#just cried in front of my boss yay

[snowstuckytrail]

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[dazedragons]

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[sillysillygoofygoose]

Helloooo can I request single dad Toji living with his son megumi but then neighbor reader moves in and yk HAHHAHAH anyways love ur works

Hi!! Okay, okay, okay SOOOOO cute 🥰 I LOVE this trope sooooo much. Thank you smmm anon 💕💕 I have the smexiest ask in my inbox rn, so I thought I would start with some innocent fluff 🤭

Toji is like... super down bad in this one btw

One and a Half Men □○

Toji swore off of dating the day he became a single father. Never again, he told himself. He was too busy. Too preoccupied. Too grown to be playing a twenty-something year old's game. It was evident by his whisps of gray hair, earned over the three and a half challenging years of fatherhood.

When Megumi was first born, Toji found him and his bundle of joy a nice enough apartment, conveniently next to an uninhabited one so Megumi's cries wouldn't wake up any neighbors. Toji kept his head down and focused on what he needed to do. He worked, he took care of his baby boy, and he just kept moving forward.

And he kept good on his promise... very good. Until you showed up.

"Oh, good morning Megumi! Hi Mr. Toji, how are you guys doing today?"

There you were. A beautiful, shining sweetheart, kind and angelic down to your very core. A college student, roughly twenty years old, full of life and hope and love. And the Fushiguro's neighbor of six months.

"I told ya' a million times doll, don't call me Mr. Anything. Makes me feel older than I already am." Toji can't help the way his heart pulses in his chest everytime you flash that bright smile his way. He wishes he could.

"Okay, Mr. Toji." You giggle him off, shrugging away his gruff tone as Megumi let's go of his dad's finger and starts waddling over to you, the smallest smile parting his chubby cheeks.

"Hi y~y/n. M'mmorning. I have new shirt." Megumi makes his way over to you, grabbing your hand with one of his while the other stretches the fabric of his yellow and blue t-shirt towards you, showing it off.

"Oh wow! I see! You look very dapper this morning, Megumi!" Toji watches as you crouch down in front of Megumi, absent-mindedly patting down the raven strands of hair protruding out of the little boys' scalp

Hm, Toji thinks, watching as you blabber back and forth with the little man, smile widening more and more with every word Megumi stumbles out.

A buzzing notification from his phone distracts him from the heartwarming scene. Fuck, graveyard shift tonight.

"Well, I'm very glad you like it, you look suuuuper handsome, just like your daddy." Toji's ears perk up when he hears that. He let's a smirk slip when he realizes you're already looking at him, holding little Gumi's hand.

Hearing Megumi's quiet giggles reminds him of his current conundrum. He doesn't have anyone to look after Megumi tonight.

"Um hey, y/n, are you busy tonight?" Toji scratches the back of his neck, keeping a cool composure as his heart picks up speed.

"No, I don't think so! Why?" You stand up, caressing Megumi's head when he clings to your legs.

"I don't like asking for favors, but could you watch Megumi tonight? I'll pay ya." Toji ignores Megumi's excited squeal at the mention of spending the night at your place, knowing at this rate, he would probably have the same reaction.

"Oh my god, I'd love to! You really don't have to pay me, it would be my pleasure. He's such a little gentleman." Almost as excited as Megumi, you agree, softly squeezing the toddler's tiny shoulders.

You say your goodbyes, explaining how you need to run to the store and that Toji can drop Megumi off whenever.

As you wave goodbye, Megumi turns back to his daddy, huge smile overtaking his dumpling face.

"Yay, tank you dada! I wuv y/n, so nice and pretty." Toji has never seen his little boy so excited.

"Yeah, me too, little guy." Toji mused, walking down the apartment building's hallway, distracted by confirming his shift with his boss.

"Dada wove y/n too?" Megumi mumbles to himself, looking up at his dad with bright, hopeful eyes.

"Uhm, huh? Uh she's a very nice young lady, Megs." Realizing what he said, he backtracks, distracting Megumi with under chin tickles.

"Okay Dada." Megumi giggles, scrunching his chin to his chest, trying to stop the tingles infecting his little body.

...

Megumi was quick to warm up to you when you first moved in. It was just something about you. Maybe it was the same thing that had Toji head over heels the moment he first talked to you.

You were so refreshing to be around. Both Toji and Megumi were so used to only having each other. A young, smiling, motherly woman was such a fulfilling person to have around. Like a missing piece. Your presence was magnetic to the small family, both of them adoring you, only in different ways.

Everything about you was so beautiful. It almost made Toji nervous...

"Dada... knock knock." Megumi pulls Toji's hand towards your door, reminding him of the task at hand.

"You got it bud." Toji picks Megumi up under his armpits, letting him do the knocking.

Immediately, the door swings open, revealing a smiling you, clad in a flimsy tank top and baggy sweatpants.

"Megumi!!" You exclaim, laughing as the little boy grabs your neck and transfers himself into your arms.

"Yayyayayay, y/n!" Megumi squeezes you before turning to his dad.

"Bye bye, dada. Night night." Megumi immediately waves to his dad, almost kicking him out.

"Hold on, little man. Let me talk to y/n for a minute." Toji huffed a laugh as you smiled, moving to the side to let him in.

Toji declined coming in, explaining that he didn't want to intrude. He began explaining that Megumi was due for sleep, saying how it's already way past his bedtime. You point to your room, assuring him that Megumi would be sleeping like a king and that you were drowning in school work, too much to worry about sleeping on the couch.

Toji nodded along, beginning to tune your melodic voice out as he observed the way a sleepy Megumi snuggled into your neck, and the way your hand cradled his head, carding through his messy hair.

"Okay, well, I don't want to keep you too long, Toji! Megumi is safe and sound, and will be asleep verrryyy soon." You tease the little boy, knowing that he's already fighting sleep, dozing off on your shoulder.

Toji smiled when he didn't hear an honorific before his name. Your body froze up as he moved unbelievably close to you, face rubbing against yours as he cups the back of Megumi's head, kissing him goodnight.

"Thanks again, text me if you need anything. Be a good boy Gumi, love ya." Toji waves goodbye as you close the door, turning in your place to take a deep breath, feeling your heated cheeks with the back of your hand, pulling yourself together. What a man.

Your fan-girling subsides when you feel a yawn against your neck, reminding you of the exhausted little boy in your arms.

"Let's get you to bed, buddy. We can have fun in the morning, okay?" You feel a mumble on your skin as you walk to your room, taking in the little boys matching pajamas, little toes covered with fluffy socks. Your heart melts in your chest. How cute.

"Alright, there we go. All set, bud?" You smile down at Megumi tucked in your pink bedding, little head resting on your memory foam pillow.

"Back rub, please?" Megumi pleads, instinctively rubbing his scalp with flat hands. That's where the messy hair comes from.

"Okay, bud." You soften your voice as the boy rolls around in your bed, laying on his chubby little tummy.

He hums happily when he feels the weight of your hand on his back, making grabby hands at your unoccupied one, asking to hold it.

"Dada woves you. He said so to me." Megumi smiles softly, squeezing you hand.

"Oh! Um... oh! He said that?" A wave of shock and flush runs through your body, chest and face heating up.

"Mhm. He thinks you're pretty. I think he wants- marry you." Gumi goes rouge as sleep clouds his little mind, cutting into his own sentences.

"Allrrighhtt Megs... let's focus on bedtime, okay?" You giggle out, feeling like a schoolgirl after hearing the unreliable narrator's thoughts.

"Mmh, okay. Night night, Mama."

...

You didn't get a lick of sleep. How could you? Piles of work was banging at your brain, but the only thing you could think of was Toji and Megumi. Mama.

Pulling at your face, you snap out of your panicked thoughts when you hear a door open and the weight of a tiny body running to your couch. Looking up, your heart breaks in half.

"Y/nnn, bad dreammm. I had bad dream." Megumi sobs out, hands seeking comfort in his hair rubbing his head in agony. His face is puffy and red as tears run down his chubby cheeks, sniffing and crying.

"Oh Gumi, I'm sorry baby... here, come here honey." Climbing onto the couch, Megumi rushes into your arms, holding onto you like you would disappear. Sighing, you stand up with the little boy koala bear-ing you, pacing back and forth as you hush him.

Gazing at the time displayed on the oven, you see that it's already four in the morning. Megumi burrows himself into your body, getting as close as possible to you, seeking the maternal comfort your provide.

"M so sleepy. Don't wanna be by myself." Megumi eventually sighs after tiring himself out, fidgeting with the strap of your tank top.

"Let's sit down, okay bubs? Let's just take some deep breaths." You feel like a nervous wreck, hoping you're comforting Megumi well enough, not fully knowing what to do.

Sitting back down, you pat his back, resting your head on the back of the couch. The weight of Megumi's tired head on your chest grounds you. As you begin dozing off, you feel Megumi's grip on you relax, signaling his sleep.

Exhaling, you rest your arms around the resting lump, finally letting sleep overtake you.

...

Bright and early, you're awoken by the sounds of cabinets opening and closing. You freak out, thinking someone was ransacking your apartment before you open your eyes to see a little body wandering around your kitchen.

"Thirsty." Was the only explanation you get from the messy haired boy as he continued look for a glass.

Pouring him a glass of water, you place him on a chair in your small kitchen, starting his breakfast.

Megumi mumbles to himself as you prepare his scrambled eggs, keeping himself entertained. As you sit across from him, placing his plate in front of him, he smiles and thanks you quietly before digging in.

You drink your coffee, enjoying the peace and quiet provided by Megumi's preoccupied mind...

"Y/n?"

"Yes, Gumi?"

"Do you love dada?"

Megumi brings it up again. Great. Nosey little boy.

"Because I want a mommy. And you're good at it. I think you should be my mama."

"Hey, Gumi, what's your favorite dinosaur?" You blurt out, stopping the conversation as soon as possible.

The little boy glares at you, too smart to be tricked, but giving in anyway.

"T-rex."

...

"Dada! Y/n took good care of me!" Megumi sung the highest of praises when you opened the door to an exhausted Toji.

"I'm sure she did! I hope he didn't give you too much trouble." Toji teased, seeing the dark bags manifesting under your eyes.

"No, not at all, he's a very good boy." You smiled giving Megumi one last hug before he grabbed onto his dad's thumb.

"Thank you so much again, really it means the world to us." Toji reminded you, pulling a fifty out of his pocket, almost begging you to take it. You insisted on him keeping it, joking that the economy is too tough to be stealing his money. Saying their final goodbyes, Toji and Megumi left you alone with your thoughts.

Oh my god. Toji looked so good. His sweatshirt made his already huge frame look unbelievably broader, looking so protective as he held onto his little boy at your door.

You needed him. Bad. And it freaked the shit out of you.

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

*PART TWO IS NOW UP!!!!!* https://www.tumblr.com/sillysillygoofygoose/740703539826917377/one-and-a-half-men-one?source=share

[smutinlove]

You were my light (Part 2)

Carl Grimes x Reader

Warnings: A bit angsty, tiny bit of fighting, arguing, carl being a jackass, panic attack, description of panic attack

☽ Author's note☾ Yay! Part 2 is here bitches! And surprisingly it didn't take ten years lmao. Omg. So like this is very depressing. Read at your own risk. Take a damn look at the warnings. ESPECIALLY THE ONES IN ITALICS. DO NOT STEAL, COPY, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK.

Thank you for reading! Reblogs, likes, and comments are very much appreciated!

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

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Summary - The daughter of the now dead Negan Smith is walking in the woods. She thought she was alone. But she wasn't.

❝ The jokes weren't funny, I took the money My friends from home don't know what to say I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away ❞

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You hated that motherless son of a bitch. He was so annoying, smug, and just an asshole in general. Which made you want to kill Carl even more.

Every day, at six in the morning, he'd storm inside your prison and throw a plate of expired food at you, punch you in the face, and then lock you inside. Every. Fucking. Day.

Oh, and that was just the beginning, sometimes he'd feed you dog food.

You were sitting in the same chair, but this time there was a table in front of you. Cause, "Carl is so... nice." You heard the door unlock, expecting it to be Carl.

You said, "Come to feed me more dog food, Carl?" You laughed.

But you were surprisingly wrong. It was a man who looked a lot like Carl. And you most definitely knew this man. "Rick?" You questioned.

"He's been feeding you dog food?!" He asked furiously. You nodded.

He let out a breathy laugh. "I told him not to do that."

"So, you're Negan's daughter. I remember you. I remember that day."

'Negan's daughter.' God, it hurt so fucking bad. Everyone called you 'Negan's daughter.' Of course, sure, the Alexandrians probably didn't even know who you were, but it was the fact that most of your father's minions called you 'The boss' daughter' or 'Negan's daughter.'

"Yeah, I remember you too, Rick. I saw it. How scared you all were. And when my dad killed that Chinaman and that red-headed fool, I felt nothing. So, if that's what you wanna talk about, then done." You said bitterly.

Rick stared at you with a blank expression before moving closer to you. "He's Korean! And his name was Glenn, Glenn Rhee. And that red-headed fool's name was Abraham Ford! And YOU don't get to talk about them like that," he yelled.

He crossed his arms and leaned back against a dirty wall.

"We'll let you stay here. In Alexandria. Just listen to us. Answer what we want you to." You frowned. "Why should I? Huh?"

"You won't survive another minute out there. Carl saved you! We saved you," he shouted. "No! He kidnapped me. He didn't save me at all. And neither did you."

You sighed, "So stop. Just stop, Rick Grimes. You're not helping. I don't wanna stay in this garbage community. It's repulsing!"

