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posting so much rn bc im losing my grip on reality but i stay sillyyyyy
#i should make a new vent account#how silly can i stay until im not myself anymore#you guys would actually hate me if you knew the real me. youd all refuse to talk to me and youd hate me#i know you would. bc i know the true me and i fuckin hate him.#i keep thinking about killing myself. but i never actually do.#i set deadlines for it. i obsess over it and plan for it. and yet im too scared.#i cut myself again. i swore i wouldnt. not after the last relapse. but im a fucking liar.#i always wanna do it. but i promise people that i wont and so i pretend im above destroying myself til i cant take it anymore#im not ever gonna get out of here anyways. i dont know why i bother trying when i know ill end up dead before 25 either way.#i probably wont ever get to drink.#i wont ever get to move out. i wont get to know what feeling fulfilled and happy feels like#and even now i feel like shit bc im hoping that if i bother to write all this out#maybe someone will take pity on me and ask how im doing.#i should get a diary. or i could suck it up and talk to people like i oh so desperately want to. i wont do either#i hate to write. and i hate to worry people.
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Not a violent dog | Part 3
Pairing: Logan x fem!Reader
Plot: Back in Wade's world Logan meets someone he thought he would never ever see again.
Warnings: slight spoilers for Deadpool 3!!!! mentions of death, angst, cursing, fluff at the end if you squeeze your eyes at the screen, I haven't written in A WHILE so bear with me
A/N: accidentally posted the final part before this đ guys im sorry
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âY/NâŚâ, Logan whispers and his hand moves up, almost as if he wanted to reach you. However, the door quickly shuts, leaving Wade and him alone in the small apartment. Logan lowers his hand before he moves over to the couch. You looked the same as the day he had lost you. The only distinction was in the way you looked at him.
âWell, that couldâve ended worse.â, Wade lets out and stares at the closed door for a few seconds before joining the taller man on the sofa. Who only growls at him in response. âShe couldâve jumped you. And not in the hot way.â, Wade crossed his legs as he leaned back, he eyed how the muscles in Loganâs back became more tight. âAnything would have been better than seeing her walk away, Wade.â, Logan unexpectedly says, voice sad.
Outside while you wander down the streets you run into Vanessa, who quickly stops you by taking hold of your arm: âWhat-?â But you donât have to say a single word for her to know precisely what happened. Apparently, you were the last one to find out about the other Logan. â Oh, sweetheart.â
Wade watches how Logan stands up to grab his jacket:â Where are you going, big boy?â âOn a walk.â, he responds shortly through gritted teeth:â And will you stop calling me that.â With one swift motion he unlocks the front door but stops dead in his tracks when he catches sight of Vanessa, Logan takes a step to the side to let her into the apartment before walking out without looking back.
âVanessa, sweetheart-.â, however before Wade can pull his girl into his arms her flat hand collides with his cheek. âHow could you do that?!â, the brunette woman wanted to sound angry, because she truly was. But her voice came out shaky and pitiful:â Why would you do that to her? You know what sheâs been through with Logan. Donât you think that maybeâŚjust maybe you couldâve talked to her in private instead of confronting her with him like that?!â Wade stares at her while his hand strokes the stinging spot on his cheek before he lets out a sigh.
âI just wanted to help.â, he suddenly whispers and his shoulders drop. Vanessa only shakes her head in disappointment:â You shouldâve thought about it first- hell, you couldâve asked me for advice. But this-?â She scoffs and strolls into the kitchen area to turn on the coffee machine. Wade watches her for a few seconds before he tilts his head in surprise: âHow do you know about that anyway?â
âRan into her.â, she takes a mug out of the cupboard and scrunches her nose when she notices the dirty spots on the inside:â Sheâs a mess.â
She wasnât wrong about it. After years of keeping this act up, playing someone you werenât: someone who didnât care- you had surpassed your breaking point. You never spoke about Logan, yes. But not because you didnât want to you justâŚcouldnât physically bring yourself to it. The memories of what happened were way too unbearable that swallowing your feelings appeared easier and less messy. You didnât want people to think you were vulnerable.
You take a deep breath while sitting down on a bench in Central Park, and you lean back. Itâs a peaceful evening and only the faint sound of laughter from a group of teenagers sitting on a blanket cut through the night. God, how you missed Xavierâs school. But you knew that you had to go. Everything reminded you of him.
âCan I sit?â, someone asks from behind and you clench your jaw. âPlease, donât run.â, his voice was everything you didnât envision him to be, and while you are once again standing on your feet you ultimately sit back down on the bench.
âYeah, okay.â
#angst#logan howlett#logan howlett x you#logan howlett angst#logan howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool#wolverine
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â§.* must love dogs; csc one shot.
â§.* synopsis: after a breakup (three years ago) your friend finally attempts to get you back on the saddle by creating you a dating profile despite your protesting, hooking you up on dates with some of the eligible bachelors of their choice, none of which impressed you. until one day you met the boy with the dog.
part of my seventeen movie series.
paring: seungcheol x reader (y/n uses she/her pronouns.)
genre/s: fluff, strangers2lovers
warning/s: alcohol mentions, swearing, cigarette mentions, swearing, some pg-13 jokes.
word count: 3.7k
note: im notorious atp for not editing, pls. I hope you enjoy my lil must love dogs inspired fic, its one of my fav movies!! xo.
âSo how was bachelor number five?âÂ
With a roll of your eyes, you gazed at your friend Seungkwan resting his feet on top of your shared glass coffee table, ticking the tip of the city guide book and magazines rested on top.Â
âBoring. He was nice or whatever, good looking, but he wouldnât shut up about league of legends and his job. Other than that he asked me no questions about myself or what I do. A failure as most would call it.âÂ
âSo I take it you wouldnât want to go out with him again?âÂ
âGod, whatever gave you that impression? I thought you could tell we were headed for marriage?âÂ
âHey. Iâm doing you a very nice thing, you donât have to be so sarcastic about it.âÂ
âLook, I know. But just because Jun is getting married and I still havenât moved on doesnât mean I need to be dating all of the sudden.âÂ
The boy patted the seat next to him. Scooching over from his spot, making room for you on the couch.Â
â Itâs been nearly three years since you ended it with him. At least fuck someone before you dry up.âÂ
âThatâs fucking gross and what vibrators are for.âÂ
A small scream left your friend's mouth as he covered his ears trying to remove what he had just heard coming out of your mouth.Â
âY/n his wedding is in two months, we need to find someone to bring thatâs not me. You donât want to feel the embarrassment of his pity party and everyone feeling sorry for you.âÂ
âWhy canât you just be my date?âÂ
âToo obvious. Plus your whole family will be there, just do it or you know your parents will be in your case again. This â secret manâ youâve been seeing doesnât exist and I think your Mom is starting to catch on.âÂ
He was right. Your parents come from a high status, as do your ex boyfriends, they were the reason you both had met and became friends in the first place. But, when your relationship ended you lied to them, it was working well until you got a call from your very upset mother telling you Jun showed up to your house with his family and a girl on his arm that wasnât you.Â
âOkay, then why canât I choose my own date?âÂ
âThe men you chose to quote on quote date are literally disturbing, Iâm sorry but itâs the truth. Like that one dude you brought here last time? Whatever the fuck his name was literally was wearing a necklace vial of his own blood and claimed drinking your own urine and reusing water is the only way we can save the planet.âÂ
âOkay, but he was nice.âÂ
âHe literally didnât flush the toilet because he only went number one. Thatâs fucked, no.âÂ
âCan I at least, like at the very least have some approval over the men you match me with then?âÂ
âMaybe.âÂ
â Kwanie, please. Come on, donât make me use the what goes around card, itâs my turnâÂ
âNo, it's absolutely my turn.âÂ
âNot true, you wasted it two months ago when I had to bail you out of that strange house party orgy thing by saying your dog died and coming in crying to a bunch of naked strangers. You owe me.âÂ
âValid.âÂ
âHow did you not realize what that party was anyway?âÂ
âThis is not currently about my life failures, but yours my beautiful friend.âÂ
Laughing at Seungkwan's major mishap, you forgot to greet your dog, Lucky. She was waiting and crying at your feet, finally waking up from her sweet slumber to greet you.Â
âHello my baby, do we have to go outside?âÂ
âShe went for a walk this afternoon, but after her dinner she crashed so she probably wants a walk. I can go if you want to change or shower.âÂ
âNo itâs alright, I can take her, you're already in your pjâs and after my date I need a distress, want anything from the mart?âÂ
âIce cream?âÂ
With a small nod you jumped up, taking the small curly creature in your arms and grabbing her harness before heading back outside into the warm spring air.Â
Ten minutes into your evening stroll, you decided to sit on the green wooden bench overlooking the water, the same bench your grandmother always spoke about when you asked her the same story about how she and your grandfather got engaged. The gold plaque with their names rubbing off sitting behind your back.Â
Suddenly you heard a man yelling from behind you, running through the green grass lit up with fluorescent lights.Â
âHey, Kkuma, no come back.âÂ
A small white dog came up behind Lucky sniffing her and starting to play, you noticed her cute hairclip and ran your hands through her fur.Â
âGod, Iâm sorry. She normally doesnât run off like that.âÂ
âItâs okay my dog lov-âÂ
As you turned around to look into the round eyes of the owner, you were stunned with how beautiful he was.Â
His dark hair pushed under a cap, a white t-shirt too big for his frame sitting beautifully in his toned shoulders, and his red sweatpants matching his shoes.Â
The unfamiliar man was bending down now petting your precious pet and his own at the same time talking to them in sweet baby voices.Â
âThis is Kkuma by the way, and you are?âÂ
âY/NâÂ
âHi y/n, youâre so cute, you and kkuma can be best friends if your mom lets you.â
You let out a roaring laugh realizing he thought you had introduced your pet and not yourself.
âOh sorry, did I say something wrong?â
âNo, no. Itâs just Iâm y/n this is Lucky sorry my fault.âÂ
âOh god, cool. Sorry Lucky, Iâm Seungcheol. You can call me Cheol and this is Kkuma.âÂ
âNice to meet you Cheol and Kkuma.âÂ
âYou too. Look I know I just met you and all, but Iâm new to the area. I was wondering if youâd want to get coffee and let the girls hangout sometime?âÂ
âOh. Yeah, of course. Let me give you my number.âÂ
Seungcheol handed you his cell phone with a new contact page pulled up giving you full reign to type your name and number into his list.Â
Handing the device back to him your fingers touched, creating an electric shock, to not like you to believe in signs, but for some reason it felt like the universe trying to tell you something.Â
âThank you, Iâve actually got to get going, but if you're free tomorrow would you want to grab coffee and hangout at the dog park?âÂ
âYeah, totally. Just text me a time, we can just meet here. What kind of coffee do you drink? Thereâs a good spot by my apartment. I can just pick it up for us.âÂ
âWow, thatâs so nice of you. Just a black americano is cool or a cold brew whichever.â
âNo fun I see.â
âHow would you know that? Just because I donât like sugary drinks doesnât mean I canât have fun.âÂ
âI donât know, we will see.âÂ
âWe will. Iâll catch you tomorrow girls.âÂ
âNice to meet you.âÂ
âYou too!âÂ
Seungcheol left the same way he came running through the grass with Kkuma on his heels, following him all the way back to their home.Â
Strolling back down the pathway back to your apartment, you could help but feel butterflies in your stomach, you knew nothing about the man you just met other than his name and his cute dog, but there was a lot of unknown.Â
Smiling like a Cheshire Cat, you unlocked the front door and watched Lucky sprint back into Seungkwan lounging on the couch, eating for the ice cream you had forgotten.Â
âWhereâs the snacks? Also why are you smiling like an idiot youâre freaking me out.âÂ
âWe met a guy with his dog, a very cute guy might I add, who actually asked for my number and wants to get coffee tomorrow.âÂ
â What the fuck, itâs late tell me he doesnât live in the park?âÂ
âNo he said he just moved to the area, he was clearly not a park dweller he had keys, and smelt amazing actually.â
âSmelling strangers? A new low even for youâ
âOh my god, fuck off.âÂ
Seungkwan pulled his phone out and opened various social media apps preparing himself for best friend stalking duties.Â
âWhatâs his name?â
âSeungcheol, not sure about his last name, but he goes by Cheol and his dog was Kkuma.âÂ
âGreat.. okay, found him I assume?â
âWhat the fuck, how? Let me see.â
âEager arenât we?â
âFuck off?âÂ
Grabbing Seungkwan's phone from his grip, you scroll quickly through the new faces' social media.
