#but even that didn't got me creating scenarios in my head

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First of all, I have to admit that this took me 50 minutes to complete reading. Why?

BECAUSE I'M DYING???? OVER YOUR WORDS??? LIKE

I really really really really love your writing style, like uhm please I'm not even kidding.

DOESNT HELP that Wednesday is so... Wednesday AND THAT'S AMAZING? Like I legit struggle with writing characters accordingly? (in the past and now still) SO LIKE MY MIND IS BOGGLED AT HOW YOU MAKE THIS HAPPEN AND I CANNOT FIGURE IT OUT???

Also doesn't help that I have similar experiences to this one (minus the magic faeries and the independent appendage ofc) SO I RELATE? Like I legit go through the same thought process when I was in 3rd grade??? LIKE HOW DARE YOU EVOKE the same feelings and thoughts that I have for my 3rd grade crush??? Like that was a million years AGO.

IT'S AMAZING HOW YOU CAN WRITE SO WELL TO DO THAT UHM I LOVE YOU???

Sob story skip this part if you want: I never did say the one sided conversations in my head, so I never get to say what I wanted to say and we (I and the 3rd grade crush) drifted away after 3 years yeah nice try girl. Ignore me bitching in the tags pls.

SO I AM CHEERING FOR WEDNESDAY ON THE SIDE LINES. YOU GO GOTHIC GIRL GET THE FAE (in a non violent-non wing crushing-way)

In conclusion,

This was a masterpiece, Your Honor.

—JOUSKA | THREE

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x OFC/Fem!Reader

Summary: Something and nothing at all changed. Wednesday is all too aware of the distance and the horrifying realization that if she wants to be closer, than she'll have to make the first move. Cue compulsively replaying a hypothetical conversation.

Warnings: Angst. Distracted!Wednesday. Wednesday generally being Bad At Feelings™️. Enid's wise words. Thing—the opportunist. Xavier absent but still not safe from Wednesday's roasts. Blood.

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Part Two

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Jouska: Noun. A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Something and nothing at all has changed since that night. 

"Hi, Wednesday."

Wednesday's eyes catch yours as she watches you flanked by two gorgon girls. You've got a white stick of a lollipop hanging in your mouth at the side, the grape confection already finished, but you don't like littering (like some of these other heathens at the academy).

Wednesday doesn't say anything back, but she does slow her walking down subtly, her brows relaxes and expression neutral as she looks at you. A nod of acknowledgment is all that is needed to satisfy you as you smile at her before looking away.

It's been like that since that night—the same acknowledgment, and it's all Wednesday can think about.

They've bonded, haven't they? Enid certainly said so. And if that was the case, why were you the same distance away? 

Wednesday can only think back to that night. 

"Black wings are the mark of a night faerie."

Wednesday doesn't rush her response. This was one of those moments, the one Enid was constantly telling her to be delicate about. 

The right words—Wednesday needed the right words.

It reminded her of when she first encountered the photo of herself from Rowan, and how she, too, thought she was destined for (bad) calamity. 

"Sometimes the dark doesn't cause calamity but rather is what no one expects at all," Wednesday looks at you, her eyes focused. "The solution."

But even as you give Wednesday a soft smile, she can see something dim behind your eyes, and the taste of utter defeat burns Wednesday's throat, knowing it wasn't the exact right words.

So, Wednesday was at a standstill. 

And she was also far from finding a nickname for you that she'd allow everyone to call you. The only bright side was everyone else was somehow doing worse than her with their suggestions despite her not having offered anything at all. 

There was a distance, Wednesday realizes. One that you seemed content to let be. 

Wednesday feels jolted by the realization that she's been fairly spoiled and blessed in her life (even if she didn't feel it at the moment). It had always been Wednesday who chose to keep her distance from those around her. She had her own interests and had been content to put them above everyone else. 

But ever since coming to Nevermore, her little ragtag of misfits—especially Enid—had intrusively barged into her personal space. Wednesday only had to take a small step forward, and everyone else had closed the distance. 

Everyone except you.

Wednesday Addams would never deny the fact that she wasn't free from things like desire. She desired many things: rain, mysteries, victory, the fear of others, and whatever things could be described as morbid.

She told her mother that she would never be like her—never fall in love, be a housewife, or have a family. And she had meant it at that moment (although she was very sure she'll never be a housewife). 

And really, it's not like Wednesday loves you or anything. But Wednesday has once felt enough to kiss a boy (who turned out to be a serial killer), and when she thinks of Enid, Eugene, and Xavier, she does feel like she has a strange little group to call a family of her own. She begrudgingly accepts Bianca to something like a distant, irritating cousin.

You piqued her curiosity very early on with your unintrusive smiles and waves. Now, you had an enigmatic background and a perhaps sense of self-preservation to remain distant. But it was too late. 

Wednesday desires mystery, and she desires you. 

They're not mutually exclusive.

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Blood drips down from Wednesday's cheek. She touches her finger to the cut and looks at it curiously.

"You're distracted, Addams." 

Wednesday looks back to Bianca, who somehow manages to look both smug and concerned. While being beaten by Bianca again still leaves the feeling of self-pity, her rage is directed at herself. 

"And yet, you barely managed to defeat me," Wednesday drawls. 

"Well, pull your head out of the dark, gray clouds and focus so I can put you in your place again without your excuses," Bianca shoots back without hesitation. 

Wednesday starts to move into position when the coach halts it and tells her to go to the infirmary to take care of her cut. Clenching her jaw, Wednesday puts her equipment away and leaves the room. 

The cut stings, and Wednesday knows it was her own fault that Bianca cut her too deep. She was distracted. She has been lately ever since her realization that if she wanted to close the distance, she would have to be the one to intrude in your space. 

The problem was that Wednesday only knew how to intrude into someone's space when she was suspicious they were a serial killer—accusing and without permission. 

And thus, Wednesday has been afflicted with hypothetical conversations her brain refused to stop producing. It was costing her sleep, and now the victories that should belong to her. 

"Wednesday!" 

Turning around, Wednesday sees Enid skipping her way down toward her. The blonde frowns when she glances at Wednesday's cheek and pulls out a white handkerchief. It’s the only colorless fabric she owns. "Fencing?"

Wednesday nods, accepting the cloth as she dabs it against her face, wiping at her jaw where it dripped.

"Lose?" Enid winces in pain. 

A dark look crosses Wednesday's face, and Enid quickly changes the subject. 

"Are you excited for parents' weekend?" Enid asks. "I'm surprised Principal Weems has made it so early in the year. I hear she's making changes so parents visit once at the beginning of the year and once at the end of the year."

"If by excited you mean begrudgingly accepted it, yes," Wednesday monotones.

"But it'll be interesting to see who the fairy godmother's parents will be, right?" Enid rocks on her toes in anticipation. "I heard her dad is, like, a high lord or something."

The comment does spark interest in Wednesday. She is curious about the two people who had loved you so much that they took you out of isolation and parted ways with you in this safe haven. 

Assuming that they could visit you, anyway.

"That's also a witless sobriquet," Wednesday comments absentmindedly.

Enid only huffs. 

"Enid," Wednesday calls evenly.

"Hm?"

"How—why—" Wednesday takes a deep breath as her eyes close for a moment. When she opens them, she finds Enid staring at her curiously with an amused smile. Wednesday knows it was because she’s never this inarticulate, but Enid is gracious enough to not say anything about it and waits patiently for her to gather her thoughts. 

As patiently as she can, it seems.

"Not to rush you, but you should probably hurry on and say whatever it is you want to say so you can get on to the infirmary. The cut is starting to soak through my handkerchief," Enid gently pushes. 

Wednesday grinds her teeth for a second before sighing through her nose lightly. 

"How did you decide on how you wanted to be closer to me?" Wednesday asks, leaving as much emotion out of her tone as possible but cringing at her sentence. "Especially since it was obvious I wanted to keep my distance."

Enid's lip twitches, and Wednesday already regrets asking, but before she can turn around and leave, Enid answers. "Well, in your case, I think it was easier for me to tell you didn't really want to be alone, so I didn't ask."

Wednesday makes a vague face of disgust while Enid continues on. 

"But in your case," Enid stresses, smirking at Wednesday's unblinking face. "I think you should ask to do something together to be closer."

Wednesday's eyes flicker as she processes Enid's words. The memory of Tyler's efforts to take her to the catacomb, how he set up lights, and a movie pops into her mind. 

"Like a date," Wednesday says slowly, and horrification begins to set in.

"Er, I think that's a little too advanced for you," Enid cuts in quickly. "Maybe just try to find a way to spend more time together casually but consistently."

Enid looks at her watch. "Oh, I gotta go. Yoko and I need to start planning for the boat race this year." With that, Enid happily skips down the hallway. She turns around once and yells, "Oh, don't forget to wash the blood out of my handkerchief. I trust you'll know how to do that!"

Wednesday nods before she continues on her way to the infirmary. When she enters, she sees Weems talking to someone sitting on a cot behind the curtains. 

"I'm happy you've found a friend to help you, but I'm concerned—" Weems stops as soon as she sees Wednesday, frowning as she sees the cut and then sighs, "Coach Vlad had told me you and Bianca frequently spared without your helmets. I had hoped he was joking."

The curtains suddenly opened, and Wednesday wasn’t surprised. She could tell it was you by your silhouette. 

Immediately the hypothetical conversations she's been creating pops into her mind again.

"Hi, Wednesday," you smile with a short wave before you eye her cut. "Hope the other person looks worse off."

Weems clicks her tongue in disapproval, but Wednesday's lip twitches upward slightly. 

The principal is about to say something else when a small, lanky boy walks in. He clutches his wrist, but Wednesday can’t make out his feature with his overgrown fringe covering his eyes. He seems to see just fine, though, as his posture stiffens at the sight of you.

"O-Oh, F-Fae," he starts to say but then stutters. "No, sorry, I-I mean—"

"It's fine," you wave away his attempt at saying your name. "Did you hurt yourself in psychitect?"

He nods.

"I suppose I should go find the nurse. She went down to the cafeteria for a quick snack," Weems says before she looks at you. "We'll finish our conversation later."

"It's fine," you wave it off. "I can help Wednesday. We’ll be gone before you’re back."

Weems purses her lips in disapproval, but you just give her a look back. Sighing, Weems nods before she turns to walk out. "Glad to see you fitting in more this year, Wednesday. It's pleasant to see you in my office less."

"It's too early in the year still," Wednesday haughtily replies, eyes trailing Weems as she leaves the room. 

"Come along, Henry."

Once alone, Wednesday's eyes trail to you. 

"Well, take a seat," you stand up and gesture to the cot near her as you rummage through the cabinets. 

"I can do it myself."

"I'm sure you can," you absently say as you move bottles back and forth in search of something. When you find it, you turn around with a lopsided smile. "But I assure you I can do it better."

Wednesday only raises her eyes challengingly but sits down as you sit on the stool and roll over to her. She sits primly with her back straight as a rod when you come closer and closer. To allow your proximity, Wednesday has to open her legs for you to come between, being the one wearing pants. 

"Pretty nasty cut," you mumble, and Wednesday can smell grape lollipops. 

"I've had worse."

"Bragging, I see," you smirk as you put on gloves and use tweezers to soak a gauze pad in saline solution. "Xavier did tell me you took an arrow for him once."

"Xavier has an abnormally large mouth," Wednesday speaks tersely with a furrow of her brows. When you gently dab the soaked gauze pad on her cheek, it doesn’t sting, but Wednesday clenches her fists closed with your face so close. 

"I think he was bragging," you continue to dab. "Enid and Eugene have similar anecdotes. Thing, as well."

Wednesday huffs while you merely grin lightly. 

Enid's words and Wednesday's haunted hypotheticals were plaguing her again. 

"What were you and Weems talking about?" Wednesday asks to redirect the conversation. She had been curious since she walked in, as it seemed like a rather serious conversation. 

The thoughts aren’t going away.

"She was checking in after I told the nurse I had a friend to help me apply the medicine, and I'd only come in to do monthly examinations or if something serious happened."

Sometimes Wednesday isn’t used to people answering her questions so quickly and without pretense. She’s used to them being defensive. 

'Thing shouldn't be applying your medicine.' Wednesday clenches her jaw, refusing to let the thought slip out of her mouth. With you in sight, her mind refuses to stop the compulsive hypothetical conversations.

"I see," Wednesday says slowly. "And why is Weems so particularly concerned?"

"She's my legal guardian," you answer straightforwardly, inspecting Wednesday's wound as the bleeding slows. 

