"I hesitated because-" he looks at her with guilty eyes "I think you're not going to look at me in the same way ever again"

Robin listens intently as she gestures her to keep going

"I am here to reassure you that I'm not going to judge you"

"I did something bad in the past, Robin, but I've changed"

"We all have done something wrong in our lives, Steve, the right way to do is to face it, hold yourself accountable for it, and learn from it, but that doesn't make you a bad person"

He looked at you again, you are now serving someone else a vanilla milkshake

"Yeah, you're probably right, but to her? I am"

Flashback to 1986

He spent all of his allowance that his father gave to him

All of his money going out all night in the town

The prom was one month ago

One month ago

He trying to do anything to get you out of his mind

He drank a lot of alcohol and gets drunk most of the time

But when the morning comes, it felt like he needs to start it all over again

He realizes that trying to forget you, it's just a waste of time

He wants you to come back, he needs you to come back

He'll do anything for it

Anything at all

He knows it won't be easy

He angrily crumpled and tear off all of the pictures that he had with his friends

Friends that aren't not even real

He knows that you're right about him, it's just his own stubborn mind who refuses it

He hates himself

No, scratch that, he loathes himself for becoming like this

His mom's words were very dear to him even it's just a simple phrase

"Don't try to be something that you're not"

Don't be a fucking people pleaser

Now, he got the point why you don't like these titles at school

The social cliques at the campus

It's also his own fault that he got into this

He wanted to be somebody

Even it hurts people that he loves the most

So, that same morning, he is so determined to be different this next coming school year

He trashed everything that upsets him, he even ditched some of his varsity jackets, all of his trophies he put them all in a case and placed them on the attic

Everyone is going crazy how he acted so differently at school

He just rolls his eyes at it, god, now he really fucking gets it why you're so ick to this

"They're so overdramatic at this stuff, I mean- what's the damn point?!?" your voice echoes to his mind

That's where he retired of being King Steve

Everytime he heard someone mentioning it, he just grimaces, winces and even cringed at it

He doesn't even Iike to be called on that name anymore

Sure, he is still good at his academics and sports but now ever since he pulled that "dropping his title" at school?

He is now getting the treatment of true colors

Now, he is out of that barrier of being on the top popular guy at school

His eyes and mind opened at your perspective

He can see it why, fuck, that adds more salt to the wound

He cannot even blame anyone for making him being this way

Maybe, high school is tough that's why he did it

But then, he notices a pattern of events on his life

Fuck, he is just like his father

He rarely visits the house and just talking about his work and didn't gave him a chance to speak what is going with his only son

He never paid attention, never even cared, not even felt any affection to him

But when he does, he just snaps at him, and tell him that being emotional is weak

Having feelings are weak?

How fucked up is that?

So, he kept his mouth shut even though he wanted to yell at his father

The only parent that he felt being loved is his own mom

His mom that left them both behind, he can still remember it

Because why?

His father cheated on her too

It's like a damn cycle, it making him violently vomit at the thought of it,

History repeats itself

He made a promise to himself that he won't ever be like his father

But, he already done it and it angers him even more

"Hey, Steve" he opens and locks the door behind him

Not "Hey, son" am I even your son? He thinks to himself as he keeps his eyes on the television his own father doesn't even noticed the obvious scowl on his face

"There's this woman at work, who-" he chuckles in a salacious way and it sends shivers down to his spine

"Who slapped me right after I kissed her and told me that she isn't interested in me" he chuckles yet again as he removes his coat

"She wears that outfit and expect me not to do anything? She did that in order to seduce me, she wants it" he scoffs as he shakes his head

He gotten so uncomfortable, he starts shifting from his seat

Steve needed this bottled up emotions to blow up

He wants and he needs his father to hear him out

"That's what you did to, Mom, too, huh?"

The silence is too loud, Steve is so fucking insane for doing this confrontation but he has to do it or else he will lose his mind

"What the fuck did you just say?" His dad grumbles as he stares down at his son with a fire on his eyes

He glares at him as he chuckles dryly, "You're so messed up that it hurts" he spats

"What are you even talking about?" He pushed him by the shoulder

"I hate that you're my dad!" He does the same action as he stumbles back, Steve thought his mind playing tricks at him but he swore for a brief moment that he saw his dad cracked

He is guilty, he is ashamed of it, he knows he is not a perfect father, he is not proud of it

15 year old, Steve would've been shitted on his pants for doing this but he is not afraid of it anymore

He is completely appalled, lost for words, the way his narcissistic exterior washed out on instant