âYeah, itâs him.âÂ
âOkay, let me see. Wait, he's actually hot AND seems to have his own business?âÂ
âOh my god.â
âHere, lookâÂ
After the next few hours, you and your friend stumble on into your separate rooms preparing yourself for slumber, which never seems to reach you and before you know it dawn is creeping its way through your curtains, and your backup preparing yourself for a day with you and Lucky's new friends.Â
Something about your energy was excitable and nearing frantic, you could wait to step outside into the fresh air with your pocket sized princess at your side, but it was still early.Â
You had decided on pampering yourself for this morning, finding the need to make yourself up, you spread on your skin care with glee, drew perfect lines of eyeliner and strained your hair, pulling it up into a nice tight ponytail the hair tie matching the taupe tone of your sweat suit perfectly. Before you knew it it was 9:45 a perfect time for you and Lucky to step outside the door.Â
Placing her in her tote bag, you stepped inside of your favorite coffee shop, the light pink walls covered in photos and paintings, the smell of the espresso seemed sweeter.Â
âMorning, y/n you look beautiful today. Would you like the usual?â
âThank you, for me, yes. But can I also get a large americano, just black and he didnât tell me iced or hot, so iced is good I think? Or maybe hot with a cup of ice on the side? If thatâs okay?âÂ
âHe? Did you finally start dating someone?âÂ
âOh no, just a friend of mine. Seungkwan told you shit about me didnât he?âÂ
âYes. Sorry.â Â
âNo worries, can I actually get two of the plain croissants and two of the flower dog cookies too?âÂ
âNo problem, itâll be right out.âÂ
âThank you.âÂ
Taking a seat next to the pick up counter you scrolled through the instagram of the boy youâre meant to be meeting, telling yourself itâs just to remember his face, but really it was to get a peek into what else heâs into or if he was single.Â
âY/NâÂ
âOh shit, sorry. Thank you guys, see you tomorrow.âÂ
Picking up the paper coffee carrier and pastry bag, you waved goodbye to the baristas and briskly walked back to the bench you were at yesterday, your bench, spotting the back of Seungcheolâs head watching the water with his dog.Â
âHey. Sorry Iâm late.âÂ
âOh, no problem. I just got here.âÂ
Placing your items down on the bench, you freed her bag and greeted Kkuma alongside her before taking your seat.Â
âHereâs your coffee, I wasnât sure if you wanted hot or iced so I got you a cup of ice too just in case, a croissant, and a little treat for your girl too.âÂ
âWow thank you so much, hot is fine actually. How are you?âÂ
âGood, nervous. I mean itâs not every day you meet a stranger for coffee.âÂ
Seungcheol laughed, tipping his head back slightly before taking a bite of his pastry.Â
âSorry. I know itâs weird, you just seemed like someone I wanted to get to know, and Kkuma liked you so I figured youâre good people.âÂ
âWell, thank you. You too. Lucky generally does not like men other than my friend Seungkwan, my dad, and my ex-boyfriend so consider yourself special.â
âI do.â
âSo what brought you to this neighborhood? Work, a relationship?â
âNo relationship, but actually my business partner is from here. We decided to open our warehouse and stuff here because itâs much better than doing it in the city. We have a spirit company and weâre planning on opening a brewery and bar, so thatâs why Iâve been working late nights. I guess it served me well, I made a friend on my first day.â
âYouâve only been here for a full day? What the hell? You already know the best spot in town. What kind of stuff do you guys make?â
âBeer and soju mainly, weâve been working on it for five years now and are finally at a spot to open up and start selling it to people, which is cool. But what about you? What do you do?âÂ
âIâm a medical student actually, my parents are both doctors, I used to really want to be one too, but I donât know, I donât really have the same passion for it as I used to.â
âWell what would you do if you had the choice?â
âI always wanted to design stuff for dogs, start a rescue, anything like that. I got so happy seeing Kkuma as an accessory girl.â
âYeah, sheâs very stylish. I think you should go for it, you know? Why waste time becoming something for someone else and risk being unhappy just for their sake?â
âHonestly I wouldnât even know how to start a business on my own, let alone tell my parents.â
âHey, I didnât either and look where itâs gotten me.â
You turned back to the water, staring into the calm blue waters, trying not to go into your own head.Â
âYouâre oddly inspiring, Iâll give you that much.â
âThank you, y/n. Youâre oddly sassy, Iâll give you that.â
âShut up, Iâm not.â
âYou already tried to clock me by saying Iâm no fun because I drink black coffee and you said oddly inspiring like a back handed compliment. You definitely are, but I like it.Â
âGood.â
You had continued your twice weekly hangouts with Kkuma and her dad for two weeks now, getting excited whenever the days roll around to see the two of them again, but you havenât hung out once without them around, which made you wonder if your friendship or crush rather on this boy was only due to your dogs being friends themselves.Â
Seungkwan tried setting you up on more and more dates with more and more duds, he was starting to lose hope himself, knowing that the one person he could set you up with was Seungcheol but he didnât want to overstep.Â
Strolling home from another failed connection, you decide to stop and have a beer before going home to give the dirty details to Seungkwan about who you had just met.Â
Pulling open the tab of one of your drinks from your six pack, you took a deep breath and sat down, feeling your eyes welling up with tears.Â
Another can opened as you went to take the first sip. A hand comes on your shoulders, whispering a boo in your ears.Â
âWhat the fuck!âÂ
Jumping up from your seat the hand on your shoulder belonged to Seungcheol, the look in his eyes went from happy to concerned as he saw the small streaks of tears on your cheeks, you top now dribbled with spots of beer.Â
âIâm so sorry, are you okay?â
âYeah, Iâm good. Want a beer?â
âSure, thanks. Iâm sorry I scared you, I thought you heard me behind you.â
âItâs alright, I was in my own world anyway. You look nice, where are you headed?â
âSoft opening for my bar actually, I texted you, but I figured you didnât respond because you were busy.â
âOh my god, Iâm so sorry, I wouldâve loved to come. I was a bit preoccupied on an awful fucking date.â
âThat bad, huh?â
âWorse.â
âWell the good news is you technically didnât miss it, it doesnât start for another twenty minutes and youâre dressed very nice. It worked out.Â
âFuck I wish I paid more attention, I couldâve got you some flowers or something.â
âNext time. Will your roommate be alright taking care of Lucky?â
âYeah of course, he knew I would be out tonight. Iâll text him just to be sure.â
âCheers to hanging out without our kids?â
âDefinitely.â
With that suddenly your awful night and doubts about your relationship with the raven haired boy went out the window.Â
âShall we?â
âWe shall.âÂ
Seungcheol lent his arm out for you to wrap your own around, and you both stayed out that way for a few moments, before discarding your cans and walking the way to his new venture.Â
âHere it is, you ready?â
âWhen you told me you were opening this up I thought you hadnât even started? But it looks like itâs fully ready.âÂ
âAh, well we had planned to wait a bit, but weâre getting too antsy, so here we are.â
âItâs beautiful, holy shit.âÂ
âThanks, sit here, Iâll be right back.â
You took a seat on the green leather booth, looking around and taking in the ambiance of the custom lighting and ribbon like wallpaper, when a blonde gentleman walked over sitting down across from you.Â
âY/n? Right?â
âYeah, nice to meet youâŚâ
âJeonghan, Iâm Cheolâs business partner.â
âJeonghan, right. Nice to finally meet you, Iâve heard a lot.â
âLikewise, youâre so much prettier than Cheol let on actually.â
âOh?â
Without a chance to interrogate the new face further Seungcheol walked back over to your table, setting down a few bottles of various spirits for you to try, including a couple of cocktails.Â
âHe didnât scare you too much did he?â
âNot at all, he was just telling me actually how much prettier I am than you alluded to.â
âJeonghan, donât do that to her, come on. You know very well I told you she was pretty, I even showed you her instagram, you agreed.â
âI know, I just wanted to make you tell her yourself and my job is done, see you around y/n.â
âNice to meet you.â
As Jeonghan left the table you felt your cheeks growing with heat, unsure if it was the alcohol or the fact that Seungcheols friend made him confess he thought you were good looking.Â
âSorry about him, heâs a menace.â
âNo need to be sorry, I have my own menace at home and I donât mean my dog.â
Seungcheol laughed, pouring you a shot of his very own soju to taste, filling with anticipation hoping you enjoy the drink heâs serving you, looking for your approval became a big part of his mind lately.Â
Lifting your glass up to his and clinking them together, the liquor poured down the back of your throat filling your mouth with sweetness and warmth.Â
âHoly shit.â
âGood holy shit or bad holy shit?â
âNo, very good. Thatâs actually delicious. Itâs so clean and fresh.â
âThat makes me so happy to hear.â
âIâm happy youâre happy.â
âOkay, beer next. This is just a standard sour, some lime and sea salt, sort of beach vibes.âÂ
âSounds amazing, okay.â
Tipping your head back you sipped at the foamy top of the glass, savoring the flavors in your mouth.Â
âI hate you so much.â
âWhat? Why?â
âSeungcheol, you're way too humble when you talk about your business, this shit is amazing. I said I hate you because Iâm going to crave this shit and Iâll have to see you all the time.âÂ
âI thought you liked seeing me all the time?â
âYouâre okay.â
âI have to say itâs cool to be here with you without the dogs, not that they distract too much, but they definitely take away giving you my full attention.â
âI mean how could they not, theyâre cute as fuck,â
âSo are you.â
âWow, two drinks in Cheol and youâre already calling me cute? I wonder what else youâll say the more you drink?"
âTechnically weâre four drinks in, but I guess I remember the time I spent with you more than you do. Did those drinks on the bench mean nothing to you?â
âOh fuck, I did forget. I guess technically Iâm five drinks in then, catch up, bitch.â
You and Seungcheol spent the rest of the night being greeted by his friends, most of them already assuming who you were, letting you know that Seungcheol talks about you more than you realized.Â
Feeling your blood alcohol content rising, you decided to take a step outside and refresh.Â
The bell of the door opened up behind you, putting you face to face with his cherry lips once again, watching them light up a hand rolled cigarette to his lips.Â
âDoing okay?â
âYeah, just wanted to step out for a second. Are you good?â
âVery. Want a cig?â
âNo, Iâm good for now. Ask me again later.âÂ
âSo will there be a later? Youâre not ditching me now?â
âIâd never do that.â
âSo, y/n does this maybe get me a chance to take you on a date? Iâm kind of drunk so Iâm feeling oddly bold.âÂ
âIs this not sort of a date?â
âI was hoping you thought so. Is that a yes?â
âAbsolutely. I thought youâd never ask.â
âBefore we go on our date though, y/n. I have one final question?âÂ
âYes?âÂ
âDo you still think Iâm boring?âÂ
âA little.âÂ
Seungcheol grabbed your waist and spun you around, causing his perfectly rolled tobacco to fall on the sidewalk.Â
Blissfully you were giggling and laughing under the red led lights of his bar.Â
âTake it back.âÂ
âNope.âÂ
âPlease.âÂ
You looked into his puppy dog eyes and did something out of your comfort zone. Wrapped your hands loosely around his neck, placing a deepened kiss onto his lips.Â
His mouth tasted of cigarettes and salt with a hint of vanilla from the lip balm he always had on him.Â
âIs that a good âsorry I called you boringâ kiss?âÂ
âItâll do for now.âÂ
âGood. Theyâll be more where that came from.âÂ
âPromise?âÂ
âPinky promise.âÂ
You and Seungcheol unwrap from each other, finding Jeonghan standing and cheering in the window watching the two of you.Â
âCanât believe I got a hot date and a sister for Kkuma all in one.âÂ
âYou lucky dog.âÂ
#â - duffytalks#seventeen fluff#seventeen scenarios#seventeen headcanons#seventeen x reader#svt reactions#seventeen imagines#svt fic#svt texts#svt imagines#seventeen au#seventeen fic#scoups x reader#scoups x you#scoups x y/n#seungchol x y/n#seungcheol imagines#seungcheol x reader#choi seungcheol x reader#svt fanfic#svt x reader#svt fluff#svt scenarios#svt oneshot#seventeen oneshot#svt series#seventeen series#svt scoups#svt x oc
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âđđđ đ˘đđ,đđđ?â-Y/L
Paring: Sukuna Ryoman x SingleparentReader
Summary: You thought that after your visit with Sukuna who you thought never would see again.He just kept on insisting on you about the deal.
