#i wrote this at midnight so sorry if its all over the place i want to sleep

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

It's ✨ speculation time ✨

See, if Sano grandpa hadn't been there, Shinichiro and Mikey would've ended up in an institution and could've been separated

Perhaps Mikey never thought about it - he had no reason to - but what about Shinichiro? When Emma comes to their home and she talks about her big brother and he goes to see Izana and-

Izana has no family left, and that could've been Shinichiro (it's not a fair comparison - especially not when Shinichiro can come see his mom whenever he wants)

Shinichiro sees himself in Mikey, at least a bit, and knows Mikey will be greater than him - hence he wants to be there to help Mikey no do great mistakes like he maybe did back then during Black Dragon. And once again I'd like to mention Shinichiro only left Black Dragon for Mikey and would have stayed if not for him + would have gone far deeper into illegality - this boy became a delinquent to cope with his father's death and change of lifestyle.

So what if he saw himself in Izana as well?

He went to see Izana with perhaps little to no information on him - we don't even know how he figured out where Izana was. Did he know right off the bat Izana wasn't his (or Emma's) biological brother? The answer to these questions do not matter here, sorry for that.

Did he think Izana thought of Emma the same way he thought of Mikey? He perhaps went to see him after Emma opened up to them and talked about Izana - did he go see Izana for Emma? To make her happy? After all, that's what he says in her chapter-backstory: 'I want to make her smile' and even if Mikey did succeed to make her open up at the end, Shinichiro himself needed to do something to get closer to her.

But then. Izana's main thing is that he (feels) is alone. We don't know how Shinichiro dealt with his father's death+his mother's extended hospitalization+his lifestyle going from 'typical citizen life' to 'living with grandfather, having to raise siblings as a teen, being a delinquent' but it's clear he relied on Mikey('s well-being) a lot. Mikey is the only thing he has left from his previous normal life (aside from Takeomi) and without him he'd have felt way lonelier.

So what did he never make Izana and Emma talk again?

Well first, I won't give you the canonical answer, I don't have it, second — to learn to know someone, you have to share a point in common you can talk about, right?

If Shinichiro thought Shinichiro&Mikey's relationship = Izana&Emma's relationship, what else could he have talked about? He knows Mikey better than Emma, and Izana knows Emma but not Mikey. If Shinichiro wanted to share things about Mikey so that Izana get to know him a bit (even without meeting him) and if he wanted that by doing that Izana will talk about Emma... well that completely backfired we know that, but I don't think that implausible. Shinichiro's not perfect, he messes up – he's human like any other character.

After Izana's 'stop talking about Manjiro, my head hurts because of him', Shinichiro stepped back from talking about Mikey (supposedly). He tries at some point to tell Mikey about Izana ('what would you think if you had another big brother?') but without talking clearly about Izana – he's still not sure about how to do it

He doesn't know if he can talk about Izana with Emma either. She progressively stopped talking about him and the last time she saw him she was 3. Does she remember him? If yes, how much? Not much, right? Emma was the same age Mikey was when their father died, Mikey doesn't remember their father, sure Emma would want to see Izana again, just like Mikey would like to see their father again but at the end of the day they know how to live without them, don't they, because they do not have much memories about them whereas Shinichiro remembers his dad and Izana remembers Emma and and— and next thing Shinichiro knows, Izana pushed someone to suicide and ended up in Juvie.

Shinichiro is Black Dragon's leader and founder, he knows a lot of people and a lot of them did messed up things, because they could, because they had to, because they had no other choice, because they didn't know better... But it's his younger brother here

And it gets even worse after Izana gets out and Shinichiro tells him Black Dragon is first and foremost for Mikey. Izana becomes Black Dragon's leader and twists Black Dragon's essence and image. But Shinichiro doesn't do much to stop it – he doesn't really know how to connect to Izana, and he certainly doesn't know how to make Izana (who doesn't react when Shinichiro tries to talk to him about Emma) connect to Emma and Mikey (especially not with the current situation and the past few years)

But there's something deeper than this

Because that's it, what Izana made of the 8th generation is what could have been the 1st.

Izana acts just like Shinichiro could've acted if he didn't have Mikey (and it becomes even worse after Izana figures out he isn't related by blood to any of them). Discovering delinquency, going in it, getting beat up, trying to find connections, trying to find a way to make the anger and pain stop — without his father, Shinichiro gets into delinquency (he can still withdraw), without Mikey, Shinichiro falls even deeper (he cannot return from it).

And somewhere, Shinichiro doesn't want Izana (whom he failed, and failed again) and Mikey (who only sees Shinichiro as perfectly imperfect) to meet – first of all, because Izana will lose it, and second of all, because you can't convince me Shinichiro would be okay with Mikey finding out about any of his mistakes

Still, Shinichiro loves his brothers and his dream is to take care of S.S Motors the three of them together. If Izana wants a family related by blood, then he'll go find Izana's mother to the Philippines (did he succeed? Most likely not. But he got the two Babus – one for Mikey's upcoming birthday and the other for Izana once he'd have find a way to make up for last time, maybe)

His dreams are cut short as he finds death and karma and one question lingers in my mind —

Where the heck is Izana in the original timeline.

It was ✨speculation time✨

[miiyas]

MEND (soz, ma)

what do you do if toji snaps during an argument and breaks your favorite flower vase

wc: 978, angst to fluff, gn reader, tw is in the summary it’s nothing much, i lowk hate the way i wrote reader soz not soz, not proof read

toji does his best not to angry at you. he really, really does. but this argument has been squeezing his brain like a knotted muscle, something he couldn’t relax or sooth. and now, his usual patience has worn thin, and with a sudden, swift move, he shatters the flower vase closest to him, big arms taking up the whole proximity.

you flinch back, freezing with terror in your eyes as you watch water pool on the ground, hearing heavy breathing from your boyfriend. his eyes are covered up partly with his eyes and his big hands clutch on the nearest furniture, hunching his back over. not even a minute passes before he straightens his back and walks towards the small genkan, slipping his shoes on before leaving without another word, leaving you to deal with the scraps of glass and flower petals scattering on the ground.

toji doesn’t return until three and a half hours later, some time after midnight. the jingle of his pair of keys echo in the dark entryway, head hanging low as he watches himself slowly take off his shoes next to your smaller ones. he scoots them a little closer with the side of his feet, gazing down at the difference in style and size for a moment before stepping in. he brings a hand towards the wall to flick on the soft glow of the hallway lights, casting a shadowy path towards the kitchen. his other hand holds a small grocery bag gently rustling in his hands. it spills out with a bouquet (he did his best to find whatever store was open, staying for a good twenty minutes searching for pretty flowers that had even the smallest hint of your favorite color) and two new flower vases similar to the ones he had shattered.

fushiguro is already placing the bag down by the small, circular dining table, stripping the flowers out of its plastic with whatever quietness he could make and cuts the stems at the inch and angle you always scold him to cut it at. without any haste in his movement, he carefully arranges the two vases with whatever creative talent he had. he pulls back a chair and sits heavily, not minding the creak of it. no, he’s too focused on the two vases anyways. and how he should apologize. fuck, he should apologize right now. wake you up and literally go on his knees.

he leans back on the backrest, running a hand through his hair as his vision blurs and sees the world upside down. and just as he’s almost convinced that his eye sight has gotten worse, he sees your figure standing a few feet away from him. he stumbles in his seat before quickly getting on his feet, a hand gripping on the backrest as if he was about to pass out, needing it for support.

“… you okay ?” you whisper shyly, fingers twisting the hem of your sleepwear. toji notices the croak of your voice and the way your under eyes have puffed up and reddened, and he swallows a thick lump down his throat. despite it all, you’re still so kind to him. a pure angel.

“… yeah.”

“mm.”

you’re eyes flickered over towards the two vases, vibrant hues of flower petals shining beneath the light. your swallow back a shaky voice, but your remaking bottom lip doesn’t defend you.

“you bought new ones ..?”

“‘m so sorry, ma.”

your choke out a sob, bringing the back of your hand up to your eyes to wipe them gently, salty tears spilling out as you try to stop them, not wanting your eyes to be even puffer than they already were. toji catches the sight of your bandaged fingers and he takes a stride forward. than another. and another. and another until his big arms wrap around your smaller frame as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple.

“‘m sorry, ma. promise ‘ya i am.” he can feel you shake your head on his chest, trying to speak out a sentence without stumbling on your words. you know he isn’t good with his words, he’s never been. toji’s too cocky for his own good, and sometimes, in times of need like this, it becomes his biggest enemy.

“‘m sorry, ‘ji, i was talking and talking and—”

“nah, don’worry. ‘like it when you yell at me, anyways.” he pulls back slightly to see your face, all red and snot dripping down your nose as you fanned your face with a hand. toji grins slightly, bringing a big, calloused hand on your face to wipe off the fat tears away from your cheeks. “deserved it, didn’t i ?”

“no ..”

“well, i think i did. i broke your favorite vase ‘n everything.” he bends his back slightly to press a gentle kiss on your cheekbone, tucking in your hair with unfamiliar gentleness. that gets a weak chuckle out of you, but it was good enough for toji.

“… maybe you did deserve it.”

“yeah, maybe.” another gentle kiss is placed on your cheek, quickly trying to reduce the amount of tears in your glossy eyes. “flowers aren’t gonna fix it, isn’t it.”

you wipe the drool of snot away from your nose and toji grabs the edge of his t-shirt and lifts it slightly to wipe away your wet cheeks, crunching down a frown as he sees you stain his shirt with your mucus.

“it fixed a bit of it.” you sniffle out, giving him a weak smile before glancing back at the bundle. the table is messy and the air smells like a greenery, but that’s okay. well, maybe not okay. you’ll give toji a good smack on the head that’ll leave a bump for a few days and ban him to the couch for a while, but this is a step.

[keeryhours]

new year’s magic - eddie munson

Eddie Munson x female! reader

Masterlist

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Summary:

You and Eddie meet up at Steve’s annual New Year’s party

Warnings:

Drinking, kissing

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N:

Happy New Year to all of you!! I hope 2025 is the best yet! This is just a short little oneshot I wrote to celebrate. I hope you like it! And thank you again @punkrockmlchael for my banner ily!

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Steve Harrington’s New Year’s party was in full swing, living up to its reputation for another year. The music was loud, the alcohol was flowing, and it was nearing midnight.

You stood awkwardly to the side, a mixed drink in a red solo cup clutched tightly in your hand. This wasn’t really your scene, but Steve insisted on your presence. You had rolled your eyes when he first brought it up, but as you always did when it came to Steve, you eventually gave in.

Now he had effectively abandoned you, which you couldn’t really blame him for because it was his party after all. But you weren’t close with these people, you didn’t know how to talk to them. You were debating heading out early, before the countdown even happened - because who was going to kiss you at midnight? No one yet again, that’s who.

You were brought out of your thoughts by a hand on your lower back. You jumped, some of your drink splashing over the rim of your cup and onto your dress. “Shit!”

“Jesus, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You looked up and immediately softened when you saw those brown doe eyes looking back down at you, wild curls framing his smiling face.

“It’s okay, it’s not that bad,” you said, face flushing red as you reached for some paper towels on the kitchen counter.

“Here, let me help you,” Eddie said, quickly taking the paper towels from your hands and dabbing at your dress with them. Thankfully not much had spilled - your outfit certainly wasn’t ruined. You stood there as Eddie wiped at the fabric over your boobs for an awkwardly long time. Once he was satisfied, he shoved the wet towels into the trash can. “Good as new!”

You looked down at your little black dress - you couldn’t tell anything had been spilled on it at all. You smiled back up at Eddie. “Thanks. My hero.”

Eddie chuckled, a hand on the back of his neck. “I don’t know if I can qualify as your hero when I was the one who scared you in the first place.”

“Oh, no,” you said, not wanting your friend to feel bad. “I just wasn’t expecting anyone to come talk to me.”

Eddie looked around at the crowd. “Not exactly your scene, eh?”

“Definitely not,” you admitted, taking a sip of your drink. “I didn’t think it was yours, either.”

Eddie shrugged, giving you a sheepish grin. “It’s not. But Harrington wouldn’t leave me alone about it, and I figured, could be fun?”

“Are you having fun?” You asked, eyebrows raised at him over the rim of your cup.

“I am now that I’m talking to you,” he smiled. Your cheeks heated even more, looking away from him and into the contents of your drink.

“I’m not exactly the most fun person at this party,” you mumbled. Honestly, you still weren’t even sure how you and Steve Harrington had become friends in the first place. He never even noticed you all through high school, but when you started working at Family Video with him and your best friend Robin (who insisted he was a changed man and wasn’t King Steve anymore), you just hit it off. You had been close friends ever since.

You met Eddie when your close friend insisted you meet her new boyfriend, Gareth, and his D&D buddies. You were shy and dreaded meeting new people, but you were also into fantasy and games, so you agreed.

Eddie became one of your best friends immediately. He invited you into Hellfire - something that was sacred and rare, as your friend and Gareth filled you in - and you became a regular in their campaigns. Eddie was even in the process of helping you come up with your own campaign to DM for the club, which again, was sacred and rare and shocked the rest of the group to their core.

But Eddie had a soft spot for you.

Maybe there was something else there, too.

You had had a crush on Eddie since you first met him. How could you not? He was just cool, liked fantasy, liked D&D, loved metal music and could play guitar (which was so, so hot). He even played guitar for you a few times, which had your heart melting.

Just like it was now with him standing so close to you.