"I lost the girl that I ever truly loved because of you!" He points at himself with anger and sadness swirling into his eyes

"Do you think it's easy for me to live out my life there knowing that my own fucking father is proud to have this mindset?!?" He steps closer as he makes hand motions to his head

"I can't just push you away because why? You're my dad, I-I can't just do that" He throws his hands up as he sighs in exasperation

"I-I have so much things that I wanted to scream out loud for you to hear because I've been carrying it for a long time and it really sucks because this argument isn't going to change anything" He is trying to so hard not to bawl in front of his old man but it his voice wavered badly but he didn't care

This is the most unfiltered thing he has ever done in his life and he knows for sure this will help him....A lot

"You've gone soft, Steve, that's the real world"

He looks at him with furrowed brows as he shooks his head

"I'm not gonna grow up to be just like you, asshole" He laughs incredulously as he starts picking up his shoulder bags and luggage

"Where do you think you're going, young man?"

"I'm going to leave because I'm sick of you and this big house"

"You're not able to survive out there without my help"

"You know for the first time in forever made me realize having a enormous fortune isn't necessary in life sometimes"

"You listen here-"

"What is fortune when you don't even have a good fucking relationship with your parents and household"

That's where he slams the door shut and breathes out a really long satisfying sigh with a proud smile on his face

He feels good, he feels great, he feels he has done something wonderful in his life

This is just the start of it

He takes his car keys and drove away like nothing ever happened

"Steve! Earth to Steve!" Robin clapping her hands right across to her bestfriends face

"What- I'm sorry" he says as he began shifting on his seat

"Okay, so to be clear, y'all are highschool sweethearts before-" Robin squints her eyes as she make gestures to her expressive hands

"and I was...." His shoulders slumped down, he doesn't even want to finish the sentence

"King Steve" Robin shrug both of her shoulders as she gave a sympathetic smile

"yeah" A small but sad smile flashes on his lips as he ducks his head down in shame

Robin is obviously needs some more information to fully understand what happened to your relationship with him

"Is it so bad?"

"is far more than bad, Robs"

"Did you kill someone?"

Steve eyes widened as he genuinely laughed, "N-No- I didn't!"

She chuckles but she is glad she made him laugh, "So, what is it then?"

He just made this one look to Robin and as she tries to read his eyes, her smile drops

"Oh"

As if you we're on cue, you placed their orders on their table as Robin made a stressful brush up to her hair as she glances at you

"Your order's are complete, just call me if you're ready to-"

"We can pay now" Robin's voice is firm but a hint of disappoint surrounding at the tone of her voice

You looked over at Steve for a sec who still gave you those pleading eyes as you tried your best to look away as you gave the receipt to them

You've taken both of their payment as you walk away quietly

Did just Steve talked about you to her?

Fuck

"Robin- I"

"I know it's in the past, It isn't my place to open up the wound again" she sighs as she tug up a smile to him

He smiles as he nods to her words, he is worried that this could ruin their friendship

"But I am fond that you chose to change, Steve, you changed for her" she places her palm on top of his as she pats it gently

"Do you still love her?" Robin asks him as she tries to search his eyes

She can see it, the same devotion is still there, it never died and it never will be

His last words to you echoed into his mind

"I can't never love again, I only want you"

And it truly did

He still does

Robin chuckles slightly to Steve with those lovesick eyes, "Of course, you do"

"You can't never get over with your first love"

You're done with the night as you put on your jacket along with your sling bag on the shoulder

But when the time you got inside of your car, your vehicle won't start up everytime you try it won't ever run

You sigh in frustration "Goddamn it!"

You look over to the other side of the road, you saw Steve locking up the doors at the Family Video

Shit, the universe is really testing you

You walked outside of your car as you close the door with a slam as you start to pace around it

You fumbled with the stuff inside of your bag as you pulled out a cigarette stick and you flick the lighter in your pocket

You inhale deeply as you blow out the smoke, you massage the back of your neck as you try to figure how to get the fuck outta here

You're mad that you're hopeless to get home

The last thing that you wanna do and the last option is to get ride home with Steve

You felt a hand behind you, you shrieked as you almost punched him in the face

"Woah- it's just me!" He held both of your wrist as he takes as step foot back to dodge your aim

You huff as you tap off the excess from your cigarette, you mumbled a small "sorry"

Well, isn't this great? Your first conversation with him after what??? 3 years???

He doesn't want to react because he hasn't seen you smoke before, I mean- you can do what you want but both of you really did changed

Did you developed anything else such as bad habits? that added another pang into his chest seeing you do things that you've never done before

He looked over to your car, "What happened?"