(I completely suck at summary So can you please just read itđđ)
An: I didnât expect that this would be doing well,I just thought that um that I post this and that it and boom đĽ People actually likes this and so here is part two đđŤś.Im completely sorry for how long it took to post this.Also I loved all of your comments in the last one.I HAD TO FUCKING RESEARCH SO MANY MOVIES đ that I personally think Sukuna would be in AND fucking stuff about a retail company that made so much money đ.i literally had a dream about this for the longest and yes there gonna be a part three of this.Im gonna be completely honest I donât think I cooked đ.
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Your body hurts so much,With every tear drop that fall out of your eyes a piece of you dies.The darkness of the blue night does nothing to help you sleep,as the moon light is company with the blue skies,barley shine through your empty bedroom window and yet nothing could make you sleep in these recents nights.
Constantly checking your phone for a certain person to message you back.As you scrolling through your messages. ââââ- {you}-âSukuna please you canât do this to me please,let just talk it out like adults pleaseâ*Delivered two weeks ago*
{you}-Please kuna all Iâm asking is for you to come back with me.Iâll do anything just please. *delierevd two weeks ago*
{you}-âWhat did I do wrong?am I the problem here..please text me back pleaseâ *delivered two week ago*
{you}-âKuna please I need someone to hold on please,I-i miss you pleaseâ *delivered two messages*
{you}- âPlease god please just send me anything,Is it the baby that your afraid to have,Sukuna please if that the case then we can figure out something togetherâ *Delieverd two weeks*
Multiple messages from you.All the having the same meaningless effort to get his attention
{you}-âDid you even love me,was I the wrong one here.Why canât you tell me just one damn thing,Iâll take anything just please,text me whenever you are back from whenever you doing just pleaseâ*delieverd second ago * âââââ
You turn off your phone before you started crying again.You didnât have to know that you looked like a wrecked;puffy red eyes with a mountain of red stripes that stain your cheeks with evidence of you crying.
Silence draped over the room like a velvet curtain, muffling even the faintest whispers.
The silence was deafening, each tear drop echoed like a raindrop in an empty hallway. The moonlight cascaded through the window, illuminating the room with a cold, pale light, casting shadows that danced on the walls like specters.
You clutched your phone tightly, hopelessly scrolling through old messages, searching for a sign of life, a sign of something, anything. But there was nothing.
Each message sent was like a plea into the void, a silent scream that went unanswered.
Curled up in a ball in your bed with no blanket on it because you hadnât found the bother to cover yourself.
In the depths of the nights like this The worst enemy is the silence and yourself,it where you could hear the voices of your thoughts. Make-shifting them into monsters that drain you of any hope that heâll come back and try to save âthis relationshipâ.
âYou were probably the one that deserved it,after all he probably didnât want someone like you.He definitely did out of pityâ
Another
âMaybe if you didnât act like a cringy little lovesick child then youâll get to live your fake loving lives together that you only lived inâ
After another
âHe never once said or tried to prove his âloveâ in this relationship.Hadnt he?and yet your here with his child, who there father whoâll they never be able to have because he rather put himself then you from the beginning.â
After another voices that fills your head like toxic venom,but you canât help but hear it.Particularly being drowned by it.
You acted like you couldnât be able to handle yourself when you could fully do it.But after having your family completely taken away by death you were hopeless about having a place in life.
Without any support or guidance how will the baby bird survive in the world?Well the answer is to fall and embrace the dangers.
In which you did embrace the dangers of what it did to your heart by walking towards the tiger den.Completely swoon by him in every aspect that,in your eyes you âloveâ him.You were so excited to have a child with him to share a future with him.
You knew you could just simply abort the baby and not have to stress about it but you couldnât bring yourself to doing that to the baby.
As weeks passed by;Work suddenly became unbearable to deal with,being constantly yelled at for being late or having a bad presentation to the customers.
You were worried about losing your job due to uncertainty about how long it will take you for securing another one and the need to feed your growing child that lives inside of you.
Sometimes you couldnât even take someone else orders without having the urge to throw up,or randomly get kick of anger or sadness.
Your hormones were acting up due to the stress and depression that you dealing with and could cause something to the baby.Moreover your hormones shouldnât be acting this early on your pregnancy so please take mind of your care said a doctor.
With that being said,you really tried pushing the thought of him aside and should start taking of yourself but how can you when youâre carry his baby.
But you did it,you throw out all his clothes and stuff he left behind and clean up the house slowly but surely you were done.But over time the pregnancy was showing up and you knew that you were going to get fired because they canât have a pregnant worker on there employees.
In which you did,Being called by your boss that youâre fired and you knew that everything is going to become more difficult for you from that point on.But You âmovedâ on and now your ready to move forward with your baby. Present
You woke up an hour earlier than your alarm due to your body unable to rest.And so you decided that it better to go take a shower to refresh your mind.
You swing you feet off the bed, yawning, as you rise to a stand.Your groggy vision clears as you look at the time, seeing you have woken up an hour before your alarm.
Your body feels exhausted, as you were tossed and turned all night long. Deciding a shower would help ease the fatigue, you make your way into the bathroom.
But before that you took a peek inside your daughter room seeing how her pink hair was a completely mess and how you saw a bit of drool that sipped from her mouth.
The sight of your daughterâs messy hair and that little trickle of drool slipping from her mouth brought a warm smile to your face as you watched her sleep. It was adorable.
You always notice the little birthmarks under her eyes bags;there barely noticeable but you couldnât unsee it.(there like Yuji marks) You smile softly as you shut the door quietly.
Now you taking a trip to the bathroom to take a well needed shower.As you turn on the water to be warm as you wait for the cold water to heat up,when ready you jump in it.Letting The warm water drip down your curves and down onto the floor.The warm water washes away all the soreness and sleepiness.You stood there for a couple of minutes recalling yesterday trip.
âUse me thenâ
A flash of frustration creased your brow and sparked in your eye,as you shake his words out your head.Now getting back to finishing your shower by washing your hair and then your body.
Once done you got out of the shower and started drying yourself up with your towel before getting dressed for the day today.
You still had a good amount of time to waste and so you tidy up your room and the living room since it wasnât big like your apartment but it makes up the time before you have to wake up little Nova up.(whoâs is five years old)
So you decided to relax for a bit on one of the chair,and use your phone in the meanwhile and spotted a message from an unknown person.
you press on it;to see a long message. âââââ
{Unknown}-Good evening Ms LN,
Iâd love for you and I to have a chat sometime soon this week about the deal on the matter.If youâre interested please donât hesitate to send back a message or email.Here is the address if youâll like to come in person âxxxxxxxxxxxxxâ
Bye have a wonderful night Lady L.N.
^5,000 dollars send to your bank account^ âââââ
Your eyes brow raised up with question of whoâs this,but continue on reading you already answered that question.Your jaw clenched as your hands ran through your hair as you mutter underneath your breath a couple of curses words.It was as obvious as it sounds.
âUse me thenâ His voice rings again as you shake the thought again.Your lips turned into a straight line,âYea noâyou replied to your mind,as you blocked the number but You were sure that Sukuna made someone else write this to you.
Which only proves how he really did care only about himself.A annoyed sigh left your sigh as you close the app and went to watch about a 10 minute documentary on YouTube about a missing girl tape. (YouTuber :Rotten mango)
Before the alarm rang and making you get up from your chair with a yawn and go to Nova room to wake her up.
Now walking Towards the her room with a more relaxed posture then a few minutes ago.You gently opened the door with it making a low creek sound.You push the light switch making the room alive with the light;making it able to all the little things in her bedroom.
You walked more into the room now getting a clear view of her cute messy sleep posture. You chuckled slightly as you witnessed her uncomfortable facial expression, her small groans, moans, and movements.
Her messy hair all tossed about on the pillow, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth onto the soft pillow, and her body curled up in a small little ball.
She was quite the sight to behold.Your heart felt warm and full just by looking at her like that.
A small smile appeared on your face as you hovered over her and kissed her cheek, causing her to grumble and scrunch her face even more.
âIt monday Nova sweetheart wake up you got school todayâ You said softly as you careless her messy pink hair.
You were always found yourself adoring the color of her hair not just because it looked just like his hair but how it looked majestic.
Even as a child, you found yourself at peace in the presence of your baby daughter. Whenever you shed tears over the struggles of parenting and the challenges of raising her, her tiny pudgy hands would reach out to yours, gently guiding them to rest upon her head.
In those moments the weight of your worries vanished,replaced by confidence to move forward because you had your precious little girl beside you.
Nova little hands rub her eyes to focus on regaining her eyes.You leaned back letting her wake up.
She grumbles as she sit up on the bed Looking half dose off from sleep and half awake.Her mouth opens with a loud yawn making you chuckle.
âB-but itâs soo-another yawn escape from her mouth- early in the morning cant I have more time t-to sleepâ Her voice sounding raspy and sleepy as you ruffle her hair.
âNo cant do Nova or youâll never want to get upâ You said with a calm tone,as a soft sigh come out of your mouth.
âMhm.. ok momâNova says as she stand up from her bed before walking into the bathroom she stretches her body,her pink hair falls down reaching her knees.As she goes off to the bathroom to take a quick bath. You lips form a proud smile from how smart your daughter is,already herself into the shower without your help.
You hear your daughter saying loudly that she already in the shower so you donât have to worry about her not getting ready.You let out a scoff,rolling your eyes at the comment.
âIt mine job to be doing that,troll-you mutter that part-âWell if there anything you need help call me Novaâ You sighed in defeat as you walked towards her closet to grab her uniform and put on her bed to make it easy for her to put her clothes.
A sunny morning that sprinkle its warmth onto a beautiful young girl whoâs pink hair floats heavenly in the air making her look like a beautiful angel.The trees soothing with the breeze of the air and complimented with the sunlight.casting light to those around.
The girl seem running towards him with a radiant laughter that flowed through the air like soft melodies.He didnât even mind the sound or the thought of moving his position,as the girl came closer and closer until he was face to face with her.
The girl who looked up at him,with her neck aching from having to look so high up.He immediately kneeled down towards her height.The young girl smile softly,and his lips turned slightly up in return.
He was about to ask the little girl what is her name,but his throat seem frozen.His crimson eyes widened.As in an instant the surrounding turned into more dark.
The soft wind that gently kiss his skin was now gone and replaced with a heavy and harsh wind that would blow him away from the little girl.But didnât;the sun no longer shined it warmth now hiding it existence in the darkness of the dark clouds.The trees now were holding on their last leafs with how hard the wind were blowing onto them.
âPapaâ
Sukuna immediately looked at her,noticing the change of her features.Her big eyes were looking at him with a serious sadness expression.As he saw her eyes forming a tears that flow down her cheeks.It hurted him to stand face in face and not to do anything.
âWhy d-did you leave me-and m-mama. ..P-pp-papa?â She asked him with a shaky broken voice,as he saw the tears pooled in her eyes before they streamed down like rivers flows.
He looked at her eyes and saw your eyes in her.His heart banged Against his chest like a drum.His heart was heavy with the weight of his past mistakes. His vocal cords turned to stone, rendering him mute in the face of overwhelming emotion.
Then the young girl looked intensely at him with tears that ruined her beautiful bright face.
âW-what .. d-did I do wrongâ She replied,her voice shaking like before.And then her presence changed into something he hadnât seen before.
A young version of him,with streaks of red painful tears falling from his scarlet eyes ,Looking at him with pain,sorrow and loneliness in them.
âW-what . .. did I-i do wrongâ His younger version said with a shaky hiccup.
Sukuna tried to tell him to say something,to speak but nothing came out of his mouth.
His younger version then disappeared into the young girl who now has her eyes widened slightly and her voice turned into more heavy breathing combined with shaky sniffing.
âP-papa. . P-Please d-dd-dont. . Leave m-mmeâ The young said in a broken voice as she steps closer to him and grabbing his wrists.Sukuna didnt even notice how his breathing become so heavy and how loud his heart beat sounded,especially when he could hear it banging in his ears.