"Tell me if you change your mind. Until then, we won't let you out. Not today, not tomorrow."

"How about the day after tomorrow?"

He chuckled but didn't speak any further. He left, locking the door after.

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You were getting bored of staring at the same grey walls. "Fuck!" You shouted.

You grabbed your chair and threw it at the wall, which did not make a difference as the chair instead broke.

You laughed and threw your head back. Of course, it had to break.

And now your back was against the cold floor, you brought your knees up to your chest. "Happy, happy, happy..." You whispered to yourself.

"Daddy loves you, Y/N."

"No, no. Stop..." You cried out.

Blood, sweat, tears, starve.

Jokes, money, friends, gone. Dead.

Around, soaked gown, cry, scream.

You're on your own, kid.

You always have been.

Face it. Face it. Tell them. Tell them you're—

"Stop! No. Stop, I can't—" You're heart was racing, and sweat dripped down your forehead, maybe you were dying, you were too young, your hands were trembling, "No, no—" You couldn't breathe, it only meant one thing.

"No! Stop, no. No! Stop it!" You screamed over and over.

"Daddy loves you, Y/N."

"No, you don't!" You yelled repeatedly.

You blinked rapidly, but you felt like giving in. Sleep, die. Sleep, die. Sleep, die.

You heard the door open, or maybe it was your imagination. Yeah, that's it. Right? Nothing more. Nothing less. Nothing special.

You were a fucked up little girl.

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"She's waking up! Doc," You tried sitting up, but someone stopped you. "Hey, take it easy, sweetheart."

What even happened? I don't know...

What?

You looked around the room. You were in a rather uncomfortable bed. The walls were painted a disgusting shade of green.

"No," you groaned. Your eyes were met with another. A singular blue eye. Fuck, it's him. "Damnit, it's—"

"—Me. Surprised, Y/N?" He chuckled.

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So, you had a panic attack. It was not much of a surprise to you, but it was to Carl. "Wow, I knew you were fucked up in the head, but panic attacks too?"

You felt a bit ashamed. So much was done for you, and you didn't even deserve all this 'protection and care.' "Just cause you're a total mess doesn't mean I immediately care about you. I hate you." He confessed. You smiled.

"Why are you smiling?" He asked curiously.

You grabbed the glass vase. It was to your right. You jammed it in Carl's arm, making him scream in pain and fall back. "You fucking bitch!"

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Part 3?

[samisnotlegend]

I think you mentioned in a post yesterday that you're always open to receiving questions about your fics, so today I have a question about See You Soon.

You probably don't plan to write a sequel, but do you have any headcanons about what happens to bakudeku after they get married? (Is it even a headcanon if it's coming from the author?)

I just think their story is interesting and their dynamic so cute and want to know more about them as well as your writing process! And if you have no headcanons, what was your favorite part about writing this specific fic?

Oh what a FANTASTIC question!! Thank you so much for asking!!!! Okay this got a little long. A summary and ramblings of SYS's possible sequel under the cut!!!

Alright so: See You Soon. I have definitely toyed with the idea of writing a sequel, actually. I still might do it, but I have so many other upcoming fics and oneshots that I don't mind spoiling it, because if a SYS sequel does happen, it is a loooong way off. (Also, it would focus more on smut than on the plot which I outline here. So! Spoilers are fine!)

Anyway, the wedding is very happy. Katsuki has another mini-meltdown on the alter, because he is out-of-his-mind happy that he gets to marry Izuku. Izuku cries too, obviously. Almost immediately after the ceremony, they sneak off into a coat closet. Mistuki eventually yanks them out and makes them attend their own party.

At the reception, there is a little bit of drama. I won't get into everything here, but let's just say that bkdk foil a certain plan of Dabi's, and Izuku is immediatley able to prove his loyalty to Katsuki, the Bakugou clan, and also help Shouto out. (This actually almost made it into the main fic, but it was already so long lol.)

Party continues on, and Mitsuki eventually kicks Izuku and Katsuki out of their own party because they're having a hard time keeping their hands off of each other.

Then after that... bkdk take over the Bakugou family! It genuinely goes well. Katsuki is the hard, outwardly cold boss, and Izuku is his perfect foil. Diplomatic and outwardly-soft and kind. Of course, everyone who is anyone knows that Katsuki is also incredibly soft, and Izuku is also incredibly badass. But their fronts and reputations work well.

Sero and Shouto get married. Yay! There is a foiled assassination attempt once or twice, as Dabi + the league desperately try to keep it from happeneing. Maybe Katsuki and Izuku play bodyguards to their respective friends lol. But things go well, seroki get married, and the ties between the Bakugou clan and Shouto's faction of the Todoroki clan become incredibly strong. Shouto takes over the entire group, with Sero as his husband. The league lose power more and more, eventually disbanding.

Bkdk and seroki achive an awesome balance in the city, and the city is far better off for it.

As for Bkdk's relationship... I think it is everything Katsuki hopes for in SYS and more. The more he gets to know Izuku the more he loves him. They are ruthless crime bosses, but they also have weekend superhero movie marathons. They nerd out over rare All Might merch, but fight and strategize with amazing synchonity.

I guess, to summarize, bkdk do face challenges after they get married. But they overcome them, and really do live happily after. They definitely never stop being in love, that's for sure.

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My favorite part about writing this fic was writing Katsuki's panic post-library scene. Because I knew that at the same moment Katsuki was panicking, Izuku was at the Todoroki compound, pleased as fucking punch. He was probably laying on his bed writing "Bakugou Izuku" in hearts over and over again in his notebooks while sighing happily to himself. Izuku was SO smug about getting to meet and make out with his fiance before the wedding, you have no idea.

I also really liked writing Katsuki sneaking up on Izuku before the wedding lol. He was just so happy! I love it when Katsuki is happy. XD

Honestly though, my favorite thing about this fic isn't any one part. When I received the initial prompts (mafia and/or arranged marriage) I was stumped! I thought I was gonna write something angsty. I didn't though. It ended up writing something so silly, but sexy and fun too, and I'm really proud of that. Even the angstiest of prompts turn sweet and lovey-dovey when my boys are involved, I guess. XD

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Okay that's ENOUGH of me talking lol. Thank you SO MUCH for asking though! You don't know how lovely it is to be able to share stuff like this - all the happiness and joy that the characters do in fact get to experience after the story ends. I can't say that it's like this for all writers, but I don't stop thinking about my boys when their little stories end. They live on hehe.

If anyone has any questions about any of my fics, you are always more than welcome to ask. <3 Okay! Thanks again! I hope this lived up to your hopes! <3

[makostarz]

Snapshot: Chapter 14

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“Who are you?!”, Mack cried, pocket knife unsheathed.

Polaris stood in shock. Just seconds ago there was no one here, now there were two people sitting in her base camp, and one was threatening to kill her. “I’m not gonna hurt either of you,” Polaris said, holding both of her hands up in the air. “I should be asking you two the same thing, to be honest…” Sammie unzipped her sleeping bag, confused. “Um,” she hastily said, “We’re members of the Rescue Corps.”

“Well, you should’ve started with that!”, Polaris replied, excitement in her eyes. “Make yourself at home, you two! I have some rations that I could spare.”

 “We’re good,” Mack said, sheathing his knife . “Yeah,” Sammie added, “We’ve already eaten. Thanks for the offer, though.” She nervously smiled, trying to make a good impression on Polaris. “Wait,” Polaris said, “Why are you two here, anyways? Shouldn’t you be with the rest of the Corps?” “That’s the problem,” Mack growled. “We got separated because the ship crashed.” “Oh, that's horrible!”, Polaris said, sitting down next to Mack. “What happened?” “Asteroid,” Sammie explained. “It was a head-on collision.” “And now, we’re the ones needing rescuing. Just my luck,” Mack grumbled. “Hey,” Sammie consoled. “It’s not your fault. No one saw the asteroid coming.” “Yes it is!”, Mack yelled, suddenly furious. “I saw it before anyone else did. If I would’ve said something, we wouldn’t be in the situation we’re in now!” “It’s not like we could’ve done anything to begin with,” Sammie interjected. “The ship couldn't have made it out of the way in time. We would’ve crashed regardless!” “Yeah, but if I said something, there would’ve been a chance! I don’t care what anyone says, this is all my fault!”, Mack shouted, his fists clenched. “Why won't you just listen to me?!” Sammie yelled, tears streaming down her face. “You can’t blame yourself for everything!” “Yes I can!” Mack shouted, standing directly in front of Sammie. “I’m the reason the ship crashed, I’m the reason you twisted your ankle, and I nearly got you killed!” His patience was getting thinner and thinner, and Polaris could see it in his eyes. “Stop it, you two…”, she muttered. Her efforts were worthless, because neither of the two of them listened to her. “First off,” Sammie hissed, “You’re too close.” “Does it look like I care?!” Mack screamed. “You act like you’re the boss of me, even though this is your first mission!” Mack was inches away from Sammie’s helmet touching his. “Let's get this straight. I have more experience than you, and that makes me your superior. Got it!?” Sammie was furious now. “Just because you have more experience than I do,” she hissed, “Doesn’t give you the right to scream at me when I’m just trying to help you.” “I DON’T NEED HELP FROM A ROOKIE!” Mack screamed, shoving Sammie. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” Sammie yelled, shoving Mack back.

“ENOUGH!”, Polaris shouted. 

“Why are you two fighting to begin with?!” she cried. “Arguing isn’t going to get either of you nowhere.” At that moment, the area was dead silent. Sammie, and Mack stared at the young girl in shock. “You two just need to agree to disagree, and find the rest of your crew,” Polaris grumbled. She sighed, regaining her composure. Sammie nodded. “You’re right. Who’s to blame is the least of our problems,” she said. “We need to find the rest of the crew, and point fingers later.” “Whatever,” Mack grumbled. “Good,” Polaris said, “You’ve made up!” “You sure changed your tune quickly,” Mack said. “Oh, yeah,” Polaris said. “Sorry for that outburst. It’s just I can’t stand to see people fighting…” Sammie nodded. “Same,” she replied. “Sorry for sayin’ anything, Mack.” She extended a hand out to Mack. “Yeah,” Mack replied, “My bad for getting so heated.” The two of them shook hands, and softly smiled at each other. “Yay!”, Polaris exclaimed, popping up behind them, “You're friends again!” “Oi!”, Mack shouted, swiftly turning around to face Polaris. “What was that for?!” “Whoops,” Polaris mumbled, stepping back. “My bad.” Sammie sighed. “Just…Never scare either of us like that again,‘kay?”, Sammie asked Polaris. Polaris nodded. “We should get some rest,” Mack said, yawning. “Arguing’s more tiring than I thought.” “Wait,” Polaris said. “Wanna go exploring with me tomorrow? We could cover a lot more ground than the three of us separate.” “Eh,” Mack said. “It’s not like me and Sammie were gonna cover that much ground by ourselves. Plus, I could use the company. What about you, Sammie?” “Fine by me,” Sammie agreed. “Okay,” Polaris declared, “From here on out, we’re traveling together!” Sammie yawned. “Well, I’m tired. I’m hittin’ the sack,” she mumbled. “Good night!”, Polaris said  “Alright,” Sammie said, getting back into her sleeping bag, “Good night, you two.” “Night,” Mack said.

The second day had passed.

[melora-ii]

Lunar Expedition 24509

Flight Day 42

(Adjusted time 134 years and 52 days since departure from The Bridge)

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Today was my last day as an unassigned “pod squelp”, as they say.

I lay in my bed, calculating the days of my life across multiple timelines.

Roughly 140 years ago, I committed myself to the Peaceful Acquisition Project- a mission designed to study and make humanitarian military efforts towards establishing connections with non-invasive alien species across the galaxy.

I was 24 years old, still wet behind the ears and fresh from Battle School when I signed my name to be forever cast into the void of space in the name of Science, Discovery, and Peace. Even then my parents held onto hope that I’d change my mind eventually. That I’d find a partner, get married, give them their two government-approved grandchildren and leave space flight and PAP behind me.

I spent the next 6 years studying at Diplomacy School, learning how to communicate with various alien species, as well as studying past successful and unsuccessful PAP missions. Men were the least of my concern.

Seats on PAP missions were scarce and highly competitive. I had to be the best.

When my application for a seat on Lunar Expedition 24509 was finally approved, I knew I had no choice but to accept. Regardless of what that would entail for my personal timeline.

Space travel requires sacrifice. And that sacrifice is usually time related.

My parents cried when I told them what I’d done.

“We will never see you again, Mellie.” I can still hear the sound of my mother’s wailing.

“You have to do what you feel is right. This is your life, Melora.” My father said. He never was one for emotional displays.

When I stripped myself naked and stepped into that Cryo-Sleep pod docked at The Bridge, I knew the next time I opened my eyes I’d be thousands of light years away and everyone I loved back on New Earth would be long dead, their bones crystallized into dust and worm food.

I don’t think I said a proper goodbye.

As of today, I am 164 in Adjusted Years.

I’m so old.

My headset buzzes, interrupting my melancholia with 3 short bzt bzt bzt sounds. A question appears in my mind:

Read message?

Yes. I respond.

A nearly transparent digital window appears in front of me with a typed message displayed.

Melora Maesunn,

Your Cryonic Sleep Adjustment Transition was successful. Please report to Colonel Michael Crozie tomorrow morning at Standard Sun Rise for your updated flight commands.

- Doctor Formmin Mezzer, 2nd LT

So, I have finally received communication from the Pod Squad Team that I have been deemed healthy and have been successfully rehabilitated from cryo-sleep. I have graduated from my Stasis Pod Transition.

Yay.