You blew out the smoke as turn your head into the other side, you try your best to remain calm but it feels all too much when he is this close to you "My car won't start"

"I can take you home, I know a place that can fix your car tomorrow" he suggest as he offers you a ride home respectfully, you can see that

Something is not right to him and it's giving you the creeps not in a bad way but why do he seems so nice? Is it because of you or he changed too?

You have no other choice, the terminal closes up pretty early, so, there's no train or bus to take

Only for tonight, just this night

You blew out the last smoke as you stub the cigarette into the nearest ashtray near the trash can

His eyes are glued to you, he watches your every move, of course, he knows that you wanna wrap this all up and forget all of this ever happened

As much as he wanted to talk to you ask you if you're okay, he respects your peace and boundaries

"Okay" you walk back up to him as the both of you crossed the road

What the fuck? Is he a gentleman now? You're not used to him like this, opening up the car door for you?

You flashed him a small but also confused smile as he jogs into the driver's seat

You saw the oh so familiar necklace that hangs on the rearview mirror

You made that necklace to him

Why does he still keep it?

He starts the engine as he put his hand over the headrest as he drives backwards

The drive was....so awkward and how quiet it is ringing to his brain

You just busied yourself watching all of the scenery outside in the car window as you passed by into different places

He takes his chances to glance at you

My god, he can't believe that you can still made him feel like this way

You crossed your leg that made your skirt rides up a little, he clears his throat

"Uh, so, which way should I go to?"

"Just turn here" you point out to him

He brings the car around the different small houses and his breath staggered he recognizes it

Oh, you're here because of your family

You're only having a vacation

"Stop here!" The tires screech as he stops abruptly and you accidentally bring yourself closer to him that he almost almost can kiss your lips in just one move

His breath hitched at the gap between the two of you

Your eyes flit to his and to his lips

It felt like eons that you both just stare for each other at the moment

You know and he knows

Fuck, you still love him

"I-I gotta go" you slowly move back up as you open the door but before you get outside, you softly say "thank you" and closed the door

You didn't give him a chance to reply as you quickly grab your house keys to unlock the front door

He sighs as he massages his forehead, he rolls up the windows before you get inside

"Take care" he says as you only nod and closed the door behind you

You squeezed your eyes shut at whatever that was inside of his car

"What are you even looking for?" He says not looking at you as he looks at a Nazareth vinyl

"Michael Jackson's Bad album" you say as you squealed gleefully when you found the one you were looking for

"We're going to be late for the movie, sweetheart" he hold both of your shoulders to grab your attention

"They're aren't going to start without us, Eddie" you say as you smirk at him as you walk away

"We have to buy popcorn-" he whines jokingly as he kept being all dramatic while he slings his arm around yours

"and drinks and other goodie stuff, I know, I'm just gonna pay this, stay calm" you giggled as you excitedly take the purchased album into your hands

"Hey, Eddie!" The same girl with the dusty blonde hair greets him the same time as you both are about to leave the record store

You can't never avoid him, huh?

She looks at you and your hand is wrapped around his forearm as she gives you a small wave

You only nod and smile, Steve is right behind her

"Dude, what's up?" Eddie greets him, right you forgot they studied in the same school

Of course, they knew each other, except for you because you left

You're nervous because of what Steve might think of you but you can't see anything on his face and his eyes

He doesn't seemed to mind that you're with someone else, there's no jealousy, mockery, sarcasm as he talks to Eddie

He doesn't even noticed how close you are at the metalhead

Meanwhile, Robin saw how you study him, but you look away you don't want to make him realize that you still care for him after all of this time and as she does as well

"Where are you two going?" Steve beams as he takes in how divine you look, Eddie didn't even catches it

"To the movies!" Eddie grins as he pulls you by his side as you roll your eyes playfully

"Are you guys going to watch Batman?" Robin gasps as she watches Eddie eyes goes big in excitement

"Yeah" you nod at her, Robin who is surprised that's the first ever interaction that you just had with her, so, she decided to introduce herself to you

"I'm Robin, by the way, I'm the bestfriend of Steve- ow!" He hits her by the shoulder as you chuckle in amusement in the way Robin punctuates and emphasizes the words to you

"We gotta go now" Eddie chuckles as he wraps his arms around you, but halts his tracks as he remembers something

"Sure, see you later" Steve nods as he purses his lips together as the both of them step inside

"Harrington, you could invite her to your party!" Eddie points at you and your close your eyes in embarrassment

You didn't tell Eddie about your history together with Steve but you did kinda....throw some hints at him about your past but didn't reveal the real name