“It’s time for the countdown!” Steve called loudly from wherever he was, and the whole party cheered. Everyone shuffled into the living room where the large TV was on. You and Eddie stayed back in the corner, away from most of the chaos.

The Times Square ball filled the screen. As it began its descent, the whole party cheered along with the countdown.

“10! 9!”

Eddie shuffled a little closer to you, but you were sure it was just because of the crowd.

“8! 7!”

You took the last sip of your drink, sitting it on the table to the side of you. You’d clean it up later.

“6! 5!”

You felt Eddie place a hand on your hip. It sent an electrical current through your body, making you shiver. His calloused fingertips were pressed against the bare skin peeking through your sheer dress. He smelled like beer and cheap cologne. It was nice.

“4! 3!”

Eddie turned you to face him with his hands on your hips. You looked up at him wide eyed. Your body was humming with excitement and nerves as you looked into his eyes, searching for what he was planning behind that smirk.

“2!”

He pulled your body flush against his. You gasped.

“1! Happy New Year!”

Eddie leaned down and pressed his lips against yours as cheers and noise makers went off around the room. You think your heart might have stopped for a moment. His lips captured yours with a confidence you didn’t fully expect from him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as your knees went weak and you shared the tender yet heated kiss. You tangled your fingers in the hair at the base of his neck as he pressed his body impossibly closer to yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you happily let him in.

“Get a room, you two!” Steve yelled jokingly, laughing from across the room. “But also, about time!”

Eddie pulled away and you knew you were red as a tomato with how hard you were blushing. Eddie pushed a strand of hair behind your ear as he grinned down at you. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Me too,” you admitted, which made Eddie chuckle.

“You know, they say that whatever you’re doing when the clock strikes midnight, that’s what you’ll be doing all year.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He leaned in, placing a kiss to your cheek before his lips reached your ear. “Be my girlfriend, maybe? So we can do this all year?”

You giggled, the biggest smile covering your whole face. “I would love that.”

Steve erupted into cheers and claps again, waving his noisemaker in the air. “That’s what I love to see! Magic always happens at the Harrington New Year’s party!”

[hyperfixationhobo]

So guess who decided to brush off their writing skills? This bitch that's who. And man, I remembered why I stopped in the first place. But I finished it cause the idea wouldn't leave me alone and my job is so fucking boring so I hope you enjoy!!!!! Also sorry if my writing is rusty, it’s been years since I last wrote fanfiction.

TW!!: Mentions of hinted child death and pre-panic attacks!!! Proceed with caution!!!

In a Heartbeat

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Rafayel hums under his breath as he strolls into Akso Hospital near midnight. He’s not one to be out and about at this time, especially on a day when his inspiration is running rampant, but he received a text from Zayne asking for him to come over. He waved at the receptionist and avoided the nurses as he made his way up to Zayne’s office. He’s a bit tired of being whispered about ever since he checked himself into the hospital that one time.

Waking into the office he instantly knew something was off. The shutters were closed casting the room in mostly darkness beside the few streams of moonlight that managed to make it through the small cracks between them. Zayne always preferred for them to be open, something about the sun warming up his room and making it more cozy to work in. Speaking of warmth, Rafayel noticed just how freezing it was here. His breath fogging with each exhale making his brows furrow, Zayne despises the cold. He frowned and squinted his eyes trying to see anything before finally deciding to reach over for the light switch but froze when his hand made contact with something cold.

Is that…is that ice?

Rafayel quickly summoned a flame in his left hand and took an involuntary step back as he saw frost climbing up the walls of the office like tendrils on a garden gate. Making the flame in his hand bigger, Rafayel finally found the source of the ice, the only source it could come from if he thought about it. There in front of a now ice-coated desk sitting curled up on himself was Zayne. The doctor’s breathing was erratic and labored with sobs, frost seeping into the taller male’s skin making it an irritated red and deathly blue from where frostbite began to slowly set in. Rafayel didn't waste another second as he quickly made his way over to Zayne, almost slipping a few times from the ice-covered floor. Kneeling, Rafayel carefully brought his flame close to Zayne’s skin and sighed in quiet relief as he saw the frost slowly recede.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He softly asked as he began to untangle Zayne’s fingers from unruly locks that were suffering the brute of harsh tugs. He frowned when all he got in reply were heart-wrenching sobs. Softly clicking his tongue he let the fire warm his hands before gently cupping Zayne’s face and wiping away the doctor's tears. Even as they were quickly replaced with new ones.

“Ok, deep breaths for me Snowdrop. Slow deep breaths.” He softly instructed as he placed one of Zayne’s hands on his chest before taking a deep breath himself. He took a few of them before he felt Zayne trying to copy his breathing. It was stuttery and uneven but it was still trying.

After a few minutes, Zayne’s sobs finally died down leaving sniffles in its wake. Rafayel softly hummed and maneuvered them so that the taller male’s head rested on his shoulder. He smiled softly at just how small Zayne looked. Normally the doctor was standing at an imposing height, being one of the tallest in their group, but now he was curled up. Head resting on Rafayel’s shoulder and placing his entire weight on the smaller male’s being. Trying to get as close to Rafayel’s natural body heat as possible.

“Wanna talk about it?” Rafayel quietly asked while rubbing Zayne’s hands which were raw and irritated from the prolonged ice exposure. At the head shake he got in response he merely went back to humming. He wasn't going to force Zayne to talk if he didn't want to. He knew that the doctor would open up when ready, and now just wasn't the time. So he put his energy into making sure his skin stayed warm and continued humming a song he heard Sylus play once.

About an hour later he felt Zayne shift. The doctor’s legs unfurled and stretched out, making Zayne’s top half of his body lay on Rafayel’s. The smaller male grunted softly in slight discomfort before leaning back so that he was slightly propped up against the desk, still making sure that Zayne was comfortable. He sighed softly before running one of his hands through Zayne’s hair, occasionally scratching the taller male’s scalp which got an appreciative hum in response.

He went back to humming as he allowed his eyes to close, drawing little shapes on Zayne’s back. He was just drifting off before startling lighting from a buzz in his pocket. He blinked drowsily as he fumbled for his phone and winced at the bright light that suddenly decided to blind him. Once his sight finally returned he quirked an eyebrow at a message he received from Sylus.

Mushu: Why are you at Zayne’s office? Did something happen?

Bubbles: How do you know I'm at Zayne’s office?

Mushu: You honestly thought I wouldn't place trackers on your guys’ phones?

Bubbles: You what?! When did you do that?!

Mushu: That’s not important. Did Zayne’s surgery not go well?

Rafayel blinked as all the pieces finally clicked. Zayne had been telling them about a surgery he was going to perform today. A little boy in need of some stitches on his heart. Zayne had been practicing for weeks, having them occasionally quiz him on what to do and back up plans. Failing a surgery was rare for Zayne with the amount of preparation the doctor puts in, but it wasn't always enough sometimes.

Bubbles: He’s doing better now. He hasn't told me anything yet.

Mushu: Ok, let me know if you need anything.

Rafayel smiled softly as he turned off his phone and glanced down at Zayne who was now sleeping. The taller male’s face was now relaxed, nose and cheeks flushed a lovely fire opal red. Normally Rafayel would find the sight beautiful, but he remembers the sobs that had caused the flushed skin. Gently rubbing a thumb across Zayne’s cheek, Rafayel starts to quietly sing a song in Lemurian. He softly pats Zayne’s head twice before making a gesture with his hand as if he's throwing something. He then does it again but this time he pats the spot over Zayne’s heart.

“Pain and sadness go away. Pain and sadness leave the bay. Leave me leave me, leave me be. Leave me leave me, leave the sea.” He murmured while he continued his patting and throwing motion. It was a rhyme his people said when in a funk. Throwing away the sadness to make room for joy. Once he felt sated, Rafayel shifted one more time before allowing his body to truly relax.

Will he forget what his idea for a painting he was going to do was? Probably. Will his back hurt from how he's lying down? Absolutely. Will Zayne scold him tomorrow for sleeping in a weird position and how it's really bad for his back? Most definitely. Would Rafayel do this all again if needed?

In a heartbeat.

[candiedcoffeedrops]

A Moment At Midnight

Nica Schwartz x Reader

Notes: Happy Birthday to @drachonia! Love you, twin!! I hope you have a wonderful birthday and hope you like how I wrote your boy💜

WC: 1,162

SFW

Tags: Fluffy Goodness!!, Written from suitor's perspective because I really like doing that, apparently lol

CW: Nothing aside probably some OOC due to character being in JP. I read over bond stories that have been translated and whatnot but still acknowledge that there may be errors in characterization. And also my remedial knowledge of German along with Google German. I put translations at the bottom. :D

Also, obligatory no beta we die like men.

The palace was mostly quiet this time of night. Most of Crown were night owls, given the nature of their work, but a majority were currently out on missions, enjoying city nightlife, or had retreated to their own spaces for the night. I leaned against the wall of your room right beside the door, ankles crossed as I glanced at the pocket watch in my hand, the soft glow of moonlight illuminating the face of the small clock and the intricate hands. It was only a few minutes until midnight. 

Hopefully you won’t keep me waiting too much longer. Not that you knew I was here in the first place, but still.

Footsteps down the hallway made me turn my head towards the door, my eyebrows raising as a smirk quirked on my lips. That had to be you. I’d recognize the cadence of your steps anywhere. I straightened my posture right as the click of your doorknob sounded through the room and the door opened, slowly enveloping me in its shadow. 

You took a step into the room with a tired sigh and began making your way to your bed, ready to flop down into it and get some sleep. I managed to sneak right behind you, leaning down to speak next to your ear.

“Hello, Liebling,” I greeted as you jumped with a yelp, turning around to see me right before lightly smacking my arm, brows furrowed in a frown. “Miss me?”

“Nica you scared the shit out of me!” You chastised me while I laughed, my hand coming up defensively.

“Sorry, Schatz,” I responded. I wasn’t sorry though, not really. You looked so cute I couldn’t help myself. I decided to keep that to myself though, not wanting another smack to the arm. Lifting the watch to take another glance at it, I noted that it still wasn’t midnight. Close though. Very close. “What are you doing turning in so late?”

“What are you doing in my room?” You countered, looking up at me expectantly while I narrowed my eyes in amusement.. 

“What am I doing here?” I repeated the question before nonchalantly shrugging one of my shoulders. “Hmm, I could say I was just passing by, but where’s the fun in that? No, I’m here because I couldn’t wait to see your face when the clock struck midnight.”

A confused frown twitched on your brow as you looked up at me. “Why would you need to be hiding behind my door for that? And why midnight?”

“Did you forget already?” I asked teasingly, lifting the pocket watch once more. I noticed the hands were perfectly fixed where I wanted them to be as a pleased hum escaped my throat.

Midnight.

I lifted my hands to cup your cheeks and pressed my forehead to yours. “Alles gute zum Geburtstag to my favorite woman in the world. I wanted to be the first person to say it to you.” 

“I-” You started, trailing off as your eyes widened for a moment, surprise melting into a smile so radiant it made my chest ache. “You’re unbelievable,” you whispered, but your tone betrayed the warmth behind your words.

Ah. I loved that face so much. How much of a hold you’ve come to have over me. It isn’t fair really, but then, I find myself wanting to feel this way for the first time in my life. Wanting to feel this achingly tender feeling in my chest whenever I look at you or hear your voice. It becomes more familiar by the day, and I know now—I never want to be without it again.

“It’s the first time we’re spending your birthday as a couple. I wanted to make the most out of it and tell you as soon as possible.” 

“And you had to scare me to do that?” You challenged, eyes glinting in mirth while I suppressed a snort, lips twitching in a grin as I moved some of your hair away from your face.

“No, that was just a bonus.” 

We both laughed before I leaned in to capture your sweet lips with mine. The warmth in my heart swelled and I lingered there, savoring the feeling. I deepened the kiss slightly before pulling back with a smirk.

“Now, how does the birthday girl plan to thank me for my incredible thoughtfulness?” I teased, narrowing my eyes mischievously. You snort with your smile still in place, poking my cheek gently with your finger.

"You don't get a reward for making me scream in my own room," You shoot back playfully.

"Aha!" I laughed, "You say that like I've never done that before, Liebling."

I laughed harder as your cheeks flushed before you playfully smacked my arm again. I deserved that.

“Ow! You know I bruise like a peach,” I lamented, rubbing my arm with a pout that would make Dari proud. You paid no mind to my theatrics as you pulled your shoes off, setting them neatly nearby.

“You’ll be fine,” you replied simply, and I watched your movements slow as you sat down at the edge of the bed before falling over to your side, head landing against your pillow with a tired exhale as your eyes closed.

I walked up to you, my footsteps shushed by the soft carpet. I brushed my fingers over your cheek, the metal of my rings glinting in the silvery moonlight. “Tired?” I asked as your eyelids fluttered open, your pretty eyes looking up at me before you nodded slightly.

“I’ve been tired,” you yawned.

My face softened and I took that as my cue, shrugging off my jacket and folding it neatly at the foot of your bed before removing my shoes and placing them next to yours. 

I walked to the other side of your bed and laid down next to you. You immediately turned toward me as I wrapped my arm around your shoulders and held you close to my chest. You sighed again, this time content, nuzzling closer as I pressed my cheek to the top of your head. Your hair was so soft, your warmth fitting against me like it was meant to be there. How cute.

“I have a whole day planned for you, starting with a surprise in the morning, so,” I paused to lightly tap the tip of your nose with my index finger. “Schlaf wohl, birthday girl.”