My enthusiasm is only slightly disingenuous because of who I have been assigned to.

Colonel Crozie aka The Croz aka Michael Crozie, Lunar Expedition 24509’s Research Unit Leader. The big guy. The head honcho. The boss.

The strange thing is, I have been directed to meet with Colonel Crozie before the rest of my Pod Group are even awake. Standard Sun Rise is 05:00 and is the typical rising hour; we don’t meet in the mess hall for breakfast until 06:00.

I have only ever seen Colonel Crozie from afar, only heard his name whispered at the mess hall. He is a force to be reckoned with, it appears. He takes his missions very seriously, no time for games or jokes. He is infamous for his set-downs when dealing with rowdy recruits. He’s been known to demote a level iii recruit back to mop duty for a week just to remind them of where they came from.

I have no desire to get on this guy’s bad side.

Still, I’m very curious to learn if my other Pod Group members were given similar assignments.

Pod groups are released in intervals- twelve people at a time. Typically these twelve recruits go through Cryo Adjustment together. As they are transitioned into Flight Commands after adjustment, these twelve will often receive varying assignments based on their skill-level across the ship until landing at the mission’s destination. However, the twelve remain in a tight-knit group. Bunks, schedules, and menial duties are kept the same within the group.

Once we have landed on Bemri 555, a heavily forested moon of the planet Iona, we will continue to bunk and work together outside of our Mission Commands. Pod groups are forever. Or at least until the Mission is complete.

I poke my head outside of my cabin door. It’s a little after 21:00 and most of my Pod Group are asleep by 20:00.

Gratze’s light is still on. We are close in age and temperament. She is a brilliant mathematician.

I knock on Gratze’s door. It opens moments later.

Gratze is a beautiful shade of warm brown, and her eyes are electric green. Her hair is a light violet hue, and it falls in ringlets around her shoulders. Her cheeks glint with a rainbow-dusted assortment of cybernetic communication chips placed shallowly beneath her skin.

We are both still wearing our dark red government-issued jumpsuits since it’s against code to not do so outside of the sleep quarters, which are in a private area of each cabin behind closed doors. No one, not even shared Pod Groups, ever enters another crew-mate’s sleep quarters. Alarms will go off.

Fraternizing is a punishable offense.

“Hello, Melora.” Her demeanor is welcoming, if confused at seeing me at this hour. She is far too polite to comment on it, though. She opens the door all the way and motions me into her cabin to sit at a small table. The cabins are minute and sparse, and all equally sized; just enough room for one adult to live comfortably.

“Good Standard Sun Downing, Gratze.”

I will never understand this lingo. Standard Sun Downing was two hours ago at 19:00 technically, but we greet each other as if it just happened until Standard Sun Rising occurs again at 05:00. Spaceship culture, I tell ya.

“Indeed. Can I help you with something, Melora?”

“Yes, actually. I have received my Flight Command assignment just now.”

“You graduated from Stasis Transition? Why, Melora, that’s fantastic. I think we only have two more from our Pod to go.”

Gratze was one of the first to graduate. This is her second time in Cryo-Sleep. I’m not sure what her previous mission was, as those are highly classified.

“I thought so too. But well…I have been directed to meet with Colonol Crozie in the morning…”

“Colonel Crozie?” Gratze interrupts. Her facial expressions don’t betray her emotions, but I can tell she is surprised. Gratze never interrupts.

“Yes. At oh-five-hundred, before mess hall. Can you think why…?”

“Oh, Melora. Don’t be silly. I couldn’t speculate on such things. Colonol Crozie does as he will. And always has.”

Gratze is trying to possess a comforting demeanor, but I can tell she is feeling quite uncomfortable herself. She doesn’t know why I would be asked to meet with the Colonel. She has never experienced this before. Gratze would never say such a thing out-loud, of course. But I can tell. Her energy is…

“Melora, listen. I think it’s best you go to your cabin and try to get some rest. oh-five-hundred will come soon enough.”

I stand up and walk to the door while speaking. “Of course, Gratze. Thank you for the visit. Hopefully our other Pod Group members will graduate shortly. I will see you tomorrow morning at the mess hall.”

Gratze says nothing to this, she just follows me and stops at the door, inclining her head at me slightly.

“Good Standard Sun Downing, Melora.”

The door closes before I can respond.

I return to my own cabin and enter my sleep quarters. I strip my jumpsuit and step into a tiny Decontamination Stall. I don’t even have to take all of my clothes off for it to work. I press a button and one quick, punctuated zap later, I have been cleansed of all dust and germs by highly-concentrated heat waves.

I miss standing beneath a scalding-hot stream of water.

After my successful decontamination, I put on my government- issued sleep clothes: a pair of black spandex shorts and a fitted tank.

Once in my bunk, I close my eyes and wonder.

What do you want from me, Michael Crozie?

[meetmyothersouls]

Omg yay! Okay so Timmy stalking the reader after they broken up

Okay! Let me preface this with: I don't think actual Timothee Chalamet would stalk anyone! When I write imagines like this, it picture it more like a character he would play! That being said, I think he'd do really, really well playing a character like this! Let me know what you think!

It’s Not You, It’s Me

Warnings: dark Timothee, stalking, suspense?

Part 2

Two months. It'd been two months since you broke up with Timothee. You loved him, but the relationship was too much. The constant paparazzi, watching him kiss other girls for work. Not to mention him having to be gone for months at a time sometimes. You decided you were better off as friends.

He was mad. You'd never seen him in such a rage. He punched a hole in the wall, broke a vase and screamed at you. Then, almost instantly, he was crying, begging you not to leave him. On his knees pressing his head into your stomach, his tears stained and wet your shirt. It was the hardest thing you had ever had to do, but for your mental health and happiness, it was worth it. Timothee would be better off with someone...more like him, you decided.

"I don't want someone like me, I want YOU," he cried.

That sentence echoed in your brain, especially at night when you missed him, but you would both be happier this way and you were sure he'd thank you for it later.

You woke up early for work, hoping to beat the busy New York traffic, when you slammed into a body.

"You got a new apartment?" Timotthee asked.

"I...how'd you find it?" You hadn't shared your new address with him...or anyone for that matter, and the fact that he was standing at your doorstep made you nervous.

"Doesn't matter. I just...I want you to give me another chance. Let's work this out."

"Tim, there isn't anything to work out. This is quite literally an 'it's not you, it's me' situation and I don't think there's anything you can do to fix it," you put a hand on his shoulder. He stared at you, with a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite place. Your hand fell off of his shoulder as he gave you a small nod. He turned on his heel and made his way down the stairwell.

Work was a good distraction from your encounter with Timothee this morning. You attended meetings, responded to emails and answered phone calls, all things that made your work day zoom by. It was lunch time and you were wrapping up an email when a familiar voice sounded from behind you. You popped your head up from your computer and slowly turned your body. There he was, chatting up your boss, laughing. Timothee noticed your eyes on him, waved you over and held up 2 bags of carry out. Too stunned to speak or even move, he waltzed over to your desk and plopped one of the bags in front of you.

"I brought you lunch," he said as he placed a kiss you weren't able to return on your lips.

"What are you doing?" You asked as he sat in front of you, eating like you hadn't been separated for two months.

"I'm having lunch with my girlfriend, what does it look like?" He laughed.

You huffed out a breath and ran your fingers through your hair, "Timothee, are you okay? We are not together...remember? You and I are not a thing anymore."

He scoffed, "Oh, we are very much a thing, y/n. Whether you like it or not."

"You need to leave. Now, please."

A smile crept onto his face. A smile dripped with an insidious lethality that left you uneasy and nauseous. The chair he sat in dragged across the floor loudly as he stood, "I'll see you later, y/n."

You wanted to call someone, tell them that...what would you tell them? Everyone loved Timothee, they'd never believed that he threatened you. Was that a threat? Either way he was definitely delusional. You had clearly ended things, and he was trying to get you back...or force you back.

You didn't want work to end, worried he'd be waiting for you outside, but when it was time to go he wasn't anywhere to be found. You felt silly, but you checked underneath your car and in your back seat before climbing in. You locked the doors and let out a deep, long breath.

You climbed the stairwell that led to your apartment, stopping in your tracks once you reached the top. Your keys fell out of your hand and your heart dropped into your stomach as you saw your front door hanging wide open, the apartment inside dark.

Frozen with fear, you couldn't move as Timothee's voice sounded from the darkness within, "come in, y/n."

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[mikazukinika]

VII. Dream Eater

“THE PLACE WHERE YOU ARE” TAGS & ABOUT → Summary: Helping Wangshu Inn's staff with repairing the stairs earns Lumine and Paimon a complimentary overnight stay. After what happened the last time she visited, however, the traveler feels a bit awkward… (continuation from scene v). Scene Rating: T (night-crawling) Scene Length: 2.4k words, about 9 minutes NEXT → READ ON AO3 → MORE FROM THIS AUTHOR →

“I can’t believe it!” Paimon cried happily. “We’re staying at Wangshu Inn for free!”

Lumine chuckled at her side as they stepped onto the elevator. “It sure was nice of Verr Goldet to offer after all that work we did today.”

“I never want to help fix the stairs again!” Paimon groaned.

“You didn’t do anything,” Lumine pointed out. “Just followed me around as usual.”

“Hey! I helped find the planks of wood we needed, didn’t I?”

The pair continued to bicker until they arrived at the reception desk where the boss greeted them warmly. Huai’an, the innkeeper they had assisted throughout most of the day, immediately called out to them with a wave.

“Welcome!” he beamed. “Let me lead you to your room first. Yanxiao is preparing the kitchen for tonight’s dinner as we speak. You can make your orders downstairs once you’re settled.”

Feeling a little giddy, Lumine exchanged glances with Paimon. The traveler frequented Wangshu Inn, but she had never thought to enjoy an overnight stay herself when she usually just found somewhere safe enough to camp out. “It kind of feels like a sleepover, doesn’t it?” she said to Paimon as they climbed the stairs.

But the fairy wasn’t listening to her. “Grilled tiger fish, stir-fried filet, Jueyun chili chicken, jewelry soup…!” Paimon’s eyes glittered with excitement, her voice rising in a crescendo.

Seeing the cringe in Huai’an’s shoulders ahead, Lumine smiled slyly. “Zhongyuan chop suey, bamboo shoot soup, lotus flower crisps, golden crab?” she went on, tone playful.

Paimon cheered. “As expected of my partner, you have the best taste!”

“Yanxiao, godspeed…”

The traveler's laughter caused Paimon to shoot her confused glances, but before she could even bother to explain, Huai’an led them into a corridor they had previously never visited. Admiring the decor as they walked, Lumine noted that the red and gold color scheme of the inn persisted in this area as well. Eventually, the innkeeper stopped in front of a seemingly random door on the right, unlocking it and bowing respectfully as they were let inside.

The room was spacious and just as lovely as the rest of the inn. An ink painting on a hanging scroll decorated one wall, from which she recognized the landscape of Huaguang Stone Forest. In another corner sat an elegant jade vase, its green color glimmering in the low lighting. The traveler and her little companion gasped and sighed in admiration, carefully entering the space as if it were fragile.

“I take it the room is to your liking, then?” Huai’an smiled, pride tickling the edges of his mouth.

“It’s amazing!” Paimon answered for her. “Imagine how much Mora that vase is worth…”

Lumine chuckled nervously, ignoring the greedy fairy. “It’s a lovely room. Thank you, Huai’an.”

“It’s the least we could do to repay you. If you hadn’t been here, who knows how many days it would’ve taken to repair the inn’s steps!” he shook his head tiredly. “But let’s put such talk aside for now. If you go downstairs, you can place your dinner orders with the waitress, Yuhua.”

At the mention of food, Paimon immediately regained her earlier excitement. “Yay! Lumine, let’s go down right away!”

Huai’an laughed, bowing his head once more as he stepped away from the doorway. “Now then, please enjoy your stay, traveler.”

“We will,” Lumine smiled.

The much-anticipated dinner was a hit with them both, but Paimon especially, whose stomach became so swollen that Lumine wondered if she would be able to continue floating.

One day, she’ll drop to the ground like a dead weight, Lumine thought to herself as she finished off a plate of Qingce stir fry. Paimon chatted ceaselessly in her ear about the food, sprinkling her own anecdotes about their recipes between rave reviews, though Lumine tuned most of it out to watch their surroundings. Dinner under the lanterns that glowed so warmly was a delightful experience on its own, and she could hardly imagine what other services the inn extended to its guests.

It felt nice to slowly enjoy the place rather than rush from here to there as she was usually forced to do.

“Paimon, will you be able to get into the baths?” Lumine asked once they returned to their room. She wasn’t trying to imply that her 'trusty traveling partner' would sink to the bottom after all the food she just ate but was pointing out how sleepy she looked instead.

A wobbly descent had the fairy sinking to the ground and resting her head on the low table in the room. “I think I’m going into a food coma…”

Lumine snorted, shaking her head in disappointment before leaving her to sleep. She headed for the baths alone, but wasn’t bothered by that fact since she appreciated the peace and quiet after their tiring day. A staff member even kindly offered to have her clothes washed and dried while she relaxed. How could it get any better than this?

One idea came to mind as her eyes lingered on the amber-colored lotus candles floating in the bathwater, but she pushed it aside. Still, throughout her bath, the thought kept returning as a bird returned to its nest, and so she resigned herself to making one last stop before the night came to an end.

The traveler stretched and sighed happily once she was out of the baths, making her way toward Smiley Yanxiao’s kitchen for a visit. She sat on a chair at the table laden with ingredients, watching as he worked.