Party? He still does that? you think to yourself

You saw how Steve became jittery all of the sudden as he tries to drop the topic right away but Robin, a glint of mischief on her eyes as she snaps her fingers at Eddie

Damn, you got yourself invited but you grew amused to the mystery girl

"I can't fucking believe you did that" he glares at his bestfriend who is pretending to be innocent as she walks away from him

"Oh- please, don't act that you didn't want that" she scoffs at his in denial behavior as she saw a vinyl that is similar to his situation

"You still want her, right?" Robin smirks as she gives the vinyl to him who is now gauging at his reaction

He takes the vinyl out of her hands without looking at it first but he laughs as soon as he saw the title

"Baby Come Back by The Player"

She wiggles her brows at him, he tries to kick her by the leg but she managed to dodge it

"Don't fuck it up this time, dingus"

"Trust me, I won't"

You had fun watching Batman with Eddie, he'll be right back with you as he headed at the men's restroom

You overheard a kid who is very defensive with his bestfriend, you try not to pry but until you heard the name "King Steve"

You've never looked around so fast in your entire life and your eyes fall onto the boy

"You're being friends with a douchebag-"

"He is not a douchebag!"

"Yeah, right, I heard he break girl's hearts like it was nothing-"

"T-That's not true!"

God, your mind is saying no but your heart is making you walk towards him

Curiosity got the best of you as you listen closely, but you stay alerted when things get heated

The poor kid, huffs as he shifts on his stance as he watches the two young ones left him

"He doesn't even like that name anymore, what a bunch of assholes"

"Hey, are you okay?"

He quickly swipes the tears away "Y-Yeah, I'm good"

He probably doesn't even remember you, "Dustin, right?"

"Yeah"

You smile sweetly at the kid, you really shouldn't ask a lot about him but you feel mystified of what you just witnessed, "Was that true? about what you said at Steve?"

"He cares a lot, he loves a lot, he is willing to do anything just to protect- Wait a second- who are you anyway?" He was getting into until he realizes that he is talking to a stranger and he paused

The kid missed the endearment on your eyes as you blink rapidly, you looked over your shoulder as you saw Eddie searching for you

"I'm gonna go now, bye" you say as he tries to chase you but you got lost in the crowd until he can't no longer see you

"Whoever that person is, that's so bizarre" he speaks for himself

"I have to tell this to Steve at the upcoming party"

He is not looking forward to it

But he wishes you were

He doubt that you will show up over at his house

But, honest to god, he thought the time stopped when I saw you walking by alongside with Eddie and Robin

His brain is muddled and his heart rate is increasingly so fast

"Hey, Steve-" Dustin jogs over to him but his mind is elsewhere as the door swings open

"Here we are" Eddie does his classic antics as he opens his arms as you chortled

"Welcome" Steve steps aside as he lets you all walk in

"Where's the drinks?" Robin feels so at home like she unashamedly looks through his refrigerator

"It's literally 7pm- don't you dare drink-" He puts his hands over his hips as he reasons with Robin

"Not that- I'm just thirsty" Robin rolls her eyes as she tries to explain

"You?" Dustin loudly made a sound that all of the guests caught their attention

You give him a small wave and a crooked smile and now you're regretting attending this

Steve clocked your reaction as he hold your shoulder leading you away from him

"Why are you pointing at her, Henderson?" Eddie is perplexed as he tries to understand the situation

"You mean- you didn't know?" Dustin bunches up his eyebrows at the metalhead

Steve glares at Robin who winced at the look that his bestfriend just gave him

"I think, you might want to sit down, Munson"

Steve has taken you in the backyard as he slides the door close

Oh, hell no

Not this place

Steve cringes what he just realized but he tries to keep his composure

"You still do parties, huh?"

He stare at you for a second, are you actually having a conversation with him?

"Uh no- we're going to have a movie marathon, not a party"

"Oh" you nod slowly in understanding as you stare at the swimming pool, you breathe in deeply as you keep your hands to yourself

Your sight of vision fell into Eddie, Robin, Dustin bickering at each other as you saw the guilty look on your metalhead bestfriend directed at you as you send him a small smile as you look away yet again

"I see that you told them"

"I-I'm sorry, I only told Robin-"

"Save it, Steve" your voice has gotten serious unlike earlier, but he can see it in your eyes that you're fighting between your emotions

You're trying your best to resist yourself for giving yourself away too fast

Steve's shoulders tensed as he looked up into the sky to find the right words to say to you

You deserve to know that, he needs you to know that him and Robin are nothing more than a platonic friendship

"Robin is just my bestfriend, she helped me"

"Help you?....with what?" You knit your brows together as you look at him in question with your arms crossed

"I- uh- I moved away from my dad after we- to live on my own independently" He suddenly became shy as he scratches the back of his neck as he averts his gaze somewhere else

That's where he truly see your eyes soften as your eyes went everywhere to his face

He can communicate properly with you now?