“Mhm, goodnight,” you mumbled, already lulling to sleep. I chuckle through my nose and press a kiss to the top of your head, drawing patterns on your arm with my fingertips. I heard your breath begin to slow and even out as my eyelids started to feel heavy. I guess I was more tired than I thought. I stifled a yawn, my eyes slipping shut as I breathed in the scent of your hair. It felt warm– familiar, like falling asleep at home. I let myself fully melt by your side as sleep settled over me.

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• Chaos and Lust: His Hunger, Her Craving •

Pairing | seonghwa x fem!reader

Word Count | 1,187

Summary | Where psychos collide, nothing remains but hidden desires, passionate lust- pleasure if you may?

Warnings | non idol au, dom!seonghwa, fem!reader, bdsm (partly.), degrading, pet name, raw (wrap it up), used, anal, eating out, slapping, forceful, sneaking in, emotionless.

A/N - pt.1 -> pt.2… | sorry for any misspelling, I did proofread it but mind you- I yet again wrote this at midnight (sleep schedule is shit) unfortunately. also, sorry if this update is shit lol

With a bite of your bottom lip, you watch from a distance. How he rammed into the poor woman, tears slipping from her eyes. You weren't sure if it was from pleasure or pain, but you desperately wished it was you being fuck by him.

You weren't sure how long you stood there for, but you watched as the woman stumbled out of his house. Pain and regret written on her face, a cold smile spread across your face. So she can't handle him huh? You chuckled.

Walking up to the house, you snuck in. You're foot steps as quiet as a mouse. The beating of your heart and the throbbing between your legs were enough to make you slip into his bathroom where he stood under the shower head.

Striping from your clothes, you quietly got into the shower. Your eyes roaming over his back, your began moved on its your own as you brushed your fingers against his back. The sudden touch was enough to make him jump in the slightest as he turned to look at you, a look of surprise before a smirk appeared on his lips.

"Isn't this a wonderful surprise?" Seonghwa said. His hands instantly taking a hold of your waist pulling you closer to him. Smiling, your own hands brush against his chest.

"Is it? You looked like you had a good time?" You questioned, a rush of jealousy and possessiveness taking over. Seonghwa couldn't help but feed off your emotions.

Crashing his lips against yours, you were pinned against the wall, his hands groping every inch of your body as he grinds against your naked mound.

"I was wondering when I'd see you next, dear." He whispered once he pulled from the kiss, his hand sliding down between your thighs. Twitching, you gasp. The feelings of his fingers reuniting against your slick folds and needy clit was enough to send you slightly over the edge.

"I must say, I couldn't get you out of my mind. How you easily became a whore for my cock." A smooth chuckle came from his lips just as he slips his two digits into your wet hole. His fingers curled hitting your g-spot with preciseness before he thrust, abusing it.

Moaning, your head rested against the shower wall. Fingers digging into his shoulder blades leaving crecent marks. Clenching around his fingers, you glanced at him. A dazed smile in your lips.

"So why not break into my place again?" You questioned. Pulling his fingers out, Seonghwa turned you around making you arch your back so your ass and cunt were in perfect view for him but also easy access.

“Oh? I didn’t think you’d want to make it a constant thing.” He nipped your earlobe. Chuckling, Seonghwa grips your ass spreading the flush to get a perfect view of the winking hole he so badly wanted to fill up.

Pressing the pad of his thumb against your anal, he pushed past the muscle as he curled. Gasping, you press your forehead against the shower wall. The feeling new but welcomed due to the slight pleasure.

"Hey-!"

"Shh... let me stretch you hmm?" Leaning down, Seonghwa nipped and kissed your shoulders and neck. His thumb doing magic before he added another digit and then another. He fingered and stretched your anal until he thought it was stretched enough.

By now, you were a mess. No one has ever toyed with your anal, you never even thought of using that hole at all. But the thought of Seonghwa being the first was more than exciting, it was arousing. Glancing back, you wiggle your butt in a teasing way but was welcome with a sharp sting to your ass.

"More..." You begged. You wanted to be like the woman he fucked before. To feel his roughness as she did. Who was Seonghwa to deny? If anything he would give you all that you’ve asked for.

"With pleasure, my dear." Slap after slap filled the shower. With a final, Seonghwa took ahold of his length, stroking it a few times before he rubbed his tip along your anal. Anticipation build up within you as you waited for him to push himself in.

"I'm going to fill you now." Just then, he slammed his hips against yours. His cock stretching you completely open as he set a rapid pace.

Gasping and moaning at the sudden pain, it soon turned into pleasure as he fucked into your asshole. You could feel everything, how his cock hit just the right spot, his slaps to your ass and how he free hand played with you clit. It was all to good, you could get fucked by him all night.

"Harder-!" You begged, his pace becoming rougher. His slaps filling the bathroom.

"Yes...!"

Lifting you up, Seonghwa switched the shower off as he took you to the sink and fucked you against it. Watching yourself through the mirror, you smiled.

"Look at you~" Seonghwa grunted as he slammed harder, his hand coming to wrap around your neck as he pulled you onto his cock. Rolling your eyes back you felt as if you could see stars.

"More- please... need..." You spoke incoherent words. This was what you wanted, and you were happy about it. Maybe a little too happy?

"Mindless already, dear?" He laughed as he lifted your leg. Letting out a moan, you felt Seonghwa hit even deeper.

"Cu-cumming-" You cried out in pleasure before you went limp against the sink. Seonghwa smiled as he kept thrusting until he felt he was close.

"On your knees, slut." Pulling out of you, Seonghwa's instructed you. Despite cumming, you got on your knees. Seonghwa began stroking his cock as he looked down at your fucked out face before cumming all over.

"Fuck... that's it..." He moaned stroking himself through his orgasm.

Without a word, Seonghwa lifted you up and placed you against the edge of the sink. Your legs spread wide giving him a perfect view of your cunt that was begging to be touched.

“I’m going to taste you now.” Smirking, Seonghwa left no space for a reply as he went in and began to eat you out. His tongue lapping over your slit before sucking and nipping at your clit.

Moaning like a whore, you watched as he used you. How he easily took what he wanted from you. Throbbing against his face your hands pushed him further against your pussy. Groaning, Seonghwa slipped his tongue into your hole.

“Fuck… like that… don’t stop…” You panted.

Pulling away, Seonghwa stood up. His cock in hand before he slammed into you. His cock being swallowed in by your cunt.

“Oh fuck~ I missed this cunt of yours…” He moaned, his thrust slow. Almost to slow. Watching as he thrust into you, you reached down and rubbed your clit.

“Fuck, dear. Your clenching… keep touching yourself.” He commanded as his paces picked up. His thrust becoming rougher.

“I’m not letting you leave my sight, you mine. Whether you like it or not.” He smirked.

[togenabi]

with flowers under the stars

inumaki toge x fem!reader (royalty au)

♡—Toge does his best to impress you, even when others might not want him to.

previous♡— [PART 1]

word count♡— 4.1k words (oml)

genre♡— fluff, romance, royalty au

aged up characters♡— 18+

content notes♡— potential lovers to actual lovers, mutual pining, courtship, dating, everyone is a prince or princes, older brother!gojo satoru, no use of y/n, romance, very fluff, mentions of engagement and marriage, toge uses sign language, some characters may be ooc >< pls forgive me

author's note♡— after rising from the grave (I'm so sorry this took so long! buT! I'm graduating! AAA) I finally finished the sequel to my first toge fic. thank you so much to those who have appreciated my previous work! now that I'm back, I hope you enjoy this as well! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)♡

Exchanging letters with prince Toge occurred frequently before you finally met again. He talked about many things, but they all ended the same way: mentioning how lovely you are and how he wishes time could run faster so he could meet you.

Toge's kingdom was a week on ship and a day by train away, so visiting was saved for important duties or events. ‘Maybe I should ask your brother to appoint me an official position in the council so I can stay in the palace.’ He wrote to you once. You reply that he doesn't deserve it, since he wouldn't be working with the empire or its people in mind.

He writes back that he fell for you a little more, and you trace that line an infinite number of times before tucking the letter away.

When the day of the banquet finally arrives, Satoru notices that you appear a bit more lavish than you usually care to look during events.

“Why! My dearest sister! How stunning you look! And for my birthday, no less! I love that color on you, your taste has improved so much!” He suddenly gasps dramatically and loudly—so loud, that the maid helping you with your earrings flinches.

“Are those... the earrings I got you last year? But I've never seen you wear them! I would give you a hug if it wouldn't ruin your clothes!”

You ignore him the entire time he fusses over you. He looks nice today, you admit. His hair is styled down which gives him a softer aura, and his white suit with gold details looks pristine. A midnight blue cape drapes over his shoulders and flows down his back. It would be difficult for anyone else to pull it off, but you don't tell him that. Goodness knows he would never let you hear the end of it.

You sigh as you watch him through the vanity mirror, but he only becomes even more giddy at your silence.

“Hey, give me that.” Satoru says to the attendant holding your brush. “Leave us.” He says as he stands behind you to brush your hair. You stare at him in disbelief.

Satoru knows you love when he brushes your hair. Even if you never outright told him, it was obvious that you enjoyed it when he cared for you. But because you were embarrassed to ask him as you got older, he hasn't done it since you were children.

He's silent and focuses on brushing your hair gently. The moment feels strangely emotional, and your resolve to ignore him cracks a bit.

“So...” Satoru meets your eyes in the mirror, then winks. “You and Toge, huh?”

You tsk, letting your resolve fully break. “I should've known you would notice.”

He laughs and places a hand on your shoulder. “Well, he wrote saying his father wanted to trade silk from their territory, and that he would like to stay at the palace to handle the negotiations.”

“...Add that to the letters you're receiving everyday, and it wasn't too hard to piece things together.”

You groan and cover your face in embarrassment. You and Toge weren't exactly a secret, but you didn't want your brother to know until it got more serious.

“So what now?” You dread having to ask. “Are you going to tell me to call it off?”

“Nope.” Satoru says, smiling. “Besides, if you're anything like your dear old brother—which, you are! Don't deny it!—I'll end up driving you into his arms if I try to keep you away.”

His eyes suddenly turn serious as he considers his next words. “He's a good kid... Good enough for you, though? We'll have to see.” He places the brush on the dresser, and takes your hand to help you on your feet.

“But what's important is to know yourself and decide for yourself. Don't let anyone else make that choice for you.” He looks sincere as he places your hand on his arm. “Shall we?”

“Satoru...” You call him, touched. He grins and kisses your forehead.

“And of course, if you end up marrying him, that saves me and the ministers the work of looking for your match!” You slap his shoulder, but he only laughs harder as he escorts you out.

The ballroom was sparkling when you arrived. There were already plenty of guests partaking in the revelries as the event had begun half an hour before. Satoru had insisted on the importance of being fashionably late. Normally, you wouldn't have let him actually be late, but you caved only for today.

“Entering, their Royal Highnesses, The Imperial Crown Prince and The Imperial Princess.”

As you descended the stairs with Satoru, the people bowed and you took that as an opportunity to look for a head of white hair, a mask or a high collar covering half the face.

“You're being too obvious.” Satoru whispered. “He'll show up, don't worry.”

He led you to the center of the hall. You were so caught up on looking for Toge that you had nearly forgotten you were to share Satoru's first dance; as he still wasn't engaged. The both of you took your positions gracefully as the music started to flow through the air.

“I'll spin you a few times.” He was grinning. “Try to spot him.”

And yet, the song ended without you seeing Toge anywhere. After giving a hasty bow to your brother, you went on with your search once again.

Your eyes caught princess Nobara the same moment she did yours. You were about to go greet her when her eyes trailed off to something behind you. When her gaze returns to yours, she's smirking and it makes you turn to look at what she saw.

Toge takes your breath away as he walks up to you. He wasn't wearing a mask, or a high collar like he had been during the previous ball. His suit was pitch black and every bit as elegant as him. Your eyes were immediately drawn to his lips and you blushed when he caught you staring. All you wanted to do was to dance with him so that you had an excuse to be close.

It seemed that he picked up on that, as he bowed and offered you his hand.

“It's good to see you again.” You greet him. He kisses the back of your hand with a smile before sweeping you away to dance.

Suddenly nervous, your words get stuck in your throat as the beginnings of a soft waltz reach your ears. “I... tried looking for you when I arrived.”

Toge leads the dance as effortlessly as he did the first time. It almost amazes you how natural it feels to move and sway with him. He seems pleased to know that you were paying him as much attention as he gave you.

Not wanting to simply dance, you took to asking him questions. “Did your journey here go smoothly?” Toge nods.

“When did you arrive?”

‘Today.’ He mouths.

“Ah. I'll have to take you sightseeing then.” You grin up at him. “Would tomorrow be alright?” You get your answer in the form of Toge grinning back, and before you could prepare yourself, he twirls you around and catches you in an embrace as the song finishes with a flourish. A number of people around you started to clap, and you couldn't help but blush in his arms.

After settling at the less crowded side of the ballroom, Toge explains, ‘I also tried to find you. I arrived as early as I could, and yet you and your brother were late.’ He looks at you almost as if to scold you, but you see mischief in his eyes. ‘I thought that you might be by the window where we met... So I went to check.’

“Oh, I see.” You respond, a bit embarrassed. “I should have warned you about my brother's flair for dramatics. He tends to do that when he's the star of the event.”

‘Do you have any remaining commitments here at the ball?’

That makes you think for a moment. “No, Satoru's the one the people want to bother today. Why?”

Toge gives you a look that makes you want to agree to almost anything he asks. ‘Will you allow me to whisk you away?’