The sudden new information makes Wednesday blink. 

'If you use your brain and think about it, Thing is a disembodied hand with stitches all over. Do you think that's sanitary? Forget the fact that Thing is vain and does well in washing his hand and moisturizes.'

You put down the tweezers and take off the gloves. Lifting your fingertips, you hover them over the cut. Wednesday watches as you concentrate before warmth and tiny little firefly-like lights seeps onto her cheek. 

When it’s over, the sting of the cut is gone. Wednesday lifts her hand to touch her cheek and feels a thin bump of her skin scarred over. 

'I understand your need for secrecy. I've been told I lack regard for others’ safety but I have no intentions of being the reason for your untimely death.'

You turn to grab a tub of cream and unscrew the lid. "It's not exactly perfect, but better than the usual way," you say as if apologizing. "I'll get better at it as my wings heal."

"Your powers are linked to your wings?"

'And of course, I understand you don't prefer the nurse's care. Her touch is indelicate and I imagine your wings are sensitive.'

You hum and say quietly, "A lot of it, yes. Our wings are embedded into our backs and take root inside our bodies. It's why we usually die without our wings."

"And Weems is your guardian?" 

You nod. "Yes. As you know faeries stay in isolation, and faeries with my wings are...outcasts," you smirk. "My parents can't look after me like regular parents do because the more in contact with me they are, the more it exposes my location."

It makes sense. Whoever had done such abominable things to your wings should stay far, far away—lest they want Wednesday to find a way to paralyze them without taking their wings. 

Still.

Wednesday studies your face as you apply the scarring cream. Your parents must've been heartbroken and scared witless to take you out of isolation and have Weems take over guardianship. 

'As such, I must take responsibility for Thing and offer to take his place in applying your medication. This is an acceptable trade, is it not?'

"Your parents must've adored you so," Wednesday comments. She can certainly relate to that as she internally rolls her eyes at the thought of her own parents. 

You finish applying the cream, and Wednesday has had enough of the repetitive one-sided conversation in her head. It was going to drive her crazy—and not the respectable kind. 

But just as Wednesday opens her mouth to get it over with, her words die on her tongue when you look at her.

It was the same smile as that night, the one that made Wednesday's throat burn with utter defeat.

You must miss them. 

"Yes, I suppose they did."

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Wednesday lies in bed, staring at the ceiling, and the incessant noise of Enid's snoring is somehow amplifying her thoughts.

This. Is. Inconceivable. 

The thing with Wednesday is that she had an obsessive personality. That's why solving mysteries is such a good pastime for her. 

The only problem is when the mystery hasn't been solved, and she is left alone with the agonizing cliffhanger. 

What if the words hadn't died on her tongue? 

What if she had said them anyway, despite your smile that seemed to make Wednesday miserable. 

But the truth of the matter is that she didn't, and now, she is stuck in bed coming up with new hypothetical conversations that revolve around one matter.

'Thing is indisposed.'

'I'm offering my company and assistance. Thing may stay as an additional conversationalist.'

'Surely, you must have more to say to me daily than greeting me.'

'Thing has questionable scalpel skills; therefore, I believe he's been applying your medication inaccurately. I can't have your wings—your life source—healing poorly on my hands.'

This is all Enid's fault, Wednesday determines. She turns her head to watch her peacefully, blissfully ignorant sleeping roommate. 

Maybe she should come through with the threat of smothering Enid with a pillow. But in the end, Wednesday turns her head back to the ceiling. 

It’s then that Thing opens the door and scuttles across the room in haste. She sits up as he climbs up onto her bed and pulls at her blanket.

"What is it, Thing?" Wednesday frowns.

Thing begins signing and tapping.

"Speak clearly, Thing. You're skipping words."

Thing taps frustratedly but slows down.

"Someone…slapped…back today?" Wednesday raises her brow but then frowns deeper. "It opened a wound up...and you can't fix it yourself? Need help...now?"

Thing taps multiple times to signify that is correct. Immediately, Wednesday gets out of bed and grabs her sweater. 

"Where is she? Her room or her studio?" Wednesday asks as she shoves on her shoes, and Thing climbs onto her shoulder.

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When Wednesday arrives at your studio, following the same sequence she did weeks ago, she finds you fallen on the ground, your wings just barely over your shoulder as you hold yourself up by your elbows.

Blood drips down and soaks your feathers, somehow making obsidian look even darker. 

Wednesday walks up quickly and crouches beside you, and you barely notice her until she speaks. "Who did this to you? I want their name." She seethes.

"It was...an accident," you raggedly breathe. "She didn't know. Meant to be a friendly goodnight clap on the back."

But that doesn’t soothe Wednesday at all. Not when the back of your dress shirt is dredged in so much blood that there isn’t even a spot of white left, and your right wing twitching in obvious pain.

"What can I do?" Wednesday demands, but there was a softness to it that is almost desperation. 

You swallow. "I—I need you to move my wing over my shoulder more—until I can reach the cut to seal it." You screw your shut. "I can't move it on my own."

Wednesday nods. She carefully reaches out to touch your wing.

It is velvety.

Wednesday imagines it would've been more magnificent to the touch had your feathers not been weighed down and saturated by blood. 

As Wednesday begins to spread your wing up and over, your breath hitches sharply.

Wednesday stops.

"Don't stop," you grit your teeth, taking in ragged breaths. "It hurts the longer you drag it out. Just—be gentle."

Gentle is not often used to describe Wednesday. She’s sharp and jagged, like broken glass. That's probably why she still plans to discover who did this to you and slowly butcher them—accident or not—as she carefully keeps moving your wing.

When it’s finally close enough for you to reach, Wednesday watches you use healing magic for the second time that day. You slump onto the grass, exhausted. 

Thing grabs Wednesday's attention to the pile of towels neatly folded in a tree's hollow trunk. She finds a set of spare clothing and grabs those along with the towels. 

"Is the pond water sterile?"

You nod with your eyes shut.

Wednesday places the shirt next to you and then turns to the pond, and sticks her hand in to find it was lukewarm before she soaks one of the towels.

“Change into this clean shirt for now,” Wednesday orders you but her tone lacks the usual bite. She wrings the towel and passes it to Thing. “Help her wipe the blood on her back. Turn around as she changes,” Wednesday warns Thing.

Wednesday turns away and keeps her focus on the pond, soaking the next towel. Thing taps her leg when they’re done. You look extra tired from having to change shirts but it was better than letting your bloody shirt make you sticky and then crust over before you could shower. You seem to realize it yourself as you make an effort to keep your dirty wings from soaking your shirt again.

When she returns to you, Wednesday cleans the blood out of your feathers gently but thoroughly. When she uses her fingers to brush aside some of the feathers, your wings trill. 

"Tickles," you mumble. 

Wednesday doesn’t comment as she continues until the blood is washed out and properly dried. Thing hands her the ointment you use and begins to apply the salve with precision. 

It’s quiet.

Peaceful.

Wednesday feels the tension in her shoulders leave now that you are fine and she is here. 

All those hypothetical thoughts and conversations flew right out of her head.

"I will apply this for you from now on."

You open one eye to peek at Wednesday, and she stares back at you as if to challenge her. You close your eye again and nod.

"Thanks for your services, Thing," you mumble tiredly. "Your severance package will be a bottle of dew drops."

[lihhelsing]

steddie | 888 words | angst | mature

CW: drug use, implicit violence

Written for @steddieangstyaugust Day 3

Prompt: "The sunset looks lovely, don't you think?"

Part 2 | Part 3

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"The sunset looks lovely, don't you think?"

Eddie looks up from the joint he's rolling to find the only face he never thought he would see out here. 

"King Steve," he says, and maybe it's his imagination but Harrington seems to flinch at his words. "What can I do for you?"

Eddie goes back to rolling his joint. There's a part of him that thinks this could be a trap. Last week the entire swimming team had to do a test to make sure they were all clean and one of the guys didn't pass it. 

He didn't pass it because Eddie had sold him some stuff the week before so maybe now Steve was here to put Eddie in his place. 

Eddie lights up the joint and takes a long drag. If he's going to get a beating, then he might as well do it while high out of his mind. 

"I was hoping you'd sell me something," Steve says. Eddie looks at him with the joint between his lips, trying to assess him. 

"Sorry man, I'm all out," Eddie knows best than to create evidence against himself. 

Steve looks at the open metal lunchbox on the table and raises a brow. "Really?"

"Really," Eddie says. He doesn't bother closing it and he doesn't mind if Steve knows he's lying. 

"Jordan told me all I had to do was say that bullshit thing about the sunset and you'd get me something." 

Eddie turns his face to blow out smoke. Fucking Jordan. He had come up with that password phrase to avoid getting in trouble. If people really wanted to buy something, then they would have to come up to Eddie and say it. 

"He lied," Eddie says and he can see Steve's getting annoyed. 

He gets up and put his joint out, pocketing it for later. 

Eddie could definitely use a few extra bucks this week because their kitchen sink stopped working and Wayne doesn't get paid until the end of the month, but it's not worth the risk of getting in trouble. Eddie knows the money he brings home is what helps keeping them afloat, even if Wayne likes to pretend he doesn't know where Eddie gets it.

He closes his lunchbox and moves to walk past Steve, but feels a hand wrapping around his wrist, stopping him.

It's not a strong hold, he could easily break free and walk away, but Eddie stops. He doesn't think he ever got this up close with Steve, which is both thrilling and terrifying.

"Please, man," Steve says, his voice is really low and he's wearing sunglasses, so Eddie can't see his eyes. "I just need something to get the edge off."

Eddie looks down to where they are touching and feels a fucked up thrill going down his spine. Steve's hand is big enough to circle his wrist without much effort and Eddie wonders how it would feel to have that in a different scenario. 

He wonders how it would feel if Steve were to grab him and throw him down on the table. He could probably hold both his wrists with one hand, and Eddie would be helpless to do anything but take whatever Steve wanted to give him. 

Steve moves and Eddie doesn't even flinch, thinking he might get what he wished for after all, but Steve just takes out his sunglasses and Eddie's breath catches in his throat.

Steve has a big bruise around his left eye. It's ugly and it can't be older than a day. It must hurt like hell and Eddie has to fight the urge to touch it. 

"My head is killing me," Steve offers. He looks defeated and Eddie can't ignore the way his heart twist at the words. 

Eddie should ignore it. He should pull his arm away and walk out, leave him out here alone. But Eddie is not a fucking monster.

He picks up the barely smoked joint and offer it to Steve, who lets go of Eddie's arm and takes it immediately. 

Eddie decides not to think about the absence of his touch, and instead watches as Steve puts it between his lips and how that essentially means their lips touched, somehow.

Steve is giving him a hopeful look and Eddie should walk away but instead he picks his lighter and lights him up. 

The first drag floods Steve's expression with relief and he lets out a low moan that makes Eddie's whole body tingle. 

"How much do I owe you?" Steve asks, already moving to get his wallet. His arm brushes Eddie's but he doesn't seem to mind the proximity. 

"Consider it a free sample," Eddie says and Steve eyes him suspiciously. 

"You gotta let me pay you," Steve says and Eddie has to stop himself from saying 'you can pay me with something other than money.'

Even if he doesn't say it, Eddie is under the impression the words float around them like ghosts. Steve raises a brow and Eddie has to laugh it off before he starts taking off his clothes. 

"Don't worry, big boy. Enjoy your free sample."

And with that, Eddie retreats before he does something stupid like kiss King Steve. That would get him a beating for sure and Eddie likes a little pain, but he probably wouldn't like that. 

[warmilikeit]

CONTAINS SPOILERS, ONLY SLIGHT BUT STILL, also characters explainations

Yandere DC x Pjo

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ne thing I don't agree with most of the "Neglected reader" series is that once they realize the reader is worthy of their love, they stop loving each other???