He is actually saying the truth to you?

You're not used to it and he knows he doesn't blame you

Before you can reply, Dustin calls out at the both of you as Steve sighs when you're the first one to walk away from him

"Hey, are you okay? dude?" Dustin asks him sincerely

"Yeah, man, I'm good" He lies, as he gives his young bestfriend a forced smile

False bravado, that's the mask that he's wearing all the time ever since you reappeared again

Tryna' keep up a smile that hides a tear

He wants you so bad, but how he will ever to win you back?

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I didn't know-"

"It's fine, Eddie, it's not your fault"

"Do you want to leave?"

"No, I'm gonna stay, Eddie- it's alright, I promise"

"Just tell me, if you're not up for it anymore, okay?"

"Okay"

Everyone is a blobbering mess after seeing Dead Poets Society, except for you and Steve

You caught him giving you those eyes yet again like he was begging for you

Begging for you to give him a chance

He wants to talk to you, the scariest thing you could ever say to him that your doors are chained and he'll understand

But the thing is that, he can't live without you

He'll do anything to persuade you, convince you, make you believe that he is nothing like the "Steve" the one you've met before

If he could go back in time, he would redo everything

The moment when everyone is leaving and saying their goodbyes

He took your hand and he must swallow his shock because you let him hold you for the first time in forever

Eddie even talked to him while you were distracted by Robin, by him saying "I don't know what happened between the two of you that much but.... I'd get her back, man, whatever it takes"

"Can we talk?" He whispers as he puts you in the corner where no one else can see you both

"Steve-"

"Just give me the chance to make you see-"

Oh, Steve's brain just mushed down

Because you're fucking kissing him

He recovers as he cupped both of your cheeks as he gives into you

Your hand gets lost to his hair, god- he misses that a lot, your sweet scent, he's inhaling it so much that electrocutes his brain

The kiss went into seconds, minutes and feels like an hour

You don't know what's gotten into you but you know you're going to blame yourself for this

You already told yourself that your guard is up

But, your heart tells no otherwise and your body reacted, so, positively that it flushed down closer to his

You stopped yourself as you saw him chasing after your lips but then he saw how hurt you look, his heart drops to his stomach as he gulped

He is flustered and so are you, but he sees the recognition in your eyes, the realization

He flinched the way you angrily punched him in the chest all of the sudden as you wept in front of him

No words thrown out between the two of you

It's the same damn kiss

It never changed, it still feels the same, moves the same, the way both of your lips melded into one another is a complete shocker to you

He didn't care about your outburst as he let the tears fall from his face as he embraces you instead

He starts caressing your head as he tries to keep you calm on his warm hug

You held onto his shirt in a fist that you violently sobbed face flat in front of his chest

As much as you wanted to stay in that area

You begrudgingly dragged yourself away from him as you walked outside, not giving him a second look

He knocks off one of his picture frames as he slides his back down against the wall as he started crying

Love is embarrassing, isn't it?

3 years, 3 goddamn years, you both still yearn for each other

Your first kiss after 3 years invaded his mind the entire night, he stares at the empty space of his bed

God, he wishes that you were here next to him on his arms

You've never packed up your stuff so fast in your entire life

You're ready to leave first thing in the morning

The door bell rings and you hold your breath for a second

"Oh no, not you- Steve-" you tried to close the door but no to avail as he stepped his foot to prevent you from for not letting him in

He glanced at your luggage and bags that makes his stomach twist

"Have you used up all of it?" He says as he kept his eyes on you

"W-What are you even talking about?!?" You threw your notepad in the near table, fuck- you shouldn't have double checked too much on your lists before going out

He got you now, you can't escape this

"All the love in your heart"

That's where you avoid his eyes as he moves closer to you

"Ain't there nothing left for me?"

"Steve- stop!"

"That's right-"

"What-"

"A lot of people that I know what I did to you was foolish, anyone can see it"

You let your stubborn attitude subside as you listen to him

"There's was something and everything about you"

You take out a shuddering gasp as your eyes burn from the threatening tears

"You can blame it all on me, I was wrong, baby, I-I just can't live without you"

He could've done this before

Take the responsibility of his actions and not to sugarcoat every word and have the guts to hold the accountability of his mistakes

"Steve, you gotta move on-" you lie what you truly feel, what's stopping you?