And so you were both running, hand-in-hand and laughing, on your way to that secluded hall with the stained glass window. It shouldn't have been possible, but it felt more magical than before to be with him here again.

Toge slows his steps when you both reach the window. You realize that despite coming to cherish this place, you never sought it out when he wasn't around. Something tells you that would have only made you miss him more.

Looking at you with a serious expression, he begins to sign, ‘I know I have been very upfront about myself caring about you... But I want to ask this properly, because you deserve nothing less than the best.’

‘I would like—if it is alright with you, to formally court you.’

The smile on your face glows before you can help it, and you throw your arms around him.

“I would very much like that as well, my dear prince.” You lean to kiss his cheek.

Toge looks dazed and happy as if drunk on something you had given him. Maybe he was.

The moonlight shining through the glass paints him in a kaleidoscope of colors. Before, the only colors on him were the purple hues in his eyes. And now he stood before you, bright and shining.

‘You look beautiful.’

He took the words right out of your mouth.

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Satoru came to find you the day after the banquet. Naturally, he entered your office without knocking, and unceremoniously dropped a heavy document in front of the one you were already working on.

“What's this?”

“Toge's proposal...”

The floor seemed to sink, your heart and your breath gone along with it. “What?”

“—for the trade negotiations.”

It took everything in your power to not throw the block of papers at him. “You're unbelievable.”

Satoru only hummed. “So is your boyfriend. I can't believe he's making me work right after my birthday! He should be kissing up to me, not giving me paperwork!”

“Last time I checked, he's courting me. Not you.” Nevertheless, you take a few moments to sift through the document. It was very detailed and efficient. You note that the length of the proposal was due to the many alternative plans Toge had prepared. This would certainly help the negotiations go smoothly. Satoru and the ministers merely had to look at the options.

Looking back to your brother, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. What was he complaining about, when all he had to do was select the best plan and tweak where it was necessary?

“We're to begin the negotiations in two days. I think his plans have potential—” You couldn't help but snort at that, from what you'd seen, Toge was already excellent. (You were not biased. Not at all.) “But, I don't think the older ministers will be kind to someone who acts like a know-it-all.”

“Toge doesn't—”

“A-ah,” Satoru waves a finger at you, as if you were a child being told what you did wrong. You scowl at him but he ignores it. “This will be a test for him, to see if he's able to win against those old goons.”

“You mean yourself, then?” His expression drops at that, and you don't bother to hide how satisfied that made you feel.

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As the weeks flew by, Toge ended up being a lot more busy than you both anticipated. Despite officially dating, lunches together turned to having tea during breaks; then that turned to catching him in the hallway for a few moments before he had to go.

You didn't understand why his workload only seemed to grow, no matter how much effort he put in. Once, when you caught him just before he entered his chambers, you had asked him if anything was going wrong with the negotiations.

Toge looked exhausted, and yet he gave you a smile that made your heart melt. ‘No, the talks are going well, I suppose I'm just having trouble adjusting to the empire's work culture.’

You must have looked unconvinced, because Toge suddenly leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. Mischievously, he stared into your eyes until you were too flustered to be worried anymore. He laughed when you had to push him away.

That night, he bid you farewell with a kiss to your cheek.

‘Good night, darling.’

The next time you had Toge to yourself for an entire day, it was due to a holiday celebration. Everyone was too occupied with the festivities to work. You were supposed to be at another banquet Satoru had hosted, but you were determined to monopolize Toge's time today.

So you showed up at his door at the earliest respectable hour of the morning, dressed for warm weather and a picnic basket in your hand.

“Will you allow me to whisk you away?” You asked when he answered the door.

You took him on a tour of the parts of the palace he hasn't seen yet. Your office, the private library, and even some of the secret passage ways. His eyes lit up with curiosity when you showed him one behind a portrait.

You had lunch in the gardens, under a tree that offers wonderful shade. A soft blanket laid across the grass, with a spread of the empire's specialty dishes arranged all over it.

“This one,” You show Toge a cookie with flowers piped on top. “Has been my favorite since I was a child. It has just the perfect amount of sweetness, and goes beautifully with tea.”

You move to hand Toge the cookie, but he doesn't take it. Confused, you're about to ask him if anything was wrong when he leans forward and opens his mouth expectantly.

Wordlessly, you raise the cookie to his lips. The moment feels oddly intimate as he takes a bite without removing his gaze from yours.

Toge hums and moves his hands to sign, ‘It's indeed delicious.’ He leans to you and opens his mouth again.

You push the half-eaten cookie into his hands and turn away to hide your blush. “If you're able to tell me what you think about it, you can eat it yourself.”

He breathes out a laugh. Smirking at you while he chews the remaining cookie.

It was so peaceful, just sitting there with him. And it seemed as though you weren't the only one who wanted to sit with Toge. A tiny white butterfly fluttered about before landing on his knee. He looked so enchanted by it. Staring close, but being careful that he didn't move his knee or disturbed it.

The butterfly flying away made you want to explore too. Getting yourself up, you look over your shoulder and gesture for him to follow. He offers you his arm once he catches up, and you rest your hand on it. Birds chirp and leaves rustle in the wind as you walk towards the shimmering lake at the edge of the gardens.

Bracing yourself on Toge's arm, you kick your shoes off. You set them aside to dip your toes into the water. “It's so refreshing!”

Toge feels his chest grow as warm as the sunlight kisses your cheeks. He gets down on one knee to untie his shoes when he's abruptly hit by a splash of water. Flabbergasted, he looks up at you, blinking away the water droplets in his lashes.

Of course, Toge isn't one to back down from a challenge. The result is the both of you shivering and drenched by the time the sun has set. Your maids fuss all over you when you get back to the palace, and the other staff almost faint at the puddles that trail after you and Toge.

It was useless to insist that you could walk alone and that you both should get cleaned up at the soonest. Toge didn't leave your side until you entered your chambers, your gazes only being broken by the door once it closed.

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You got the most dreadful fever after that day with Toge. Satoru, wanting you to rest properly, made you swear not to lift a finger for work related reasons until you got better. Which, you followed without complaint. You took a break for a few days.

Toge did his best to see you, but he only got busier. His eyes looked more and more tired, dark circles under them when you caught him in the library one morning. He stayed there to work overnight. You were barely able to convince him to rest.

On another night, one of your maids caught him trying to sneak in your room, screaming and kicking him out. You could have sworn half the palace had woken up to that, and you couldn't help but hide under your sheets due to the embarrassment.

What irritates you most, however, was that the first thing you heard when you get back is, “Oh. Finally decided to return to your duties, eh?” from a delegate who spent most of his time gossiping, and whose biggest contribution to the empire was refilling the inkwells in the conference room...

The conference room has five inkwells.

Those ministers and court members were proving more and more to be nuisances. You gave them an earful when they had assumed you were slacking off when you were sick.

Not to mention, you suspected that they have been making Toge do more work than he needs to. Even if he never complains, you don't fail to notice how some courtiers turn their noses up at him just because his kingdom was distant and smaller compared to the scale of the empire.

The thought of Toge being belittled makes you pause during work, frowning at a chart of kitchen expenses as if it's done something offensive.

Dropping your pen, you head out of your office with brisk steps. You had to speak to Satoru.

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“Overworking Toge? Why, dear sister, I can't believe you're accusing me of such a thing!” Satoru puts a hand to his heart as if he was wounded by your words.

“Maybe not.” You're not going to let him weasel out of this one. “But you let the other ministers and court members walk all over him! Is Toge supposed to just sit there and take it? He's a prince, damn it!”

“Listen,” Satoru leans forward, his elbows on his desk as he uses his hands while explaining. “The ministers are just a bit frazzled, that's all. They think he forced you to skip the holiday banquet, and that he got you sick. He's good at his work, sure. But in their eyes? He just looks like a bad influence on you.”

You scoff.

“Now,” Satoru interrupts before you can say anything, “They were going to try and match you with prince Megumi—”

“Megumi's already engaged.”

“I know, I know. And that's why they're planning on pitching you with prince Yuji or princess Nobara.”

“I'm already with Toge.” You say sternly. “And what happened to not letting others make my decisions for me?”

“As far as those old goons are concerned, Toge is only the third best for you. ‘For the greatness of the empire’ and all that.” It doesn't escape you that he dodged your question. “They're going to try to push you apart until you break up or get hitched.” He leans back, crossing his arms on his chest. “Whichever comes first.”

“Why don't you stop them?” Frustrated, you run your hands through your hair. “Tell them I really like him and that they should leave him alone!”

“Sweetheart,” Satoru's tone becomes deeper, and you hate how it instantly makes you shut up. “The thing is, if Toge isn't capable of handling this, or if he backs out of your relationship because of it, he's not worth your time.”

You stare at him, unlinking. The thought of Toge leaving you had never occurred to you before, and Satoru could tell.

“I told you I would test him.” He shrugged. “It seems I'm testing you too.”

Rushing back to your office, you grab a piece of parchment and your pen from your desk. Not bothering to sit down as you write: Meet me at the gardens, by the tree. Midnight.

You fold it and hastily stuff it into an envelope. Delicately melting wax, you stamp your seal onto it before calling for your most trusted maid.

Handing her the letter, you instruct her, “Deliver this to prince Toge and prince Toge only. If anyone hinders you or attempts to read it, report back to me immediately. Go.”

She bows, and exits the room.

That night, Toge arrived before you. You note that he has a penchant for being early as he reaches to squeeze your hand. He looks you over to check if you're alright, and despite seeing nothing of concern, he asks anyway, ‘Are you okay?’

“We need to talk.” You nervously purse your lips. “The courtiers, the ministers... My brother. They've been making your work difficult.”

He sighs. ‘You found out.’

“You didn't tell me!” You rest a hand on his cheek, absentmindedly grazing your thumb over the marks near his mouth. “Do you understand what they're trying to do?”

‘Testing me.’

“Yes.” A lump forms in your throat. “Satoru said it's until you give up on me, or if you... propose.”

Heart racing, your hands can't stop fiddling with things. His face. His hair. The fastenings of his suit. “I'm just so worried. I care a great deal about you, and I just wanted to ask if you're enduring this because you want to.” You bite your lip in thought. “If it's because you're sure about... me.”

You can't look at him. You suddenly feel foolish. You should have given it a night and slept on it to gather your thoughts. You should have—

Toge embraces you. Everything stops.

You take in the view of the gardens over his shoulder. It was dark, and there was barely any light save for the stars twinkling above. You closed your eyes and let yourself be held.

Pulling away, he doesn't seem as fazed as you do, if at all. He turns to you slowly, and after taking a deep breath...

‘Marry me, then.’

You choke on air.

“Wh-what?!” A warmth creeps into your cheeks. “What are you—”

He places his hands on your shoulders and stares into your eyes. He gives you a look and mouths, ‘Breathe.’ And you do.

Once you've calmed down, he begins to explain.

‘We can come forward and make a statement that we've been seeing each other with marriage in mind. Which...’ He pauses, suddenly shy. ‘I have. I've been thinking about swearing everything to you... Intertwining my future with yours.’

‘I know it's only been a few months, so we could have a long engagement if you want. For us to get to know each other more. And if—’ Toge's hands freeze, his movements are slow as if the next words pain him.

‘...If you decide to break off the engagement, I will not force you to stay with me.’

You immediately stop his hands, holding them tightly with your own.

“Toge... I wouldn't even consider this with anyone else,” You feel genuinely happy as you smile at him. “But I'm willing to try. With you. Only you.”

He glows in a way that reminds you of when you first met. His expression is soft as if he's melting, and he smiles at you brightly. You think of how lucky you are that he looks at you this way.

‘This isn't the way I wanted it to happen, but...’

Toge picks a small, white flower from a bush nearby. It faintly reminds you of the butterfly that had flown to him the last time you were here together. His eyes are focused and he frowns in concentration as he fiddles with the stem. Your heart stutters as he makes... a delicate ring.

He kneels.

You say yes.

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A letter from you and Toge arrives on Satoru's desk the next day.

‘Dearest brother,

Please approve this statement that prince Toge and I have been seeing each other, and that we have decided to get engaged. You will find the formal document stamped with our seals attached to this letter.

We expect your approval posthaste, and I will not consider any objections. Please let us know when you will be available to discuss the engagement ceremony.’

“Your highness, what should we do with these documents you had forged?”

“Oh. Hand them over.” Satoru waves a hand to dismiss the attendant after retrieving the files.

He gets up from his desk and walks to the fireplace. “I can't believe he proposed before I could falsely accuse him of treason.” He tsks and throws the documents into the fire.

His eyes find a framed photograph on the fireplace mantel. It was of him and you as children. Satoru was laughing after you ran to him for a hug. His gaze grows sad yet understanding... He won't be the first person you'll turn to anymore when you get married.

Sighing, he considers that he should be thankful you chose someone determined and true like Toge. But then Satoru grins.

“I suppose I can always mess with him as his brother-in-law.”

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[ilys00ga]

𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀.

➞ pair: yoongi x reader.

➞ genre: hurt/comfort (why do I keep making these lmao), established relationships, I'm so bad at tagging sorry.

➞ warnings: angst and fluff cuz we all need that (we really do). reader has anxiety and abandonment issues, yoongi is trying his best for the sake of both of them, just relationship things.