Like there are scenarios where they will fight each other for the reader, that doesn't sit right with me, they share secrets and trauma together and trust each other with their life, that's not going to disappear because of the reader

So in my story, Batfam still loves each other despite what happened to the reader, and this love for family is crucial to future chapters

So protective Jason, at chapter five, glaring at Jon and all

AND ALSO

Most of the time the only reason Batfam loves the reader is out of pure guilt, they don't actually love the reader

Another change in my story is that, the Batfam and reader have their moments, though it's rare, the reader still makes memories with Batfam, although their painful ones

The batkids has created an image in their head that the reader is this pathetic person who was lucky enough to be born rich, and that was the holding grudge to why Batfam treated the reader badly

Yes Damian was also born rich, but he was suffering, when Damian got accustomed to Bruce's affection he felt bitter that the reader had this affection and yk

Bruce on the other hand, is raw, He got the reader when he was still building his reputation as batman, he didn't think a fling child was important, until dick came, he became a sidekick and there he decided to make you one too

To Bruce you were a convenience, just another assistant to him, and he wasn't really a father, but rather an employer, he built his relationship with Dick through being a sidekick, while having no relationship with you turned you into one for more assistance

But it doesn't mean they don't love you, of course they do, that's the main reason Bruce made you stop being a Robin in the first place, because you were a target

It's just that in their heads, you were already this insignificant person, they didn't realize how much you meant to them until you died

Even if you didn't die, if you weren't taken to Camp half-blood, they would have realized their love for you on their own

Only problem is, at camp half-blood, you were able to heal

Inside the Manor, you weren't

So chances of you forgiving them are higher when you're at camp rather than staying in the manor

The difference is also the trauma, you grew up inside the Manor since birth, you were comfortable

That's why the family didn't think to give you that much attention in the first place

That trauma is also why you don't like how your mom said "I'm giving you attention cause you're pitiful"

[lovesuhng]

pink pen

w.c: 1.1k fluff

You didn't know how many hours you had been in that library; you were tired, but needed to study as much as necessary to do well on your final exams. Your concentration was broken when you felt a touch on your shoulder and then came face to face with one of the most handsome men you had ever seen at that university. His bright eyes, paired with the glasses that fit perfectly on his face, the black shirt that hugged his body nicely and the smile that lifted your worries instantly. You realized he had said something, but you had no idea what it was; after all, you had gotten lost in the almost perfect features of the man in front of you.

"Sorry, can you repeat, please?" You thought that must have sounded like an idiot at that moment, but you were sure when he chuckled before replying.

"Ah, okay. Do you have a pen to lend me? I know it's silly to come to study without bringing a pen, but I must have lost all the ones I had."

"Of course." You searched your pencil case and the only pen you found was a pink one filled with glitter and with a cat on top. You felt embarrassed to hand it to the man, but he accepted it nonetheless.

"How cute! This little cat looks like my Lucy. I promise I'll give it back as soon as I finish taking my notes."

And with that, the man went back to where he was studying, a table right next to yours. You wanted to finish studying quickly, but ended up taking longer than you should have because you kept finding yourself looking at him all the time. You had never seen him at the university before, but you would do anything to find out who he was.

That's how you ended up meeting Na Jaemin, a medical student well-known to many at the university, the very definition of sunshine and certainly one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. You were already used to going to the library, but your visits to the place became more frequent, both to study and in the hope of seeing the man again, although he rarely appeared there.

One day you were in front of the library, looking through the large glass doors searching for Jaemin, but found no sign of him.

"Are you looking for something?

You jumped and screamed, startled by the voice that spoke right next to your ear. You were once again so focused that didn't even see Jaemin approaching. The man was laughing at the situation you found yourself in.

"Do you really find it funny to scare others?"

"It's not my fault you're always lost in the clouds." You just rolled your eyes and Jaemin laughed again. "But you didn't answer my question."

Of course, you wouldn't answer that you were looking for him, so you said the first thing that came to your mind. "I... uh... was looking to see if there was any available table because I need to study, but there isn't, so I'll look for another place to study. Bye."

You wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, but were stopped by Jaemin calling your name.

"How do you know my name?"

"Let's just say I found out." You couldn't help but be surprised by the possibility that Jaemin had asked someone about your. "There's a café nearby that's great for studying. Do you want to go with me? I was already heading there." You could swear Jaemin was nervous about making this invitation to you, but it was probably just your fertile mind creating a scenario that didn't exist.

After accepting the invitation, you were already at the café with their orders placed. Both of you chatted a bit and started studying or at least trying to. Sometimes Jaemin caught himself looking at you. He found it cute how focused you were while reading or when you got a little frustrated because you didn't understand your own notes.

The truth was that Na Jaemin had been watching you for a long time; he always found you beautiful, intelligent, and was really interested in getting to know you better. With everyone else, Jaemin was the most communicative person there was, but whenever he tried to approach you, something stopped him or he just froze.

"Oh..." you said in surprise, catching Jaemin's attention. "You're still using my pen."

"Am I?!" Jaemin said with fake surprise. "It brought me a lot of luck in the last tests, but I guess it's time to give it back..."

"No need!" You interrupted Jaemin, speaking a little louder and becoming embarrassed immediately after. "Since it brought you luck, you can keep it. It kind of suits you."

When tiredness took over, Jaemin insisted on accompanying you to your dormitory, even though you said a thousand times that you didn't need it. On the way, he explained extremely excitedly that he had three kittens, Luna, Luke, and the famous Lucy, and that although they were very similar, the kitten on the tip of the pen you had given him reminded him more of Lucy than her siblings. At that moment, you realized that you could listen to the man talk about the things he likes for hours and that he became even more adorable talking about them.

"Even though I'm allergic, I love kittens." you said when they reached the front of your dormitory.

"You could come to my apartment to meet my babies any day soon..." Jaemin noticed the invitation he had made. "I mean... if you want to, of course."

"I would love to, Jaemin."

Then Jaemin approached and held one of your hands. You were praying that Jaemin wouldn't notice how nervous you were about his touch.

"Can I confess something?" You just nodded. "That day in the library, I asked to borrow your pen because I wanted an excuse to talk to you." Surprise was written all over your face. You wanted to say something, but nothing came out of your mouth. Jaemin noticed this and continued. "I've seen you for weeks, always wanted to get closer to you, but never knew how, and today I made up this excuse to invite you to study just to get to know more about you."

"I've been looking for you all week, but I thought I'd never see you again in that huge university."

"So, does that mean..."

"That I would also like to know more about you..." you handed your phone to Jaemin, in a silent request for him to write down his number. As soon as he did that, you stood on tiptoe and kissed the man's cheek, who was surprised by your gesture. You were about to enter the building when you turned to Jaemin and said, "Oh... that pen suits you more than me."

At that moment, standing in front of your building with a silly smile on his face, Jaemin realized he was stupidly falling in love with the girl with the pink pen.

[mayullla]

Title: Princess rescued by the hero

Character(s): Hero (Named character/original work)

Summary: A Hero arrived to save you yet you could not help but fear him more than the villain.

Tags/Warnings: Princess!reader, male!yandere, general yandere themes, implied manipulation, drabble: 680 words

It was a classic tale of a princess, a hero, and a villain. The princess was taken away from her home and family by the villain, only to be trapped within an old and dusty castle, and later saved by a hero.

You thought that they were just stories, nothing more.

Your captor was a man who knew how to use both dark magic and the sword. His subordinates were monsters and shadows that he created to rule over the kingdoms and nations. You wondered what you had done to catch the eyes of such a man, but in the end, there was always a hero.

Someone who would save you from the grasp of the wicked man…

"Thank you for saving me." It was hard for you to breathe as you stood in front of the ruined halls of the old castle and stared at the hero's face. The man who saved you placed a hand on his chest as he got down on one knee along with his team. You couldn't see his face as he looked down, bowing at you in a respectful manner. "You are now safe, princess."

Maybe it was best that you didn't see his face, you thought to yourself as you looked at the hero and his group.

You were still conscious of what happened in the fight. Your hands shivered at the thought when the dark lord turned into a dragon to kill the hero’s group, only to die at the hands of the hero who stabbed his sword into the monster’s chest.

You looked to your side to see the dead dark lord who took you away from your home, or what was left of him. He had turned into nothing but a burnt corpse consumed by the flames that he made.

The fight was still fresh in your mind, the spells that were cast on both sides from the dark lord himself and a wizard from the hero's group. Arrows flew at both sides in such a small space, and the crashes of swords still rang in your ears.

"What is your name? I need to know the hero who saved me." You spoke, holding on to whatever little pride you had. Holding yourself back from stuttering after everything you have gone through till now.

"My name is Vale," he said, his head still down. You didn't want to see his face. You were grateful truly that you were saved, and able to return home, but you could not help but become suspicious of the hero.

The hero who saved you was someone you feared.

"Thank you, Sir Vale, for killing the dark lord and saving me from him," you said as you lowered yourself down to take the man's hand, telling him to stand up and asking him if he was okay. “I will not forget you and your group's sacrifices.”

You didn't have any pity for the dark lord, for he was the one who destroyed homes and killed many. You weren't sympathetic to his death. But the moment when the hero stabbed the dark lord in the chest, the determined look on his face held something else.

You avoided the hero's eyes. Avoided looking at the blood splatter on his clothes. You could not help but wonder if there was something that you didn't know here. His eyes held a certain kind of insanity within them. The overconfidence of knowing that he would win as if this whole scenario was staged from the start.

A stage that was to reach a goal.

And you knew that this had something to do with you. When your eyes met his, you were sure of it as he held your hand tightly, warning but also clinging. The love in his eyes was crazed as he looked at you with so much passion. You were familiar with those eyes of his even before he became a hero, and tried to avoid him. Was he the one who created this stage, you wondered by yourself.

You were a fool, as you have placed yourself right on his hand.

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie Munson x cheerleader! Harrington! Reader, they're in a secret relationship, one time Steve was coming home from work at night, and he saw Eddie sneaking through Reader's window and he gets scared and he enters running to his house and grabs his hair spray, and goes to reader's room to scare Eddie bec why is he in his house, but he finds Eddie and Reader making out, and he's like GROSS

A very short blurb. Hopefully it gives you a few giggles. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

Hairspray

Y/N kept her relationship with Eddie a secret from everyone because she knew her parents wouldn't allow it. And she didn't want the drama of someone spilling her secret, so not a single person knew. Not even her brother.

Eddie didn't mind, of course, he saw the sneaking around as hot and thrilling. He loved sneaking into her house, making out under the covers, and the rush of hiding in her closet when someone came in. He enjoyed being a dirty little secret.

Steve got home later than he meant to. But Dustin demanded to sit through all the credits. He felt bad for leaving Y/N alone for so long. Not that she cared, she was in that teenage stage where she stayed in her room and didn't come out.

Steve locked his car as he walked to the front door. The motion of someone in Y/N's window caused him to panic. He looked and noticed it was Eddie Munson. Why would Eddie Munson be sneaking into his sister's window?

Steve's mind went to the worst, figuring Eddie must have thought no one was around and planning to rob their house. Steve always yelled at Y/N for leaving her window open.

He quickly ran into the house, zoning in on the bathroom to grab a can of his hair spray. He threw the cap somewhere in the room and raced up the stairs.

"Y/N!" he screamed, he pushed open her door. He expected to see her room a mess, Eddie digging through her jewelry for what to steal. In the flash of the moment all he saw was Eddie on top of her. He didn't take in the details, immediately spraying them with hairspray. Eddie screamed as his skin and hair were coated in sticky spray. He moved off Y/N quickly, but Steve kept spraying.

His brain wasn't catching up to the situation fast enough. Eddie tried to smack the can out of Steve's hand, but all that did was cause the spray to hit Eddie's eyes. Eddie screamed in pain as he fell to his knees.

"STEVE!" Y/N yelled everything was happening so fast. She barely heard Steve come in, and now he had her boyfriend covered in hairspray.

Steve snapped out of his fright, a scenario he created in his head.

"SHIT MAN!" Steve apologized, but then it dawned on him, that Eddie was making out with his sister.

Y/N raced to Eddie's side, trying to help him open his eyes.

"ARE YOU CRAZY? WHAT IF YOU BLINDED HIM?" Y/N panicked. She cradled his face as he blinked his eyes rapidly.

"WHY WERE YOU GUYS MAKING OUT?" Steve asked, disgust clear in his voice.

Y/N ignored his question, going to the bathroom to get a wet towel. Steve kept his eyes on Eddie, slightly feeling bad for the pain he caused, but now a little happy. He couldn't believe his cheerleader sister was messing around with Eddie Munson.

Y/N rushed back in and gave Eddie the towel. He dabbed his eyes and winced at the burn.

"Did you seriously spray me with hairspray?" Eddie asked, finally able to pry one of his eyes open. He could see his girlfriend's scared look as she kept the towel near his eye and the disgusted look on Steve's face.

"Were you seriously making out with my sister?" Steve scoffed.

"Yeah until someone attacked us WITH HAIRSPRAY!" Eddie yelled

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[cheesagirl]

Please can you make something like gojo slept with his things inside his s/o and then morning she woke up shocked.