"Baby come back, come back to me, please"

"S-Steve, I don't know if I can trust you-"

"I didn't realized what I had when you're were mine!"

Your guarded demeanor has shunned off as you let your arms dropped to your sides

"I-I confronted my dad after one month ago when we go on our separate ways, I-I know this is unbelievable but I removed everything that you didn't like with me, my friends, my title, all of it, and it did helped me to become a better person"

He looks straight into your eyes, he never looks away as he tries to make you understand

"And I'm so very sorry that pulling up that fucked up shit that I did before just so I can improve myself and to have a character development was utter bullshit, hurting you was never right"

You purse lips together as you shake your head in disbelief

"What I said back there was still true too"

"What do you mean?"

"That no matter what you do to me, whatever happens to the both of us, I'd still love you"

He cries, his face glows so red as he takes in every feeling that he's receiving

You're the first one yet again to kiss him

He yelped as he brings you closer to him, your hands went through his hair as you throw your arms around him, he dives in deeper earning a moan out of you

He breaks out of the kiss, your face went pale but he shuts off your thoughts with the words

"You sure, you want to do this?"

"Steve, yes, I do, I want you like you want me, I need you like I need you-"

You're about to dove back on him aggressively but something feels so different on his touches, it's not foreign but it's making you want to bawl at how he is so soft with you

His eyes crinkle in awe and delightment as he couldn't get anymore happier

He carries you upstairs as he puts you onto the bed carefully

He removes his shirt and his pants, you get out of your shoes and when you're about to remove the straps of your dress, he beats you to it as he slowly takes it off but not without kissing your neck

His hands goes under your skirt as he plays with the garter of your panties

You spoke his name so decadent that he nearly melted down on you

You held onto him by the shoulder blades as he finds the zipper on the back your dress, he unzips carefully and lovingly as he takes his sweet time to adore and treasure every single moment of you

This is not just sex, he never looked at you like the one from before only filled with lust

This is love and admiration and it touches your heart so deeply that it might've been stop beating for a few moments

It's unreal that he is doing this to you, it's also unreal that you let him do this to you

When all of it's left is your paired black lacy undergarments

You both stare together for a while as you held his cheeks as he rests on it

He smiles so wide that it actually hurts and so are you, your smile lingered everytime he looks at you

You raise yourself using your elbows as he unclasp your bra, he threw your bra across the floor somewhere, he can't help but to kiss you again, you mewl as you fall back down on the mattress, you grind yourself against him as he groans when felt how wet you are

You kept grinding yourself onto him as he grants your wish as the friction increases more

Next thing to remove is your panties, you whine, when he licked a stripe into your cunt

"Steve-"

"Yes, baby?"

"I wanna feel you"

You don't need him to ask him twice as his boxers flew off somewhere

He carefully enters your sopping aching hole as you both moan in pleasure

Your jaw falls slack as your furrowed brows crumpled up even more as you adjust to his size

He kisses every part of your body, worships it while you're losing your mind of how it feels so fucking good just like before

"F-Fuck" he curses, praising you as he kisses your jaw

He watches how your cunt clamps sucking him inch by inch, he grunts when you start clenching around him

You're drooling, your eyes are fucked out, you're brain is mashed up

You're a fucking goner

He kneads your breasts as you moan even louder, the squelching sounds that comes in and out of you is music to his ears

"S-Steve, pleas-e move!" you squeal and your voice becomes so tiny that you bit your lip

He spreads your legs far more wide as he grabs your hips harder

You arch your back when he picks up the pace and hitting the spot were you're mostly addicted

"Oh!"

Your eyes roll backwards as your mouth hangs "0" shapes as Steve watches your expression contorts in pleasure

Breasts are jiggling, he goes faster and faster, he places himself on the crook of your neck as he puts lovebites all over it

You locked him in place as you can't keep your suppressed screams any longer

"Steve!"

"Christ-"

You scream his name so loud that his brain shortcircuit as you both came undone

He peels himself off of you but you held him close

"No, don't pull out just yet"

You tap him by the shoulders as you switched positions, he let out a sharp gasp at the angle that you're on top of him

Despite the overstimulation, you grind yourself onto him

"Woah- baby, fuck-"

"Yeah?"