“Oh, traveler!” he jumped in surprise. “Don’t scare me like that! For a second I thought you were a… a…”

“Ghost?” Lumine finished for him, grinning.

“No! I mean, yes!” He crossed his arms and pursed his lips as she laughed, but quickly returned to his friendly attitude once more. “More importantly, I heard from the boss you’re staying here for the night. How is it?”

“It’s wonderful,” Lumine sighed, leaning on the table comfortably. “I can tell everyone really loves this place,” she added a moment later.

Yanxiao nodded sentimentally at her words. “Boss took me in when I had no place to go. Almost everyone here didn’t expect to wind up in a place like this, but no one’s complaining!” Lumine chuckled at that, watching him move from shelf to stove and back again. “Ugh, too salty… Anyway, traveler, should I make you a plate of almond tofu?”

She resisted the urge to scratch the back of her head in embarrassment the way she always saw her brother do. “…Was I that obvious? But no, thank you, Yanxiao. I’ll make some myself if I’m not bothering you.”

The chef shook his head, a knowing smile on his lips. “Not a problem.”

Lumine said her goodbyes for the night once she was finished, once again repeating her ritual of walking up each step to the highest terrace of the inn. Verr Goldet shot her a thumbs-up sign as she passed, and the traveler struggled to hold back a flaming blush. Luckily, Paimon was asleep in their room, otherwise, she would have been interrogated.

He won’t be there, anyway, Lumine told herself. The sun has already gone down, so he must be out hunting. I’ll just leave this plate there and head back to my room to sleep…

She had convinced herself of this much, but somehow, it was still disappointing when the person she wanted to see most at this inn really did fail to appear on the balcony. Lumine set the plate down, mentally berating herself as she hesitated, watching the scenery anxiously before sighing in resignation.

It’s getting late. I should go back and sleep before Paimon comes looking for me.

Mind made up, she left the terrace and returned to the elegant room. Paimon was still fast asleep, so she removed her boots and nestled into bed, leaving their window’s shades open to allow the moonlight in and navigate the room. Come morning, the sun would wake them as they always trusted it to do.

She had yet to speak to the inn’s resident Yaksha after their awkward argument the last time they met, though she continued to stop by. Lumine wanted so badly to apologize for the things she said, for sticking her nose so deeply into his business. She was sure he was upset with her over it. If he never wanted to see her again, she wouldn’t blame him.

Lumine had spent the entire day tensely waiting for her chance to apologize, and not being able to do so stung more than she expected. But in the end, she reminded herself, she was only traveling around Teyvat for the sake of finding her brother. If anything she would apologize and make things between them into what they used to be when Xiao returned in the morning. Then, it would no longer be awkward.

Nodding to herself, the traveler decided this was for the best and finally closed her eyes to sleep. Her rest was fitful, sprinkled with dreams and memories alike. She often saw the previous worlds she had visited with her brother in her dreams. Sometimes, she saw the war-ravaged landscape of Teyvat from her memories. The nights when she would be forced to watch her brother disappear from her sight hurt, but not as bad as what her mind imagined happened next.

“Lumine… hurry, please, find me,” her brother wheezed, tone colored with pain. She could hear the jingle of chains in the darkness. “Find me, and let’s leave this place, okay?”

It hurt. It hurt to imagine what kind of things Aether might have endured all this time that they have been separated. Even if he was safe, which she dearly hoped was true, he too would feel this gaping hole created by her absence. She felt it every day. At the start of her journey, she would catch herself turning to show something interesting - a flower, a slime, hilichurls dancing - to someone who was no longer there. This was part of the reason why she appreciated having Paimon as a guide - it meant she still had someone to share these experiences with.

The lonely traveler tossed and turned throughout the night, trapezing the fine line between the waking world and that of her dreams. Though she could not quite lift her eyelids, though her mind was showing her the sprawling fields of Mondstadt and the figure of her brother running through them freely, she was still aware of herself and the space around her.

So when the bed dipped under a new weight, she ripped her eyelids open and summoned her sword to her hand, only for a loud clang to ring throughout the room.

“Wha-?! Huh?! What’s goin’ on?!” Paimon slurred, waking immediately.

Lumine was still, her rapid pulse pounding at the base of her throat. Clouds had covered the moon outside of the window, thus all she could see was a pair of cat-like, amber eyes close enough to touch. They were glowing.

“…Xiao?”

Realizing there was no danger, Paimon huffed angrily at her sleep being interrupted and disappeared into her pocket realm. Lumine, for her part, was sword-to-spear with the Adeptus she couldn’t meet earlier that night. As the clouds passed, the room filled with moonlight once more, and she could finally take him in.

The Adeptus moved first, stepping off of her bed silently and waving his spear away. Lumine did the same with her sword, sitting up and quickly wiping stray tears from her eyes. Xiao calmly sat at the low table, as if he hadn’t just snuck into someone's room in the middle of the night.

“What are you doing here?” Lumine asked, her tone a cross between curiosity and exhaustion. Peeking out of the window, she could see the horizon beginning to lighten. He probably just came back from performing his duties.

“I found the almond tofu on the terrace and knew you had arrived,” he said calmly. “I only intended to see if you were awake since you keep odd hours, but you seemed to be suffering in your sleep.”

Lumine failed to compute how this led to him hovering over her as she slept. “So you were going to…?” she prompted.

Xiao averted his gaze, finally showing a hint of embarrassment. “Take your nightmares,” he muttered.

Stunned silent, Lumine simply stared at the Yaksha until it all clicked. She remembered the past she had heard from various people during her travels in Liyue, and why he enjoyed almond tofu more than any other dish created by humans. She wanted to laugh, but the urge was overpowered by how moved she felt.

“You were going to help me even after all the things I said…?” she murmured weakly.

At these words, Xiao met her gaze once more, brow furrowing. “I don’t follow.”

“Last time!” Lumine leaned forward, clutching the sheets with urgency. “I was so rude and I still haven’t apologized for it. I was sure you never wanted to see me again, but I still-”

Xiao closed his eyes. “You spoke the truth.”

“What? But…” The traveler stalled at this, unsure of what to say.

His eyelids lifted slightly as his gaze remained downcast, directed toward the wood of the table and away from her. “I knew you were only speaking on the matter for my sake.”

Lumine fell silent, feeling wave after wave of relief wash over her like the light of the sun's gradual dawn. Xiao's presence and words soothed her far more than she anticipated. It felt ridiculous now, to have been convincing herself not to get involved in his path when she already had. Lumine understood him warrior-to-warrior, immortal-to-immortal. But how could she understand the details of his duty, his culture? Her insolence had led her to speak against the life he'd led for thousands of years, and yet he still…

The traveler rose from the bed and came to the table with soft steps, folding her legs beneath herself as she sat across from the Yaksha. He tracked all of her movements calmly, his aura utterly undisturbed. In the quiet of the low-lit room, seated at the same table, she felt that they were finally back on the same wavelength.

Even so, she had to ask with a hesitant smile, “Then… am I forgiven?”

Xiao seemed to want to roll his eyes, but his amusement overtook his pretenses. “Have I not been saying all this time that there is nothing to forgive?”

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NOTES: 夜這い (Yobai - "night crawling") - an ancient custom practiced by unmarried Japanese people. Basically, it's sneaking into each other's rooms at night 💀

[hopespeak-hs-hostclub]

omg hi! i love your account! can i request the host club reacting to haruhi’s gf , like maybe the reader goes to pick haruhi up and everyone just sees that haruhi has a girlfriend and not a boyfriend.

and her gf is also super cutesy and nice thank you!

Yay!! Haruhi is an angel I’m so happy to write this for you 🥰 I’m sorry it’s on the shorter side, but I hope you love it!!!!

Haruhi’s Date

You’d been dating your girlfriend for about a month now, and she was absolutely perfect for you. She was the most stunning girl you’ve ever laid eyes on, with her big brown eyes, and her soft short brown hair. The way your hand always fit perfectly in her hand. You truly felt like you were made for each other. She unfortunately goes to a different school than you do, so you only get to see her on weekends, as long as the club she’s involved in doesn’t have any activities going on. But this weekend was all yours and you couldn’t be more excited. You got into your old beat up car, and started to head to her house to pick her up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Gosh, cant they leave?” Haruhi thought to herself, referring to her 6 friends, who had barged into her apartment early this morning for breakfast. With an annoyed expression plastered on her face as the boys all talked, she just sat and listened. But the twins must’ve noticed that Haruhi was seemingly annoyed.

“Hey Haruhi,” Kaoru started, while nudging his twin brother in the side to get his attention. “What’s wrong?”

“Yea, you don’t seem like yourself today Haruhi,” Hikaru finished. That statement got the attention of Tamaki, who immediately jumped into the conversation.

“Is something wrong with my perfect baby Haruhi?!??!” Tamaki gushed, while striding over to her quickly, and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Tell daddy what’s wrong, I’ll fix it!”

Haruhi, growing rather annoyed, shoved him off of her. “Don’t call yourself that, senpai. And you all want to know what’s wrong? It’s that you all barged in here this morning like you own the place, not even considering if I have other plans!!” Haruhi shouted defensively, while taking a quick look at the clock.

Kyoya, never missing anything, noticed Haruhi’s glance at the clock though, and decided to pipe in. “Are you expecting company, Haruhi?” He inquired with a slight smirk on his face. Instead of answering, Haruhi turned bright red in the face.

“Oooh! Haru-Chan IS expecting somebody!” Honey laughed, oblivious that he was embarrassing her even further. The twins both raised their eyebrows and looked at Haruhi interested in whatever she was hiding.

“You’re having guests?” The Hitachiin twins inquired at the same time.

“NO!” Haruhi blushed, covering her face with her arms. “I just really want you guys to all go home, and let me enjoy my weekend, please!”

“Well Haruhi, I don’t think it’s very polite of you to hide your guests from us, after all, we are like family!” Tamaki said while popping up in between the twins, and putting his arms around each of their shoulders.

Haruhi, unable to think of an excuse on why they need to leave, just sat there staring down at the floor, which Kyoya was also incredibly quick to notice. “Boys, I believe what Haruhi here is too nervous to outright say to us, is that she has a date today,” he started while peering down over his glasses at her. “Isn’t that right, Haruhi?”

Before Haruhi could even answer him, Tamaki stepped in. “Kyoya, that isn’t possible! We’re the only boys she ever talks to, and she doesn’t have a date with any of us!” Tamaki exclaimed proudly, before looking at the twins. “Right?” He asked nervously.

The twins shook their heads.

“Nope,” said Hikaru.

“Not with us,” Kaoru replied.

Honey, and Mori both also shook their heads, to indicate they weren’t the mystery man.

“Listen guys, can you all PLEASE just leave? You figured it out, I have a date. Now please let me be alone!” Haruhi cried out nervously.