Satoru x Fem;Reader

Scenario: listed

Warnings: NSFW, ⚠️CNC⚠️ (Cnc means 'consensual non-consent, if you are not comfortable with that sort of idea please scroll away!!!!!!!)

Word count: 689

Side notes: Hope you enjoyyyy!! If you have nay requests please send them!! Be specific❤️

You and Satoru were a... vigorous couple, to say the least. You guys followed a routine, like anyone else.

Satoru would come home after another long day, and you would be there waiting for him, like the sweet doting wife you were. After an hour of chatting about your days, you would usually give Satoru a head massage which eventually led to you getting your insides completely rearranged while he whispered the most lewd things he could possibly think of in your ear.

Today was different. You had plans to visit some family, and wouldn't be able to make it home in time to greet Satoru when he came home. You also wouldn't be there to chat about your day, give him head rubs, or let him fuck you senseless into bed and to say Satoru was heartbroken would be an understatement.

By the time you had arrived home, you slipped into your nightgown and made yourself comfortable under the comforter, your eyes already growing heavy.

"How was seeing everyone sweets?" He asked, slipping under the blanket with you, seeking your body's warmth.

"It was good" I say, smiling as I felt his arms snake around my waist and his nose tickle my neck. "All that social interaction made me want to sleep for the next 5 days though" I say jokingly, letting my eyes drift closed and my body slump said against his.

Satoru was really trying to be a good person. He knew you didn't owe him sex every single day, and he wanted to respect that. He could live without sex for one night.

2:55 am.

Satoru Gojo apparently could not live without sex for one night. He hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep and the feeling of your body pressing against his was starting to become unbearable. His eyes stared at the way that cute little pink nightgown clung to your curves so perfectly, and before he knew it, he was slowly grinding himself into your ass, seeking some sort of relief.

It just wasn't enough, Satoru needed to feel your walls milk him, he needed to hear the sound of skin slapping together.

"Y/n, sweetheart" he mumbles against your ear, causing you to stir in your sleep, a whine escaping your parted lips.

He sighs, nuzzling his head into your neck, panting slightly. His hand moves to the silky fabric resting on your thigh, and he slowly pushes it up to your tits.

His breath hitches at the sight before him. "Still wet for me, even in your sleep huh" he clicks his tongue, running his finger along your slit, before slowly pushing it into you, causing you to squirm.

"Just the tip baby" he mutters, removing his finger before pushing his boxers down, guiding himself towards your entrance. He lets out a guttural groan as your juices coat his shaft, and he's even more delighted at the popping sound created by him pushing his tip inside.

"Just the tip" he repeats to himself, squeezing his eyes closed as he relishes the sensation of you wrapped so snuggly around him.

"Just a little more" he hissed, pushing himself deeper into you, and before he knew it, he was bottoming you out while peppering kisses along your neck. His dick twitched at every little whine and moan you let out in your sleep, but he eventually found himself growing more and more tired, the intimate position serving as a source of comfort for him.

7:00 am

You woke up to feel a knot in your belly, but after a few seconds of squirming, you realized that you were feeling Satoru's dick buried inside of you.

"Good morning sweets" You hear him mumble, his head buried in your hair.

"Got a little carried away last night?" I asked with widened eyes, slightly amused at the situation occurring.

"I needed to feel you baby" He pouts, a groan escaping him as I pushed myself against him, allowing him to move deeper.

"And she needed me," he adds, referencing to your drooling and achey pussy.

"Always does" you mumble, a smile playing at your lips.

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Thanks for reading gorgeous!!

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

rrriiight i was thinking of a hualian x reader thing. the reader is a bit cold and apathetic but caring of two certain people and had been all the way through with hualian like for example, had served xie lian when he was still a prince or helped hong er from time to time. but somehow they just vanished and never came back.

surprise surprise, whilst hualian and some other gods were on a mission, they got attacked let’s say (or were in danger) and guess who came to save them? reader! and thats when it clicks for hualian. that was you. you weren’t gone. so- they never let you get away ever again.

just an idea that came to mind :D

In the Back of Your Mind

Hua Cheng x gn!reader x Xie Lian

I'm so sorry it took so long! I try to put my life updates in my bio, but I've been very busy moving houses! So I'm rlly sorry and I hope this is good!

I didn't know if you wanted reader to be a ghost or a god but I made them a ghost

Because gods don't usually disappear for like ever? Idk uhm if you don't like that just tell me and I'll edit it!

Made up a scenario that puts Xie Lian and Hua Cheng at a disadvantage

Ignore grammar mistakes

Slight OOC!!!

Made up details about reader and their life

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Xie Lian and Hua Cheng are very happy with their relationship and their life

But something's missing

Someone's missing

They haven't seen you in a very, very long time

It's been centuries actually and you still haven't shown up

But they haven't forgotten you, even though you've been missing or maybe even dead they still think about you in the back of their head.

Xie Lian misses you dearly

You had served Xie Lian during XianLe and had always been by his side.

You took your job seriously and it was your first priority to keep Xie Lian happy

You served him well and fought for him too

Your loyalty to Xie Lian was deep and everyone could see it

Everyone knew you loved him besides Xie Lian of course.

Because it was obvious! You wouldn't utter a word to anyone else

Your presence was a cold force to anyone besides Xie Lian

You were always quick to create space with anyone who came near him too.

It seemed like you couldn't care less for anyone else's problems but Xie Lian's.

Not that it mattered to you, as long as you could stay by his side it didn't matter what you were

Whether you were his servant or guard, whether you were next to him or below him, whether he used you as a step or tool.

You never minded, you'd do anything for him even if he wouldn't do those things.

You stayed by his side when Mu Qing and Feng Xin disappeare

You stayed when his palace fell

When his parents died

When Xie Lian started on a bad path

When he turned meaner, rougher, and angrier so that he wouldn't be hurt by the world again

When he grieved because he had been done wrong

You stayed with Xie Lian for as long as you could, and you loved him deeply every second of it.

But then someone took you from Xie Lian.

You never came back

Hua Cheng misses you just as dearly.

You took care of Xie Lian so well and then you just disappeared

When Hong er as caught by Xie Lian obviously he couldn't take care of Hong er by himself

But when Xie Lian was busy, everyone else was too disgusted to touch him

And Hong er didn't want to be in anyone else's arms either

You were different though, even though you were a servant like Mu Qing and Feng Xin you reacted differently

You held Hong er gently, as if the mongrel child would fall to pieces in your arms

You wouldn't let anyone touch him or try to kick him out of the palace

Always quick, you would settle a cold glare on someone if they tried to pull Hong er from your arms

Taking care of Hong er was just as serious as taking care of Xie Lian to you

You spent a lot of time with His Cheng like that

So after Hua Cheng's first death he searched and searched and searched

He never found the two of you

When Hua Cheng had finally found Xie Lian he was so excited to finally see you both again!

Even though he doesn't want to reveal his secret just yet, he hopes the two of you won't find him disgusting for his actions

But. . . You weren't there.

Don't get him wrong Hua Cheng is very happy to see one of the loves of his life after searching so long but you have never left Xie Lian's side so where are you?

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng continued their relationship and their story without you

Which was unfortunate but what could they do?

They had both tried to search for you and found you no where

Things are always changing though

🦊🪷

It was just another mission, and it should've been quick and easy. Especially since Xie Lian and Hua Cheng tagged along. Hua Cheng was only here for Xie Lian though, no one else. The mission didn't go smoothly though.

Missions rarely go smoothly when you're in the dark woods, with lots of monsters, and a heavy fog covers the forest. Not smooth at all when lower gods are bickering with Hua Cheng and Xie Lian.

They all got lost and wherever they ended up in these dark woods, had a block on the arrays. Xie Lian can't call for help or reach the heavens and neither can the other gods. What's worse! Powers are blocked too! It's like they've all stumbled upon an area of complete silence as if they were muted.

So even Hua Cheng is struggling a little bit right? Can't break the blocking energy source if you can't find it! Of course the gods all split up, leaving Xie Lian and Hua Cheng alone. It doesn't matter to Hua Cheng if his powers have been weakened or not he'll still do everything he can to protect Xie Lian from the monsters in the woods.

The more time Xie Lian and Hua Cheng stand around in the fog the more things they see. The deeper they go, the thicker the fog gets. And the thick the fog gets the more people they start to see the more things they start to see. It's not a good thing though, it's all illusions and they figured that out quickly when Hua Cheng swipes at a humanoid figure that looks just like Xie Lian.

Xie Lian doesn't have the time to solve the problem because him and Hua Cheng have a big possibility of being hurt right now. E-ming and rouye refuse to move. Hua Cheng will happily use his body and hands to defend Xie Lian if he has to though. Xie Lian says that's silly and chooses to run, dragging Hua Cheng along with him. The foggy ghosts only chase, and it's hard to run in such thick fog.

In fact the fog is so thick that eventually after running so long the ghosts give up on running after them. Xie Lian thought they were safe now but when he looks back Hua Cheng is gone.

Xie Lian shouts for him and tries to look around but the more he looks around the fog the more humanoid figures he sees. they're just. . . Fog. If Xie Lian could see Hua Cheng right now and he still wouldn't know if it was the real one.

The fog is dangerous, creating illusions of people Xie Lian already knows or things from his past, trying to trick him. He's only more lost and he doesn't know how to get out of this mess. It's actually very stressful, how does the fog know all these things, how is it forming the people he used to know and love?

Hua Cheng is in the same predicament. He wanders around the fog and at one point he thought he found Xie Lian again but when his hand wrapped around Xie Lian's arm, the figure turned in vapor. They're both lost. They're both being surrounded by crowds of foggy figures.

Just before the foggy figures are able to touch them the fog disperses though. A loud screech Is heard in the air, a sudden cold breeze blowing past Xie Lian and Hua Cheng, then the fog settles down. It turns out they weren't that far from each other at all and Xie Lian has never run into Hua Cheng's arms faster.

When they both see a foggy figure again they get nervous. One, because the fog has dispersed so they thought they were safe now. Two, it looks like you. Xie Lian already hates the fog he's already seen awful things but he doesn't want to see you like this. Not the fake you.

He can't help but tear up when 'you' try to urge him to come forward, but with the fog gone so is the blocked energy. Xie Lian shoots rouye out, trying to make the awful sight go away by rouye wraps around a surprisingly very sturdy wrist. You grip on rouye and pull Xie Lian forward a little, uttering a small "Dianxia, Hong er"

They know it's you, even though it seems so unbelievable. Xie Lian is literally jumping on you and knocking you to the ground. Hua Cheng manages to act a little more suave but he'd be a liar to say he isn't astonished. It's just a big pile of tears, embraces, and "I love you's".

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng waste no time bringing you home, they cling on to you desperately. Even if you just want to explore Paradise Manor it doesn't matter, both of them are at your side. They absolutely refuse to let you go. As if they're scared, if they look away you'll vanish again. Xie Lian and Hua Cheng just won't let that happen! They love you very much and they've missed out many years of loving and caring for you. They plan to repay all the missed affections

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Uhhhh here it is! I hope it's good 🤔 honestly I feel a little eh about this but let me know what y'all think 🖤I don't know if this is exactly what you were imagining anon but if it wasn't this make another submission in like deeper, exact details and I'll try again okay!

[episims]

Foxfire ROS

After playing Foxfire for 9 rounds I've started to feel like I could use something to nudge me out of my routines a bit! For the next round, I'm going to try how adding random scenarios to the mix feels like 😁

I didn't find any existing scenario lists to be exactly what I wanted: more gameplay prompts that leave room for interpretation, and not so many strict rules or tasks or forced drama (my sims create enough of that as it is lol).

So I cherry-picked some scenarios that I liked, edited others, and created many new ones. A shout-out to @kayleigh-83 for this list that was a great starting point!

Night out: Visit a community lot after dark.

Bring your own basket: Visit a park with family or friends.

Movie marathon: Invite friends over for movies and snacks, or go on a movie binge by yourself.

Family matters: Invite over a relative or someone you share a similar bond with.

Fits like a glove: Wear a new accessory.

Games night: Set up a board game or fire up a console for an evening. PC owners can throw a lan party.

Burn off steam: Devote a day to exercising in any form.

Playing hooky: A child or teen skips one school day.

Online friends: Spend an evening chatting over the internet.

Fence-mending: Talk to a walkby you don't know or have a low relationship with.

Fertile ground: Get a new plant to your garden or other outdoor area.

Pulling strings: Use influence to your advantage.

Tired of cooking: Order delivery for a meal.

Peculiar flavor: The sim with the least cooking points takes the cooking turn.