"Don't give me that look- I'm gonna bust"

You giggled as you close your eyes at the sweet sensation as your brows pulled together and you moan when you start to bounce on his cock

Holy fucking shit, you rocked up his world

His hands are everywhere literally setting you on fire, he brings you closer as you continue to do your job as you look at him with blacked out eyes

His eyes got even more darker as he copies your move making your head fell onto the side allowing him the access to kiss your neck

You both went off to one another as you both entered another climax

You fell asleep together after 3 years

The scenario you'll never thought you could experience again

You woke up in a cold empty bed as you look around in your room, you can't see his clothes anymore, maybe he's in downstairs

The last night events flashes right before your very eyes as you bring your knees up

A tinge of pink on your cheeks as you try to remember every detail happened last night you were so beyond elated and in a complete bliss

You wore your dress again as you went downstairs only to find Robin

"Robin?" You ask in confusion, not that you don't want her here but it's just so random

"Hi" she waves awkwardly as she scratches her head

"What are you doing in here? Where's Steve?" You look for him again but it seems like he left

"Don't freak out-" She breathes out

You raise both of your eyebrows as you motion for her to continue

"He's at the airport" She says as she starts following you making you stay focus but she has no power to control you

"What?" You take your car keys as you went inside the vehicle and turn on your engine

"Wait- stop! He didn't told me the reason why! He just said he'll be at the airport!" She shouts out loud as she rests her back against your front door

"Okay, I'll be here at your house! Steve and his ridiculous lovelife- I swear to god- I'm gonna kick him in the ass" she slumps down in defeat as she mutters words under her breath

Why would he leave you?

Fuck, no- did he regret it again?

Tears well up in your eyes as your stomach began to churn as you fighting for your dear life to get into the airport as fast as you could

No, Steve wouldn't- stop overthinking- maybe, he has a reason

He won't just leave you like this, you felt how soft and he made you feel like you're the only person on his life

He made you think that the both of you had a future

So, why would he leave without a word?

You ran as your feet can take you, but when you saw the airplane takes it flight, you rest your head against the window and sobbed

The familiar voice calls your name and you look around a bewildered Steve who is now walking towards you

"Baby, what are you doing-"

"I thought you left me" you hold him tight as you looked at him in the eyes

"You're not going to leave me? Are you?" Your voice sounds so small that he doesn't want to see you crying anymore

"Honey, I'm here, I would rather jump off a cliff for leaving you all alone again, okay?" He reassures you as your worried features decreases but there's still uncertainty on your eyes as he takes a deep breath

"Robin is in the house, I don't-" he cuts you off as he tuts

"Ah-ah, let me speak- the airline called me in the morning and told me that the schedule that I booked in for is going to take off and of course, that would be a disaster since I used half of my expenses for the flight right? So, I made a decision on the spot- I called Robin to accompany you because you were peacefully asleep, baby, I don't wanna wake you and I was about to come back to you and tell you that you're coming with me" he held up in front of your face of two airplane tickets

Your unsureness totally fades away as you look at the ticket, you read aloud what it says

"Chicago?"

"Yeah, I'm going to take you with me while I study for college"

"I actually want to take master's degree too"

"Yeah? We can go together"

A big smile grows on your lips as you step forward to him as he closes the gap and gives you the most promising kiss

"We better start packing up soon"

"We sure are"

"I love you"

He kisses your cheek, "I don't think I could love you more, baby, I love you more than anything"

•

special mention to @savage-aespa, this person here is the main reason why I made this fic! literally giving me an idea that there's a possibility for them to be together and I hope I did my job alright! I'm sorry, it took me a month to finish this up and if you made it here, thank you so so much for reading, your support and your kindness will always be appreciated! take care always! 🥹🫶🏻✨

[boydepartment]

MY ONLY LOVE- Jake Sim x Reader: Masterlist

description- y/n is an upcoming soloist in belift, she was previously in a disbanded group and the company decided to give her a chance. one day she runs into ex-boyfriend, jake sim, in the canteen. it was awkward and embarrassing and for weeks she tries to avoid him. you can’t avoid people forever though, especially when the company who gave her a chance tells her she has to fake date her ex boyfriend publicly.

genre- exes to lovers, fake dating, idol AU, romcom, fluff, comfort

warnings for the series- cursing, crude humor, a light touch of dark topics, light angst

includes- enhypen, y/n (obviously), bahiyyih (kep1er), hikaru (kep1er), p1 harmony, different idol cameos (i.e probably mark lee, bangchan, new jeans, etc)

PROFILES- kidnapped soul gang // we get paid to hang out

TEASER

chapter one… “he stuffed food in his pocket…”

chapter two… “hey siri play- the way things go…”

chapter three… “someone’s in trouble!”

chapter four… “i need a minute to think about this...”

chapter five... "follow up meeting!" (written)

chapter six... "boyfriend...?"

chapter seven… “hello doctor!?”

chapter eight… “remember when..?”

chapter nine… “oops(evil)!”

chapter ten… “you’re a dweeb.” (written)

chapter eleven… “tease a date with me.”

chapter twelve… “you just held hands?”

chapter thirteen… “LIARS ALL OF YOU 🫵”

chapter fourteen… “i called my mom!”

chapter fifteen… “you take walks too?” (written)

chapter sixteen… “i want to spend real time with you.”

chapter seventeen… “wait… you did what?”

chapter eighteen… “AYYE YOOOO!”

chapter nineteen… “were you serious?”

chapter twenty… “WE. are serious.”