He wanted to grab the girl and hugged her,to tell her that he isnât going to leave her alone,to make her smile instead of crying like that.But his voice cut off.
And then the second the girl grab his wrist the scenery of the surrounding changed as well his body position changed,Now He standing up looking forward at a hallway that he knew to well and then he felt someone hands.
â.P-please. .donât L-leave me P-pp-pleaseâ
He knew that voice,Your voice,as clear as he remembered.He winced in regret at hearing you choking on your tears.Then the his body moved on his own,his head turned to see you completely,
Shattered
âPlease . . .S-Sukunaâ a voice so painfully loud in his head,but so low that it could be miss taken as a whisper of the wind.
That was the only thing he heard from before everything went black.
As he gasp for out for air,his body covered in warm sweat,his body now in a sitting position.He heart banging against his chest like a drum,he quickly removed the blanket off his body.Sukuna felt something falling down his cheeks as he rubs his eyes noticing the wetness that come from it.
Tears,his tears.He hadnât had a nightmare in so long that made him cry like that.He felt that his breathing was off,as he could feel the cold air brushing against his warm skin making him shiver.
âIt just a dreamâhe spoke and so he stood up and glanced at the clock that stood there on top of the night stance.
âWhat time is it?âHe asked in his head,as he keeps his breathing steady and his heart beating calm again.
4:30am on the dot,making him Groan and grumble as he walks around his large bedroom to the bathroom,he desperately needed a cold shower to wake up.To make him forgot about his stupid little nightmare.
Now entering the bathroom he turns on the light flashing his eyesight,making him scrunched up his nose and wince at how bright it is. He looks into the mirror showing his body and face.
âW-what . .. did I-i do wrongâ A voiced ringed in his head,as he quickly turned away from the mirror and began to turn on the water.
Now waiting for it to become his prefer temperature,He just sits on the toilet manspread;head being held up by his hand;rubbing his hand against his face.
âIt just a nightmareâ He whispered to himself in agreement as he rans his hands in his striking pink hair.Taking off his clothes and jumping into the shower to be awake from the cold water.
The icy water hits his body,water sliding down his body and onto the floor of the tub.As it drips down from his face;smoothing his muscular fatigue just a bit.
But even that doesnât make the damn dream go away.In fact it just keeps reappearing in his mind.
âPapaâ âPapaâ âPapaâ âP-papaâ
âP-papa. . P-Please d-dd-dont. . Leave m-mmeâ the little girl broken voice comes in his ears.Seeing an image of her crying for him;reaching out for him in sake of his warmth.
His breathe hitches as if it hurted to breath normally. âI-I wonât let you goâ he whispered to himself as if he knew what he saying is true or false or just a saying to him that maybe he just a hopeless as he was.
He didnât know why he wanted to be in the little girl life,maybe because she his child,maybe because he it was his responsibility for making you pregnant with his daughter or,maybe because that it wouldnât be fair to be her father and not care about her as her Stupid Ass father.
Or maybe that he saw himself in her,saw a glimpse of something that he couldnât control,her hating him for the stuff he did.
He knew that deep inside he didnât want her to feel like he abandoned her like how life did to him.
â.P-please. .donât L-leave me P-pp-pleaseâ And then your voice comes in his mind as it comes out like an anchor of his regrets.He was really a piece of of shit.
âPlease . . .â
-S-Sukunaâ
He quickly opened his eyes that he didnât even recall closing them,and decided to put the water into warm temperatures.He didnât need this right now.A part of him says that what he did was for the best and the other part of him that deep inside of him knows that he shouldâve turned around and walked back to you.But he didnât.
He let out a big heavy sigh and remembered that he made his assistant âuraumeâ to write you about the deal.Knowing that you wouldnât accept it but he was willing to try at least.
And so he continued his shower and washed his hair and body,and once he was done he began wrapping a towel around his waist and glancing on the mirror to see how red his skin looked.
âUrgh fuck workâ He reminded himself as he stormed out the bathroom and into his bedroom and started to get changed.
As soon as he was done it was already 5:40am and so he just went to where his garage where his cars are and then went to work early.
Sukuna was an actor and started a side company that was small when he started out,but soon grew into a big company as well as his acting career.
When he made it into his company he just went into his office,and that could be his start of his day.At 6:05am he started working in the morning as he kept his stern demeanor in place.
While you drop off Nova at school you were quick to go to work where it was hell.And so right now youâre on the bus,sitting down with boredom painted on your face,but you kept thinking about the 5,000 dollars in your bank account.It bother you for some reason,like you were happy that you have money in your bank without having to work your ass off.
But the other was like,now it feels like you own him now,and it wasnât your money that you worked hard for;no it was his money that he just flat out gave to you.
As the bus stop at the station that you needed to get out.And so you walked out of the bus station,wincing at the sunlight hitting your eyes,covering your eyes from the sunlight with your hand.
It was probably 8:35am when you started to walked.
People passing and going,some simply walking around with smile on their face,and other people walking to get on time to work like you.
You made it,at your job as a waitress.Moreover you winced from how many people were there,making you slip out a defeated sigh of that. Hearing multiple voices of people chatting about whatever topic and some trying to calm down their crying babies.
As you check in at the register,as the other employees were busy cleaning,taking orders,cooking,etc.As you were quickly ordered to take people orders.
âHere goes a fun day of hell starting right nowâYou spoke to yourself now,putting on your fake smile on.
After a long stressful day of work,your body ache from having to practically running to write orders.You check your phone to see the time is 3:00pm on the dot.You immediately sign off from your shift and onto to getting your stuff and immediately start your walk towards novaâs school.Knowing it was very late to get her up but it is the only way you could make money.
You started to walk quickly towards the bus station,making it swiftly into the bus,and getting a seat.As the bus waits for the other passengers to hop on.After a while the bus start to close the door and finally starts moving.
As the sunlight Glows passing through the windows of the bus,Making the windows hot and warm to touch.As bus passes multiple stations until it was finally your stop,in which you politely Maneuver through the bus towards the exit.You said your thanks to the bus driver and who replied with your welcome.
Now walking towards the school,You really needed a car by now but it doesnât matter asking as youâre able to pay for life essentials.
As you approach the school, you spot Nova making her way towards you, her backpack bouncing with every step. You plaster a smile on your face, hiding the exhaustion you feel from the long day at work.
"Hey, Nova! How was school?" you ask, trying to sound cheerful.
Nova shrugs, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "It was alright, I guess. Math was tough today."
You nod understandingly, trying to appear more interested in what she's telling you. The thought of having to work longer hours now to pay for tutoring services crosses your mind, but you push it away for now.
"That sounds rough," you reply, showing concern. "But I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. You're smart, after all."
Nova looks up at you, a hint of worry in her eyes. "Can we grab a snack before heading home? I'm starving."
You stifle a sigh, knowing that you're also hungry but also tired and just want to get home. "Sure, we can grab something quick. What do you feel like eating?"
You look at Nova and stare in which she quickly answer the question âum ice cream!â Her eyes sprinkles in joy and excitement at the thought of eating ice cream.
You rolled your eyes at her reply,letting out a small chuckle,as you smile at her face.
âSure thing sweet heart,there should be an ice cream shop nearbyâ You explain while ruffling her pink hair.You already are tried out from walking but some more walking wouldnât hurt.Nova will be the death of you some day.
âYAY!!Thank You mama!!âNova yelled happily as she jumps up and down,and then rushes towards you with a big hug making you slightly stubble backwards.
âYep,sheâll definitely be the death of meâYou spoke in you mind as your lips turning up into a big warm smile as you kneel down to hug her back.And giving her a kiss on her forehead.
âYou welcome you little troll,now come on before it gets darkâ you replied to her.
Nova nods as she politely breaks the hug and looking at you with her adorable smile.You return to standing up,as you extend your hand in gesture of wanting to hold her hand in which she complies to it.
As you both walks towards the ice cream shop that was just three blocks from the school.During that time the Brightness from the sun starts to decrease but rather starts to rise it ironic sunset glow.While walking towards the shop,you listen to nova talk about her day.Passing through multiple citizens until you finally made it there.
You look at the door seeing how it written open with a marker.You let out a sigh of relief that it wasnât closed;you could feel nova excitement as she looks intently inside the shop.
Now opening the door of the ice cream,as nova enter through the door it makes a light jingle sound as a signal to the person here.Forthwith you walked shop quickly right behind nova.
You notice how small the shop look but how well care it was;you also notice how it give off a comfy granny vibes,not that you donât like it,it just makes the ice cream shop feel more unique than others.
You saw that there no other customer here,as you see how nova was already at the front desk where the ice cream was displayed,You chuckled when you saw nova expression.
As you glanced at the choices that were being displayed.Then a door opened behind the front desk.
âOh-h hello there,Good afternoon,is there anything youâll like or needâ a voice coming from the back,whoever voice it was gave off a warm and gentle comfort.As You could hear the steps coming closer to you guys.
Before you could even say hello,or opening your mouth,nova began talking.As the stranger was finally infront of you,and it was an elderly woman with her hair having sprinkled of white hair.Having winkles that were visible,She still looked attractive in her age and her eyes definitely showed adventurous and wisdom.
You would estimate that she was in her early 50âs but she looked still in shape
âGoood aftermoon,Me and mamma Are here for some yummy ice cream!Also I could like cookie and cream ice cream pleaseeâNova cheerfully says.
The older woman chuckled at Nova's enthusiasm,finding it endearing,she smiled warmly. "Well, isn't that a delightful choice. Cookies and cream, coming right up."
She turned around and began preparing the ice cream, adding a generous scoop of the sweet treat into a cone.
"And for you, dear?" she asked as she handed the cone of ice cream to Nova, her eyes looking at you and awaiting your response.
You politely shake your head,with a reassuring smile.âNo thank you Iâm alright,how much will the cost be in totalâ your glance at nova who enjoying her treat and return to the elderly women and pulling out your credit card from your bag.
The woman smiled warmly as you declined the ice cream, appreciating your politeness.
âOh,donât worry about the cost,dear. Itâs on the house today.â She waved off your credit card with a gracious gesture.
"Consider it a small token for brightening up my quiet afternoon." She explains with a warm smile on her lips.
Your eyes widen in disbelief,as you let out a heartfelt sigh.As you thanks her for everything as you check what time is it on your phone to see that it 5:30pm,and you eyes widen from how much time has passed.You quickly put back your phone in your cross body bag.
âCome on nova we have to go back home,we donât want the boogie monster to come get us,rightâYou announced to her;nova looks up and quickly walks over towards you with her bowl of ice cream,giggle sip out her mouth finding the thought of boogie monster coming after them.
âThanks you for everything Msâ You spoke to the elderly woman,giving her a reassuring look.
Now walking towards the direction where the school was,and then youâll just have to take an another bus ticket to get home. As you glance that the sky to see how the sky color looks more like it sun setting color.Glowing it orange shines through the building of the city.
You carried nova bookbag so it will be easier for you guys to get into the bus.When you made it there You laughed at nova adorable messy face while getting onto the bus.
The bus was crowded, as usual, the city traffic bringing workers home and students home from school.Nova and you found yourselves crammed in the middle, Nova leaning into you as you stood and held her up to keep her from falling.
The bus moved swiftly with each stop, letting people on or off. Nova watched from the side of the bus as you looked forward, watching the city move by.
As you feel nova head leaning against your shoulder,you glances at her to see her eyes close and her breathing evenly,You smile heart fully.Brushing the streaks of her pink hair that were in her mouth.As you leaned to land another kiss on her forehead.
âI give you the world to live to see you grow up.I promise that Iâll never pick myself first before you,nova Ryoman L/nameâ You whisper to yourself.
As the bus ride continues on,stopping at bus stops.
The bus rides on, stopping and picking up passengers at every stop. The hum of the engine fills the air, and the sun gone and the moon light shines over the city in a brilliant display.
Nova sleeps against you,as you gaze off to the windows of the bus.The bus finally reaches your stop, and you gently scoop up Nova to carry her off the bus.
You carried her and your stuff along with carry her on your back,with her head slumped against your shoulder making quietly snores.You were careful to not get into to any of random danger in you way home.
Moreover you made it home safely,It not the best choice of place to live in but it works.You wake up nova to go take a shower,as you put away your stuff,your back begging to have a break.But you still needed to go make food for nova. Before you get any sleep.