But there of course wasn’t time for that.

~~~~~~~~

You rang the doorbell of your girlfriends apartment and heard a commotion inside. It sounded like she was having a party? That can’t be right, Haruhi hates party’s. You decide to wait outside just a moment longer, and that’s when Haruhi slides out the smallest crack of the door, not allowing you inside.

“Hey darling,” you gushed as you held her close to you. Haruhi nuzzled her head onto your chest and then looked up at you.

“So… we need to go, now,” Haruhi tried to explain quickly.

You looked at her puzzled as she grabbed your hand and tried to pull you down the steps with her. “Haruhi, honey, what are you doing?” You laughed nervously. But before she could answer, 6 boys walked out her door. A tall blonde one strutted up to you, hand extended.

“You must be the man who’s taking my precious Haruhi out today? Please, take good care of her. We all love her very much,” He started.

“Uh, boss,” Hikaru tried to whisper out.

Tamaki, shot him a glare then looked right back at you. “A-a girl?” You didn’t know what to say, so you just nodded and stared at all the boys in front of you.

Haruhi, clearly embarrassed, stepped next to you, and grabbed your hand tightly. “This is Y/N. We met over summer break at the market. We’ve been dating for a little over a month now,” Haruhi introduced. “And love, this is Tamaki, Honey, Mori, Kyoya, Hikaru, and Kaoru,” she said pointing to each respective person.

This is her club. Haruhi had told you all about the club, and how she has to pretend to be a boy to pay them back a lot of money, but you hadn’t ever seen photos of them or anything, and you definitely weren’t prepared for this today. But you have a bright bubbly personality. So you turned on the charm.

“Hi boys! My names y/n!” You extended your hand out to each boy individuality to shake it. “Haruhi my love, if you don’t mind, we can have our date later tonight? I’d love to go inside, share some tea and get to know everyone!!” You smiled and held onto your girlfriends arm.

Haruhi pulled you aside and whispered, “are you sure? They’re a handful…” she said, eyeing Tamaki specifically. You just smiled and nodded eagerly.

“Of course Haruhi, I love you, so I’m sure I’ll adore your friends!” You grinned at them all again. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you all! Hopefully we can do this all the time!” You beamed, hopeful that your girlfriends friends end up loving you. Sure, them finding out Haruhi is in a gay relationship might be shocking, but you know that you’ll end up loving them, and hopefully the same goes for them towards you!

[duckymcdoorknob]

From the Tickle fic prompts list; 19 and 25 for Lee! Ojiro? 🥺💖💖

YAY YES OF COURSEEEEE

I HAVE THE CUTEST FUCKING IDEA FOR THSI OMG OMG OMG OMG

The prompts: “freeze!”. And “not much just tickling Ojiro to pieces”

I apologize in advance because this is genuine fucking ASSCHEEKS BB. Like wow who is she and why is she so rushed and shitty.

Bank Murder 2.0

Warning! This is a tickle fic!

Hey! This was a request!

Ships: none

Warnings: tickles, a “murder”, blood mention.

The Breakdown: lee Ojiro, ler Denki.

Prompt: Officer Chargebolt is on the case! Denki, and a few of his pals, are put to the test by Iida and his group. When it’s time for gathering intel, Ojiro is the first person Denki can catch...

FUCK IM SO SORRY I FINALLY WROTE THIS AFTER 15 YEARS IVE JUST NOT HAD THE DESIRE TO WRITE MY DRAFTED FICS.

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“Alright everyone! I’ve decided that we should perform a team building exercise today!” Iida chimed from the front of the common room, having previously beckoned all of the class to it.

“But Iidaaaa!” Mina whined, “It’s our only day off!”

“Precisely!” The class rep clapped his hands together, then strode to a table which held a box.

Iida took the time to explain the system: choosing a yellow token from the box indicated the student was a hero! Choosing a red token indicated the student was a villain. Here’s the fun part. The red team planned the game, while the yellow team solved the mystery.

Here’s the layout:

Team Yellow: Denki, Bakugo, Mina, Kirishima, Tokoyami, Koda, Hagakure, Shoto, Momo, Sato.

Team Red: Ojiro, Izuku, Iida, Mineta, Jirou, Aoyama, Ochaco, Shoji, Tsuyu, Sero.

“Alright! Let’s get started, Red Team!” Iida called his teammates down to the kitchen, ready to plan the mystery.

After Iida and his team designed the perfect plan for Team Yellow, he regrouped with his classmates in the common area.

“Team Yellow, please report to the kitchen so that we may set up our game.” The class rep commanded.

The other students obliged, happily skipping down the hallway, ready for the new adventure. Except for Bakugo of course, who was rolling his eyes and sauntering along. Upon their return, they saw multiple “blood” covered patrons and Izuku “dead” on the floor, trying so hard to not laugh and break character.

“Oh my!” Momo cried upon seeing the sight of her bloodied classmates.

“You must solve the mystery. Who killed Midoriya?” Iida asked, mustering a playful tone, “The only rules are no quirk usage, no physical violence and no verbal abuses, Bakugo.”

Before the atomic blonde could bark an insult back at the speedy boy, Denki cut in.

“Alright team! First things first...” Denki looked up at the bloodied classmates in wickedness, “We need to catch someone for intel.”

Upon those words, the Red Team students scattered like mice, for they knew if they were caught it would be much harder to win.

“Get back here!” Kirishima cried in glee, chasing after his friends in suit.

Denki took off after Ojiro, who was giggling madly in anticipation of being caught. They pattered through the dorm halls, ducking in and out of rooms. Finally, Chargebolt had the tailed hero cornered.

“Freeze!” The electric blonde demanded, shortly after tackling said boy to the ground.

“WAAAH! Kaminari! Wh-“ the taller boy mentally cursed himself for being caught so easily.

“Now! You will tell me what I need to know, however and whenever, understand?” Denki barked out demand after demand, but Ojiro was destined to stay in character.

“You’ll never break me, see! I’m under the boss’s orders, see!” Somehow a monster character came from him, but he wasn’t complaining.

Kaminari was in a pickle, what was he supposed to do? The only thing he can think of is-

Oh that’ll do.

“Not gonna talk eh? Well. Better get ready, Ojiro; they don’t call me Don Turtelli for nothin’!”

“Don Turt- What are you on about?” Ojiro furrowed his brows in utter confusion.

Denki grinned evilly as he wiggled an evil claw toward his friend. “Muahahaha! Get ready to talk, Villain!” he cooed, finally bringing his hand down to squeeze at the latter’s stomach.

“GAH! Whahahahat?! K-Kahahamihihinahaharihihi!” The tailed hero wailed in shock.

“Aww I forgot how cute you sounded when you laughed!” The electric blonde cooed as he scrunched up his nose, “Now tell me who did it!”

“Neheheheveheheher!” Ojiro was determined. He was going to stay in character whether he died from tickles or not.

“Hm. That’s quite the shame, Ojiro. You leave me no choice.” Kaminari retracted his torturous hand and brought it up to hover over the trapped boy’s ribs,

“Wait! No! Kaminari!” The tailed hero whined, quickly gripping Denki’s wrist.

The electric blonde gasped dramatically, widening his eyes in sudden “shock.”

“Did you just stop my wrist?” He inquired, cocking an eyebrow.

“Kaminari- no no no! Stop!”

“Because if you grabbed my wrist that must mean you really really want me to tickle you here.”

“Denki don’t you d-AHAHAHAREHEHE!” Ojiro’s laughter increased tenfold as a more sensitive part of him had fingers fluttering on it.

“You know how to make this end!” Denki yelled as he changed his fluttering fingers to drilling with thumbs.

“GAAH!! DEHEHEHENKIHIHI! NOHOHOHOHO! EHEHENOHOHOHOUGH!”

“Enough my ass! Tell me who killed Midoriya!”

“NEHEHEHEVEHEHER!”

Poor Ojiro.

Oh well, his funeral.

Kaminari simply let out a fond breath of air as he stopped his assault on the tailed hero’s ribs.

“You leave me no choice.”

“You’ve already said that!”

“Getting cocky now are we?” The electric blonde cocked an eyebrow and wore a sly grin.

“Shut up! Let go of me! They’ll come find me soon!” Ojiro spat in defense, immediately regretting it after.

“That’s it! You have one last chance to tell me who killed Midoriya!”

“Kiss my ass!”

Denki brought back the all accursed claw and ever so slowly wiggled or above Ojiro’s torso. Where would he strike next? The tailed hero found himself giggling madly in anticipation.

“C-cmohohohon. Dehehehenks!”

The claw wiggled and squeezed the open air as it teased over the pinned boy’s body. Until it finally hit down on the hollows of his hips.

“NONONO! NOHOHOHO! KAHAHAHAMINAHAHARIHIHIHI! STAHAHAHAHAPPIHIHIHIT!”

“TELL ME WHO KILLED HIM!”

“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT! THEHEHEHEYLL KIHIHIHILL MEHEHEHEHEHE!”

“Then die I guess.”

“You’ll never get me Tokoyami!” A cooing voice sounded from outside the door, the handle jiggling shortly after.

Through his hysterics, Ojiro managed to find out who his saving grace was. It was no other than Hanta Sero.

“SEHEHEHEROHOHO! GEHEHET HIHIHIHIM OHOHOHOFF!”

“Denki What are you doing?!”

“Nothin’!” Kaminari hummed, “Just tickling Ojiro to pieces.”

“Get off of him!” Sero barked, tackling Denki off of his teammate, “Are you okay? Did you spill?”

“M’fine. And no. I kept quiet.”

Sero’s lips curled into a menacing smile, “Perfect.”

The electric hero wrestled with Sero as he chuckled awkwardly, “Heh. Could we uh- could we talk about this?”

“Sure.” Ojiro chimed as he rose to his feet, “If you tell us what your plan is to stop us.”

“Now why would I do th- oh...”

Sooner than when the realization kicked in was Denki being attacked by two villains. What an unfair advantage.

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[thediamondgirl17]

Alpha!Goshiki x Omega!Reader: That Day In The Gym (SFW!) Part 2

I literally got a request to make a second part to this, like...3 minutes after I posted! That made me feel super duper happy! So per a request, I shall be continuing the story! I hope this chapter lives up to the last one and that you guys like it! Also, if you guys want a Part 3, then I will totally do one for you!

Warnings: Strong language, maybe some suggestive language. Also a little bit of depression at the end?

Here is the link to Part 1! if you haven’t read it before this one I definitely recommend doing so!  Anyway, here you go! I hope you enjoy! 

    “So, are you actually going to do it?” Your friend asked you as you sat down outside ready to eat the lunch that you had packed for yourself. The two of you were currently outside on a bench on campus, and you hummed as you opened your small bento. Inside was some onigiri you had made, along with some salad in the same box. You broke apart your chopsticks to eat the salad. 

    “I-I don’t know...,” You said softly and looked up at them. 

    “What do you mean you ‘don’t know?’” They paused and sighed, looking up at the sky. “He even scented it! That’s totally a sign that he wants to see you there!” They said and tilted their head to look at you. “Besides, being the manager of the Apex Alpha himself!” They snickered. “It would be like you were his boss!” That comment made you stiffen up a bit. 

    “H-huh?! Th-that isn’t exactly a good thing! Besides...I feel like their coach will just treat me like I’m trash and make me do all of the ‘house work’ kind of stuff...,” You said and took a bite of your salad. 

    “And then you have your new Alpha to take care of you!” They said like it was nothing. You practically started to choke on your food with very pink cheeks. 

    “H-He isn’t m-my Alpha!” You said nervously. You shook your head and placed your bento down next to you. You gently flattened out your purple skirt. “H-he just-,” You were about to say, but your friend had cut you off. 

    “Stood up for you? Went nose to nose with an Apex Alpha for you? Offered you a spot on the team? Scented something for you?” They said a bit sarcastically. You gulped and nodded a bit. “Well to me it sounds like he’s interested...Just go to the practice and see if you can get it...That will give you the credit from the program to make you look good at colleges!” They shrugged. “What could go wrong?” 

    “Don’t ask that!” You said quickly and eyed them nervously. “If you say that then something will definitely go wrong!” Your friend just chuckled and the two of you got back to more normal topics of conversation. 

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    “And this is exactly the reason that I did not want to do this.” Coach Washijo grumbled as he looked out the doors to the gym, only to see a fair amount of female Omegas looking around with practical hearts for eyes at the thought of being the first Omega manager that the Shiratorizawa boys volleyball team would get. 

    “Too bad all of my fellow Omegas suck,” Tendou said with a creepy glint in his eyes as he tilted his head to look at them. “Only driven by the primal desire to find a strong mate to fill their needs when they’re in-” 

    “That’s enough Tendou.” Ushijima said sternly. “We have practice. The coach will deal with these squealing pigs.” He said and turned around. 

    “Wow Ushiwaka-kun! Calling them pigs!” The red head snickered. And soon the Omega followed the leader of the pack to the court. However, Goshiki seemed a bit distracted as he kept looking over at the door, hoping to see your face among the crowd of nose burning Omegas. 

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    You stood in the back of the crowd, standing in your purple gym pants and white t-shirt. You looked over the sea of girls in the exact same uniform as you. Your (h/c) hair was tied up in a tight ponytail (or clipped/slicked back/whatever you like for your hair style) and your (p/c) shoes were drowned out by all the others around you. Scents of all kinds filled your nose from the Omegas around you, and you hated it. Gently you tried to slip through the crowd of other Omegas that gathered at the door to the gym. 

    “They should pick me!” One said. 

    “No, no, me! I am much more mothering and sweet!” 

    “I have the best scent! It should be me!” 

    You groaned as you slipped through the crowd. ‘How annoying...,’  You thought to yourself as you moved against the crowd. All you wanted to do was peek in...right? That was it, peek in, see if you liked it or not, and then leave...right...? 

    “Hey! Watch it!” Comes the annoyed voice of an Omega you had bumped into near the front door. 

    “S-sorry!” You said quickly in response. The other Omega near the front of the gym door stared down at you with an evil look in her eye, almost as if she emanating energy that said, ‘I’m better than you!” You stepped backwards away from her a bit before you felt a hand wrap around your upper arm and pull you into the gym. You yelped a bit as you were a bit harshly tugged into the gym and the door slammed shut behind you. You flinched a bit and shut your eyes went the door closed. However, after a moment you opened them to find a boy with a slanted bowl cut, and very light brown hair staring back down at you. You immediately tensed up under his touch and your eyes went wide. There was a bit of silence that filled the air, along with your nervous scent. 

    “Goshiki.” The light haired setter said, and turned to the court where the purple haired boy was currently in the middle of a spike. His eyes shifted over for a split second and he fell face first into the net. You heard the red haired middle blocker laugh his ass off the moment that Goshiki’s face plunged into the net. This left the next ace of Shiratorizawa flustered and embarrassed that you saw that. He stood up from the floor and gently brushed himself off, he turned to walk over to you with a light expression that looked a bit relived to see you in the gym. However, before he fully made his way over to talk to you, Coach Washijo got there first with his arms crossed, and a not very happy expression plastered across his face. 

    “Shirabu. Why is she here?” He asked sternly and looked up at the setter. 