Sprucing up: Choose a room or space and give it a facelift.

Touch base: Call the friend you currently have the lowest relationship score with.

Dine out: Eat at a restaurant.

New hobby: Try out a hobby you haven't explored before.

Broken record: Talk about your favorite hobby to every sim you encounter during one day.

Slumber party: Invite friends for a sleepover.

Power outage: Turn off all the lights except for candles and only make uncooked meals for a day.

Cloud over a head: Argue with every sim you encounter during one day.

Old gang: Meet up with the friends you have known for the longest.

Turn up the heat: Woohoo in public.

New ink: Get a tattoo.

Fresh air: Spend a day outdoors.

Homebody: Spend a day indoors.

Got the moves: Visit a community lot to hit the dance floor or turn on a stereo at home and dance until you run out of energy.

Make the bed: Change sheets for all beds on the lot.

Health concerns: Visit or call over a doctor.

All things are transient: Sell three objects.

Odd bottle: Consume a potion from your inventory.

Dig it: Spend a day treasure hunting.

Capture it: Take a picture and hang it on the wall.

Running on fumes: Have a cup of coffee once every few hours.

Reaching enlightenment: Meditate for a day.

Sugar rush: Prepare only desserts for a day.

Clocking extra time: Spend an evening on a computer either blogging, writing, or giving financial advice.

Dressed to the nines: Go on a date in formalwear.

Pretty lights: The outdoor areas of the lot are filled with fireflies for the round.

School assignment: A child or teen collects bugs for the round.

Stealing the show: Perform with an instrument or a microphone, freestyle for tips, or breakdance in public.

Devil on a shoulder: Prank every sim you encounter during one day.

Turning the page: Negative relationship effects are reduced for 48 hours and any existing fury states are cleared (get the 'forgiving' vacation benefit).

Meeting deadlines: Job performance is increased for 48 hours (get the 'industrious' vacation benefit).

Hot stuff: The attractiveness is increased for 48 hours (get the 'je ne sais quoi' vacation benefit).

On the ball: Skill, talent badge, and homework rates are increased for 48 hours (get the 'refreshed' vacation benefit).

Scatterbrained: Skill, talent badge, and homework rates are decreased for 48 hours (get the 'jetlagged' vacation penalty).

Bonfire night: Light up a bonfire with family or with friends.

Explosive entertainment: Throw a party with fireworks.

By example: Share hobby tips or instruct someone in a hobby, or find a sim who can share tips or instruct you in one.

Score points: Visit a community lot to play arcade games, poker, don't wake the llama, mahjong, or myshuno.

Self-care: Skilling is forbidden for a day. Instead, practice recovering activities like taking bubble baths, enjoying hot tubs or hot springs, getting massages, relaxing in saunas, or sunbathing.

Feeling chipper: Compliment every sim you encounter during one day.

I'll probably add these whenever I come up with new ones. Scenario ideas are welcome!

[alornights]

⟢ habits

➜ in which ! they pick up your habits.

💌 ﹫i. midoriya, s. todoroki, k. bakguou, h. sero n. monoma, y. shindo, h shinso.

✩ 🎸 warnings﹗none.

🍓 ⟡ notes — my first ever tumblr post. woah.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ IZUKU MIDORIYA — walking around in circles while listening to music.

found you in your dorm walking in circles with headphones in, eyes staring off into space, and your arms moving every so often.

he doesn't know what to think at first so he leaves you alone (he takes a video though for blackmail.)

next day he enters your dorm your doing it again right after an hour-long training session. and all he could think was 'what the fuck' and proceeds to start giggling like a madman.

after lots of laughs on one end and fake crying on the other, he finds out that you think better when walking around, and pair that with music, you're unstoppable.

after this you freely do this in his company and tbh, he finds it both hilarious but adorable especially with your hand movements.

he decided to try out for funsies and the amount of things that were solved and created in that hour of him walking around with music is unbelievable. so he continues.

and before he knew it, he was walking around the entire dorm for an hour straight listening to music while imagining himself in a multitude of scenarios that he'd never tell a soul.

has also embarrassed himself doing that. now he has to do multiple people favors so that shit isn't leaked.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ SHOUTO TODOROKI — using hands to speak

when he first started talking to you he was overwhelmed whenever you talked because of your hand motions.

but as time when on he found it pretty cool because it just emphasized how you felt, and he liked that.

for example, the day you were ranting to him about some girl who bitched about you being fake and your hands were everywhere demonstrating how you could beat her up.

or when you're singing and would make all sorts of gestures that match the lyrics (he especially liked it when it was towards him)

he realizes that this could maybe help him express his emotions i little more after he had picked up your habit randomly one day.

used it on endeavor, the man was so confused and he was more focused on the hand motions than what the poor boy was saying.

also started using it around his friends, which went as well as it could've. because apparently, they had been using it a bit. he finally understands what they're trying to say now.

now you two have such fun ranting about things.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ KATSUKI BAKUGOU — blankly staring at people.

i mean, it's not like he didn't do this already. but it intensified after getting with you and spending way to much time with you.

whenever someone said something that made you cringe, angry, or stunned, you would slowly turn to them with the blankest stare ever, unable to form any words.

it happened to him and he was so uncomfortable.

but when it happened to others it was the funniest thing to him.

would purposely make people say dumb shit and DO dumb shit just to see you stare and your victim's reactions.

and as time went on, he unconsciously started picking it up.

you thought people were uncomfortable or scared when you did it? now imagine you AND bakugou doing it together.

he doesn't know when or how he picked it up, all he knows is that he loves using it.

midoriya starts going on a rant about heroes? he shuts up the minute bakugou starts turning his head. denki is about to say yet another dumb thing? halfway he stops knowing the look he's gonna get.

he knows better to do it to you though. tried to doing a stare off but felt even more uncomfortable that before he got the habit.

he thanks you every day for making it one of his habits.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ HANTA SERO — dancing to songs but the dance is from another song.

started when you were in his dorm and he was playing beyonce and out of nowhere you start doing the "tell me" dance. and it kept going. for every song. the same part of the dance on repeat.

it happens again during class when the class was practicing their dance skills for the festival and you just started doing a tiktok dance that somehow fits way too well with the song.

when asked all you could answer was "the beat matches."

so every time he watches you dance he somehow manages to remember the steps and unconsciously started doing the same thing as you.

got called out by his friends for doing a random kpop dance to a pitbull song when they were just hanging out.

he wants to cry and you cheer.

but he continues doing it anyways because its fun.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ NEITO MONOMA — cheeking food before eating it.

whether you're a picky eater or have allergies or just don't like certain foods, you decide to check your food always.

and monoma found that weird but interesting.

started checking your food for you whenever you couldn't and unconsciously checking his own food for both things he didn't like and things you didn't like.

was totally oblivious to this until his friends got annoyed every time he wanted to eat something of theirs.

hates but loves you for this now.

actually saved him one time at a restaurant where he checked his food and found something he was allergic to.

he thanked you so much after that !

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ YO SHINDO — mumbling but making sure others hear.

when he first met you were mumbling a lot, and most of the time you weren't even trying to hide what you were saying.

"if you couldn't get into yuuei and had to go to a no-name hero school, no room to speak. at all."

everyone around wanted to beat the shit out of you, but shindo, he found it so funny that he started laughing like a maniac.

he found you so funny that he actively sought you out afterward and started hanging out with you. yes because your funny, but mostly to see people's reactions to your mumblings

especially loves it when you shit-talk people right to their face.

he's so very conscious that he picked up your habit and takes it with glee now that he can piss people off in a funnier way.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ HITOSHI SHINSO — playing with hands.

the day after you two became friends you randomly grabbed his hands and started playing with it and cracking his knuckles.

bro was star struck, never having been one to be affectionate.

was kind of uncomfortable with it at first but didn't really say anything because he didn't really care.

but then he started enjoying the way you played with his hands and then actively started playing with your hands.

then drawing on your hand, waving your hand around, using your fingers to type on his phone, almost bit your finger once...

he got so used to it that he forgets he's in public / in front of friends and will do whatever with your hands because he's bored.

almost did it to one of his classmates and he wanted to die.

hates you for that, but loves you for introducing it to him.

[moon-alight]

Hi I'm a really big fan of &team can write

When you lock bathroom door and cry after an argument

Hello! Of course, I can. (BTW, all my inbox asks are deleted. The only ones I still have is this one and another one that was made like 5 hours ago. I don't know what happened. Please ask me again if you have more things for me to write <3)

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&Team reaction to you locking yourself up after an argument.

Warnings: angst, fluff, arguments, some cussing

Word Count: 762

-K

-He understood that you needed space but when he heard the lock on the bathroom, he got worried.

-Didn't want the argument into what it ended up being but lets be honest, you're both stubborn hot-heads. It was bound to happen.

-Feels insanely guilty after he hears soft sobs (even though you tried to hide it)

-Knocks softly on the door and rests his forehead against the wood as his heart breaks inside his chest.

-"I'm so sorry, baby. Please, open up. Please, let me hold you."

-Feels so guilty and just wants this all to end to be honest.

-Fuma

-It wasn't supposed to happen but you were both blind to the others statement so he lifted his voice a little and saw tears appear in your eyes.

-When you locked yourself up, he realized his mistake and closed his eyes as he stood alone in the living room.

-Fights with himself on what to do because on one hand he wants to give you space but at the same time, he wants to hold you close and assure you he loves you.

-Walks towards the door and thinks he's Anna so he knocks and asks you to open the door. When you don't, he sees this as you want to be alone so he leaves.

-Comes back two minutes later because he loves you and knocks again.

-Nicholas

-I also see him as a hot-headed person so beware.

-He just desperately wanted to win the argument that he forgot to listen to your side and messed but by creating a bigger problem than necessary.

-The moment he hears the lock, he calms down internally and stares at the door.

-Tries to open the door anyway but realized you actually locked yourself in.

-Apologizes as if his life depended on it because for the first time that evening he understands your point of view.

-Will be so happy and relieved when you unlock the door.

-EJ

-You had been arguing to the point where neither of you really knew what it was about anymore.

-When he hears a door shut he doesn't think much of it but when you haven't returned after like 10 minutes he panics.

-Goes to the door to hear your soft sobs and panics even more so he tries to open the door but it is locked.

-A sudden fear of you leaving because he went too far washes over him and he feels his heart almost combust from stress.

-Whispers to you from his side of the door about how you two can fix this small problem and how sorry he is.

-Has an existencial crisis but calms down immediately when you let him inside.

-Yuma

-Hothead number #3!

-Absolutely scoffs when you lock yourself inside your bedroom and waits for you to come out but you don't and he frowns.

-He hears your sobs and immediately feels guilty for how harsh he had been during the argument.

-Immediately calls EJ to ask what he's supposed to do because he is clueless.

-EJ scolds him for being an idiot before he gives advice on what to do.

-Yuma knocks softly on the door and apologizes to you for everything before you open the door and he tackles you in a hug.

-Holds you close and kisses your temple while he keeps apologizing.

-Jo

-Sorry but I cannot imagine a scenario where he would make you cry.

-If anything he would be the one locking himself up and sobbing.

-Harua (I'm sorry I forgot him! SO SORRY!)

-The moment he realized the hurtful words he had said in a fit of anger, he looks down in shame.

-When you lock yourself up, he becomes Anna from Frozen and stands in front of the bathroom door while knocking desperately.

-"Y/N?" He would call out to you and knock a couple more times. When you refuse to open the door, he turns his back against it and slides down until he sits on the ground.

-Tortures himself by listening to your sobs and soft cries from inside.

-Is ready to pick all the stars out of the nightsky to give them to you because he just desperately wants to apologize.

-Taki

-Absolutely the one to blame himself and scold himself for hurting you to the point of you locking yourself up.

-Will leave you alone for a while and wait for you to open the door before apologizing continuesly for being stubborn.

-Won't leave you alone afterwards and has his arms around you the whole time.

-Continues to apologize every few minutes just to make sure if you're still mad or not.

-Kisses your temple and cheek like twenty times. I love him.

-Maki

-Has a hard time understanding why you'd lock yourself up because he genuinly thought the argument was just brief.

-Realizes he might've raised his voice unknowingly and now feels bad about the whole argument. (I swear he wouldn't raise his voice on purpose)

-Knows when you need space and leaves you alone for a while before knocking on your door and talking to you softly.

-Apologizes for the whole fight and asks if he can at least hold you.