âSir Ryoman!â uraume announced with a professional voice,As they knocks one more time against Sukuna office door.
It was 8:56pm in the evening.People always wonder how they are able to handle working with Sukuna,some admired their dedication and other would just make rumors about them and him.Either the rumors would be how they was making ties with him or how they was just his personal quickie.Which none were true.
As uraume thought of knocking on the door again but was stopped by Sukuna sternly voice saying to come in.
While opening and closing the door,They looked to see how dark the room is and how the only light was the moon light.They could instantly see his red eye, glowing under the light.As well his pink hair.
Uraume flicked the light switch on,Flashing the both of them with the bright white light.As they nonchalantly looked at Sukuna and now walking towards his desk,their shoes clacking off the floor,carrying a small stack of paper on top of them is their iPad,they carry it on the other hand.His silence hung in the air like a suspended breath.
Finally breaking the silence,he begins to talk.âWhat is it now uraumeâ He said, his voice cold and stern. He was clearly uninterested in what uraume had to say.
Uraume clear thereâs throat,brushing their white bob cut hair with there hands.They began to speak with a direct professional voice.
âI have a few documents for you about the recents meetings and there are some paperwork in this pile that are needed to fill outâ they say as they place the pile on his desk and grabbing their iPad and turning it on Before continuing on.
âYou also are scheduled for three interviews and then your schedule to have meeting with your clients and providers.You have a email on from a director who is willing to give you a role for a upcoming movieâ Uraume added off there voice steady and professional,as they turns off their iPad now looking at Sukuna eyes.
Sukuna leaned back in his chair,looking up at the ceiling of his office,a low grumble of irritation.His neck was slightly visible towards uraume,as he run his fingers through his appealing pink hair as it runs along his face and then he return to looking at uraume.His hand pinching the bridge of his nose.
âThanks for the report uraumeâSukuna replied with sarcasm as well with irritation and uninterested into what uraume said.He already knew that he had new business to take care of,so this wasnât any different from the other things.
âIs there anything you want to ask me about the regarding matters?â uraume said with control and professionalism,looking at him with a flat face.
He looks at his desk before looking at uraume face with a stern expression.His red eyes staring into uraume face.
âDid she respond back to the message that I had asked you to send?â He questioned along with his voice coming out harsh and demanding.But behind his facade the uncertainty gnawed at sukuna mind.
Uraume thought of the message he was referring too.They knew Sukuna had developed a strange interest for one particular woman.
But why should they judge him,after all it was a rare moment for him to express his personal interests to anyone else.
"No", Uraume stated in a professional tone, "I haven't received a reply from her yet. However," they added, "if you're looking for more answers, I can keep an eye on the situation and keep you updated."
Sukuna nodded,before adding on.
âAlso Iâll like you to do a investigation on her life I want it to be done by the end of week with a full detail report on the matter,so If I hear as a simple person hearing about this I wont hesitate to chop your head offâ He spoke with seriousness,every word carrying weight and importance.
âYes sirâ uraume nodded as they turns around walking towards the door.Stopping when they heard his voice again. Turning their head back to him.
âAnd send another message for me to her again todayâ He announced without looking at uraume figure,now looking at the paper he had to do.In which they simply nodded and left the room with a sigh as they walks to their own office.
Pondering What all this sudden interest in you;They has never seen him so clearly interested in a woman to actually ask for them to track them down,usually it was rather to get them out his house after every night stand he had.
As they enter their office,now walking to their desk with a heavy sigh,now looking at the time on their watch to see it 10:25pm.It was going to be a long night before they could get any sleep or even go home.
author note: I know I left This on a god damn cliffhanger but this isnât even the original edited version,I HAD to cut out the original by half cuz I think I made it to 10k words and it arenât even doneđ but I fricking hope yâall love this and part three will be out hopefully soon,I have never hated writing the words they/thier/and them đ it so new for me to do.But I already copy and pasted the cut part off and it in own draft so Iâll will be working on it.
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we could call it even ⢠jww
pairing: idol!wonwoo x f!reader, exes au
genre: angst, suggestive intro
synopsis: this is the last youâll be seeing of wonwoo. (inspo from tis the damn season by TS)
warnings: asshole wonwoo, heavy angst, unrequited love
a/n: idk why i felt so angsty today but this is what came out of it! reminder itâs all fiction; enjoy!
âyouâre distracted,â wonwoo grunts out, dark eyes dropping to your face in accusation. how he noticed despite your hips moving in tandem with his, youâre not sure.
âno im not,â you lie, tangling a hand in his short hair. âkeep going.â
wonwoo continues to thrust into you, head hanging down. you gently scratch at his scalp, dragging your hand through his hair down to his neck, and canât help when your mind starts to drift again. this isnât going to last beyond tonight, and then youâll be tossed away, forgotten until another holiday rolls around and he remembers you exist.
âthis isnât working,â he grumbles, hips stopping. your eyes fly up to his face, landing upon an agitated expression adorning his face. you reach out for him, towards his cheek, but he ducks his head out of the way, and you feel your heart shatter into a million pieces. âif you didnt want to have sex tonight, you could have said that.â
âitâs not that, i justâŚâ you trail off and look down at where heâs nestled inside of you. the sight doesnât turn you on as much as youâd like, and obviously wonwoo senses that because he starts pulling out of you, a quiet sigh leaving his lips. âwonwoo, wait!â you reach for him, but he unsheathes himself from you and quickly gets off of your bed, seemingly putting miles of distance between the two of you.
âitâs fine, y/n,â he says in a tone that contradicts his statement, pulling on his boxers and jeans. you start to panic when he grabs his tshirt, and you quickly sit up and cover yourself with your sheets. he canât leave yet, not until you get a chance to say your piece, until you get an answer.
âwonwoo,â you call, voice quiet to hide the anxiety bubbling in your stomach and chest.
âwhat?â his tone makes you cringe and makes you want to crawl under the sheets and hide. you gnaw on your bottom lip and watch as he shrugs on his tshirt, turning his back to you. wonwoo takes a breath and runs his hand through his hair. âwhat, y/n?â his voice is much softer, but the damage is already done.
youâve annoyed him and you know it, but you canât let him leave without having a proper conversation. âare you gonna call?â your voice is hoarse, hardly above a whisper, and you hate how pathetic you sound. and you hate how honest his answer is, after seconds of silence: âi donât know.â not even a maybe.
your heart only crumbles more (if thatâs even possible), and you slump against your pillows. âhow long are we going to do this?â
another sigh leaves his mouth this time, and youâre sure youâve really done him in. âi donât know, y/n. how long do you want to keep doing this?â
âi donât know.â
âwhat do you want from me?â
the problem with the question is that you know exactly what you want and need from him. but he canât give you that, and the both of you know it. itâs why you stick to being his just for a few days out of the year, why you donât ask much of him while heâs around. you take what you can get from him, even if itâs not enough in the grand scheme of things.
you look across the room at him and his face morphs from frustration into pain; pity. âyou know i canât be that for you,â hearing him say it out loud makes it more real, more true, and it makes you feel like falling apart more than you already do. âyou deserve someone better, y/n, someone that can be that and more. but i canât.â
âi know.â
youâve always known it, since you were kids. and you figure thatâs the problem; you and wonwoo dated for a little under two years as teenagers, and then he went off to be an idol, and you went off to college. you tried long distance, but it was short lived, the breakup happening in under two months. the first time you two interacted after that was during the winter holiday break. he called you first, telling you he was in town for awhile, and asked if he could see you. of course you said yes, thinking you two would rekindle the flame of your previous relationship. and it worked out while he was there; you two practically dated again for those few short weeks you two were home for the holidays, but somebody always has to leave first.
it was wonwoo again. you tried to be tough, for him, for you, but it killed you to watch him leave after having those weeks of bliss with each other. you knew it was never going to work out between you two again, never the way it had. and you knew that when he called you a few days after he left, you shouldâve told him that you two were better off as friends. instead, you said nothing of the sort, and when it was your spring break he happened to have time off, and thatâs where this little arrangement started. you stupidly agreed to it, knowing it killed you every time you saw him and knew you couldnât have him the way that you wantedâbut he always got you how he wanted.
âiâm gonna head out,â wonwoo says softly, running a hand through his hair and pushing himself off of the wall. stay, you want to scream, but you know better.
all you can do is sit helplessly on your bed and watch him as he quickly gathers his things and pulls on his jacket. your pulse quickens when he walks over to the bed, stopping short a few inches from you. he hovers and you close your eyes, bracing yourself for something. you expect a kiss on your cheek or forehead, but neither come and he instead plucks his phone from your nightstand. âiâll, uh, see you around,â he says halfheartedly. you almost laugh out loud because you feel like you might cry.
wonwoo walks across the room to your bedroom door. he pulls it open and stops, glancing over in your direction. you meet his gaze with watery eyes, and the look he gives you is confirmation enough that this will be the last time you two will be in the same room for a long time. you know itâll be for the best, but it hurts all the same.
he hangs his head and slips out of your bedroom without another word, quietly shutting your door. you listen as he walks through your apartment, holding your breath until you hear the front door open and close, the finale of the story of you two.
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Hiii saw you had requests open and I wanted to offer some of my Scaramouche brain rot cuz man this guy makes me soft.
Scara being a touch-starved bean that when their s/o first held his face gently he legitimately just sobbed and couldn't stop himself from letting some tears out.
Scara then just not being able to function without their s/o giving him soft kisses on their forehead and being patient and loving towards him and looking like an angry wet cat whenever they are missing or off doing something where he can't follow like he'd like for too long.
Scara grumpily just kinda adopting a pillow of choice as their cuddle buddy for the time apart or if their s/o simply just doesn't live with him (yet). Maybe even stealing a sweatshirt to keep close or wear it if it fits. Just something to be comforted for the time being.
Just Scara getting pampered and loved and him just getting so overwhelmed with happy feels that he doesn't know what to do with himself.
(sorry for the long ask I just really like soft Scara he deserves to be cuddled :') do what you will with the brain rot I just wanted to share, love your work! Please don't overwork yourself! ^^)
THIS IS SO ADORABLE OMG I LITERALLY HAVE NOTHING TO ADD ITS PERFECT đ how do u think like this touch-starved scara is the cutest thing im actually squealing rnnn (sorry for the v late response i got busy ahahah)
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Pairing: Scaramouche x GN!reader
Content: fluff, head cannons, slightly ooc but itâs clingy scara đĽş
The first time you held Scaramouche's face, you thought he hated it. His face contorted beneath your touch, and you retracted your hands - but his face followed them, his cheeks firmly pressing back into your palms.
You'd stare at him curiously as his eyes crinkled shut, mouth falling agape when tears began to slide down his cheeks. Cautiously, youâd thumb them away, feeling the smooth planes of his face crinkle as he squinted at you through his blurred vision. He was definitely embarrassed, but he couldnât refuse your touch - it was a form of affection heâd never gotten to experience, and his sobs were almost ones of relief at finally finding someone whoâd give him the love he craved.
Once he discovered the idea of physical affection, he couldnât go without it. He liked to be touching you at all times, and would not-so-subtly sulk whenever you were too busy to give him those fluttering pecks on his face. Scaramouche would shyly put up a display of nonchalance as he pretended not to care, only finding himself somehow in your lap again. It was endearing, how touch starved he was - always craving your attention.
If you dared to go somewhere without him, heâd practically be pacing around during your absence, worrying and fuming at you for leaving him behind. Once you got back, you couldâve sworn he had his tail between his legs, invisible ears drooping as he reluctantly eased back into your embrace. Donât get him wrong - heâs still mad, but heâs willing to forgive you for a kiss. He wouldnât let you go for the next day at least, so donât think about leaving him alone like that anytime soon!
When you were - much to Scaramoucheâs ire - busy, he sought comfort through ways that didnât involve clinging to you and hence risking you avoiding him for the rest of the day out of irritation. You were so tender and patient towards him, but all people had a limit. Scaramouche would sulk as he wallowed in self pity, holding himself close to one of your pillows. Sometimes, heâd take a nap on it, imagining that you were dreaming together - something about him resting his head where youâd rested yours was inherently comforting to him. If you caught him during those naps, heâd angrily leap up in embarrassment and scurry away. His heart would stutter as he fumbled on the spot when you went to search for him, holding him close again as you whispered reassurances into his ear.