➞ A/N: requested by @parkjennykim, this was very fun to write! thanks for yet another idea <3 I hope u like it. I'm organizing this blog/post (?) while listening to mono, and let me tell yall, it's such a vibe omg. I think you should read this while listening to that album, I love it sm, I can't even begin to explain UGH- if namjoon ever goes on a world tour, he better perform every single song in that album, cuz imma be losing my mind in the crowd, esp during moonchild. my vocal cords are already getting sore. yeah. if u want this to hit that spot, maybe u should do what I said (this is a friendly order, if u will). if not, just enjoy and pls ignore any mistakes, english has been challenging me recently (for the last 10 years lmao)

ps. I am in a dire need of a yoongi in my life. specifically the one I wrote in this one. oh how I love being a lonely fanfic writer <33

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God knows how long it had been after it hit midnight when Yoongi stood in the kitchen. His eyes were red and heavy with drowsiness, but he couldn't sleep that night.

How does one sleep through a restless, biting night?

Surely not with a bad headache, or overflowing thoughts, and especially not with guilt chewing on his core.

He gulped, throat begging to be quenched as it held onto a slight, delicious, yet bothersome burning sensation. He opened the fridge and filled a glass with some water, raising it to his lips when loud a cry of his name, followed with a thud and a number of sobs, disturbed the quiet of the night and made him jump, startled.

His limbs froze in their place, glass almost slipping his hand and crashing on the floor when his sleep deprived brain realized that the muffled cries were yours.

Wide awake, he dashed after the sound. Thirst and sleep no longer occupied his mind, all he could think of was holding you in his arms.

He found you on the stairs, trembling as you wailed into your hands.

He hated it so much: seeing you in pain. He wanted nothing more than to shield you from the rainfall of your gloomy sky, from his own rainfall, from the world. How could one be an umbrella and the rain at once?

He blinked, once, twice, then gulped and heaved a deep, tired breath.

One storm doesn’t require another storm to be calmed down, that he knew. One needs to be composed and collected to stand still during a storm, that he knew as well.

With worried eyes, he gently called out your name and walked up to you, “darling, what’s wrong?”

You looked up as soon as you heard his worried voice, some tiny sense of relief washed over you when you saw him right there. A hundred daggers digged so deep into his heart and bones, aching, the moment a broken whimper of his name fell from your lips.

Without a second thought, Yoongi hugged your face to his chest. One of his hands was patting your back and the other affectionately caressed your head.

As he listened to his name that never left your lips, Yoongi held you there on the cold of the stairs with nothing but sweet nothings whispered back to your ears.

Everything he did and said was so gentle and soft, like he was so afraid you'd crack and come to tiny bits and pieces at any given moment. It all made you want to cry even harder, to hold him so tight and never let go.

Soon, when your tears started winding down, pulled away and cradled your face with his hands, palms faintly pressing on your cheeks as if he hoped to share their warmth with you.

Tender eyes met your wet ones and stared as their owner’s voice made its way through the noise of your sniffles and hiccups. He said, “It’s alright. I'm here. Talk to me, hmm?”

You answered his plea with a small nod, before wiping your tear stained skin and hugging him again. He smelt like home. You took a deep breath, greedily feeding your lungs with his lovely scent.

He hugged you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your body closer to his. He pressed light kisses on your temple, patiently waiting for you to talk.

“I had a really scary nightmare. so, so scary- I woke up, didn’t find you there- then…then I remembered the fight we had earlier. I…I thought I lost you- I'm sorry. sorry for the stupid things I said earlier. I love you so much! please don’t leave. please..”

Your voice quivered with fresh tears ready to be spilled again. Yoongi started hushing you as soon as he noticed that you were working yourself up.

Squeezing you in his arms, he whispered “I never left, and I never will.”

“I’m all right, nothing happened to me, see?” he leaned away just enough to allow you to take a quick look at his body, then added, “a stupid fight is not going to make me leave. I love you way too much for that, and I'm sorry for hurting you too.”

He could still read fear and uncertainty all over your face, and he didn't like that. He knew that you trusted him, and he didn't doubt your love for him.

At first, he didn't get it. He didn't understand the insecurities, the anxiety and the nightmares you suffered from especially after the inevitably worst of arguments that happened between you and him. But after longer and deeper talks, with you expressing your feelings and him listening with careful ears, it made much more sense to him.

Sometimes he hated himself for triggering your alarms and making it harder for you, but he knew it was neither his fault nor was it yours.

Growth and pain are two key elements that come arm in arm with love, and fights are an unpreventable part of any kind of relationship. For all that, he always ended up blaming himself for making you question your worth to him when he can't even sleep without you happily cuddling his side.

Softly, lovingly, he started prepping tender kisses over your cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, temples, all over your flushed face.

It worked like watching waving fields of green wheat dancing with the wind, your storm started to slowly die down and your heart felt at ease again. slowly, but definitely.

Smiling ever so affectionately, Yoongi sealed his reassurance with a loving kiss that consumed you whole, and it left the corners of your mouth curving up in a dazzling smile. You nuzzled his chest and sighed.

“I really hate fighting with you.” you mumbled into his clothed chest, drained and light headed from all the crying and nearly-a-panic-attack you went through.

“I know, I'm sorry. I hate it too." he whispered back.

There was a pause of comfortable silence, with both of you breathing each other in, before he wondered aloud: “did you fall down the stairs? are you okay?”

You chuckled breathily at his question, recalling the hysteria he had to deal with just a few minutes ago. But Yoongi was there, right beside you. your arms were tightly wrapped around his torso, right by your side.

He had some kind of exceptionally irrepressible magic in those fierce eyes and that gummy smile of his, you inarguably couldn’t be more grateful for that.

“I'm alright. Was too busy crying, I didn’t even feel a thing to be honest.” you said, and he giggled.

“I love when you’re clumsy like that, but please be more careful, muffin. Can’t have you hurting yourself because of me even more." Even with your face buried into the crook of his neck, you could feel and hear the heavy pout in that comment.

Huffing, you leaned away with furrowed brows and a strict gaze. Yoongi gulped. Hesitation took over him, yet he knew that honesty is the only thing that must be present to drive this conversation to an end.

Honestly brings clarity, he found himself reminding himself of that very often.

"as long as we take care of each other, it's okay. I love you." you affirmed, and perhaps Yoongi almost teared up because of the way you looked at him right then and there. He wouldn't utter a word to spoil that information out loud, though.

The shy grin and the flushed cheeks you were met with were worth risking the entire world and its eight billion residents. You couldn't help but smile and pull him into another hug.

"This is great and all, but my butt is numbed. I think there's no blood flowing down there anymore," he said, his heart swooning when you giggled at his humorous change of topic, so relieved that he was finally able to hear your brightness again.

"Let's go back to rest, darling." He stood up, grabbed your hand and squeezed it in his, then gently pulled your body up and dragged you to your shared bedroom, where everything and everyone else meant little to nothing at all as you laid in each other's arms.

[nihilnovisubsole]

hey, gang! miss me? no? too bad, because i miss you. i think about you all the time. i hope the year has treated you well. this is, what, the third, fourth year i've done a year-in-review post? have i done more than that? it's after midnight. i can't be bothered to check. i fear a lot of the mysteries of getting older, but i will say, i don't mind that it's easier to shrug certain things off. i look back on all the times i hid from some scary fandom discourse and go, "god, why did i care?" it helps to have other things going on.

on the other hand, i guess 2024 was the year of finding out what happens when you put everything into your day job and leave nothing for the weekend. it was a wild year at work, which i assume is normal as a game ramps up to ship. i gave a lot, which was good! i'd be lying if i said it didn't take a lot out of me. important people at trade shows have now seen things i wrote! i got to work with voice actors! good news: a lot of your faves are great people! i also made, like, no progress on any of my own projects except the picrew, which i still chip away at. yes, i still draw. more on that later.

one or two people in my coworkers-turned-friends circle have broached the subject of occupational burnout and whether i've reached it yet. as i said last year, i remember what voltage burnout felt like, and it took a much weirder, angrier journey to get me there. it's kind that they're looking out for me, though. i think it's something all creative people could stand to keep an eye on. a buddy of mine even gave a GDC talk about it. it's a shame GDC is so stingy with access to its talks. at least this article has a great summary if you're interested in learning more.

there were other things, though. my mother broke her hip in june, which forced me into a caregiver role that i'm not suited to. don't worry, she's fine now. i love her, so it was important to me, but it didn't leave a lot of time to sit and write for fun. i started what i thought would be a casual fanfic project, wildly over-scoped it, and made a ton of work for myself. i outlined an original story about a difficult, personal subject and a culture i'm descended from, but not really familiar with. there's a lot of pressure to do it right, is what i'm saying. i'm taking the only path i can think of, which is to bury myself in research. the trouble is, a lot of the literature about this time and place is also very challenging, so it burns a lot of brain calories. it's a far cry from what usually gets me to start a story, which is "i want these characters to sleep together. let's see where it goes."

in a different time, i would've taken this struggle as an omen that i wasn't the right person to write this story and abandoned it. it's critical that i don't take the coward's way out this time if i'm going to honor the question i asked at the end of last year. "what is my work saying?" my mother told me the same thing a few months ago: "i think you're a good writer, you just need to find good things to say." i take that to mean i have to write closer to real experiences, which means including the parts i don't like: disappointment, loss, mistakes, uncertainty. i had all of this year to figure out how, and the evidence shows i didn't. i don't know what to say. "oh well?" maybe you can't put a deadline on these things. in the meantime, hercule and aida deserve more stories (it's an hercule and aida story), and i want more people to know about them, and maybe i can say something real through them.

this was also the year that i reckoned with the other side of "all it takes is money to make problems go away." i was able to travel, i mean really travel, for the first time. all it took was being able to throw a chunk of my salary at it. i had some shipping drama [sorry, not the romantic kind] where i had no choice but to pony up a ton of customs fees. my arm PT didn't work, so i'll have to try a specialist who's out of my insurance network and pay full price to see them. this must be what they call "being a successful adult." i thought it'd look different. i wanted to live in the city and have a hot, mysterious boyfriend. well, i can still live closer to the city if i keep saving up for that house, and maybe some hot, mysterious guy will take pity on me someday. do you think they like 32-year-olds who play video games and have flat chests? i went all the way to paris and still didn't find out. damn! 🤌

nah, i'm kidding. i mean, i'm not, but i have other things to worry about. as i mentioned above, things with my arm have taken a curious turn. after six and a half years of assuming i had tendinitis, i found out, not only is it likely not that, i may not be injured at all. the particulars of this theory get out into the weeds of neuromuscular science, so i'll only bore you with them if you want me to. the point is, if any of it holds water, it would go a long way toward explaining why none of the typical rest/heat/stretching/strengthening protocols have worked. it's actually unfathomable how much effort i've put into solving this mystery just so i can get back to drawing fictional people kissing. you can call my creative work boring or predictable or whatever you want, but never say i haven't committed to the bit.

i don't tend to read my previous years-in-review. this year, i did, because i sensed i was grappling with a lot of the same things as last year. there's nothing i hate like being repetitive. not that you would know from the way i keep writing the same three character archetypes. humor me here. i was all set to keep whining until i reminded myself how 2023 had gone, and i thought, "geez. it wasn't that bad." nobody i love died, for a start. my health is better. i have some unread books sitting around. as terrible as 2023 was, i survived it. if you're reading this, you did too.

so here's what i'm going to do. i think you should do it with me, though whether i'm in any position to give advice is up to you. i'm not going to make any predictions about whether 2025 will be bad or good. i'm just going to see what happens. deal? all right. we'll check in next year. you'd better be there!

[dollesung]

zb1 as heartbreak tropes . . !

☆! ot8 x gn!reader. heavy angst. not requested.

[ 🎧 ] now playing . . places we won’t walk by bruno major

a/n: been in an angsty mood lately, so i wrote this. lol. yujin’s not included in this because of the relationship trope.

% . . kim jiwoong :: right person, wrong time

jiwoong was your boyfriend of three years

but you had known each other for nearly five years

he courted you for nearly two years, and was probably the happiest man on earth when you agreed to be his s/o three years ago

for the majority of your relationship, everything was smooth

jiwoong treated you better than any other man, and you were his home

but some things don’t last forever

more utc.

as time passed, the two of you got busier

you had to focus on your studies, jiwoong needed to focus on his career

date nights turned into late nights alone at home

celebrations turned into forgotten marks on the calendar

daily “i love you”s turned into silence

the two of you knew the relationship had run its course already

but you were both afraid to face the truth

until one night, when you waited for jiwoong to come home after midnight

practice ended late, so he came home later than usual

so seeing you waiting for him at 2 am, he knew it was time

the two of you say nothing for a while, cherishing what time left you two had

until you decided to break the silence

“we can’t continue on like this, jiwoong.”

a small part of you was hoping he’d disagree with you, that he would argue back and fight, fight for you to remain in his life

but a bigger part of you knew that he couldn’t

“i’m sorry.” was all he said

tears threatened to pour out of your eyes, but you fought them, wanting to end your relationship on a brighter note

enveloping him in a tight hug, you two spend nearly five minutes in each others’ arms

until you pulled away

“i love you.” he said, “i’ll never stop.”