EPILOGUE

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comment, dm, or send an ask to be added 🩶

PLEASE only ask via comment to be on taglist on the masterlist chapter, or teaser

[misdeliria]

YOOOO my heart can't take it!!!😭😭 That Bkg angst where reader has her last fight!!! I need a fake part two where he wakes up and its all a dream!!! Please for the weak pussy ass btch's like me!!!😭😭😭😭

I love your content btw definitely deserves more attention❤

this is OVERDUE, but better late than never. original concept NOT BETA'D lol She's a Fairytale

“Are you alright?” 

Katsuki can’t tell if he’s still dreaming. You’re staring at him with worry, but he’s nervous to breathe. He’s scared any moment you’ll disappear. If he so much as closes his eyes, he’ll open them to an empty ceiling. 

“Is this real?” His voice is weak from sleep, and his hand shakes when he reaches for yours that rest on his arm. Relief washes over your features, and a soft huff escapes your lips. 

“Did you have another nightmare?” You’re whispering so close to his face, but your voice echoes in his head. You sound so real. You sound like you’re here with him. “Katsuki, it’s okay. You’re at home.”

His grip around your fingers tightens as he dares to tear his eyes away to look over his surroundings. 

Everything looks the same from before your funeral. If that was even real, Katsuki thinks, feeling his heart racing in his throat. Your pictures are still hanging over the vanity in the corner, where all your makeup is scattered in a mess, and your hero uniforms are poking out of the open closet. 

“Hey, you’re okay,” you soothe, and Katsuki feels your hand snake under his arm and presses against his chest, hugging yourself against his back. Your lips trace over his shoulder as you gently kiss his skin. “Do you want to talk about it?”

It feels surreal when Katsuki turns over to face you. He takes it slow, wary of breaking the mirage if it turns out to be a sick trick his mind conjured in his grief. Your arms remain wrapped around his torso, and he soaks up your body heat against him. 

“I love you so much,” he murmurs, keeping his voice from cracking as he pulls your head into the divot of his neck. Katsuki holds his lips against your hair, ignoring the nauseating fear in his stomach as he takes in your natural scent. “God, I fucking love you.”

You’re giggling softly against him, making him hold you tighter. 

Please let this be real. I’m begging. Please.

“I love you too, honey,” you mumble, and your breath tickles his bare skin. “I take it, you don’t want to talk about it.” 

A shiver runs through Katsuki as he thinks back on your funeral, and coming home without you, and going to sleep in an empty bed. He shakes his head. 

“Still making sure this isn’t all in my head,” he somberly confesses. “I’d do anything to keep you with me.”

He feels you pull away, and his hands find their way against your face as you look up at him. It doesn’t feel real. It feels too good. 

Katsuki tries to swallow his grief, but it burns hot behind his eyes, and he can’t stop the tears from slipping across his face and tickling his ear. Your brows furrow with reignited concern, and you’re cooing at him. 

“Oh, my love,” you whisper, squeezing the underside of his arms. “Gimme a kiss, baby.”

Katsuki lets you lean in and press your lips against his, and it feels like he can finally breathe. His head is spinning from the rush, and whatever weight in his chest is released. He feels you squeal when he pulls you closer and tilts your face so he can kiss you harder. When did he last do this?

A sudden pain blooms on his bottom lip, forcing him to pull away. You’re giggling in that lovesick way he would make fun of you for, but tonight, it’s angelic. 

“The fuck was that for,” he murmurs, licking at the inside of his lip where you bit him. 

“Is that enough proof that this is real?” The palm of your hand rests on his heart, and he holds you there. He doesn’t answer as he finally lets himself relax against you. Katsuki knows there’s no chance of him sleeping for the rest of the night, but he doesn’t care. He’ll spend the rest of the night running his hands over your body to convince himself you’re here with him. And he’ll spend the rest of his life making sure you don’t go anywhere else. 

“Yeah, baby. You’ve convinced me.”

hope you liked it &lt;3