âDonât worry about it, Scara.â
âYouâre laughing at me.â
âNo, Iâm not.â
âYou are!â
That was your cue to peck his lips as he froze up, overwhelmed. The poor thingâs barely come to terms with you being his, and reciprocation of that touch he needed made his whole brain judder to a stop. He was so adorable like this, utterly at a loss for what to do. Slowly, heâd kiss you back, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you close.
Scaramouche would steal any sweaters you made the mistake of leaving unattended - that woolly jumper you left on the couch? Itâs gone the next day, added to your loverâs private collection. Heâd return them after a while if your scent had faded, acting as though he wasnât the culprit behind all your missing items of clothing.
At night, Scaramouche wouldnât be able to sleep without you at his side. Even in the almost unbearable heat of summer, heâd have you entangled in his arms in an unrelenting grip. If you tried to wriggle away, heâd only whine in annoyance and clutch you closer, wriggling to position his face in your neck. Getting up to fetch a glass of water wasnât an option, either - the vice grip he had on your wrist was enough of a warning. Even if you managed to escape that, youâd find him beside you at the kitchen in an instant. Heâd groggily tug at your wrist to lead you back to bed, irritated at the interruption. Why did you need anything else, when you had him? Heâd let out a sleepy huff, settling back down on the mattress with you (rightfully) returned to where you should be - next to him.
Although he might act shrewd, Scaramouche loses all rationality when it comes to you. If youâre not in his arms, youâre on his mind, and he wasnât intending to let you go. Despite this, heâs still so easily flustered - although thankfully, he no longer defaults to crying whenever heâs overwhelmed with happiness. Heâd be willing to begrudgingly share all his vulnerabilities with you, slowly opening up. Donât tease him about it, though - heâs still prone to hissing at you, but he canât really get mad at you.
After all, youâre the only one who can make him feel this loved.
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heart to heart â
steve harrington x fem!reader.
warnings: mention of being drugged, but otherwise pure fluff.
words: 987.
summary: at the starcourt mall bathroom, you and steve have a heart to heart.
request? no
a/n: it wonât let me insert links anymore and iâm very upset about it. but iâm happy to be writing again so i guess i have that going for me! canât wait to produce a bunch of stranger things content.
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you lay on the floor of the bathroom, your back slouched against the wall. your head wasnât spinning as bad so that was good, but now the spiral to sobriety made your mind rush with thoughts. the starcourt mall had harsh lights, and you struggled to stick with any thoughts, overwhelmed by the torture you had barely escaped from. steve harrington was quiet in the stall next to you. a groan emitting from your lips. âare you okay steve?â you find the courage to question. you were nervous to break the silence, but if you had to endure it any longer you would explode. he hesitates, âyeah, i think uh,â he waits, âi think im alright.â you nod, although heâs unable to acknowledge it. âhow about you? are you okay over there?â you stay quiet, unsure how to answer. âhello?â thereâs worry in his voice, and he doesnât wait to slide under the stall door to comfort you.
you grimace at him, âdo you realize how gross the bathroom floor is?â you crack a smile, amused. he shrugs, âafter all that fighting today, i already needed to wash the uniform, what difference will it make?â the two of you break out into laughter, âmaybe itâs not fully out of our system yet.â this makes you laugh even harder. you take a moment to catch your breath. âsteve?â he hums in response, âiâm glad i was with you in the battle against the russians.â he makes eye contact with you, âtrue, iâm pretty badass arenât i?â you bite your lip nervously, âyes but you did deal with alot though.â he looks away, âi just want you to know im here for you. i mean what else can we go through thatâs going to top breaking into a hidden russian lair?â
âi hope nothing⌠but this town is crawling with bad people. you canât ever be safe.â his demeanor hurts, the pitiful comment causes your heart to sting. âyeah thatâs what scares me.â you admit. âweâll get through it together okay? weâre a good team.â you nod at his reassuring words, âletâs just hope it doesnât come to that.â you collect your thoughts, âitâs funny to think that just last week we scooped ice cream for a living, and then we almost died.â steve smirks, âitâs quite the story to tell though.â
âdonât you miss high school? the only worry we had was about homework due dates, and trying not to fall asleep during lectures?â he reminisces, âit was easier, but time moves forward, and you get hardships thrown your way. i donât know where iâll be in a few years.â he continues, âitâs hard to think about the future, when the present is not enjoyable.â âi know, we should be out having fun, not worried about our hometown being invaded.â saying the words made the situation real, and the idea of your future was unimaginable. âdo you still love nancy?â you question. he sighs, âyes, and no.â he thinks about it, you can tell by his face. âi miss what we had, the love was real, but time passed. we both grew into ourselves; thereâs no point in ruining that growth.â his stance caught you by surprise, but you appreciated his honesty. âi had a first love too. it was different; it was a love that consumed me, but i lost who i was in the process. itâs hard to go back to someone when you know it didnât work out for a reason.â he silently agrees, âhave you moved on?â he asks. âyes, and no.â you giggle, âiâve moved on, but sometimes i long for it. it was safe, predictable, but i know in my heart that things will work out for me.â steveâs eyes lock with yours.
you canât read what heâs feeling, youâre filled with nerves. âi like you steve.â his lips curved, âyou do?â you laugh slightly, âof course i do steve. you saved my life today. you make working at scoops ahoy fun. youâre playful, and witty. you treat me with so much kindness. and maybe iâm misreading this thing between us.â you back peddled slightly, worried you might have overstepped. âi like you too, today you brought out a side of me, one i hadnât seen in awhile. you gave me hope, a reason.â you stomach fills with butterflies as his gaze lingers over you. you scooch forward, placing your hand over his. âsteve, i really-.â unfortunately dustin and erica barge into the bathroom, before he rolls his eyes. âokay⌠what the hell?â steve and you glance at each other before returning your eyes to dustin. together you both emit into hysterical laughter at dustinâs comment. âget up we have to go.â he urges you up and rushes you to the door, ericaâs face is stern and her hand is on her hip as she impatiently waited for you two to stand up. the four of you leave the bathroom, determined to escape the mall. you stay back, letting erica and dustin lead the way. you glance over at steve, your hand instinctively reaching for his as the nerves wash over you. he happily holds it, he looks over to you, his teeth bright. âyou make me really happy.â he squeezes your hand. âyou make me really happy too steve.â he chuckles slightly. âmaybe after we escape, i can take you on a date?â a rose tint lifted to your cheeks as shyness crept up. âyes please.â the two of you continue to hold hands as you hurriedly tried to blend in with the crowd of people leaving the theater; however you see men in all black, guarding the exit. dustin tells you guys to abort and to turn around, and you frantically run to the lower level. fear was instilled inside you, however; with steve by your side you felt confident that you would make it to your guys first date.
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yan! catboy! worshipper! levi
desc : you picked up a stray catboy from the alleyway and you find that maybe he has more problems than youâre equipped to deal with.
word count : 812
cws : yandere themes, scenting, jealous levi, dubcon implications, smut implications, murder mentions but itâs levi killing his competition and bringing it back as a gift and to prove heâs better than them, slight delusional thinking, desperate clingy bf behavior but youâre not dating and heâs more of an estranged roommate, MASSIVE personality switch up, ooc levi but i genuinely wanna see this man desperate and begging, implied dissociation, this is kind of bad im ngl.
author note : someone requested this, sorry it took so long to get to it. also, hereâs a little something i had in my drafts while i finish editing this commission.
you remember how pitiful levi had looked in that alleyway â his clothes torn and too big on his seemingly frail body. he was drenched from the rain, the mud that had been caked onto him softening as shivers wracked his body. the bags under his eyes were heavy and dark, and youâd noticed that he was bleeding⌠and badly.
you remember the way his ears perked up, his gaze sharpening as he regarded you with a mixture of apathy and contempt; the way his pupils had narrowed into slits and his tail swished in warning. heâd attacked you that night, the wound on your hip later scarring. the levi from that night was so similar, yet so different from the man in front of you.
you were frozen in place, your eyes darting between levi and the corpse he had haphazardly discarded onto your living room floor. his face was marred with blood, a subtle look in his eyes that screamed pride. it didnât feel real â there was no way this was happening. not to you of all people.
âwhat the fuckââ you gesture to the body, your eyes filling with tears. ââ is this?
âwhatâs wrong? donât you like it?â levi asks, his expression morphing into concern the moment he recognized your appall.
was he serious?
âlevi, you killed someone and brought them back to my apartment!â you exclaim, feeling bile rise in the back of your throat as you tear your gaze away from the corpse. âmy home has become a fucking crime scene!â
leviâs brows furrow, his ears flattening at your words. seeing him clench his fist, you instinctively take a step back â a feeble attempt to put distance between the two of you. he doesnât like that.
levi knows heâd be able to catch you if you decided to run, but he wanted you to stay â willingly. he didnât want to have to force you, knowing that would only put a strain on your relationship. sure, he was biologically much faster than the average human, but he didnât want to have to resort to using his anatomy to his advantage again.
he doesnât regret killing any of them â especially not this one. this man was weaker than all of the others, obviously incapable of taking care of you properly. how was that human boy supposed to provide for you? protect you?
âthat just shows im better for you, doesnât it? if they can be taken out so easily, they couldnât protect you. not like i can.â levi hisses, his features tightening with frustration. âi did you a favor. they wouldâve gotten you hurt.â
his tone takes on a more desperate edge as he scrambles to justify his actions, his hand latching onto your shirt in an attempt to keep you in place.
âwhy are you looking at me like thatâŚ? like iâm some kind of monster? iâm not â i did this for you! for us!â levi shouts.
you canât bring yourself to say anything, your mind spinning as you try to wrap your head around everything. levi had never been like this before; heâd always been distant and put-together, keeping you at an arm's length no matter how hard you tried to grow closer with him.
âsay something⌠please.â the man begs, his arms snaking around your waist as he buries his face in the curve of your throat. levi takes a shaky inhale, your scent doing little to calm his racing heart. usually, it worked like a charm, but the cortisol radiating off of you worried him.
âlet go of me, levi.â you mumble, your shaking fingers pushing at his shoulders. he only sniffles in response, his tail curling around your thigh.
âplease â please donât push me away.â levi pleads, his voice cracking. âiâi need you! iâll die without you! please donât do this to meâŚ!â
âget out.â
leviâs hold on you tightens, his touch slowly becoming painful. despite your squirming and growing fear, levi only pulls you closer, peppering kisses along your throat and shoulders, mumbling apologies and promising to never do it again. yet, despite the ache in your chest, you stand firm in your decision.
âleave.â
leviâs body goes rigid, his fingers gripping your waist harshly as his voice grows quiet. âwe can do this the hard way or the easy way â your choice... but, youâre staying with me whether you want to or not.â
levi takes your silence as an agreement, lapping at and kissing the focal points of your pheromones to mask your scent with his own. ââm gonna make sure everyone knows youâre mine.â he breathes, a quiet groan leaving his lips.
his movements become more frantic, nipping at your skin in between planting open mouthed kisses against any visible flesh. âiâll fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name â until the only scent on you is mine.â
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Save the First Dance (for me)
Kicking off the revised masterlist with this one.
TW: brief mentions of character death but mainly bittersweet fluff.
Nayeon x reader
Synopsis: What else can you do but run to the woman who has been waiting so patiently for you?
You ran towards the gate, barely making it through the nightmare that is airport security.
Passengers on your flight were boarding, and everything up until now had gone wrong.
From sleeping through the alarm to spending at least half an hour looking for the passport you could've sworn you put on the bedside table the night before.
Nevertheless, you boarded the plane and were finally on your way home.
"Come back soon, I miss you."
Your leg bounced rapidly, revealing your restlessness. There was a sense of impending doom settling in your chest, as you realised the plane was over the Atlantic, making your blood run cold.
Even the slightest jolt of turbulence had you gripping the armrest tightly.
You will make it home this time.
You shook out of those thoughts before getting lost within the past.
Maybe stretching your legs would do you some good.
"Excuse me." Your poor seat mate nearly dropped their phone in shock.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Can I get past?"
She stared wide-eyed at you. Unnervingly, you may add.
"I'll take that as a no."
You didn't ask again, but waited until she fell asleep. Carefully, you climbed over her, but you didn't factor in the possibility of your foot getting stuck.
Which, of course, it did.