“i know.” was all you replied with “it’ll be okay.”

you leave him one last kiss, and he lets you go, watching you walk out of that door, wishing you’d turn around and run back to him

the tears finally pour out, a sob threatening to escape your throat as you walked out into the porch

all the while, jiwoong watched with his heart shattered inside his chest, as the one thing he considered home left him forever

% . . zhang hao :: falling out of love

the first time zhanghao met you, he immediately fell head over heels

he was so mesmerized by you; your beauty, your personality— everything

he wasted no time in pursuing you. he asked you out on a date, then another, and another

until you both decided to make it official

the beginning of your relationship was akin to bliss

with zhanghao doting on you at every given moment, making sure that you were loved and cared for

he would always go out of his way to provide you with everything

he was nothing short of the perfect boyfriend

until, after a few months, you noticed all of the changes

they were small— at first

back then, zhanghao would always respond to your calls and texts with such speed, never letting you wait for him to respond

but recently, he would reply hours later, and wouldn’t return your calls until a day after

you didn’t make a big deal out of it at first

but it got worse

zhanghao barely reached out to talk to you

he never visited, never asked to see you at school— nothing

the gifts you used to receive from him out of the blue suddenly stopped

the parties and events you used to attend with him turned into just you attending by yourself

you tried to convince yourself that he was just busy, he’s probably occupied with school or work

but by the time the third month of stone silence passed

you had enough

you drove to zhanghao’s place, demanding to see him

having a spare key, you barged inside, only to see him just merely playing games in his room

annoyed, he snaps at you, “what the hell are you doing?!”

before you came in here, you had a whole speech prepared for when you were face to face

but now, standing in front of the man you used to love— the man that used to love you,

you couldn’t remember a thing

“can’t you tell that i’m busy?” zhanghao exclaimed, pointing towards his computer screen

“we’re over.” was the only thing you said

you walked out, running out of his house

you half-hoped that zhanghao would run after you

that he’s stop you from leaving, apologize for everything and that everything would turn back to normal

but. nothing.

no one came

with tears pouring down your face, you ran and left

and never came back

% . . sung hanbin :: unrequited love

hanbin was one of your closest friends

you two grew up together, with your parents being close

ever since you two were kids, you always admired hanbin

you adored him so much, always following him wherever he went

it took you twenty years to realize that you were in love with him

you had never been in love with anyone else, you never even considered it

hanbin was the only guy you were ever interested in, and you feared that he might actually be the only one ever

but who could blame you?

one look at him and anyone would fall

you loved everything about hanbin, his smile, his laugh, the way his eyes shine whenever he talks about anything that he likes

you wanted to confess your feelings to him so bad

but you knew that it wasn’t going to end well for you

in your two decades of friendship, hanbin has never shown any romantic interest for you

he treats you like his little sibling

so you knew that you had no chance

but, one random day, you managed to grow the courage to tell him

you were tired of pining for him in silence, and just wanted to let your feelings out

so you invited him over and told him to meet you in your backyard that night

with the stars twinkling above you both, you hoped for the best

“hanbin.” you began. “i’m in love with you.”

he stared at you for a while, shocked at what he heard

your heart was beating right out of your chest, and you felt like passing out

you prayed with all of your might for hanbin to tell you the words you’ve always wished to hear; “i love you.”

but alas, hanbin doesn’t say it.

“oh [y/n],” he says, voice solemn. “i’m sorry..”

and that was all of the confirmation you needed

tears immediately formed in your ehyes, and you forced to swallow the huge lump in your throat

“it’s okay.” you say. “i gotta.. go..”

you turned around and walked away from your own backyard, tears pouring down your cheeks the moment you turn your back from hanbin

hanbin, left alone in your backyard, hoping that you were okay, and wishing that he could love you the way you did him

but he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried

% . . seok matthew :: just friends

matthew was your bestest friend in the whole world

he knew you like the back of his hand, and you him

the two of you were inseparable

wherever one was, the other would always follow

so it wasn’t a mystery as to how you fell in love with him

matthew was the textbook definition of a perfect gentleman

he always treated you so kindly

walking you home after school, pulling out the chair for you to sit in, opening every door for you

he treated you like a princess

and just like that, you slowly fell for the man you’ve known for nearly ten years

and at first, you never did address or face any of your feelings, far too afraid of its circumstances

you were okay with being just friends with matthew, because you’d rather have that than nothing

but sometimes, you found yourself wishing for more

wishing to be more than just his best friend

you wanted to call him yours, and you longed to be his more than anything else

but no matter how much your heart begged, you could never walk up to him and admit it

so you stood behind, and watched him from the side

always there whenever he needed you

until one day, he ran to you bearing news

“she said yes!” he said

you felt your heart drop down to your feet, “what?”

“i asked rei out on a date and she said yes! [y/n], this could be it!”

he was smiling and laughing, and you knew he was feeling ecstatic with the way his eyes crinkled everytime he laughed

your heart shattered. you always dreaded this day, but nothing could have prepared you for the actual time matthew found someone else

“that’s great.” you replied, a bitter taste leaving your tongue as you spoke. “i’m happy for you.”

oblivious to your heartbreak, matthew hugs you tight

“thanks [y/n]! i know you always have my back.”

you laughed bitterly, feeling a lump in your throat.

“i do.” you replied. “i’m always here for you.”

% . . kim taerae :: long distance

taerae was your highschool sweetheart

the two of you got into a relationship when you were only sixteen

when you were both merely in highschool

you were so young yet so in love

it baffled you to think that you would’ve already met the one you wanna spent your entire life with at such a young age

but what wasn’t to love about taerae? he was kind, caring and sweet

he prioritized you over everything else, and he was never selfish

he always made sure that he was taking your feelings into consideration in every decision he made

but time came, when you were both in college,

taerae was offered to be part of the special exchange program in your university

as one of the smartest students in campus, taerae was offered to be sent to america to continue his program

he wanted to decline at first, in fear of leaving his family, his friends and his life

and of course, he was afraid of leaving you behind

but you told him not to worry, that you’d be okay

and besides, it wasn’t like the two of you would stop talking, right?

the opportunity was too good to pass on, so taerae accepted the offer

he would spend the next four years and america, and you, back in korea, waiting for his return

the two of you tried to make it work

texting and calling everyday, updating each other over the littlest things

but with the different timezones, the busy schedules, and with all of the other things in your life that you had to handle

suddenly, taerae could no longer prioritize you

and you didn’t want to be selfish, either

but waiting for your phone to ring at night only for you to wake up in the morning with not even a message was starting to hurt

you tried to talk to him about it, but there was nothing he could do

his studies had to be first. then his family second. he couldn’t leave his friends in the US either

so where did that leave you?

so on a cold winter night in korea, you called him, with tears in your eyes as he met you with a sullen expression

“this isn’t working out anymore, tae.” you said

“[y/n], baby we can work this out—“ he tried to fight it, but you both knew that there was nothing left to fight for anymore

“no, we can’t.” by then, you were crying, all of the accumulated frustration finally bursting from you.

“three more years, [y/n]. can’t you wait for three more years?” taerae asked

and it might’ve been selfish, but you couldn’t, not anymore

“i’m tired, tae.” you said

taerae said nothing, then, understanding that there was nothing he could do or say that would change your mind

“i’m sorry.” there were so much more he wanted to say, but he couldn’t find the words

“i’m sorry, too.” with a heavy heart, you ended the call, throwing your phone away as you cried

if only things were easier for you both, maybe you could’ve tried again.

% . . shen quanrui :: better off alone

ricky was one of the most attractive men you’ve ever set your eyes on

you met him in a party, amidst all of the random, unappealing men trying to hit on you

ricky was one of the only ones who kept their distance

who merely looked at you, but said nothing

for some reason, you were attracted to him almost immediately, so you went up to him for a conversation

almost immediately, you two clicked

you had a lot in common, and shared a lot of interests with each other

you spent the entire night getting to know one another

and the next thing you knew, his number was on your phone

you spent a few weeks going out on dates and talking over the phone

before you both decided to make it official

the first few weeks were fine

ricky introduced you to his friends, and you introduced him to yours

he took you out on multiple dates, bought you countless gifts and made sure that he treated you right

you felt the sparks of what could’ve been a long-term relationship

but things wouldn’t last forever

soon enough, you started to have disagreements with ricky

those disagreements turned into arguments, and those arguments turned into full blown fights

you couldn’t go out on dates without the two of you fighting over something

and even if you spent time with each other’s company, you would spend most of it in silence

because if any of you talked, you both knew you’d just end up arguing

you weren’t sure when it started to change, but you knew that your relationship wasn’t the same anymore

and you also knew that it was better to end it sooner than later

on a sullen morning, you came up to ricky’s apartment to talk

“what do you want?” ricky said, voice empty of any love or care.

“we need to break up.” you said, wanting to get your point across directly

albeit you knew ricky’s love had changed, you weren’t expecting him to react so coldly with your words

“sure.” was the only thing he said.

“is that all you have to say?” you asked, already feeling upset

“what? you wanna hear something else from me?” he mocked

the sliver of affection you felt for ricky finally slipped away, and was now replaced by bitterness

“i hate you.” you said, turning around and walking away

even though you walked out of his apartment curdling with rage, deep down, you could feel sadness, too

sadness over the good times you’ve spent with ricky

mere memories now, that it’s all over

but maybe, it was better for the both of you this way

% . . kim gyuvin :: there’s someone else

you’ve had a crush on gyuvin for years now

ever since you knew him in middle school, you’ve always idolized him

what was not to like? not only was gyuvin incredibly attractive,

he was one of the kindest boys you’ve ever known in your life

he genuinely cared about people, and was never one to be rude or disrespectful towards everyone

you weren’t close to him, but he’s known you since middle school, too

although he treated you like a friend, part of you wants more

you’ve always wanted to confess, to just tell him what you feel

mostly because you just wanted to get it over with

but a part of you couldn’t help but to have hope

that maybe, just maybe, gyuvin felt the same way for you, too

so, in high school, you tried to let him know

you did it in stages; first, you got closer to him, befriended him in the halls when he saw you during the first day of classes

you anonymously wrote him letters, sliding them inside his locker

you bought him gifts, and sent him flowers during special occassions

and even asked your other friends to hand him snacks and treats during soccer practice

all throughout the year, you carried out your plan, only to confess at the last day of the first school year

so when time came, you send him an anonymous letter, asking him to meet you at the rooftop

and when he came, you were already there, waiting

his shock at seeing you wasn’t the only thing he felt that day, because once he was there, your nervousness kicked in

“gyuvin, i have something to tell you.” you began, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“i’ve always wanted to say this and i feel like now might be—“

“i’m sorry, [y/n] but let me stop you there.” he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder

“y-yeah?” you replied with a hopeful heart

“i really appreciate all this, and i’m glad that it was you who was sending me all those stuff, but,” he said, “i have a girlfriend.”

your heart broke at his words, and you felt so empty you couldn’t even hear the rest of his words.

“—so i’m really, really sorry.” he frowned, an apologetic look plastered on his face. “are you ok?”

“y-yeah!” you cleared your throat, trying to swallow the lump that had formed there a second ago. “it’s okay! no worries.”

“you sure?” he asked, and you wanted to cuss him out for being so caring like this

because maybe then, you wouldn’t have fallen for him this hard

“mhm.” you let out a dry laugh. “i-i gotta go. sorry for wasting your time.”

“[y/n], wait—“ before he could stop you, you were already walking away and out of the rooftop

you hoped he wouldn’t follow, because it would have been even more embarrassing for him to witness you sob and cry while you ran away

you wanted to yell at him so bad for making you hurt like this

but then again, it wasn’t his fault

you were the dumb one who fell in love with someone who was never gonna be yours

what else could have he done?

% . . park gunwook :: first loves never last

you and gunwook knew each other when you were both toddlers

you met him in kindergarten, back when you didn’t even know what love was and could barely spell out your own name

he was a little mean to you, at first

as a child, he would often tease you and push you around

and you’d often be found crying, running to your mom and dad whining gun’ook pushed me!!

gunwook couldn’t help it, for some unknown reason, he just loved to play with you so much

but as you two grew older, gunwook realized it was because he liked you a little too much to be considered platonic

so when you were in middle school, gunwook took a leap of faith and decided to confess to you

you were both only fourteen, but you knew that you had feelings for him as well

you accepted his confession, and in return admitted to him that you felt the same way

he was ecstatic, absolutely in the clouds when you told him

the two of you decided not to do anything about for now, since you were both so young

you figured you’d label your relationship in the future, maybe after high school

so you two continued on— focusing on your individual lives together

you were still the best of friends, and gunwook continued to treat you the same

he continued to tease you a lot, and even pulled a few pranks on you here and there

you didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop, because you knew that that was the way he expressed his love

but gunwook would always make sure that you were alright

he’d pick you up after your classes, take you to a hole-in-the-wall ramen shop and buy you all of the food you wanted to eat

he’d take you to school events, gushing about how pretty you were in a dress and how lucky he was to be your date

you couldn’t have been more happy

things remained the same for years

until your final year of high school came

you and gunwook were still close but because you’ve both been busy with your final year, you haven’t had the time to hang out or see each other

you were busy studying for college entrance exams, while gunwook spent most of his time at school

he barely got to see you, and you weren’t replying much to his texts either so he just let you be

he respected your time and didn’t want to bother you. he knew how important your studies were, so he let you be

but things got worse soon after

during the times he’d invite you out, you’d always decline and say you were busy studying

while in your short breaks, you tried to ask him over, only for him to decline and say he’s hanging out with his friends

soon enough, the two of you stopped inviting the other out

until you eventually stopped talking all together

the day of your exams were nearing, and you were more busy than ever

but you wanted to talk to gunwook one last time

so when he said yes, and came right over to your house, you were delighted

“[y/n].” he greeted you. “how have you been?”

“alright, i guess.” you responded. “stressed. my exams are soon.”

“i remember.” he said. “you’ve been awful busy.”