-When you open the door, he is so gentle and sweet with you. <3

[scoobydoodean]

WAIT WAIT WAIT pleaseeee expand on sam separating his soul himself??? i’ve literally never heard this before (i really wanna agree cause i just can’t work out how cas just did not realize he’d forgotten sam’s soul)

This is just a pet theory I have. I first suggested it here when talking to Shal about Bobby not clocking Sam as soulless. The TL;DR is that Sam has a tendency to create emotional distance to protect himself from grief and other painful emotions. Shal's careful examinations of scripts reveal that it's even in the script direction when Mary dies that "Sam disassociates". In 8.08, Sam is paralleled with Fred, who disassociated to deal with grief (I talk about Sam distancing himself from his emotions in season 8 more largely here). I've been slowly collecting (when I remember) little bits and pieces around this idea that Sam tries to distance himself from his emotions in the tag #i just stopped—named that because of 11.11 when—after being confronted by Lucifer—Sam apologizes for leaving Dean in Purgatory, saying—seeming perplexed by his own actions:

I should've looked for you. When you were in Purgatory, I... I should've turned over every stone. But I didn't. I stopped. And I've never forgiven myself for it.

So this pet theory I have is that in The Cage, to cope with the torture being inflicted on him, Sam simply separated his soul from his body. It was the most extreme possible case of dissociating from his own suffering possible.

6.22 strengthens my belief in this theory because Sam splitting into three pieces is treated as a defense mechanism. It's kind of like an Id/Ego/Superego situation, except that the pieces are soulless Sam, Sam the hunter and family man, and the Sam who remembers hell.

SOULLESS!SAM: Well, your BFF Cas brought the Hell-wall tumbling down and you, pathetic infant that you are, shattered into pieces. (he points at Sam) Piece. (he points at himself) Piece.

SAM: I - I have no idea what you're talking about. SOULLESS!SAM: Why would you? You're jello, pal. Unlike me. SAM: What are you? SOULLESS!SAM: I'm not handicapped. I'm not saddled with a soul. In fact, I used to skipper this meatboat for a while. It was smooth sailing. I was sharp, strong. That is, 'til they crammed your soul back in. Now look at you. Same misty-eyed milksop you always were. That's because souls are weak. They're a liability. Now, nothing personal, but run the numbers. Someone's got to take charge around here, before it's too late. 

Sam and soulless Sam have a power struggle inside Sam's head over who gets control. Soulless Sam is really an enforcer, trying to protect Sam from his worst memories. As we see after Sam kills him:

You think I'm bad? Wait 'til you meet the other one.

Then when Sam finds the other part of himself:

SAM: I have to know what you know. What happened in the cage? TORTURED!SAM: Trust me, you don't wanna know it. SAM: You're right. But I still have to. TORTURED!SAM: Sam, you can't imagine. Stay here, go back, find that bartender, go find Jess, but don't do this. I know you. You're not strong enough. SAM: (exhales) We'll just have to see.

Of course, one could argue that Sam's subconscious creates this scenario with soulless Sam and the Sam who remembers hell because Death told them Sam would crumble and Soulless Sam was scared of the fallout of having his soul reinstalled. But idk. I feel like it goes deeper than that, and tortured Sam and soulless Sam's attempts to protect Sam from the truth feed into that to me.

[anon-sect]

Picture source: annoyomous

Story request for @jaysox80

Jake was a regular at the gym every week at least four days out of the week. He never really paid much attention to the other gym goers until one day. He kept noticing one guy that kept looking his direction. When he would look back, the guy would quickly turn away to look another direction. It really didn't bother him much at first. Then it started to get more annoying. It was like every time he was at the gym, so was the guy. He would do the same annoying stare every time. He thought about going to a different gym, but he refused to do that just because of one person.

Things finally came to a head when he found the guy had followed him directly into the locker room. "What's up with you, dude." Jake finally questioned him, wondering what was wrong with him.

"I find you attractive, but was really shy to come speak to you." The guy spoke to Jake, still nervous.

"You could have come up to me, I don't bite. What's your name?" Jake asked back, trying to make the situation less awkward than it already was. "Name is Riley." The guy responded back. "Well, Riley, I am Jake. You have been annoying to me with constant staring." Jake decided to address the issue.

Riley wanted to make it up to him for creating an awkward situation. He honestly would do anything since he found Jake hot and attractive. "Is there anything I can do to make up for it?" He asked back.

Jake had an idea that would make up for it. He got his other phone, which was a TF phone. If the guy was so obsessed with him, he might as well give him an up close experience while getting some use out of him at the same time. "Just close your eyes for four seconds, and I will tell you how you can make up for it." He requested Riley. He watched as he closed his eyes and counted to four. With one quick flash, Riley vanished, and a pair of white socks were on the locker room floor where he once was. He picked up the socks. Just at the time, another person had walked into the locker room. Not wanting to look weird, he went and placed the socks in his gym bag as he was preparing to leave when Riley showed up in the empty locker room.

Once at his car, he pulled out his new socks. "You should thank your obsession for me, now you really get to know me personally, or at least my feet." Jake laughed as he pulled off his shoes and socks. And then put on his new socks. They felt good on his sweaty feet. He then put his shoe back on for the drive home.

Riley thought the guy was hot till he found himself literally wrapped around his feet against his will. He wanted to make up for his shyness, but not like this. He could taste the salty musk of his feet. To make his torture worse, the shoe he was imprisoned in smelled horribly of foot sweat. Even the insoles that he was pressed up against was saturated with the disgusting odor. He mentally begged for Jake to let him go, but seeing all that begging was futile. The guy couldn't hear a single thought coming from him.

Once Jake was fully settled in at home, he took off his socks. A thought came to mind. The guy was really obsessed with him to stalk him every time he went to the gym. He thought he might give him a special reward. He pulled out his cock and placed one sock over it. He began to stroke his cock, thinking about how much his feet might have tortured him on the drive home and with him just walking around in this place. Those thoughts made him horny.

Jake reach his peak and released hot cum into the sock. He thought it was so hot doing so. The sense of power he just exerted on the guy. After removing the sock, he used the other sock to further clean himself off. He began to wonder what he should do with the socks now. The awkward situation that was created was rectified.

Riley was open to a new experience as Jake jerked off in him. He thought he should have been upset over the whole scenario, but feeling that hot cum changed his mind. Maybe being socks might not be too bad. He suddenly found himself human again in Jake's place. "That was fun, being my socks, but I will let you go now." He heard Jake say. At first, he would have wanted that, but now he didn't. He wanted to be close to Jake in that way. "Please, I want to stay your socks." He pleaded to him on his knees.

Jake was surprised. He thought the guy would jump at the fact that he was being released. He was also confused. Had his feet warped his mind in that brief time? He just had to know. "Why would you want that?" He paused so that he could let Riley know just exactly what he is asking for. "Being my socks forever would mean my feet own you. I might even jerk off in you again. You will get all sweaty and smell like my feet. You sure that's what you want?" He asked to clarify his choice.

"YES, I WANT IT." Riley let him know with excitement. He knew that existence would be hard on his mind, but at least this way he could stay with Jake forever and serve a purpose. He saw him point a phone camera at him. There was a flash and he found himself flat on the floor once more. He was a pair of white socks again.

"If it's what you want, you will be my favorite pair of socks. I will wear you to the gym every time and probably almost every day. This will be my last time speaking to you. You are just socks now." Jake spoke to his new favorite pair of socks. This was the first time he had a willing victim. Riley was a comfortable pair of socks, he had to admit.

SIX MONTHS LATER.....

Jake sat in the park enjoying the sun. He took off his shoes to air out his socks. He was amazed at how long the guy had held up. Not a single hole in them even after six months. He had forgotten his name completely. All he remembered was the guy wanted to be his socks forever, and he granted his wish. It was a win-win for him, though. He managed to get rid of his stalker and gain a strong pair of socks at the same time. No complaints there. Even his socks weren't complaining. It's what it wanted. They both couldn't be much happier than this.

[lazyjellyfish300]

for the event: washing eachother’s hair with shiu? (Unrelated to the prompt but wanted to share the thought of how handsome he’d be in a light autumn coat 😭 )

Ohhhhhhh don't I know it 😭😭😭😭😭 he is sooooo very handsome he would look so fine and fancy in an autumn coat and just about anything 🔥🥰 thank you dearest nonnie for that lovely thought hehe 💕 TY for requesting 🖤💐 my Flufftober requests are open all October 🎃

"a sight right there..."

CW: xFEM!READER, suggestive, nudity, minors dni, fluff, mention of blood , smoking

Words: 1.5k

The cascade of ample raindrops on the roof of your ornate home was competing with the steady stream of free flowing water from your shower. A nighttime soak to wash away your worries and unwind slowly from another hard day of being the adored and devoted wife of Shiu Kong. Not expecting him for many hours, you took your time today and spoiled yourself in all of the best ways possible. 

Shiu opens the door,  weary and exhausted pants exiting his mouth, moving as though his limbs were made of molasses as he removed the trenchcoat with one damning stain on the front pocket, kicking off his shoes slowly at the door and trudging towards the laundry chute as he chucked his sins promptly down it. 

He combed a stressed hand through his hair and sighed as he reached for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, squeezing tightly then letting go in feeble defeat, tossing it on the counter as it could not have been ten minutes since his last partaking. He strode back to the hallway, seeking the more tangible release in the form of his adoring wife whom he surmised was indulging in an evening rinse just up the stairs. 

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The steam of the shower drapes fog around your figure as you lean back and sigh. The temperature rolling from faucet to skin and settling deep inside your bones. Unknown to you, your husband stares at you from across the bathroom, lips parted and eyes hooded as the sight in front of him works quickly to rid his head of any woes that plauged it earlier. The water trickled and hugged your contours like a creek, with you the supple earth underneath it.

His mouth practically waters as the drops chase one another, creating weeping trails until they land and roll off of the curves of you he adored so much. A literal sea goddess plucked from an island of water nymphs. The kind of body men used to start wars over. 

"Now there's a sight right there..."

You sense him without seeing him and turn with a beam as your bewitched Shiu walks up to the clear glass. 

"Hi baby, won't you join me?" 

"Gladly, dollface..." He responds as his tie is already loosened. 

You smile and watch from the warmth of the shower at the sight of your husband stripping down, a smirk on his face and a look that certainly portrays a series of scenarios going off in his mind of what he'd do when the distance was finally closed off between you. 

As he steps in, your brow temporarily falls in concern, "Honey, you've got..." 

Shiu's hand wanders to his cheek. "Dammit...." He hissed as the bloodstain coated his hand, smudging like ink. "Dammit dammit dammit....." 

"No, let me..." 

He flinches but the sureness of the grip of your hand convinces him to relax as you guided his hand underneath the water, calmly washing it away. Shiu's breath grew slower and slower as the stain cleared, bubbling down the drain. 

"You know I hate when you see me like this..." He muttered, eyes cast downward in shame. 

"And you know it doesn't bother me as much as you think it does, my love...," you retorted gently. 

The illicit nature of his profession was no secret to you. Shiu didn't think twice about getting his hands dirty before, but when you came into his life, it mortified him the idea of someone as precious and innocent as you being mixed up with the complicated messes he found himself in. So he tried to separate them, at whatever cost. But he was floored at how accepting and loving you were anyway. How much grace you afforded him and loved him like it was breathing. 

When he was clean, you hummed as your hands trailed all over his body, his frame and lean muscle you committed to memory on countless occasions across countless days yet seemed to start over anew bringing something you had not yet uncovered with it each time you embarked. 

"Close your eyes..." You hum gently as you back Shiu underneath the water before reaching for the bottle of his shampoo, cedarwood scent filling the space between the fog on the glass. It seeps into his midnight tresses of his scalp and trickles to the dark stubble on his neck, his chest. You take in the sight of your husband at peace as he gently throws his head back, succumbing to the spell of your fingers as they work into his hair, removing worry and leaving peace in their diligent wake. 

"That's nice..." His eyes stay closed as his hands run up and down your hips, loving the way the skin underneath them has turned to silk under the meniscus of the water. "You got magic in your fingertips, dollface."

"Just doing what I can to help my darling husband," you murmur. 

Soon you admire your completed handiwork as Shiu looks down at you, those deep darkened eyes like a starless night seeking the cosmos that were embedded in yours. 

"Wash mine too?" You softly request. 

"Don't need to ask me twice," Shiu whispers. 

Before he begins, he cups both sides of your neck and brings you in, uniting you with the warmth of his wet lips. Soft, tender, and unspoken as the kiss inevitably deepens, the steam of the shower and bare skin left more tantalizing by the water bringing you closer together as your tongues become a little more seeking, hands a little more exploratory. 