But you knew no one would be awoken by the commotion of you falling over.
What you didn't realise was that the woman had seen, forcing her to hold in laughter.
-â-
No matter how much you waved, you weren't able to hail any of the taxis.
"Seriously?!" Your patience dwindled as the fifth one sped past.
A cab unexpectedly pulled up, but someone else opened the door.
It was the woman you sat next to on the plane.
She glanced at you, giving a minute signal for you to get in the car.
You realised in your journey that this kind stranger was the only person who looked directly at you.
-x-
You stood in front of her apartment building. You knew the code since you lived together, but you couldn't physically bring yourself to go in.
Later, you thought. She may not even be home.
As you wandered, you saw her again. Seriously, this was the third time in two days you bumped into this woman.
"We meet again..." She glanced around to see if you two were alone.
"Eun Jung."
"Y/n." You extended your hand to shake hers, but knew she couldn't take it.
"Did you find your sweetheart?"
The question took you aback. As you took Eun Jung's lack of response in the cab as a sign, she wasn't listening.
"Not yet."
"I know a lot of people, maybe I can help you find her."
"Considering she's Im Nayeon, I think she's well known around here."
"Im Nay...Hey! You could've mentioned that earlier!
"You didn't respond to anything I said! I took your silence as disinterest and changed the subject."
"Still, you dated the Im Nayeon."
Eun Jung realised who you were and began piecing everything together.
She wanted to help. Even if it was out of pity.
"Come on, I know where she is."
-â-
It turns out that Twice has a performance today.
The two of you stayed far behind the crowd, and seeing her again made you feel so much.
She was smiling but wasn't entirely happy. You noticed the ring on her left hand.
A year later, she still wears it.
It was time to face the truth.
"She - " you glanced at your hands, hands you didn't want to admit were translucent. "She can't see me, can she?"
"No. No one can."
"Except you." She hummed in confirmation.
"Don't ask why because I don't know."
"I guess that explains why you don't respond when others are around. I noticed on the plane and in the car that my reflection wasn't there because I don't exist anymore." Your voice was tinged with resignation as you spoke, the reality setting in for the first time.
You continued watching the group when an idea occurred.
"Let me borrow your body." The poor woman almost choked on air.
Okay, maybe you shouldn't have been so abrupt.
"Eh?!"
"She might be able to see me if I'm in your body."
"Okay, first of all, ew." You rolled your eyes at her. "Secondly, I don't think it's a good idea. What if you get stuck? A lot of things can go wrong, and it might not even be possible."
She was right, but it didn't help in making you feel any less dejected.
Eun Jung began to feel guilty for shooting your idea down, but when she turned to apologise, you had disappeared.
-â-
It didn't take her long to find you again since you ended up sitting opposite the Han River.
You two took in the view of the sunset.
"She's - was my fiancĂŠe. We were supposed to marry last summer, but a month before the wedding I had to go overseas for work. I tried hard to get out of it but couldn't. Thankfully, I managed to wrap things up a week early. I booked an earlier flight to surprise her, but obviously, I never made it back home."
"So that's why you were jittery during the flight."
"Yes."
"You're here now though, and we keep meeting; that has to mean something. We need to see Nayeon."
"It's pointless if she can't see or hear me."
"Trust me, you're destined to see each other once more."
"Just like how I was destined to die and never marry her?"
"Y/n. I'll get you two closure, even if it's the last thing I do. Now come on."
-â-
Ghosts are useful in getting into places you shouldn't be. I'll remember that. Eun Jung thought as the both of you stood in front of Nayeon's apartment.
You were definitely trespassing, but that was the least of your worries.
Nayeon answered the door, and all you wanted was to hold her.
"Hello ma'am, I'm Eun Jung. You're probably wondering why I'm bothering you at this hour. I knew y/n, and I'd like to offer my condolences.
Nayeon was initially sceptical, but when she mentioned you, she beckoned her inside.
The other members were there too, and she had to resist asking for an autograph. It was amusing to see your new friend starstruck.
At first, Nayeon was eager to talk about you, but something was off. There were too many inconsistencies, and she knew what it looked like when a person was being coached. It made her suspicious about the stranger in her home.
As politely as she could, she tried to usher Eun Jung out, making her resort to plan B.
"Y/n is here! She's been here the whole time."
Will the pain of hearing your name ever fade? Nayeon asked herself.
"Is that supposed to be funny?" She didn't have time for cruel jokes.
"Please, you have to believe me. I'm aware I sound crazy, but I wouldnât be here if I wasn't trying to help y/n."
The other members stepped in, getting ready to call the police.
Eun Jung was getting desperate. She tried to wrack her brain for a solution, but only one came to mind.
"Ugh fine! You can do it." But she wasn't talking to them.
"What?" You asked.
"Your brilliant idea from earlier."
"Really?"
"Yes! Now hurry before I change my mind, especially with the looks they're throwing at me."
Each of them were becoming confused and almost frightened at Eun Jung talking to herself.
"Thank you. I owe you one."
"Yeah, you do."
Your spirit merged with Eun Jung, setting off a cast of light. It felt weird to be back in a body.
Even if it wasn't your own.
You admired it, flexing your hands and fingers, reminding yourself how it felt to be human again.
Nayeon felt her legs give out. Fortunately, the members supported her. They looked to you in disbelief.
"Nayeon." The sound of your voice made her shiver.
"Y/n."
Cautiously, she approached you, and with the gentleness she yearned for terribly, you cupped her cheeks.
The world faded away when you leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed back softly but with so much passion.
You kissed through each other's tears, and you kissed over and over until your lungs were begging for air.
She hugged you when you finally broke apart.
"I missed you so much." If it was possible, she clung to you tighter.
"And I you, my love." You pulled back to run your thumb across her cheek. "I couldn't leave when I owe you a dance."
"Hold that thought."
She ran to the bedroom with the members, re-emerging a few minutes later in a wedding dress.
"You never got to see me wearing this until now." You broke down at that. You were robbed of the chance to see her walk down the aisle.
The heartbreak resonated with the members as they too began crying.
With her hand in yours, you danced together. Even if it was temporary, you let yourselves imagine it was your wedding day.
Music filled the apartment, the very song that would've played for your first dance as wives.
But like every fleeting yet perfect fantasy, it had to come to an end.
You began shining, which meant you found your closure.
It was time for your soul to be fully put to rest.
"My love -" Nayeon began sobbing again, clutching you tightly.
"No. Don't go, please stay. I can't lose you again."
You kissed the top of her head in an attempt to comfort her.
"I can't stay like this forever. That would be unfair to Eun Jung."
You separated from your friend, leaving her disorientated. Being a ghost's host body was exhausting.
Your spirit emitted so much light. Everyone could see you now, even without Eun Jung.
How cruel it is, Nayeon wondered. That she got to your experience, your touch, only for it to be ripped away from her a second time.
"It's okay, Nayeon. You don't have to feel guilty about moving on. Promise me you won't be afraid to find happiness."
"I promise." You couldn't wipe away her tears this time. "I love you."
"I love you too."
With one more look and smile at your friends and the love of your life, you faded away.
Nayeon's eyes shut as you disappeared, but she drew strength from the ones who held and stood by her through this.
She would not break her final promise to you.
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a/n: about fucking time lol im so exhausted. hope yall enjoy <3
Warnings: Contains cursing
AU Inspo: Soulmates can hear each other listening to music. The further the distance, the softer the music. The closer, the louder until they find each other.
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âSoulmates are essential to survive. There is nothing like the sensation of meeting each other for the first time, and subsequently knowing that youâre fated to be with each other forever. Through thick and thin, they'll always have your back.â
You snort. Miss Grenadine lifts her brow into a delicate arch, her unamused expression remaining the same as you cover your mouth, trying to fake a cough. âIs there something youâd like to share with the class on your last day?â
People around you start to snigger, and you can feel the glances poking your skin like tiny mosquitoes buzzing all over. âNot really.â
âNo, no. Please, enlighten me as to what exactly you find so amusing about soulmates.â
âMaybe itâs because she hasnât found hers yet?â Another classmate suggests. You turn around to see Henry smirking, high-fiving the rest of his friends whoâre evidently entertained by his jab.
You roll your eyes, letting a huff slip past your lips. âAnd you keep arguing with yours, no wonder Iâm not jealous that I donât have one yet.â His friends suck in a sharp breath between their teeth in a hiss, glancing warily between you both.Â
âThank you for your input, Henry. But I asked your classmate, not you.â Heâs silenced from uttering another word under Ms Grenalineâs sharp gaze, wilting into his seat with a muttered retort under his breath.Â
You turn your attention back to your teacher whoâs waiting patiently, hands folded over her stomach in a motherly manner. But you know better. This is fake sympathy, flaky pity in her eyes as she thinks to herself how unlucky you are for not having yet met your soulmate.Â
You get it. Youâre an anomaly. Itâs ânot normalâ for people to not yet meet their soulmates by the time theyâre 18. One way or another, the universe always finds a way to pull two people together by the age of 16. Yet, youâre the exception.Â
âI just think the whole music thing is annoying. I mean, do you all not get annoyed? What if you hate metal, but they love it? Even then, itâs just insane how much our lives border on needing someone. Why not just travel alone? Enjoy life?â You lean back in your seat, crossing your arms defiantly as Ms Grenalineâs eyes widen with every word.
You watch her take a moment to compose herself, plastering a smile on her face as she comes up with the right words to say. Honestly, you couldnât care less what she wanted to say to you; itâs your last day here anyway.Â
âWell,â She pauses, clearly struggling on how to phrase her words in a way that wouldnât get you to retort once again, âItâsâŚa very difficult process to describe in words. I understand where youâre coming from with the music aspect, but over time just like how one day you can wake up and decide that you like the colour purple, youâll experience something similar.â
âYouâre right.â You nod. Sheâs momentarily taken aback by your agreeable response, only to frown when you continue speaking. âIt is a difficult process to put in words. And you know what? Maybe not everyone needs a soulmate.â You flash her a toothy smile just as the bell rings, grabbing your bag and starting for the door. âBeen good, Ms G.â
You donât turn to see her reaction, focused on getting to the diner on Sixth Street where youâd promised to meet up for one last meal with your friends before you moved to Ninjago City. Putting the earbuds into your ears makes you wince, shaking your head slightly as the familiar yet nauseating sound of jazz plays faintly in the back of your mind.Â
Stupid jazz, stupid music, stupid soulmate.
Right. Your soulmate. You still havenât told anyone this, but a few months ago, you began to hear the faint sounds of smooth jazz play now and then in your head. You thought you were just going crazy at first, but upon further observation, you concluded that there could only be one cause: Your soulmate was nearby.Â
But for some annoying reason, your soulmate loves jazz with a passion. it was always either that or soft rock. Plus, theyâre always annoyingly far enough to not have it impounded into your head, but still close enough to have it constantly on repeat in your head.Â
The day it first started, you had just finished watching a horror movie and were about to go to bed. However, your soulmate had decided that 5 AM was the perfect time to start listening to soft rock. The sharp twangs of an electric guitar and the steady beats of the drums were enough to keep you up instead of getting your beauty sleep.Â
lil binder [ 02:00 PM ]: u otw yet?Â
You grin at the message on your screen, typing out a reply to your friend, Melody, as pop music blasts away through your earbuds and effectively drowning out the beginnings of a saxophone.
smartie pebble [ 02:00 PM ]: yea be there in 7
Melody was just one of many of your friends. She had found her soulmate at the tender age of 15, accidentally spilling ice cream on him because she had been too distracted talking to you. Having bore witness to the entire âlove-at-first-sightâ moment between them, you scooched away as she proceeded to forget about your entire existence in the next hour.
However, now Luke and her were inseparable, and wherever she was, he was bound to be there too. Luckily though, you had bonded with him over your mutual love of cooking, with Melody constantly being on the receiving end of many of your competitive inventions.Â
âYo, itâs the one and only rockstar of our generation!â Luke crows as you enter the diner, and you instinctively stick up your middle finger at him. He grins, slinging an arm over your shoulder as you set down your bag in the booth seats.Â
âAbout time you got here.â Brendan greets, subtly nudging Nico who glances up from his game for a moment to say a quick âhiâ. The former is in his uniform as usual, while Nico decided to change out of his, relaxed vest and tapered pants his go-to outfit.