    “She was the only one not screaming, for one thing. Second, she was drowning in other Omegas. And third...,” Shirabu paused and looked over at Goshiki. “He invited her here personally.” And the moment after he said that, your cheeks, along with Goshiki’s cheeks heated up a nice pink color, and the two of you stood shyly across from one another. 

    “He didn’t-!”

    “I didn’t-!” You both said at the same time. This caused the both of you to tense up a little more due to that face. 

    “I-I n-need a-an athletic club...,” You mumbled softly. “And...I-I mean...I get it if you want me to leave!” You added quickly. “S-since I got the flyer I-I decided to come around...b-but I didn’t expect this much...,” You said turning to the closed door and biting your bottom lip. 

    “Awe!~” Tendou cried and rushed over to you. He placed his hands on your shoulders and leaned down, almost touching nose to nose with you. “I like this one...,” He said in a low voice and squinted his eyes. Then he jumped up all happy again. “Can we keep her?!” He asked, leaning over to the coach. 

    “I-I’m n-not a dog-,” You were about to protest. 

    “If she can stay out of your way and do the basic tasks that you boys shouldn’t be focusing on then she can.” The Beta coach said with his arms still crossed. “That is...if she even wants to stay...she’s already caused enough trouble as it is...,” He said strictly. You stood in silence and looked around at the gym of intimidating Alphas, Betas, and your fellow Omega. 

    “I-...I’ll stay...,” You said meekly. 

    “Yay!” Tendou cried happily. “I have a little friend!” He laughed and skipped off in a lanky way to the court. 

    “If you stay, you work.” Coach Washijo said and glanced over to the water bottles off to the side. “Go fill those. Then come back and I will give you more useless errands to run.” He stated before heading back to the bench. You glanced over Goshiki for a quick second before going to grab the bottles for the team and fill them. 

And so began your first week as the new manager for the Shiratorizawa boys volleyball team. 

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    It was...awful. A little over a week had passed since you ‘joined’ the boys volleyball team as a manager. And let’s just say...Coach Washijo definitely believed in the hierarchy of titles. Hence why Ushijima was the leader of the pack. An Alpha that was stronger than other Alphas? That was a definite ‘yes’ for the coach. And on the team, no matter what year you were in, Alphas always had the final say in what Betas and Omegas did. If Shirabu, one of the Betas on the team asked you to do something, and then Semi, one of the Alphas, asked you to do something as well. Semi’s need would always need to be met first, and if it wasn’t you were harshly scolded by the coach. And one more thing...You were treated like trash by Coach. Tendou was a stronger Omega, and a more dominant one at that, and he was a third year, which left you at the very bottom of the pecking order. 

    And it wasn’t just the way you were treated, but it was also the early morning practices, and the late night practices, where you would have to set up the gym before everyone came in, and finish packing up once the team was headed back to their dorms. But only one Alpha would poke his head in to see you, make sure you were okay, or talk to you. And you had appreciated that a lot. Sometimes he would come in and sit down and talk to you while you cleaned. It would make your heart flutter and your cheeks warm. One afternoon you were sweeping up the floor and he watched and talked to you for a bit before there was silence. 

    “I’m sorry...,” He said softly. 

    “What for?” You asked pushing around the broom. 

    “I would help you if I could...But Ushijima said that it was your job...,” He trailed off and felt his heart sink for admitting that he didn’t want to leave you to clean up their mess. 

    “Oh it’s okay!” You smiled softly. Your smile made his heart pang for you as yo rushed around to clean up everything. 

    “...but it’s not...,” He said softly, before being interrupted. 

    “Let’s go!” Shirabu said to him. “Or our dinner is gonna get cold...,” He said before walking off. Goshiki offered you a look that said ‘I’m sorry’ before rushing off to meet the second year. Leaving you standing in the gym. 

    “Bye...,” You said softly to an empty room. 

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    You walked into practice with a small yawn and stretched out a bit. Like you had been doing for the past few days, you started to set up the gym. You pulled out the cart of volleyballs and made sure the air pressure was good, then you got the water bottles and filled them, and then set up the chairs for the coaches. And everyday, Goshiki would come in before everyone to help you carry the poles and set up the net. And you would always smile with a small blush, and he would looked down and flush and help you carry everything in silence. However, today would prove to be different. 

    You stood with Goshiki against the wall while he sipped his water and talked about random things on your mind. Most of the time you asked him about volleyball, things like rules, positions, and things like that. Happily the purple haired Alpha would answer, and his face would light up when explaining things. In honesty you would ask him to re-explain some things just to see his face when he talked about it. ‘He’s so passionate...,’ You thought to yourself as he swung his hand at an invisible volleyball, and you nodded with a small smile. However, the sound of the gym doors opening and closing caught both of your attentions and you glanced over to see Washijo and Ushijima coming your way. 

    Even if Ushijima hadn’t made himself known physically, he had this overwhelming scent of...dirt basically. He smelled like the sort of soil that had been rained on, and the sun was shining on for a while. His scent was thick and filled the entire room when he walked in, and it made you shiver a bit. Not a shiver that one would think is good. This shiver would make your hairs stand on end and would make you feel much more nervous around him than any other Alpha you had met. Which would make sense considering he was an Apex Alpha. 

    “(L/n).” Washijo said sternly, which immediately got you on your feet and walking over to the two of them. 

    “Y-yes...,” You said a bit nervously, he sounded upset, so you braced yourself to get yelled at. 

    “We need a calendar schedule of your heat cycle and the type of suppressants that you’re on.” The coach said with thinned eyes. 

    “H-huh? I-Is that all?” You asked a bit surprised, 

    “Yes...We just need to know when you won’t be here.” Washijo said. 

    “And when your scent may start becoming stronger, so that we can practice without the distraction.” Ushijima added on in his monotoned voice. 

    “Y-yeah...I can get you those papers by tomorrow if you’d like...,”

    “The sooner the better...,” The coach said. And you nodded a bit. 

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    That afternoon practice had rolled around, and during your free time you were able to grab all the documentation that you needed to give to Coach Washijo. Once everything in the gym was set up, all the boys lined up for a roll call of what they would be doing that day. However, you brought your papers to Washijo and stood in front of him as he looked them over. Unfortunately, Tendou stood beside him, and Tendou has always had a big mouth. 

    “Hey! I’m on the same brand of suppressants!” Tendou said happily and chuckling. “Your heats must be agonizing~,” He leaned over to you and your cheeks got really red. 

    “I-I c-can bear it...,” You said softly. 

    “You know it only gets worse the more your around Alphas!” He noted. “Mine got MUCH worse, to the point where I had to get a stronger prescription.”  He chuckled darkly. 

    “I-I’m sure I’ll be okay...,” You said looking down. The conversation had caught the purple haired wing spiker’s attention and silently listened in as he did is stretches. “W-wait don’t you dorm with Ushijima? So then why-?”

    “Why doesn’t it affect him?” The red head asked tilting his head. “Apex Alphas are SUPER special!~” He cooed. “My heat to him would be like a fly in our dorm. He knows it’s there, he just doesn’t care.” 

    “An Alpha not affected by an Omega in heat?...Now I’ve never seen anything like that.” You said softly. 

    “Well have you ever met an Apex Alpha?” He asked with raised eyebrows. 

    “N-no...,” 

    “Well that explains it!” He said and headed off without another word. However, a certain purpled haired boy had listened in on the whole conversation, and wore a sour face, his scent became a bit sour, but it mixed in with everyone else’s and was barely noticeable. 

    ‘Alphas not affected by heats impress her? I need to be like that...But can I?’ He thought to himself as he kept on stretching. ‘I’m not an Apex Alpha...Could I become one though? Then she would like me? Right?’ Thoughts like that kept running through his head as he sat on the ground. However, once he heard the whistle that practice was starting, he snapped out of it and joined his team mates on the court. 

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    “If you’re going to do it...do it now...,” Shirabu said sipping his water. “Do it while she’s in the bathroom.” 

    “I-I can’t j-just go for it!” The Alpha shot back at the Beta. “Th-this is an intimate thing...,” He mumbled and looked down at your backpack. 

    “I thought scenting was only intimate when you did it to each other...,” He said with furrowed eyebrows. 

    “It’s intimate in general-,” He paused and looked up at Ushijima as he walked over. 

    “Court her on your own time, right now you are supposed to be resting and drinking water.” He said in his usual stern voice. 

    “...yeah...,” Goshiki said while looking off to the side, grabbing his water and chugging it down before getting back on the court to blow off some steam about what just happened. He was already nervous as it was, let alone to have Mr. Apex Alpha tell him that his decision to court you would have to wait until later, when that opportunity to scent your bag was perfect. He silently kicked himself in the butt for not doing it before the great Ushiwaka walked over. But seeing your happy face as you walked out from the bathroom made him relax. Everything about you did. Your smile, your laughter, your interest in his favorite sport. Everything about you made him feel even more attracted to you as each day passed by. 

    Practice went as usual for you. Do the housework tasks, get yelled at by Washijo, let the Alphas walk all over you. And as you went through the day, your thoughts turned more poisonous to your own mind. ‘What am I even doing? Its been over a week and I haven’t even been accepted into the pack. What am I doing wrong? Why do they hate me? Is it because I’m an Omega?...No...Tendou is an Omega and they like him...,’ And then. The final string snapped. 

    “Move.” Semi said as he reached over you to grab a water. It wasn’t exactly harsh, but it wasn’t like he was treating you with respect either, just like almost everyone else. 

    Instantly your scent turned sour and you tensed up, feeling tears roll down your face. You knees gave out and you fell to the ground and covered your face with your hands. The little chirp you let out alerted all the Alphas and Betas  nearby that you were in distress. Tendou more specifically looked over at you. 

    “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Semi-Semi...You sent our poor little Omega manager into a small Omega depression.” The red head said looking at your trembling form on the floor. 

    Everything was happening in slow motion for Goshiki. You falling and crying, Tendou’s words. Everything. But the second that your distressed smell reached his nose. Something in him snapped too. 

    ‘Comfort her.’ 

    He rushed over and grabbed his track jacket and brought it over to you. He gently laid the jacket on you like a blanket and sunk down to your level. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest. Your shoulders untensed at his scent and you nuzzled into his chest with your eyes watering a bit. 

    “It’s okay...,” He said softly as he gently rubbed your back.

[bangtanloverboys]

off limits (ii) // myg & knj

summary - it’s been a while since yoongi showed namjoon what happens when he touches what doesn’t belong to him; but now you want to play with him

pairing - yoongi x male hybrid!reader, namjoon x male hybrid!reader, yoongi x namjoon

genre - smut; mafia au, hybrid au

word count - 2.3k

warning - dom yoongi, sub namjoon, sub reader, voyeurism, hand job, blowjob/mouth fucking, edging, cum eating, daddy kink, sir kink, referenced/implied orgy

author’s note - part 2, there will be no part 3. enjoy <3

part i

With a satisfied moan, you let yourself fall onto the bed; completely satiated from your activities with Yoongi. Eyes half lidded, you watched your owner slip from your shared bed to the bathroom. You let your eyes close, catching your breath as you waited for his return. You knew he was back when you felt the gentle caress of a washcloth along your member and between your legs, you sighed as he cleaned your sore and spent body. When he finished, he got in bed next to you, laying flat on his back. You could feel him staring at you, sensing your racing thoughts. 

“What are you thinking about, kitten?” He asked, ready to give you anything you desired. 

“I’m not thinking about anything,” you responded, you were thinking about something though. You just didn’t know how to tell him without Yoongi getting overly possessive. 

“I know your thinking face. Tell me, kitten, what is it you want?”

You purse your lips, your mind going back to merely a few weeks ago to the night at the club. The night Yoongi played with you infront of one of his lower ranking associates, a punishment for him for touching you. Something Yoongi was only allowed to do. But that night, Namjoon wasn’t allowed to touch himself or come at all. You felt a bit sorry for him, you wanted him to maybe have a little reward after following Yoongi’s orders so nicely afterwards. “I’m thinking about Namjoonie.” 

Yoongi sucked in a breath, that was something he did not expect you to say. “What about him?”

“I wanna play with him.”

“Absolutely not.” Yoongi turned his head away from you, not wanting to continue the conversation. 

“But daddy,” you whined, turning over to lay on his chest, forcing him to look up at you, “we play with Jiminie and Taehyungie all the time!” To which was true, there were more than enough times where Yoongi would allow you to invite your two friends to join them for an evening. Yoongi knew you loved messing around with other people, what was so different about Namjoon?

“Because kitten, Jiminie and Taehyungie don’t touch you. You touch them.” Yoongi had very specific rules about you being touched, wanting to be the only one that ever brings you pleasure. But you loved playing with others, and while the sight of you having people fall apart under you made him insane, he needed control. To compromise, he allowed you to touch them. Never allowing them to touch you. 

You frowned, but only for a moment before a brilliant idea came to mind. “What if you played with him?”

“Excuse me?”

“You play with him, I watch, and he doesn’t touch me.” You explained, nonchalantly tracing circles over his chest while you waited for his answer. 

“Why do you want this exactly, kitten?” Yoongi raised a brow at you.

You merely bit your lip and leaned forward, to purr in his ear, “Because I wanna see how pretty he looks with your hand wrapped around his cock.” You pulled back, looking at him with your big eyes.

Tongue between his teeth, Yoongi took in your begging face. Your lower lip stuck out as you pouted. He knew, and you knew, he could never ever say no to you. With a roll of his eyes, he agreed. 

“Yay!! Thank you, daddy!” You squealed, pressing kisses over his face and towards his neck. Pausing your kisses, you took a deep inhale of his pine scent. A smile on your face, you rubbed your nose along the expanse of his neck, scenting him. You knew that you had no real competition for Yoongi’s attention, he had eyes for you and you alone, but it was still nice to mark him as yours; letting another hybrid know he was yours and yours alone. 