When you break it, a feeble whimper squeezes past his lips, mourning the loss of you. 

"That's for later, darling. The night isn't going anywhere." 

Shiu smiles at you, shaking his head and accepting his defeat with a subtle bite of his lip. "You're a damn minx, dollface." He brings you closer so your body is flush against his. "But I've always been a patient man. My turn to wash you." 

You smile and tilt your head back, taking your turn for the water to douse you completely, while the florals and marula oil of your shampoo and conditioner work in tandem with your husband's careful fingers. 

Shiu had a technique to it, somehow the crests of his knuckles were more precise and methodical while the tips of his fingers were lightweight and purposeful like a paintbrush. You could still hear the storm outside, October raindrops relentless with the arrival of the wet season, further endearing you to the warmth of the shower and the touch of your beloved Shiu. 

He hummed gently, "Your Song" by Elton John reassuring against your ear. Unknown to many, your husband could carry quite a tune, but you did not mind if that fact remained only known to you. 

 And when the embrace of the fresh sheets on your bed claimed you at last, your basset hound, Stella in a caramel blob at your feet, brewing nighttime tea, and some warming pumpkin cookies since both of you were feeling more indulgent, mindless reruns on the television, you could not sink into anything but just one another. 

"How bout we go into the city tomorrow, dollface?" He says softly as his fingers touch your nape intermittent between long drags on his cigarette. "See a movie and share that popcorn you love so much...get some pasta together." 

"Oh, I'd love that baby, could we?" 

"It's a date, baby." 

"Oh Shiu..." His name from your lips like undying melody. "You make stars fall from the sky just for me." 

Shiu grins widely. "You're such a poet baby..." His lips press against your neck, enjoying that shampoo scent that lingered there, a couple damp strands of hair by your ear tickling the edge of his nose. "You been reading too much of those romance novels." 

"That one came from me, darling." You smile. "Your love has a way of doing that. I can't help being in love with my husband." 

"My mistake, dollface." His gaze like the latent fire burning in front of you underneath your walnut mantle. "All beautiful things come from you. Everything is better after you've touched it." 

"Awhh, I see my poetry is rubbing off on you, darling." 

"Well, you lit up my world the second you walked into it, dollface. How can I be anything but the lovesick fool I am?" 

"That's a very eloquent way of saying you're getting laid tonight, but I think you knew that already." You tease. 

"There you go again, making my heart jump outside my chest." He purrs as he extinguishes his cigarette, replacing it with the calmly building flame within him. You could not tell if the smoke or the eternal pull between you was responsible for the huskyness in his voice, but it didn't matter. 

"Get closer, baby..." 

And the raindrops could not drown out the passionate love that unfolded in that room by the fire, rather the dark and sensual backdrop as the autumn night bowed into late hours, the shake of the wind prompting streaks of red, orange, and green melding among the indigo of the night to settle into a heap outside the window of your tranquil home. 

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[idyllic-ghost]

Title: Don't Forget About Me Pairing: Yeosang x reader Genre: established relationship, fluff, romance, idol au Wordcount: 4k Rating: PG 13

Synopsis: In the bustling heart of the city, two young lovers face the imminent challenge of separation. You and Yeosang haven't been dating long, but that doesn't mean that him leaving on a months-long tour is any easier—you'd even say it's harder. In the midst of you questioning your relationship, Yeosang gives you a gift to make his intentions clear.

Warnings: slight angst, feeling insecure about a relationship,

A/N: idk if yeosang and yunho still live together, i'm just going off the latest dorm update i could find😭

Disclaimer: The scenarios and depictions in my works are fictional and do not represent real-life situations. They do not aim to reflect the complexities of any culture, city, or individual. All characters are entirely fictional, regardless of names or descriptions.

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The café buzzes with the hum of conversation and the clinking of coffee cups, creating a symphony of ambient noise. Aromas of freshly ground coffee and baked pastries fill the air, mingling with the sweet scent of your latte. You sit at a small corner table, your fingers tracing the rim of a half-empty mug, the warmth seeping into your skin like a comforting embrace. Across from you, Yeosang nervously adjusts his glasses, his eyes darting between his watch and the bustling street outside.

He's wearing a cap, and the hood of his hoodie is pulled up, adding an extra layer of anonymity. His sunglasses lay readily on the table, a silent witness to his unease. You should have just gone to meet him at his place—even though you had been wanting to visit this new café with him for a while.

"Busy day?" you ask to break the tense silence, your voice barely above a whisper, blending into the background noise.

Yeosang puts his cup down, finally looking at you. His eyes are heavy with fatigue, dark circles shadowing his usually bright gaze. The weight of his exhaustion seems to press down on his shoulders, making him appear smaller, more fragile. If you were a little more confident, you would reach out to hold his hand—to comfort him.

"The usual," he murmurs, his voice weary and tinged with a hint of resignation. "Practice, meetings..."

He trails off, looking down at his mug, his shoulders slumping as if under an invisible burden. "Yeosang?"

"Hm?" He looks back up at you, and the sadness in his eyes makes your heart clench. The air between you feels heavy with unspoken words and impending heartache.

"What's wrong?"

He's breaking up with you. Someone found out, told the company, and now he's breaking up with you. The thought pierces through you, and you brace yourself for the worst.

"I'm..." Yeosang takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling heavily as he gathers the courage to speak. "We got the tour dates and... I mean, I know we'd be gone for a long time—I just didn't want to think about how long I'd be gone."

"Oh." You look down at your hands in your lap, your fingers intertwining nervously. The reality of his words sinks in, a cold wave washing over you. "That's... how long are you gone?"

"A couple months," he says, his voice barely audible, each word laden with regret. "Then we're back to Seoul for a week before going away for another couple months."

The silence is deafening. The café around you seems to quiet down, although you know it's only in your head. You want to be happy that he's at least not breaking up with you, but being away from each other for months isn't exactly better.

You look back up at him with a forced smile, trying to keep your composure. "You'll have fun," you say earnestly, though your voice wavers, betraying your true feelings. "And we can meet up the week that you're back."

"If they give me the time." Yeosang sighs and leans on the table, his fingers tapping anxiously against the wood. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? This isn't your fault." You put your hand on the table, free for him to touch if he wants to—but not so forward as to reach out yourself. "You have to work—you like your work. I don't want to ruin it for you."

"You're not ruining anything." Yeosang sits up straighter, stumbling over his words. He takes your hand, and your heart soars at the contact, a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty. "Please, don't think that... I'll just miss you."

Then call me every day—facetime, text, send pictures...

"We'll see each other in a couple months, I'm sure it'll be okay!" You squeeze his hand before letting go to drink the last of your coffee, the warmth now a distant memory.

You can't even get out the words "I'll miss you, too," the tears stuck in your throat are already threatening to come out.

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It takes a few days before you can see Yeosang again. By then, the tour has been announced, and you find yourself obsessively studying the tour dates next to your own calendar, scrutinizing every detail to see if you have enough days off to potentially travel to see him. Your mind races with possibilities, each one more uncertain than the last.

As the loading screen appears when you click to the next page, you catch your own reflection on your screen. Your eyes look tired, worry lines creasing your forehead, a testament to the sleepless nights you've spent fretting over the impending separation.

"This is stupid," you mutter to yourself, your voice filled with frustration, and click away from the tour dates before the screen could finish loading.

The what-ifs swirl around your mind, a relentless tide of doubt. What if he doesn't want to see you while he's on tour? The thought gnaws at you, and you'd rather stay at home than risk annoying him. Your eyes drift to your calendar, landing on the date marked at the very end of the month. Almost six months of dating. If you remember correctly, he'll be away when your anniversary date arrives—you try not to think about it, but the thought lingers like a shadow.

Your doorbell rings, jolting you from your reverie. You shoot up out of your chair, your heart pounding in anticipation. As you walk over to the front door, you fix your hair and readjust your clothes, trying to compose yourself. Your hand lands on the handle, and you take a deep breath before opening the door.

Yeosang stands there, a warm smile spreading across his face as soon as he sees you. He engulfs you in a hug before you can let him inside. You nuzzle your face closer into his shoulder, breathing in his comforting scent, a mix of his cologne and something uniquely him. He squeezes you extra hard, as if trying to convey all his feelings through that single embrace, before letting you go. That's when you notice it.

"You dyed your hair!" Your hands reach up to his head, threading your fingers through his hair.

"Do you like it?" he asks shyly, his eyes shining with hope.

It's a sweet, hazel brown color that complements his eyes perfectly. You can't help but smile as you run your fingers through his soft locks, feeling the silky texture against your skin.

"I think," you say, letting your hands fall to his shoulders, "that I need to update my lockscreen now."

"You like it that much?" He grins proudly, and you feel the butterflies letting loose in your stomach when he puts his hands on your hips.

You nod, your face turning serious. "It's adorable."

He smiles and leans in to press a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth—a silent "thank you." Your cheeks flush, and you quickly pull away from him. Just as he's about to say something else, you get a message. With a quick apology, you pull your phone out of your pocket to check it. Seeing as it was nothing urgent, you go to put it back down, but Yeosang stops you. He points to your screen.

"You still like that one, right?" he asks, referring to your lockscreen.

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and you look down at your phone again. It's a black-and-white photo of him, leaning against his hands and sending the camera a cheeky wink—his, then blond, hair messily falling over his forehead. It's your favorite.

"Of course," you say. "Why?"

"No reason..." He clears his throat and turns away from you, moving further into your apartment. "Did you order take-out, or should I?"

The two of you settle into your normal routine: sitting by the TV and eating take-out together. Now, the fried chicken boxes stand empty on your coffee table, and the two of you have slowly gathered up the courage to snuggle closer to each other. You like taking it slow with Yeosang—but it's kind of impossible to avoid. Neither of you wants to take the first step to initiate something, yet the unspoken longing hangs in the air between you.

You're content now, though. Your head rests comfortably on his chest, your legs thrown over his lap, and he's slowly playing with your hair. The movie is still playing, and from what you can tell, Yeosang is still paying attention to it. You, however, are transfixed with the way his heart drums against his chest. Slow and steady beats—thump, thump, thump...

You turn slightly, moving your head from his chest and placing your hand there instead. As you look up at him, you feel his heartbeat quicken under your touch.

"Are you staying the night?" you ask, your voice soft and hopeful.

"I have an early schedule tomorrow," he mutters and, when he sees your face fall, quickly adds, "But I can meet up with you again tomorrow night."

"Aren't you leaving the morning after that?"

"I leave in the afternoon, so there's no rush," he says, his voice soothing. "You can come over and spend the night, if you want to."

His heartbeat beats even faster, and you smile. "That sounds nice."

With much reluctance, the two of you move from the couch so that Yeosang can get ready to go home. While Yeosang is in the bathroom, you decide to take his bag and carry it to the hallway. However, clumsy as you are, you manage to knock it over. Out of the bag falls a black box, tied together with a red ribbon. You pick it up, noticing the piece of paper tucked under the ribbon. It's too big to be a ring box, so you allow yourself to calm down ever so slightly. Maybe it's just a gift he got from someone.

But when Yeosang comes back, his expression tells you something else. His eyes widen in horror as he sees you holding the small jewelry box. With quick steps, he's beside you and takes the box from your hands.

"You weren't supposed to see that yet..." he mutters, his cheeks flushing a deep red.

"It's for me?" you question, your smile widening.

Yeosang thinks you look like a puppy who's heard the word "treat," and he can't help but smile back. His shoulders relax, and he hands you the box back.

"I went to grab it today, that's why I was a little late." You let your fingers glide over the soft material of the ribbon. "I was going to give it to you before I left for the tour."

"What is it?" You go to undo the ribbon, but he quickly stops you.

"Don't open it yet." His cheeks are tinted pink, and he refuses to look you in the eye. "Open it after I've left."

"Not even the note?" you ask.

"Not even the note." He lets out a nervous chuckle. "It's meant to be for when I'm gone."

You narrow your eyes at him as if you could figure out what's in the box by looking at him. "Alright... I will."

"Thank you," he murmurs and presses a kiss to your cheek. "I really have to go."

Yeosang grabs his bag, and you're left standing in your living room with a box in one hand and holding your cheek where he had kissed you with the other.

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You try so hard to distract yourself from the box, but it's nearly impossible. Working from home has its perks, but with the box sitting innocuously on your bedside table, your curiosity keeps getting the better of you. Each time you pass it, your eyes inevitably wander to the neatly wrapped present, the ribbon’s delicate bow taunting you with its mystery.