“i know.” you sighed. “i’m really sorry—“

“i understand.” gunwook says. “i get it, yeah. it’s really important to you.”

you frowned. it was only then did it sink in how much you’ve neglected gunwook. he’d waited for you for months, and here you were.

“but,” gunwook continued. “i wanna be important to you too.”

the guilty kept creeping in. “you are important to me.”

“doesn’t seem like it, anymore.” he sighed.

you didn’t know what to say next, so you both sat there in silence.

you tried to think of something that would convince gunwook to forgive you, but you knew that everything was your fault.

if only you could’ve given him more attention, then maybe—

“—maybe it’s better this way.” gunwook says. “i don’t think we’re good for each other anymore, anyway.”

“what are you saying?” you asked.

“i’m saying it’s not the same anymore, [y/n].” he says “maybe we aren’t meant for each other.”

you felt your heart shatter at his words.

“i’m sorry, [y/n].” he stood up and began to leave. “i hope you pass your exams.”

and with that, he left

you remain there, sitting and feeling empty, as if when gunwook left, he took your heart with you

deep down, you knew he did

you just wished you would’ve taken his with you, too.

acehoons © 2023

[gwen1nnnnn]

midnight swim🌙 beomgyu x reader

description : Smut

Tw : Nipple play , riding , cussing , alcohol , kissing

YES I AM USING MY PFP FOR THIS LMAOOO SORRY IF MY SPELLING IS BAD BTW

11:58

It was late at night ab 12am and beomgyu and I wanted to go for a late night swim in our pool, I wore my black bikini and he wore his black swimming trunks with a black shirt , we got ready and went outside to are pool, gyu come in its not that cold I say, okay okay im coming in he says, the pool is so prefect rn gyu its not cold and its so relaxing I say, yeah yeah he says swimming towards me, he grabs me and puts me over his shoulder, heyyyy put me downnnn, then he throws me across to the deepend laughing , I lift my head up from the water pissed off , BEOMGYUUUU why would u do that I say swimming back to him , because is was silly he says grabbing on to my waist and pulling me closer to him, then he whispers in my ear

"lets go inside for a sec and get something to drink" okay sure i say swimming to the stair steps as he follows behind me ,we walk in getting the floors wet , then beomgyu walks to the kitchen and opens the cabinet grabbing a bottle of alcohol and gets two shot glasses , I just stand there a little shoocked, what are u staring at let's go he says , okay I say as we walk back outside with the goods, he places the alcohol and cups by the pool as we get back inside the water , he pours it into both glasses handing me one , we drink one , then two , then somehow three I told him we should stop and we did then we were swimming around together giggling and being silly , then he grabbed me by the waist once again but this time leaving a sloppy kiss on my lips , the pushes me to the edge of the pool and it just happened we started making out, his hands all over me going up and down my waist , I could feel his warm tongue in my mouth, he picks me up , my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms wrapped around his neck he steps out the pool carrying me back inside ,leading to the bedroom he throws me on the bed and sits beside me tapping his lap so I sit on it , I do as he wants he continued kissing me the kiss got more deep , I pulled away gasping for air his hands slip to my back removing the top of my bikini and tossing it to the floor, he starts kissing and bitting my neck whismpering little things in between as he plays around with my nipples and sneezing my boobs , he stops and gets up leaving me sitting on the bed as he takes off his shirt and shorts he sits back down and says "ride me" I was shoocked for a second but got up and took off my bottoms and sat on top of him as he puts his dick inside of me , I wrapp my arms around his neck as his hands on my waist guides me , then he starts whismpering "your doing so good for me y/n" "just like that move slow" "your so tight and warm for me"

"fuck ur doing so good" "your so beautiful" "you look do good on top of me" there it was I felt my high coming and so did he , "please gyu my legs are so sore just finish for me I said " and he did he layed me on my back and started pounding into me barring his face into my neck whismpering praises into my ear as I wrapp my legs around his waist , i could feel it I was so close and so was he , gyu please fill me up I said , he started slowing down as I felt warm liquid fill up inside of me afterwords we got cleaned took a bath and ordered some pizza

I HOPE YALL LIKED IT I WROTE THIS HALF ASLEEP LMAOOO

[rustys-lodge]

Summary : Elvis takes you in for a day...or two...Sue lin kind of thing...

Pairings : Platonic Elvis x reader.

Warnings : none i guess ????

A/N : repeat after me ▪︎▪︎ Rusty we forgive you for the quality of this gif because its a movie from 1960 and it's alright ▪︎▪︎ thank you. Anyways, don't know what this is, to be honest, i just wanted to write something Elvis before my spark for him goes away. Also let's all forget the fact that i wrote smut about him too lol.

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Sitting against the cracked wall outside the fair, your eyes traveled across the empty street around you...You weren't so young...You shouldn't be feeling scared..But...But your daddy warned you about the men outside the farm, their behaviour and their....what's the word ? Lust ?

A whimper snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked down at the little creature tilting it's head at you. "At least you're here." You gurgled, your hand landing on the dog's head.

"What are you doin out here all on ya' own, little girl ?"

Your heart skipped a beat.

You lifted your head up and bat your eyes at the man towering over you, scoffing. He didn't look so...lustful. But you had to be careful anyways-

" i ain't a little girl." You roared. " And i ain't alone." Your eyes darted down to the whining dog beside you.

The suited up man let out a little giggle..."Well, i'm sorry, sweetheart. I just don't think this is the right place for you." He paused for a second, hesitating. "Are you...waitin' on somebody ?."

A sigh escaped your throat. You were...indeed,waiting for somebody. Your uncle, to be more precise. He said he'll come pick you up at 8....it's almost midnight.

"I am." The words came out louder than you wanted them to be. "My uncle."

"What kind of uncle leaves a little thing like you outside at such a late hour."

You growled. A little thing like me...?

"It ain't none o' ya business, mister. Now i'd like to be left alone, if you mind." You waved him off. But he didn't budge.

"Ain't you a little bratty ?" He commented, causing triumph to travel down your whole body. "How can a little girl like you be so bratty ?"

The man didn't seem too bothered by your behaviour. "It don't seem like it's workin..." you huffed, earning yourself a second chuckle from him.

"Well am i gonna have to break my legs and sit down beside you or do you wanna go to a diner and wait for your uncle there ?"

It really wasn't working at all. And...Your uncle didn't seem like he was coming, either.

Your eyes traveled around the man's features. His slicked back hair, his freshly shaved face, the suit hugging his chest. He didn't seem like the dangerous kind. And frankly, you weren't feeling so safe with your new pet friend either.

Maybe it's best to have him around ?

But your momma taught you better than this.

"Well..."

Your momma did teach you better than this....But she didn't teach you what to do in such cases. You need help...

"The sidewalk's pretty dirty..." A small chuckle shyly left your lips and the man thereupon brought his arm out, offering you his hand.

"Then come with me. We'll go to a coffee shop around town. Just to make sure nothin' bad happens to ya."

You hesitated for a second, before smacking your hand into the man's.

"Can i at least get your name, little girl ?"Your new friend bent down, meeting your eyes. "Mine's Elvis. Elvis presley"

You smiled. "Mine's Y/N. And i ain't a little girl."

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PART 2

Sorry to whoever read the first version, at last i decided Elvis would be better. I wanna write a part 2 and 3 and 4 ❤️ i love the combo so much. If yall got any requests, go for it !!🖤🖤🖤⚘️⚘️⚘️

[charnockite]

HELLO i hope this ask finds u well :]

so not to be annoying or anything but out of curiosity (and immense unending passion for the topic and also your fanfic) is there a chance the uhf fic will finish? not like, right now or in a month, but just in general :)) sorry ive read the draft like 10 times by now and yknow lol :)) have a lovely day from the weird al fans of tumblr!!

hello!!! your ask finds me in one of my labs, hunkered down between classes.

it's completely alright to ask! there's always a chance I'll go back to any of my drafts [including anything I've posted to ao3 and unfortunately abandoned over the years], but I'm still working on my longer ted lasso fic [which is now at 123k! very weird to know I wrote that much] and I'm a bit worried that trying to revisit an older draft might knock me out of my groove before I finish it.

that being said! I still do incredibly appreciate all the love you + others have given the draft so far; it's so sweet to see people so passionate about something I'm playing around with [and I think of the one comic that was drawn nearly every day]. there's a scene or two that're further down the plot of the story than I wrote in the draft [ergo, doesn't take place right where the draft stops] but I'd still love to share it as a thank-you. as always, it's very unedited, very rough, but hopefully something to y'all will enjoy. :) have a nice day as well!

Sinatra wasn’t the worst to listen to, but when it seemed as though all the radio stations in Oklahoma could loop through were the man’s Christmas albums, Robert could understand why some people would have a grudge against the guy. It’d been an hour and a half of Sinatra, Sinatra, and even more Sinatra, slowly driving a wedge into whatever Christmas spirit he still had at the ripe-old age of twenty-five. 

Teri’s parents lived all the way in the suburbs of Oklahoma City, a far cry away from his and George’s apartment in Tulsa. Usually, the traffic would make him wish for a day where faster-than-light travel was the norm, but at two in the morning on Christmas Day, I-44 had been all but deserted.

Even with the lights strung ‘round each house, little reindeer pulling plastic sleighs that gleamed back under his headlights, Robert had to turn his brights on to see the house numbers. His car slowed to a crawl, creeping through the picture of perfect suburbia. 

Each house was perfect in its own right; a blanket of snow on each lawn, a wreath on each door, a brand new car or two in each driveway. He’d bet his life savings that all (save one or two) of the houses had perfect families, too. A husband and his wife, their two kids, an overexcited dog or a temperamental cat. 

It used to nauseate him, seeing places like this, knowing this would be his life. That he’d be the father waking up on Christmas to a wife wrapped around him, that he’d have to -, do things with her that he didn’t want to think about doing. 

He shuddered, chilled despite his heater working overtime and then some. Usually, his car was on the colder side ‘cause Robert ran hot, but George was more delicate than he was. He hadn’t grown up in Oklahoma, wasn’t used to how cold the winters got. If George had it his way, they’d live in a damn blast furnace from the second the temperature began to drop. 

He parked, an inch from the curb of the nicest house he’d ever seen, staring at a mailbox that someone’d painted “The Cambells” on in curly, vintage font. 

With a pre-emptive cringe, he honked his horn, quick as he could. It was what he’d told George he’d do when he got here, letting him know he was good to run out. 

Robert stared at the door, waiting to see the familiar head of curls he’d grown fond of. He didn’t know what to expect, not after getting a frantic phone call at half-past midnight, begging for him to pick him up. 

There was a joke somewhere in there, that George got lucky that Robert’s a night owl, but before he could hoot down the phone, he’d realized George was serious. It wasn’t some midnight worry, not a kid asking his mom to pick him up ‘cause he can’t sleep without a certain blanket. 

George knew how far the drive was, how miserable it’d be to drive in the middle of the night. He knew how bad it’d be for him and Teri if he disappeared without goodbye.

And yet, he called.

Robert didn’t think there’d ever be a time in his life where he wouldn’t answer.

[freakcliff]

32, 51 and 54 please

hehehe thank you

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers. aaaah that's scary. i often like authors for a specific Fandom so like hmm let me think. Okay. first off is @shoalsea on here & ao3. they write fic about my best friend tim drake and like. both of their fics are those fics that are so fundamental to my understanding of canon that esp with batman comics they've superseded it. whenever i think to myself who is tim drake i think about thsoe fics. second one im gonna say is kinneas on ao3, i read their persona 5 fic and it also holds that special place for me of being good enough that it actively influenced my thoughts on who the characters were and the themes of the story; and also special points to their fic for also having a lot of solid themes & explorations of emotions and shit that go beyond being good for This Fandom and being like good commentary/lessons/whatever on Life. finally i'd say @essektheylyss/divinationwizard on ao3 & here; i really need to read their more recent stuff once i get back around to critical role, but they were like, that one writer who i was always obsessing over & taking inspiration from when i was into cr, which was the first fandom i was super involved in & the first fandom i wrote fic for

51. What’s your total AO3 word count? 120,536. which both feels like so many and not many at all if you feel me. ive been like 5 years in the making steadily chipping away at writing consistently and i think im slowly getting there. maybe

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process? uhhh. shit . when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie? sorry its late as im typing this im a bit loopy. I think it's changed a lot as ive written, and im still like. working on making writing a thing i Enjoy doing consistently & a sort of habit/hobby. so i can say definetly that i write because i want to and i like it but uh what part of it do i unilaterally enjoy? picking titles from my evil little list? all of it? none of it? I love... when i write... and there is a really good phrase. or a very fun emotion. or a conversation that really hits. ooh, i love in my mind when im imagining something happening and i can feel the bits fitting together to make something coherent and meaningful. i love when a line pops into my head at midnight and i gotta get up outta bed to record it. i love especially the satisfaction of seeing my finished writing on the page & that satisfaction you get of fuck yeah i made something! this started as an idea and now it's a real tangible thing! i love especially when the tangible thing measures even half up to whta was in my brain. and i love when people tell me that my writing is so cool and awesome in creative writing class and leave long comments on ao3

[evans-ward]

🍿 🍒 🔥 for the ask game <3

hii! thanks 4 the ask! i'll still be answering these for 🖤 baxter cuz.. yeah.. 💞

🍿 — your perception of them and their perception of you?

omfg. i wrote like 3 paragraphs for this but tumblr just. deleted them. fucked up.. im gonna rewrite them because i am a lil sick and may not have understood the question on the first go around anyway😭

i think baxter sees me as his equal, and more of a person with my own wants and needs than he did 5 years ago. i'm not entirely sure how to phrase this how i want to ,, but we both definitely have some issues with seeing each other as more important than any other person.

idolizing. thats the word. thanku..

we both perceive each other as a higher being, but we both see this in different ways?

like i 100% see baxter as more important than myself and a lot of other people(selfshipping is super important to me can you tell?)but dont really have a problem with it.

baxter has more of a (as he puts it) problem with not pushing other people away in place of favoring me, its very cute but i want him to have friends, super sad😔 /j

i dont know if this makes sense or answers the question at all ?? but yeah. im sick and its almost midnight mb...