“Hmm you’re welcome, kitten.” He sighed as you placed a final kiss under his jaw. “Tomorrow. You’ll get your pay time tomorrow.” 

To which, Yoongi kept his promise, summoning a very anxious Namjoon to his personal estate. To say he was scared out of his wits was an understatement, he was terrified. Since that night, Namjoon has followed through with Mr. Min’s order: no touching. He even pushed it a little further than not touching you, but barely even looking at you whenever he knew you were around. 

He felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest as he rang the bell to Yoongi’s manor. The heavy front door was pulled open by one of the bodyguards that was outside the room that night. . . did he know? He must’ve known as he looked at him with a knowing smirk as he opened the door further. “Boss is expecting you. Follow me.” He said as Namjoon stepped into the vast entry hall.

He followed the bodyguard, climbing up a large staircase. His mind was racing as he was led deeper and deeper into Yoongi’s home. What did he want? Did he change his mind about letting him off the hook? Was he going to die tonight?

Namjoon was cut off from his thoughts by running into the bodyguard, who had stopped in front of a door that could only have the man he feared most behind it. “He’s waiting for you inside.” Was all the man said before he turned back into the maze of hallways from where they came from. 

The bodyguard no longer in sight, Namjoon faced the door in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he knocked twice on the wood. From inside, he could hear a faint “Come in.” He opened the door, to reveal Yoongi in front of him, dressed smartly as he was before, leaning against his desk. Off to Namjoon’s right, sat you on a bed; dressed in only a button up shirt, that he can only assume is Yoongi’s. Immediately he diverts his eyes away from your scantily clad body, staring right at Mr. Min’s shoes.

“You summoned me, sir?” He hears you let out a small giggle as he addresses your owner.

“Yes, I did.” Yoongi pushed himself off his desk, taking a few steps to stand in front of him, sliding his hands into his pockets. “My little kitten here wants me to play with you.”

The words that he hears have Namjoon choking on his own spit. Stunned, he actually looks at you and fully takes in your expression. Your eyes were dark as you devoured him with your stare.

“If you don’t want to, this is your chance to leave and we will never speak of this again” Yoongi continues, his tone deadly serious. Still looking at you, he sees you stick your lower lip out in a pout. The same pout that got him into trouble with dancing with you in the first place. He looked back to Yoongi, who raised a brow at him questioningly. Waiting for his answer. 

“I, uh, okay-” He sputtered out, his face feeling like it was on fire. 

“Kitten,” Yoongi looked over to you, who was silently celebrating that he agreed. “Explain to him the rules.”

“Daddy touches you, you can’t touch me. The safeword is sugar. You call him sir, only I can call him daddy.” You recite, like you’ve done this a million times before. 

“And what do you want him to call you, kitten?” Yoongi asks as he circles around Namjoon, studying him carefully. 

“You can call me kitty,” you say with a flick of your tail. “Got it?”

Soon as Namjoon gave a nod of his head, he felt a hand begin to palm him over his trousers. “Keep your eyes on him, little boy.” Yoongi growls as he gives his hardening cock a squeeze. Swallowing, he does as Yoongi orders. Watching you as your hand travels to your own erection, wrapping your hands around it as Yoongi gets him so hard, it’s straining against his pants. “Get those off,” Yoongi commands, pulling his hand away. With the loss of Yoongi’s touch, he wants to whine, but he does as he’s told, scrambling to pull his pants down. His member pops out as he strips down, he’s painfully hard under your hungry gaze. Yoongi’s hand is on him again, smearing his pre-cum over his tip. Namjoon lets out a low moan as he continues to watch you pump yourself, using him to get off. “You like that, little boy? You like the fact my kitten is getting off to you? Me touching your needy cock?” Yoongi’s breath hot against his neck as he quickened his pace.

Namjoon nodded frantically, his face construed with pleasure. 

“Use your words, boy.” Yoongi snarls.

“Yes, sir. I like that-that kitty is getting off to you- fuck, touching me,” Namjoon cried as you started stroking yourself faster, letting out a loud mewl hine at his confession. The noise is like music to his ears. A loud moan emits from Namjoon, he’s close, and Yoongi can tell as his cock twitches in his hand. He felt his knees go weak, he was gonna come. “I-” Instantly, Yoongi ripped his hand away from his aching cock. He let out cry, his building orgasm quickly leaving him. 

“Get on your fucking knees,” Yoongi sneered, unbuckling his belt. Gulping, he did as he was told. Kneeling before his boss, he looks up as he fists his cock in front of his face. “Open.” His mouth opens on its own, and before he knows it, his mouth is stuff full of Yoongi’s length. Behind him, Namjoon can hear you whimper, slick noises getting louder from you. Both hands on either side of his head, his eyes started to water as the tip of his cock hit the back of his throat. Slowly, Yoogi started to shallowly thrust in and out of his mouth. “Fuck,” he groaned above him as Namjoon tried his best to meet his pace, blinking back tears as his tried his damndest not to choke. 

Your sobs got louder as you continued to fuck your hand, watching Yoongi fuck Namjoon’s mouth; loving the way his cock disappeared between his pretty lips. Your eyes flickered up to Yoongi, his eyes meeting yours. He looks down to the floor, to the spot next to Namjoon. A silent order. Getting up from the bed, you made your way to kneel next to Namjoon, who has become hyper aware of your presence. 

With a grunt, Yoongi pulled himself from his mouth, his hand fervently pumping his cock. He watched as he let out a low sigh as you opened up your mouth, sticking your tongue out just a bit. The sight pushed Yoongi over the edge, as a strangled groan fell from his lips as he came all over your open mouth. Namjoon was hypnotized as you licked up all the cum that fell past your lips. You met Namjoon’s eyes when you felt his stare, giving him a wink before getting back to your feet to whisper something into Yoongi’s ear. 

“Kitten,” he warns you. But you show him that face again, big eyes and pouty lips. He lets in a sharp inhale, “fine.” With a small cheer, you press a kiss under his jaw. “You, on that chair.” Namjoon followed the order, seating himself in the leather chair. “Hands on the arms. No touching.”

He watched with wide eyes as you got on your knees before him. You placed your hands on his knees, red from being kneeling so long. “Wh-what's going on, uh, -sir?” He quickly tagged on the title.

“I wanna suck you off,” you purred, taking his aching cock in your hands. A shiver went down Namjoon’s spine as you kitten-licked his tip. He gripped the arms of the chair tightly, his knuckles going white. As you took him into your mouth, he let out a whimper. Your hands went around the base of his dick, pumping what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. Namjoon was lost in the feeling of your mouth; you were so warm and wet around him. He wanted nothing more than to buck his hips, fuck your mouth the way Yoongi did to him moments ago, but he knew better. He couldn’t touch you, it wouldn’t take an idiot to know that probably fell into the same category as touching.

Your hand slipped a bit lower, fondling his balls ever so lightly. His head fell back, tears pricking the edges of his eyes. He couldn’t look at you, the noises and sensation was enough to make him come; but it was too soon. He wanted a little more time to enjoy this, enjoy your mouth around him. 

“Look at him, little boy. Look at how well my kitten is taking you.” Yoongi ordered, his voice far off from where Namjoon was. 

“N-No, can’t!” He felt a tear slip down his cheek as you started sucking faster, lewd slurping noises filling the room. 

“I said, look at him Namjoon!” He barked, he stepped forward, grabbing the back of his head and forcing him to look down at you. He met your eyes and you were looking innocently up at him, your mouth full of his cock. He felt his gut tighten, he was ready. He was gonna pump your mouth so full of cum-

Once more, his orgasm is taken from him; your lips are pulled from his cock with a sick pop. With a loud cry, he watches as Yoongi tugs you by the nape of the neck, dragging you towards the bed. Namjoon is silent as he's told to leave. He’s stuck to the chair, frozen at what just happened. “Playtime is over, get out.” It’s Namjoon’s turn for Yoongi to grab him by the end of his shirt and yank him out of the door. Tripping over his pants that are still pooled at his ankles, he falls to the floor. The door slamming shut behind him; he doesn’t get up yet. Namjoon just sits there, staring at the door; he can still hear your beautiful whines and moans. For your daddy. For Yoongi. Not for him.

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“Because I Can”

Entry for @storiesofsvu bingo!!!! Yay. <3 

The square was: “Everything”-- By Michael Buble, and the lines were:

And I can't believe, uh, that I'm your man,

And I get to kiss you, baby, just because I can.

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Your bosses’ son Noah who you looked after was hosting a carnival to raise money for new computers and she had “asked”  everyone in her squad and you to volunteer for different booths. You don’t want to say she forced you, but if you said no you had better have come up with a damn good reason like your mother was dying.

Luckily, she let you all do your own thing when it came to the theme of your booth. Sonny ran a “throw the cannoli” booth, Fin was doing card tricks, etc. Amanda had gotten out of it by actually bringing her kids to the thing, you wished you knew some kids to borrow. You had no talents; no art, no performing, hell you were barely holding it together most days on your own. 

And so, here you were-- at your “Kissing Booth”. If nothing else, you had always been told you were pretty. Every time you would pick up Noah from school, little boys would giggle and point. The girls would try and play with your makeup and jewelry. All you had to do was sit there and look stunning. You were pretty sure you could handle that. 

By the middle of the afternoon your jar was full of dollars, $1 for one kiss on the cheek. $2 for a peck on the lips.  Sure a few single dads had tried giving you a $20, but you’d just nervously shoo them away saying “Maybe just the kids, huh?” 

You were just about to close up shop when you noticed a man who had been eyeing your booth all day came waltzing up to it. He was dressed in a cream colored suit and pink tie.

“There is a line,” You pointed to several little boys and a few dads waiting in front of the booth. The man shrugged, stepping aside as you continued to give out innocent kisses.

“Seems a little overdressed for a carnival there, counselor,” You commented to the man still standing there watching in amusement.

“What? This is my most casual suit,” he looked offended.

“Oh God…” You rolled your eyes with a smile. 

“So…” He glanced at your sign.

“So….” You kept the line moving while he spoke.

The man gave you a sly smile as he pulled out a $100 bill and laid it on your table.

“Wow, that’s mighty generous of you there, sir!” You gasped with a smile.

“It’s for the kids,” He smirked.

“Hey! Back of the line mister!” A kid cried out, the man ignored him. You reached around him and gave the little boy a peck on the cheek and a pat on the head. 

“Well, I care about the kids but--” You pulled his collar across the booth table and gave him a quick kiss. “That one’s on me,”

“Hey!! That’s not fair! That guy cut AND didn’t pay!” Another kid yelled.

“Yeah man, we’re-- I mean, these little dudes are waiting-- why are you trying to ruin their fun?!” An overdramatic dad protested.

“Their fun?” The man didn’t bat an eyelash; he sauntered around the table, and wrapped his arms around you from behind. 

“Because I can,” He smirked while looking at the dad square in his eyes.

“Rafa, you may be my boyfriend but Olivia’s my BOSS-- If you piss off these parents she’s gonna pay for it, and then I’M gonna pay for it,” You made a face at him. 

“I didn’t like the way that dad was looking at you,” He muttered, gesturing to the drama dad.

“Well if you’re done ‘marking your territory’ baby, I’ll see you when I’m done,” 

“Alright Alright fine, I want some funnel cake anyway,” He grumbled reluctantly as he walked away. Suddenly he turned right back on his heels and gave you a long, passionate kiss in front of the whole crowd.

“My boyfriend, ladies and gentleman,” You snickered. “The epitome of maturity,” 

Rafael turned and left the line of little boys and dads glaring in jealousy, a satisfied smile on his face.

[squishymochisoo]

the ghost, my past lover || seo changbin (ft. kim seungmin)

genre: angst

pairing: seo changbin x reader, kim seungmin x reader

words: 2.2 k

synopsis: the boy you once loved was gone. but why did you still see him around? you blocked everyone out of your life and surrounded your heart with an iron wall. how on earth did seo changbin manage to break through those walls?

trigger warnings: death

a/n: happy birthday to me (in a few hours)! as my birthday treat to myself, i decided to post something! enjoy! and let me know what you think about it!

i hate that i can’t seem to forget you.

i hate that you’re a part of my psyche.

why did it have to be this way? “y/n, clean up after yourself please” seungmin sighed from across the room as he saw you slouch against your bed frame laughing at some drama you were watching. seungmin scrunched his nose as he saw your different pair of socks littered all over the floor of your room. for the past 5 years, he has watched you hide yourself away, closing every door that has opened up for you. five years it’s been five years since his passing it’s been five years since seungmin’s passing you had pushed so many people away in the past five years and build up a wall that separated you and world. seungmin could tell you felt reluctant to start anew. he knew you felt as though you didn’t deserve happiness, especially if seungmin wasn’t there by your side. he knew you felt as though his passing was your fault. as though your loneliness was your punishment for someone you lost. did you think that your own happiness would bring yourself further guilt? maybe you felt that you would forget him and your past if you found your happiness once again. as you watched your drama, you slightly casted your eyes to the corner of the room, wondering what the figure was doing just standing there. even after years since his passing, you still see him around. 

at first you were afraid. but after a year, it felt as though the presence was really truly him, the boy you once loved. sometimes you could feel his burning stare on your back as you cleaned the house or as you trudge back into bed after a long day at work. 

when you first saw him a week, days after his passing, you thought it was just the lack of sleep from those sleepless nights you lay in your now empty bed. as those days of seeing him around became weeks, you thought it was just the devil playing tricks with you. 

but when you catch a glance on his face whenever you cried, a part of you knew it was your seungmin. 

although you knew, the boy you loved and lost was with you all throughout these years, you never approached him or signalled to him that you knew of his existence.

whenever you wanted to speak to him, whenever you felt like you needed him. a part of you just couldn’t. you missed him so much. but he was supposed to be gone. why has he been walking around your house and talking to you for the past five years? 

was it guilt? was it sadness? were you just trying to punish yourself that you got out of the mess unharmed but the consequences that came afterwards left a scar on your heart? 