It’s just past one in the afternoon when you finally succumb to temptation. You tell yourself it’s only a quick peek at the note inside. But as soon as you loosen the ribbon, it seems only natural to lift the lid and see what lies within. After all, how could you resist?

The note is the first thing you see, its edges crisp and its handwriting perfectly elegant. “Don’t forget about me,” it reads. The simple message is enigmatic, and you squint at it, flipping it over to check for any hidden clues or additional writing. Finding nothing more, you shrug and turn your attention to the contents of the box.

Nestled on a plush red cushion is a silver necklace, its chain glinting in the light. At the center of the chain is a heart-shaped locket. Your fingers tremble slightly as you lift the necklace out of the box. You fumble with the clasp, finally managing to open the locket. A soft gasp escapes your lips when you see the photo inside—it’s a miniature version of the same picture that had been your lock screen until recently. You had just changed it to a new picture of Yeosang with his updated hair color.

The sight of the tiny image of your boyfriend, his mischievous wink captured perfectly, makes a smile spread across your face. The locket holds an intimacy and warmth that makes your heart flutter.

Later that evening, you arrive at Yeosang's dorm, proudly wearing the necklace. As you approach the door, Yunho greets you with a friendly smile and opens it wide.

“Yeosang, they’re here!” Yunho calls out, then turns back to you with a more subdued tone. “I’m heading out for drinks with some friends. You two have the place to yourselves tonight.” He gives you a playful wink and a charming “goodbye” before practically sprinting towards the elevator.

As soon as the door closes behind him, Yeosang appears, his presence instantly drawing your attention. He’s clad in the cozy hoodie you got him for his birthday, and his smile is a mix of bright excitement and shyness.

“Hi, baby,” he greets warmly, his arms extending for a hug. But before you can fully embrace him, his eyes are drawn to the necklace hanging around your neck. His gaze fixes on the locket, and you feel your fingers instinctively reach up to fidget with it, your cheeks flushing with a shy smile.

“Sorry,” you mumble. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

Yeosang’s face turns a deep shade of red as he realizes you’ve read his note. Embarrassment sweeps over him, and he quickly covers his face with the sleeves of his hoodie. You gently try to pry his hands away, your heart aching at his reaction.

“It was sweet!” you insist, though your voice is laced with giggles. “I really liked it!”

Despite your reassurances, Yeosang’s embarrassment is evident. He finally removes his hands from his face, his ears still flushed with a soft pink hue. “You said you wouldn’t,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a pout.

“I don’t understand why you wanted me to wait…” you reply softly, a hint of confusion in your tone. “Did I upset you?”

Yeosang shakes his head, taking a deep breath to compose himself. “I wasn’t expecting you to open it right away. I wanted you to do it later because... I thought it might come off as a bit cheesy. You don’t usually initiate romantic gestures, so I was worried you’d find it silly.”

His words come with a pout that is both endearing and heartbreaking. It dawns on you that he’s been holding back, concerned about how you might perceive his gesture. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a warm embrace, and for the first time in a while, you lean in and kiss him first. His hands settle on your lower back, drawing you closer.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as you pull away. “I didn’t know I came off as cold.”

“Not cold—just... indifferent, maybe?” His fingers nervously toy with the hem of your shirt. “I wanted you to tell me you’d miss me before I left.”

Your heart sinks at his confession. “I will miss you,” you admit. “I didn’t say it out loud because I thought it might seem clingy.”

“I want you to be clingy,” Yeosang confesses softly, his voice full of longing. “I want you to hold on a little longer when we hug goodbye. I want you to reach for my hand. I want you to kiss me whenever you feel like it, without holding back. It’s okay to be clingy, because I want you to know just how much I love you.”

You’re breathless, overwhelmed by his heartfelt confession.

“And I do love you,” he adds, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. “Very much.”

“I love you, too.” The words spill out before you have a chance to think them through.

“Good,” he murmurs, his eyes lighting up with relief and happiness. “Can we watch a movie now? I’ve set everything up in the other room.”

“… Can we cuddle?” you ask timidly, your heart full.

“Of course,” Yeosang replies, his smile beaming with pride.

“Then, yes,” you say, your smile reflecting his joy.

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The day before your six-month anniversary with Yeosang dawns bright and full of anticipation. You navigate through the bustling corridors of LAX, your heart racing with excitement. The airport’s usual hum seems to fade as you focus on the surprise you’ve meticulously planned for him, with a little help from his fellow Ateez members.

A driver is waiting for you by the pick-up area, holding a sign with your name in bold letters. After a quick exchange of pleasantries, you’re whisked away in a sleek black car, the cityscape of Los Angeles blurring past the window. The drive feels endless, but your eagerness propels you forward.

The car eventually pulls up to the stadium, its exterior imposing and grand. Inside, the cavernous space is empty, save for the few staff members setting up for the evening's soundcheck. The massive seats are all vacant, and you envision them soon to be filled with eager fans in their designer outfits, cheering for their idols.

You’re escorted by the manager to the backstage area, which is located just beside the edge of the stage. With your VIP pass hanging proudly around your neck and the heart locket resting gently against your chest, you feel a rush of exhilaration. The jet lag that usually weighs heavily on travelers seems to evaporate, replaced by the electric buzz of excitement that keeps your nerves on edge.

As the members of Ateez finish their song, the room is filled with the hum of voices and the shuffling of feet. One of the staff members approaches them, instructing them to take a break. The members nod and make their way to the edge of the stage, their casual attire a stark contrast to the glamorous outfits they’ll don for the concert. Each of them flashes you a grin as they pass, their excitement visible.

You’ve managed to keep this surprise under wraps flawlessly. You even told Yeosang to call you on your anniversary so you could celebrate virtually, ensuring he had no inkling of what was in store. As you watch him approach, you can see the moment he realizes what’s happening.

“Y-You—” He halts abruptly, his eyes widening in disbelief. The murmur of amusement from the staff behind you only adds to the mounting anticipation. “What are you doing here?”

Without another word, Yeosang dashes towards you, his arms outstretched. He sweeps you into a tight embrace, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. You squeal in surprise, your arms wrapping around his neck as he holds you securely. His warmth is intoxicating, and you plant a few tender kisses on his neck, savoring the closeness.

“Happy early anniversary,” you whisper into his ear, your voice tinged with affection. He clutches you even tighter, his embrace conveying all the love and gratitude he feels.

When he finally sets you down, he pulls back just enough to look at you with a mixture of wonder and joy. “I was so looking forward to our call tomorrow... I don’t even know what to say—this is so much better.”

He draws you in for another hug, and you laugh softly, feeling a sense of pure contentment. “I wanted to surprise you,” you reply, your heart swelling with happiness.

“You definitely did,” Yeosang murmurs, trying to loosen his hold.

“Can you hug me a little longer?” you ask, your voice soft and pleading.

You feel his smile against your neck as he agrees. “Of course.”

From your vantage point backstage, you watch the performance with a beaming smile, captivated by the sight of your boyfriend in his element. The highlight of the evening is when he dashes off the stage and heads straight toward you, sweat glistening on his forehead but his smile undiminished. You embrace him once more, the warmth of his body against yours a comforting contrast to the cool air of the stadium.

After the concert, the excitement of the evening lingers in the air as you and Yeosang make your way to the hotel. The lobby of the hotel is adorned with elegant decor—chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow and plush seating areas inviting relaxation. You had reserved a separate room for yourself, but Yeosang’s insistence that you stay with him overrides your plans. His hand remains firmly clasped around yours, his touch reassuring and steadfast as he navigates the hotel's polished marble floors and labyrinthine corridors.

The corridor leading to his room is softly lit, with dim sconces casting gentle shadows on the walls. The faint sound of distant laughter and the muted hum of the air conditioning provide a comforting backdrop as you follow Yeosang. His presence is a steady anchor amidst the whirlwind of the night’s events, and his warmth seeps through the touch of his hand wrapped around yours.

When you reach Yeosang’s room, the door swings open to reveal a cozy, dimly lit space. The soft glow of bedside lamps and the faint scent of lavender emanating from the pillows create an inviting atmosphere. Yeosang, weary but content, quickly heads to the bed, collapsing onto it with a deep sigh of relief. The luxurious linens and fluffy pillows offer a stark contrast to the hectic energy of the concert.

As he settles into the bed, you move with deliberate care, preparing for a quiet night. You gently help him out of his clothes, your fingers brushing against his skin as you assist him into comfortable sleepwear. The intimacy of the moment is amplified by the softness of the sheets and the calming ambiance of the room.

You then pull the covers up over him, smoothing them with tender care. You brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, your touch light and affectionate. His eyes are already fluttering shut, exhaustion etched into his features. You curl up beside him, the warmth of his body providing a soothing contrast to the coolness of the room. Even as he drifts off, he instinctively turns towards you, his arms reaching out to hold you close, seeking the comfort of your presence.

In the stillness of the night, you drift into a restful sleep, cradled by the sound of his steady breathing. The tranquility of the room envelops you both, a sanctuary from the whirlwind of the concert.

The next morning, you awaken to the gentle pressure of Yeosang’s arms wrapped tightly around you. His embrace is firm and secure, a protective cocoon that shields you from the world. You snuggle closer, the soft fabric of his t-shirt brushing against your cheek. Your fingers glide over the fabric, tracing soothing patterns as you bask in the comfort of his embrace.

“Good morning,” Yeosang’s voice comes out as a muffled murmur against the top of your head, warm and filled with sleepiness. The gentle rumble of his voice is like a comforting lullaby, grounding you in the moment.

“Good morning,” you respond, your voice soft and wrapped in contentment. “I slept so well... and you?”

“The best sleep I’ve had in months,” he confesses, his voice tender and heartfelt. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, a silent promise of his affection.

“Happy anniversary,” you whisper back, your voice imbued with love and sincerity. In the serene morning light, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside fades away.

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[after-witch]

“ You know Shiggy, I would have gone on a date with you if you just asked.”

note: yandere, kidnapped reader

--

He pauses the game. That, on its own, is unusual. There's a buzzing sort of quiet in the room, punctuated by the hum of the mini-fridge and his shallow breathing.

But he unpauses it just as quickly, and the room is once again filled with the discordant noise of gunfire and explosions and distant complaints of fellow gamers over their mics.

"Well I didn't ask," he says, voice just a little more remote now, fingers flying over the controls. "So I don't know why you're nagging me about it."

You roll your eyes and fall back on the bed. He's got your legs in his lap while you lay behind him on a pillow, a "compromise" from when you complained about feeling too stiff to sit in his lap for hours on end.

You're tired of watching him game, tired of it being so dark, tired of being here.

What if you weren't? What if things had been different, after all?

"I think... I would have asked you to meet me at a cafe." You stare up at the ceiling, at a water stain that mercifully never grew any bigger. "Somewhere out of the way, so it wouldn't be super busy, and we could talk but it wouldn't be totally awkward."

The date shows up, blurry and vague, in your imagination as you continue to talk to yourself, imagining a scenario in which you weren't kidnapped by an online dating match who turned out to be a villain with a terrible Quirk.

"I would have ordered us some food to share. And I'd ask you what you wanted to drink, and you would have murmured that you didn't know, so I would have recommended something. Not too sweet, because I don't think you'd like that."

You don't notice that he's shifted on the bed, turning his body to watch as you create this fantasy date.

"We'd be a little awkward at first, but, eventually you'd open up. You'd say something funny--well you know, like, dark humor--and I'd laugh and you'd sit a little closer. I wouldn't mind, and maybe I'd scooch closer to. When it got too crowded, I'd suggest heading out somewhere else. The park, maybe."

You try to imagine where it would go from there. It's hard, considering where things actually went.

"And... we'd go out on another date. And another one. And at some point I'd take a selfie of myself with your phone so it could be your background. And you'd pretend to be annoyed, but you'd like it, I think. You'd ask if you should do the same with my phone, and I'd say i'd rather have a photo of us together instead, and..."

You don't know where to go from there, because the fantasy is hard to keep up, and it's starting to crack.

"I don't know," you say. "I don't know what would happen after that."

You didn't even realize that he'd paused the game again. Not until you're suddenly aware that all you can hear is the hum of the room, his unsteady breathing, which you can almost feel in your legs, pressed on either side of his waist.

You flick your gaze up towards him and he's got his mouth pressed down, his eyes boring into you. Thinking. Waiting.

"Doesn't matter," he says finally, voice firm and matter-of-fact. He turns back to the game. "I didn't ask, and none of that happened."

No, you think. No, it didn't.