🍒 — what would your contact names be for each other?

our contact names for each other would probably be silly, or at least mine would be, he'd probably just keep me as my first name with no image attached to it😭

in my mind (yes i have thought abt this. dont underestimate the baxter selfship lore,,,) i have him as "bax💜" or smth with a black cat for his icon... grah i want to do a texting au with him sometime, its always appealed to me even if its not #cool or #hip with the kids

🔥 — who gets jealous easier?

i already answered this, so i'm just pasting it here!

me probably, i have more opportunities to be jealous at least</3, baxter is hot so like i get it but hes MINE!! rarara!! baxter gets reasonably protective over me in the rare circumstance that i get hit on, but when someone flirts with my man its over👊 /silly

*****

sorry this took me 7 billion years to answer ive been super duper sick these past few days, but i seriously love getting asks about bax, it makes my day and i would never shut up about him given the option

THANK U SO MUCH FOR ASKING!! I LOVE THESE!! SO MUCH LOVE FOREVWR....

[its-reddie123]

Gods cross

Chapter 3 (last chapter)

AN- this is based heavily on the film 'the miseducation of Cameron post' and wrote this ages ago before seeing the whole film, it is a bit heavy but doesnt actually go super into anything, figured i may as well upload the rest even though its been years lol, see chapter 2 here:

Content warnings: lots of potential triggers such as homophobic language and actions and references to self harm and suicide and torture and institutional abuse

The next day at breakfast, Richie just sat down together with his food when suddenly what appeared to be some red headed boy ran up to Richie hugging him tightly but after smelling the familiar smell of strawberries and cigarettes Richie realised Beverly was in his arms.

“Bev oh my god, are you alright, what did they do to you?” Richie said still holding her tightly his saw Eddie was watching Bev with a worried look in his eyes

“I can’t... n..not now, sorry” she said in shaky breathes and Richie could feel her hands shaking on his body.

“How’s Stan? Did you see him?” Richie ask pulling away to look at the broken expression on her face

“He’s still in there, I think...I think they found more scars on his arms, I never saw him but I heard his screams” that broke her down again.

“They got Eddie” he whispered not knowing she would react, he almost hoped she hadn’t heard at all, but she did

“I know”

“You know?”

“Yeah I saw him being dragged in and I know you two were becoming a thing I’m not blind for Christ’s sake” she said chuckling

“He told me he was sorry for leaving you alone” Richie said getting up she followed as they made their way down a corridor.

“I know he told me” bev said smiling at Richie

“He did when?”

“Before my fight with Greta, he told me he was still keeping his head down though, apparently not” she said raising her eyebrows

“Sports shed?” Richie asked

“Sports shed” Beverly agreed smiling

The rest of the evening was filled with Richie filling in Beverly on all the gossip about him and Eddie while the two laughed and made their way through a whole pack Marlboros. Their own kind of normal.

*

They had gone back up to their dorms before lights out so they wouldn’t be caught. It was getting on for midnight and Richie was about half asleep when a he felt someone shake his arm lightly. He looked up to see Stan he wasn’t crying but his eyes were very red

“When did you get back?” Richie whispered putting on his glasses

“Just now the matron let me in” Stan said fiddling with his hands Richie sat up a little while Stan sat on the side of his bed his hands in his lap

“You okay? can I do anything?” Richie asked worried, he knew how unstable Stan could be normally

“I don’t trust myself to not... to not...you know, can I sleep in your bed tonight is that weird?” Stan whispered getting quieter and quieter as he did

“ no it’s fine I understand you don’t wanna be alone right?”

“Yeah I know your with Eddie and everything so I wouldn’t have to touch you anything if you don’t want...”

“Shut up Staniel get in here” Richie whispered grinning to himself, Stan followed as instructed and as he lay down Richie gently placed one arm around him holding him tight to his chest he then felt the tension in Stan’s body eventually ebb away as he fell asleep in Richie’s arms.

“We need to talk” it had been two more weeks no Eddie, Richie had tried to find a way to save him but he was locked up behind about three steel doors and several guards. Rich was currently sat opposite a councillor after being dragged there without reason

“About what?” Richie looked up at the skinny woman with sunken eyes

“I don’t think your actually improving, Richard” she said straightening out a stack of papers

“What?” He wasnt expecting that “I am!”

“Over the three months you have spent with us I have picked up on under hand comments, sitting with... the wrong people and frankly it appears you are just telling us what we want to hear”

“That’s not true I am better, much better I’m not attracted to the same gender anymore I promise”

“Unfortunately I just don’t believe that Richard, it appears my judgement of non- invasive treatment was wrongly prescribed, you will placed in the intensive treatment centre indefinitely”

“Fucking bullshit” Richie whispered under his breath.

The woman stood up “please follow me, unco-operation will be met with force”

Richie stood in that moment he blocked out his thoughts his feelings all to the back of his head and just became a robot following the woman down stairs and corridors until they were at least three floors under ground. He knew in the end it would lead him to Eddie so he blocked his urges to run the other way because he needed to save him.

He walked past some rows of cells mostly boys were in them curled in corners some sobbing, Rich turned his left and right as they went desperately searching for Eddie

“Richie!?” From the left Richie saw the smaller boy run across gripping the bars on the small window of his door that contained him.

“It’s going to be okay I promise!” Richie shouted back as he was forcefully pushed into his own cell diagonally across from Eddie.

“What’s it gunna take to get out of here?” Richie asked a woman who passed through some food that evening, she gave him a glare and walked away

“Shit” he slumped sliding down the wall

*

*CLICK* Eddies door opened swinging open on the hinges making him wake from a uncomfortable sleep with a start.

“What’s going on?” He said rubbing the sleep from his eyes

“Your scheduled for a shower” a small skinny woman said pocketing a bundle of keys

“Right” Eddie said slipping out of his old rattling bed

He had made a point of easily complying with everything that was asked of him down here so as to gain the trust of those running the stuff down here so they had never been that handsy or forceful with him.

They began to walk down the corridor Eddie in front of the woman

“Sorry about this” Eddie said gritting his teeth and whacking his elbow right back into the woman’s face, she stumbled back falling against the wall clutching a bleeding nose.

“HELP!” The woman shouted, he quickly grabbed the keys from her pocket and sprinted to Richie’s cell.

“Richie...Richie get up we’re going!” Eddie shouted to a still sleeping Richie while he fumbled with the keys

“Huh, what? Eddie what’s going on?” Richie jumped up to the bars watching as Eddie successfully unlocked the doors swinging it open. Richie lent down to peck Eddie on the lips,

“Not now we gotta run” Eddie said his cheeks blushing pink

“Hey what’s going on here?”a man said about ten feet away “get back in your cells this instant you worthless...” he was cut short as Richie fist punched right into his face, the guy who was actually quite beefy in character turned pulling a much stronger punch on Richie knocking him down and then

he began kicking him “HEY LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!” Eddie screeched whacking him round the face with an old bucket

“Right now we gotta go” Eddie said helping up a battered Richie

“Okay cherry pie” he said wiping a trickle of blood from below his mouth “wait what about everyone else? Hey who wants out?!” Richie shouted it was met with silence

“They don’t want to be who they are Rich, come on let’s go” Eddie said pulling on his sleeve

“Okay you know a way where we won’t be seen?”

“Yeah follow me” he dodged round a corner up stairs then more stairs gripping tightly onto Richie’s hand. luckily it was early and no one else was up in the main building, they ran through some doors, the crisp cold morning air hitting them as the ran on further round more corners

They finally made it to the sports shed with a loud slam they opened the door

“WHAT THE F... Richie? Eddie?” Stan jumped flying to the corner of the small shed

“Richie what happened to your hand? Are you guys okay?” Beverly asked with a worried look

“What do you think, we just fucking broke out the conversion therapy dungeon” Richie said now slumping down against the door frame, his breathing was growing faster even though they had stopped running and he pulled his knees up to his chest and dropped his head as a panic attack began to wash over him

“Richie? Hey hey” Eddie dropped down beside him putting an arm round his back

“It’s gunna be okay we are gunna get out of here”

“What’s the plan?” Asked Stan, now settling back to a sitting position

“Get the hell out of here, finally” Eddie said

“You guys in?” Eddie asked flashing a quick glance to Richie

“Yes” said Stan looking down to his hands

“Yeah it’s about time” Beverly said jumping up and grabbing several things from her secret hiding place and some bolt cutter from behind an old bundle of hockey sticks.

“Right now?” Asked Stan eyes worried

“Yeah we won’t get caught it’s dead out rthere” Richie reassured his breathing calming slightly

“Where are we going to go?”

“We’ll figure that out later” Eddie said as they headed back toward the metal chain fence to which Beverly began picking away at.

*

“You hit him with a bucket” Richie chuckled “where did you get a bucket?!”

“I don’t know it was just there” Eddie shrugged, smiling up at Richie and taking his hand in his interlocking their fingers.

“Hey guys come see this!!!” Beverly shouted down from up a hill. They had been walking through the forest for several hours, and despite everyones feet were beginning to ache and blister no one said a word but they all needed a rest.

“What is it?” Rich asked as they approached

“A diner, I say we go, I need to call someone they could help us” Stan said in a hushed voice

“Let’s do it” Eddie agreed

*

“Hello welcome to Daisy’s diner my names Ben, What can I get you guys?” The young waiter asked. Three looked at each other and all collectively emptied their pockets realising their lack of money, though they managed to collect a small pile of coins on the slightly sticky table top.

“What can we get for one dollar fifty cent Haystack?” Richie said looking up through his creoles glasses

Ben wrinkled his eyebrows and smiled at the nick name

“Um I guess a small fries, but I will chuck in some free chocolate shakes you guys look like you’ve had a rough day”

“We have, thank you” Beverly said smiling up at the sandy haired boy

“No problem, I will get all that right to you guys” Ben said smiling back at Beverly before heading back to the counter.

“I like him he’s cute!” Beverly said staring after him

“Go get him bev” Eddie said using a napkin to dab some blood of Richie knuckles

“Give me time” Beverly said still starring in his direction

“He’s been out there a while, you think he’s okay?” Richie asked to no one in particular, looking outside to Stan who stood squidged into a telephone box.

“Yeah he will be fine I’m just glad he’s out of there, I’m glad we all are” Beverly said smiling at the two boys opposite her, that sort of sad but happy smile.

“If you don’t mind me asking how comes you guys look like a bunch of pilgrims” Ben said coming back with their order

“Well benny boy” Richie said Beverly shuffled uncomfortably in her booth “we just escaped from a homophobic and frankly over enthusiastic conversion Christian camp, if you would believe me”

“Wait they still do those?” Ben said shock covering his cheerful face

“Yeah” Bev said touching her head

“Shit, hey can I sit I’m on break now” Ben said looking at his watch

“Sure” Eddie said and Richie nodded while Beverly moved up to the end of bench

“So who put you in there in the first place?” Ben asked eyeing the three

“Our parents” Said Eddie as his sipped a chocolate milkshake, with Richie’s arms was slung round the back of the seat holding onto Eddies shoulder while Richie used his other hand to eat some fries.

“Jesus I didn’t even realise there was one near by, what are you going to do now?” Ben looked over to Beverly who smiled at him

“Well Stan’s calling someone but I think from what he said they live very far away so we might need somewhere to stay tonight, do you know anywhere” as she turned around to point out the window she realised he had disappeared from the phone box. “Shit, Stans gone, guys he’s gone”

“Bev, he’s right there” Eddie said putting a hand on her forearm

“Oh shit sorry” she said

“No worries” Ben said giving her a smile

“What’s up Stan the man?” Richie said moving a seat round for stand

“Shut u..up Richie” his face was red stained with tears but smiling

“Everything alright Stan?” Eddie asked

“Yeah I’m good I’m actually really happy these are just happy tears, I was calling this guy bill, he’s gunna come pick us up luckily he’s got the minivan and is in the area should be here in an hour tops”

“Awesome Ben here was about to tell of us somewhere we may be able to stay?” Beverly said raising her eyebrows at the boy

“Yeah I do have somewhere actually, this friend of mine has got a farm not far from here if I call him he shouldn’t mind you sleeping a couple nights in the barn”

“Sounds good to me”

Couple hours later-

*beep beep* “he’s here!”

“What? Err bout time” said richie as he woke up from sleeping with his head on their diner table, they had only the clothes on their backs and no coats so Ben had got them a blanket from out back for Eddie and Richie and his coat for Beverly and Stan.

“Thank you so much Ben” Beverly said returning the coat

“No it’s okay keep it for now I’m coming along after my shift has finished anyways, I will pick it up from you then”

“Okay thanks” bev smiled

Stan ran outside tears streaming down his face as he embraced his friend who got out the minivan,

“You okay Ed’s?” Richie said as he stood watching as Eddie looked through the window at Stan and the other boy

“Yeah” he interlocked his fingers with Richie’s and walked with him and Beverly outside