some days seungmin trails behind you and nags at you for not cleaning up your apartment. or for ordering in instead of cooking at home. but what hurts most is when he mentions your friends. “seriously babe, you’ve got to talk to jisung, jinnie and lix. you can’t just cut off contact with our friends. they are so worried about you. go talk to them, do this for me please” he pleaded. do this for me.

those words stung your heart. you couldn’t blame him, he didn’t even know you could hear him. but sometimes you would hear him talk about his dreams that he wanted to achieve, what he wanted to do when he was still here. you felt guilty as if he was also putting the blame on you. you knew he would never blame you for what had happened, but a small doubt did live in your mind. ~ “get ready you’re going out!” jisung screamed through the phone. no matter your efforts to cut off ties, the boys never gave up … surprisingly. “no thanks, my boss wants a lot of paperwork done by monday.” 

“so? it’s friday. you have another two days to complete it. please boo, it’s my birthday today!” jisung whined through the phone. 

“fine.” you reluctantly agreed as you saw seungmin’s figure sitting at your desk swing his legs happily at your answer.

“yay! wear something nice!” he shouted as he hung up the phone. ~ “y/n! come here quick!” jisung gestured you over as he held a drink in his hand. you looked at the people around the table only to find that you only knew felix, hyunjin and jisung. you stared at the three other men confused. 

“okay! this is changbin, minho and chan! now that you know each other let’s drink!” jisung laughed as he downed a shot.

 “hi” you laughed awkwardly and sat yourself next to hyunjin. 

“felix told me you work as a reporter?” the one called changbin asked from your left. you smiled and nodded.

“yeah i usually report social issues. you?”

“oh, i work with children as a psychologist.” you eyes widened, not expecting his answer.

“wait, how do you know jisung?” confusion evident in your eyes that someone like jisung are friends with psychologists. not that jisung was not capable of doing so or anything. 

“i took music production as an elective in uni and met him” changbin laughed, understanding your confusion. 

~

you and changbin watched from the booth as the other boys danced their heart out. as much as  you hated the club, it was the twins birthday party after all. 

“you sure you don’t want to dance?” changbin asked gesturing to felix and jisung whooping while dancing. 

“maybe some other time then”

 “you know, you shouldn’t suppress yourself from happiness you know” changbin muttered from the side. you weren’t sure if you were meant to hear it or not. you turned to him, your eyebrows raised as if questioning his statement. 

“i didn’t mean it in a very harsh way, it’s just – just – occupational habit, that’s all” 

“it’s fine” you waved off. 

“i’m sure the twins and jin would have told you about my … situation. seeing as minho and chan were very careful when talking about jisung finding his true love tonight. but it’s been five years you can talk about it.” 

“well… if it’s really fine, i’d like to help you out. i’ll help you to try to stop you from suppressing your emotions and desires.”

“yeah, i really can’t afford a psychologist right now.” you let out a small laugh, although thankful for his kindness. changbin shook his head instantly.

“i’m not doing it as a psychologist but as a friend.” changbin pouted and gave you puppy dog eyes that made you reluctantly agree.

 “okay it’s settled! now what drink would you like?” changbin asked as he stood up. you kept quiet pondering if you should be drinking. 

 “y/n, you haven’t had the mojito here in so long. wasn’t it your favourite?” you could hear seungmin ask from beside you.

oh right. 

you almost forgot that seungmin has been there beside you this whole time.  

“i’ll get you a mojito then” changbin voiced, breaking your train of thoughts. the look of surprise on your face, made him laugh as he walked away. 

how did he know what’s what you wanted? 

~ 

“where are we going?” as asked changbin as you entered the car. 

“amusement park!” your face felt at the answer.

“oh”

“oh my god changbin no. y/n hasn’t been to an amusement park since i was gone and that’s where i you know – “  

you could hear seungmin question changbin from the backseat, nagging and scolding changbin for making such a decision. 

“take y/n ice skating! they love ice skating”  

“oh how about ice skating?” changbin asked you. 

your eyes widened in disbelief. 

can changbin see seungmin? was that possible? seungmin was not part of your imagination?  or did he find out about your hobbies through jisung?

“oh my god can you actually hear me?” seungmin exclaimed. 

“y/n likes any type of bread and cakes you can find. they really like rice not noodles. when they need cheering up just bring them to a karaoke room to sing their hearts out. y/n hates liars and despises lizards. they suck at cooking and can only make scrambled eggs.” you heard seungmin went off tangent on your likes and dislikes.  

you couldn’t help but let out a sad smile. he still remembered all those things about you.  

~

“that’s not fair!” you whined as you pointed to minho and hyunjin. the 7 of you crowded around your living room.

“stop giving minho money, hyunjin! he’s supposed to be bankrupt by now.” minho stuck out his tongue at you. 

monopoly games with the boys are always … intense. 

they never tried to hide the fact that there were cheating which frustrated you more as you tried to play fairly. 

you rolled the dice and gasp when your thimble landed on minho’s park lane with a hotel.

“i can’t afford to pay that!” you glanced at your money pile. as minho celebrated your loss, changbin piped in.

“i’ll pay for y/n!” you felt your ears heating up at the comment.

“ooooooohhhhhh, what a man!” jisung swooned from the side causing you to roll your eyes. 

“ you can’t do that, it’s against the rules!” hyunjin added. 

“ and since when have you played by the book?” chan laughed from the sofa watching the game. 

hyunjin huffed and pouted causing you and changbin to break out into laughs. 

it’s been about three months since you met the three boys and they have been a handful. changbin kept his promise and helped you out whenever you tried to suppress your emotions and desires and it a weird way it worked.  

~

‘no i need to know’ 

you thought as you paced back and forth in front of changbin’s office door before entering. 

“changbin.” you approached the man sitting at his desk in his office.

“i need to ask you a question. and please answer it truthfully. don’t deflect it and please don’t judge me.” you begged. 

“w-what’s going on?” changbin asked nervously unsure what you were going to ask. 

you pointed to his couch in his office. 

changbin following the direction of your finger. 

“do you see him?”

“what?” 

“what?”

both changbin and seungmin voiced at the same time. your lips quivered as you took in a breath.

“it’s too big of a coincidence that every time he talks about what i like, what i hate, my drink preference, my subway order and to even my dreams. you seem to echo what he says.”  

“y/n –”

“at first i thought jisung had told you everything about me. but there were things that even jisung couldn’t have known. from my first pet to my family?” 

you heard seungmin take in a deep breath. 

“ y-you could see me?” tears collect at your eyes as you heard his broken voice. 

“how did you know about ice skating and how did you know that i couldn’t go to amusement parks anymore, not after the accident.”

“why didn’t you tell me? why didn’t you tell me you could see me?” seungmin screamed out. 

more tears fell from your eyes are you looked at seungmin. 

“i couldn’t. not after what happened. i just couldn’t face you. it was my fault.”

“how was it your fault? it was nobody’s fault! i died due to my own negligence.” 

 you shook your head violently as you sobbed.

“i- if i didn’t force you on that roller coaster ride. n-none of this would have happened” you hiccuped.

“y/n, i didn’t tell you about my heart condition. you’re not to blame. please stop blaming yourself. you’re getting better and happier thanks to changbin hyung. please to this for me” 

 please do this for me 

you cried out and your breath quickened. you fell to your knees as you tried to gasp for air. 

“y/n, listen to me and take deep breaths” changbin held your shoulders.

 “deep breaths, “

“i didn’t know you could see him too, he told me a bit more about you and what happened. i couldn’t tell you because how absurd would that have sounded?”  

you nodded, understanding where changbin was coming from, tears still spilling from your face. 

“seungmin,” you started as you turned towards where you saw him last. only to find that he was gone. 

“seungmin!” you cried out looking for him around the room. 

~

 seungmin.

 the boy you once loved.  

the boy you never saw again. 

it was at that turning point , where you got better exponentially. changbin helped you moved on and sealed the scars that was once left on your heart.  

sometimes you felt like you weren’t ready to find love yet. a part of you still thinking you deserved this punishment, that part of you stopping yourself before your heart could skip a beat. 

 although… your cheeks heating up or your heat beating slightly faster whenever you saw changbin might prove you wrong.  

you deserved to feel loved. 

you deserved to be happy. 

although seungmin was the boy you once loved. 

changbin might just be the boy you love.

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hope you enjoyed this short fic! i wrote it quite quickly so forgive me for any grammar errors whatsoever.

also leave a comment or anon me about what you think of it! your critiques /comments do make my day!

[ozzmodeus-main]

A/N: FIRST OBEY ME FIC and it’s the shy shut in!!! might seem like a weird concept but if uve played any fromsoftware game u might know what emotions beating a boss evokes lmao. I had a full smut planned but I might make that a part two if you guys like it!! It’s been so long since I wrote fluff too so,, yay!! lol

Fluff leading to soft lime

Levi/Fem! Reader

Sweet Victory

Being invited to help Levi beat a boss wasn’t new, but the set up for this one was.

Levi had gotten an infamously hard game a while back, Help! I’ve Been Thrown Into A Lovecraftian Victorian Gothic Nightmare, and talked MC into getting the same game on her console. It became a surprise bond between her and Levi, they talked about the game constantly with each other. She’d gotten good since, working hard on buffing her character up to beat the game. It was a great trade off, the game was hard enough that she had to learn the enemies, but that made it all the more rewarding when she beat a hard boss. They both got the DLC, and over the course of a month, they’d beaten all the bosses and beat the game.

Well, almost all of them.

The one boss they’d both had yet to beat, the final boss of the DLC, who’d been so insanely hard that it took MC off guard her first try, the oh-too-familiar ‘You Died’ screen popping up as the boss still slashed at the dead player only seconds after the cutscene ended. After dedicating a night to it, she gave up, content with the other trophies she’d wracked up.

Levi was... not so well off.

He’d obsessed over forum after forum about the boss; best weapon, best armor, best character stats; everything. Eventually, he’d stumbled onto a post claiming that they’d found an exploit that made it easier to beat the boss.

Only one problem. He needed a second player to beat it. The game had an online mode that put random players together based on character level and place in the game, but there weren’t any players online at the same place.

He’d been so disheartened by it he almost gave up, but then— a sliver of hope! A shining beacon!

“You need my help,” MC said slowly, “To beat the Orphan of Saz?”

“Yes,” Levi pulled out his D. D. D. to show her the post, “As much as it pains me to use an exploit, this is a big deal! If I beat this boss, I’ll have officially one-hundred percented the game, making me the first to do so!”

“And me the second.”

Levi huffed, “Yes, yes.”

She thought for a second, “How’re we gonna do that?”

Levi explained that they could make a whole game night of it— set up a second tv, MC’s console, get a bunch of snacks(straight from Akuzon to make sure Beel had food in the kitchen), and play until the boss was defeated.

And so it was decided.

Immediately after getting home from RAD, MC helped Levi move the system and TV to his room, making a big spot for the both of them in front of the TVs out of blankets and pillows. Levi ordered with same-day-delivery, and set out all the drinks and snacks for the both of them. Once they were settled after dinner, Levi explained the exploit and what weapons would be best.

Individually, they set up the game in online mode, Levi using an in-game item to summon MC’d character to his world once she had all the items she’d need. She did a ‘greet fellow hunter bow’ emoticon to his character. Levi chuckled and bowed back.

“Alright,” he said, suddenly more serious, “Let’s do this.”

———

It took hours to finally beat the boss.

After the first few rounds, they’d memorized his attacks and tells, and got so close to beating him twice.

MC was tired at this point, playing the game so aggressively into the wee hours of the morning, and Levi was furious. He muttered under his breath constantly about ‘stupid boss’ this and ‘normies’ that.

Almost all the snacks and drinks had been devoured, and the mini-pillow fort was a mess from Levi throwing pillows in frustration.

“Levi,” MC whined, “It’s so late—“

“We can’t stop now!” He pleaded, “We were so, so, SO close last time! We can do it, please!”

She mumbled but nodded, “Okay. One last try, alright?”

Levi nodded, “Alright. This time you go in first and I’ll execute the exploit, alright?”

She nodded and waited to get summoned back to his game. Their characters stepped through the fog, and the duo went to work picking at the boss’s health.

Soon, after dodges and parries and healing, Levi landed the last hit that took out the last bit of damage on the boss’s health bar.

“Oh my god— OH MY GOD!”

MC cried out when the boss finally collapsed, a big banner with NIGHTMARE SLAUGHTERED appearing on screen.

She was so full of adrenaline from the win she completely forgot how late it was, “We, we did it! We did it!”

She was excited, happy, relieved, pumped up, a rush of emotions had all hit her at once. She’d turned to Levi, ready to give him a high five, when he’d pulled her into his arms, his lips pressed to hers. She’d squeaked in surprise, and in the movement she’d lost her balance and fell back into the soft blankets.

The kiss broke when she fell, and Levi’s lips latched to her neck. Trailing kisses and nips along her hot skin, he looked for the sensitive parts to leave marks.

“Levi-i-iah,” MC lost her train of thought as he sucked softly at a spot under her ear, small gasps leaving her at the feeling. Her fingers wound themselves into his hair, encouraging his soft nips. “Where, mph, where did this come from?”

“I’m sorry,” Levi muttered against her skin, his hands were on her waist, bunching the fabric between his fingers, “I can’t— I can’t help it. I’m so hyped up, and, and I finally beat that boss,” He’d cut himself off as his fingers wiggled a bit underneath her sleep shirt, hands grasping at her sides and stomach, “Ah, youre... so soft...”

He’d pulled back a little to admire the small start of exposed skin, his eyes flicking everywhere from MC’s bellybutton to where her shorts dipped just low enough that he could see the band of her underwear.

“Please, MC, can I... c-claim my victory prize?”

She felt her face heat at his words and their insinuation, sure they’d hugged and kissed and high-fived but they hadn’t gone this far together before.

And MC would be lying if his eagerness didn’t get her excited too.

“Y-yes,” she realized she’d said it a little loud when his wide eyes met hers, “I-I... yes. Levi, I-I want you too. Please.”

He’d visibly relaxed at her words, nodding slowly and trailing his hands up to her chest.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to thank you for your help, too.”