âYouâll never guess what happened today.â Nico arches an eyebrow, though his gaze is focused solely on the rhythm game on his screen.
âLet me guess, you got into another argument about soulmates again.â You look up to see Melody arrive at the table with a large tray of food, tucking away the strings of the apron around her waist. âWhen will you learn that itâs inevitable?â She sighs, pinching the skin between her eyes and shaking her head in disapproval.Â
âMaybe itâs because sheâs around us too much,â Luke pouts, snaking his arm around her waist. She grins, ruffling the top of his head.Â
âPlease, for the love of the First Spinjitzu Master, make it stop,â You groan, pretending to gag and narrowly dodging the packet of chilli she throws in your direction. Picking it up, you tear it open and squeeze out the sauce, dipping the fries into it and eating them with relish.
âSo, whatâd Ms Grenaline say this time?â Luke focuses his attention on you, letting go of Melody who slides into the seat next to him. Nico steals a fry, munching away even though his meal is right in front of him. He even put away his phone, eagerly waiting to hear what new fight youâd gotten into today.
âShe just said some shit about soulmates being essential to survive. Yâknow, the usual mumbo jumbo.â You shrug, unwrapping the double cheeseburger and taking a bite.Â
âSounds about right to me.â Melody raises her hands in surrender once you glare at her. âBut hey, who am I to judge? Definitely not because I have a soulmate, and definitely not because heâs right next to me.â
âYouâre so right.â She rolls her eyes at your automatic reply, barely audible through the massive chunk of pickle in your mouth.Â
âI know your familyâs kinda complicated, but it doesnât have to affect your outlook on soulmates forever. Besides, arenât you moving to the city for your stepmom? Thatâs kinda progress.â Brenden volunteers his opinion, sipping away at his diet coke. âDonât you glare at me young lady, you know perfectly well why youâre going. You like her.âÂ
âAs if,â you scoff, forcing down the last bite of lettuce and crumpling the empty wrapper. Melody doesnât blink an eye at how fast youâve consumed the burger, already having seen it for at least 6 years.
âShe got you the signed copy of Black Beauty, remember?â Nico says quietly, tilting his head. âAnd besides, you havenât fought with her in a long while.âÂ
You bite back a retort, hating how right he is. Itâs been at least three months since youâd gotten in a fight with your stepmother - the longest duration so far. âLook, she can try to bribe me all she wants, but Iâm going to quickly get through school and move out so I can travel away from her.â
âMmhm. Youâd have a good chance, considering that you got into Business Relations at Ninjago University, soâŚâ Your friends go quiet at the mention, as if just realising that youâre leaving tomorrow morning.
âIâll be back for summer vacation anyway,â you casually state, finishing off the fries with a satisfied grin. âWith autographs from those ninjas youâre always raving about.â
âYou promise? Iâll cut off your pinkie finger if it doesnât come true. You know a pinky promise is legally binding.â Melody warns.Â
âI donât know how you put up with her.â Luke shrugs as you turn to him, amusement in his eyes as he glances at Melody whoâs still glaring at you.Â
âRiver time?â Brenden suggests, trying to lighten the mood. Melody nods, turning to face the kitchen staff behind the counter a short distance away.Â
âHilda, Iâm heading out!â She calls out, untying the apron and draping it on the seat as everyone leaves the booth.Â
âFuck off!â
âWill do!â Melody grins slyly, gesturing to the exit. âLetâs bounce before she realises I didnât clear the tables.â
âLove you too Hilda!â You shout back to the grumpy old lady with a fond smile, waving goodbye as you leave.Â
âRiver time! River time! River time!â You join in on their chanting, laughing without a care in the world - and ignoring the faint sounds of guitars and saxophones playing in the back of your mind.
â â â â âÂ
The truth of the matter is, picnics by the river are among the top few activities youâd willingly leave the house for. After having a few drinks and getting up to a couple of shenanigans, your friends dropped you off at your place with tearful goodbyes.
Nico had refused to let go of your arm, citing âwho would I hug when youâre gone?â as the reason why. He had let go after you promised to hug him all he wanted when you came back. It was also then that you vowed to never let him drink again.
After showering and emerging from the steam with a clearer (and significantly less tipsy) mind, you make your way to the comfort of your futon, avoiding stubbing your toe on the luggage near the door. The moving company had already taken most of your stuff, and all that you have to your name now is a singular suitcase, a sling bag, and your futon.Â
You wriggle under the blanket, staring up at the ceiling and feeling the tiredness finally hit you with full force as your eyelids slowly close. The warmth draws you to sleep, dreams calling your name and reckoning for you to come into their embrace.Â
Unfortunately, your soulmate doesnât like to sleep at 1 AM. Soft rock starts playing, and you press your face against the pillow to muffle your annoyed groan. You press the pillow on top of your face, wishing desperately for the music to stop, though you know itâd do nothing to help. Forcing your eyes shut and thinking of anything else to drown out the noise is the go-to method for you, and hopefully, itâll work this time as well.
Stupid jazz, stupid music.Â
Stupid soulmate.
â â â â âÂ
A quick Google search in the morning while you brush your teeth reveals a plethora of cafes in Ninjago City, all ready for you to explore. Accidentally clicking on a notification, however, brings you to a separate page where the headline of a news article practically screams at you.
âFamous Author to make an appearance at Ninjago Museum Fundraiser! All proceeds from the auction are to be donated to preserve local history.
The bestselling author who goes by her pen name of Hanla will be making an appearance at the Ninjago Museumâs Fundraiser occurring next week. Locally curated pieces of artwork and a book of poems written by Hamla herself will be auctioned off. Hamla has also stated that 100% of all proceeds made in her name will be going toward the local conservation of Ninjagoâs history. For all fans of her works - You, Me, and the Beat, Beauty and her Phone, and critically acclaimed bestseller Honey, Where Are My Pants?, be sure to stop by for an autographing session that Hamla will be attending! Our local heroes - the Ninja, will also be attending the session, so make sure to get your photos taken with them!â
 âAre you ready yet? We gotta leave in an hour, Munchkin.â Your father calls out from downstairs. You pause to spit out the toothpaste in your mouth, gargling the residue and letting the menthol sting your lips after rinsing.Â
âYeah, just gotta shower and Iâm good to go.â You reply loudly, turning your attention back to the mirror. A round, puffy face stares back at you, eyebags apparent after only managing to fall asleep at two in the morning.
You really should stop drinking so late at night. Luckily, a shower helps to reduce the puffiness in your face, and you step out of your room looking somewhat presentable in a lavender hoodie and shorts.Â
The gentle sunlight shining through the bare windows breathed life into the room and the curtains that once decorated the small window seat. Where your bed once sat was empty with the polished mahogany wood underneath.Â
Endless nights of laying in your plush bed with your bedside lamp's dim yet warm glow seemed so distant in your memories. Your hand lingers on the doorknob, mumbling a soft goodbye before shutting the door and heading downstairs to where your father is waiting.
âShall we?â He grins, placing the last of your luggage in the car boot. He closes it, offering a hand to you. You take it, allowing him to guide you to the front seat where the radio is already playing your favourite pop songs.Â
As he starts to drive, youâre momentarily distracted with taking the perfect picture for your Instagram story, singing along with your tone-deaf father whoâs belting out ABBA as he drives past the massive signboard signalling goodbye. You watch it pass, fields and clouds dotting the sky moving by steadily.
Itâd be a lie to say you wouldnât miss home. But this is a chance at a new beginning - maybe one that could change your life for the better. As faint jazz starts up in the back of your mind, you smile softly. Not even that could dampen your mood.
â â â â âÂ
You stir, eyes fluttering open at the annoying sound of drilling and construction. You blink a few times, sitting up from where you had slumped against the window while you slept. Your vision clears, and you move your hands away to see bright lights and skyscrapers galore around you.Â
You're here.Â
Ninjago City is filled to the brim with people and endless traffic. Your dad scowls at the long line of cars in front of him, glaring at the red light that seems to take forever to turn green. You fiddle with the games on your phone, focusing intently on beating the next level of Candy Crush.Â
You mumble a cuss when 'Game Over' appears on the colourful screen, and he immediately turns with a suspicious gaze. You smile nervously, trying to play it off as though you hadn't said anything.Â
Luckily, he turns back around, choosing to let it pass.Â
You stare out the window, watching the shops pass by in a blur until you spot one that catches your eye. âDad, could you drop me off here?â He doesn't question your sudden request, making a turn and parking next to the sidewalk.Â
You open the car door and exit, looking up at the sign on the storefront.Â
'Ninjago Doomsday Comix'
âEmilyâs already making dinner, so just meet us back at the new apartment.â He texts you the new address quickly, eyeing you suspiciously. âBe nice.â He warns, satisfied with the small nod you give in reply.Â
âYeah, just gonna take a look around the place, y'know, before I get lost tomorrow.â You joke. You adjust the straps of your small bag before settling it in a comfortable position on your back.Â
âSee you later then, munchkin. Call us if anything happens. Should be safe since those ninjas are around.â
Before you can question what he means, he drives off with all the rest of your luggage. You were lucky that your dad had visited the city multiple times on business trips and that he was primarily a hands-off parent.
âRight. Ninjas.â You mumble with a shake of your head, striding off toward the comic book store. The door swings open easily, a jingle catching you off guard. A man at the cashier counter greets you with a friendly grin that eases your nerves, and you walk up to him.Â
âHi, do you know where to find Starfarer comics?â
âWell, right here, of course!â You cringe at his response, realising how poorly worded your question was. It elicits a chuckle from the man in front of you.Â
âJust kidding. I'm Rufus, Rufus McAllister, or you can call me Mother Doomsday. You're a new face around these parts. What's your name?â
âI just moved here, so maybe that's why." You reply, clutching the straps of your bag with a small smile at the friendly man and throwing in your name as well as an afterthought.
âWell, welcome to Ninjago City! I hope the city treats you well. We got the ninja protecting us, so that's added security too.â
âRight,â You smile emotionlessly at him. Is everyone here such big fans of the Ninja? Sure, Melodyâs a fan, but not as much as bringing them up every chance she got. âGood to know.âÂ
Rufus pauses with his lips parted, seemingly processing your words. A relaxed grin slowly forms on his lips. He glances towards a specific aisle, seemingly contemplating.Â
âIt should be fine thenâŚ.â He mumbles. You're just lost in where this conversation had ended up.Â
âAisle Eight is where we keep the best-stocked Starfarer comics.â He gestures to the area he had been staring at earlier. You thank him with a brief nod, walking over.Â
The aisle is relatively empty, save for two other people. A blonde guy in a green hoodie is flipping through the latest issue of Starfarer with keen interest, engrossed in the colourful pages.
Next to him is another boy with slightly wavy and choppy black hair, the smooth and silky strands making you both envious and curious about his hair care routine. In contrast to his friend(you assumed), he regards you with a suspicious gaze.Â
Oh no. Heâs hot.
You find it odd, feeling mildly unsettled by the intense stare he gives you. It wasn't a good one; more on the wary side than interested. You brush it off, ignoring the pair and scouring the shelves for issue number three.
You finally find the comic you're looking for, but it's directly opposite the pair.Â
After all, what would you be if not cursed with horrid coincidence?
You practically tiptoe over, clearing your throat slightly as you grab the comic book and start reading. Green Hoodie(Greenie, you decide to nickname) looks up in surprise, only now noticing your presence. Mr. Grumpy Pants(The nickname suits him perfectly), on the other hand, doesn't bother hiding the grimace on his lips at your presence, looking away.
You stiffen, eyes shifting into a glare.
Rude.
Greenie hits his friend's shoulder in a light punch, looking at you with an expression of apology. âShe should be fine. Rufus wouldn't send anyone over here without vetting them first.â Greenie whispers to Mr. Grumpy Pants, referring to his earlier behaviour.
âYeah, but what if they'reâŚyou know? I don't want another repeat of what happened with Jay.â
Oh. Oh. I see now.
You almost drop the comic book in your hands, caught off guard by how attractive Mr Grumpy Pants' voice is. You tense, now more aware of their presence. Even though you don't want to eavesdrop, you can't help how your ears practically perk up, hoping to hear more of the deep voice from earlier.Â
Plus, they weren't doing a very good job of keeping their conversation a secret.
âI trust Rufus. He's a good friend.âÂ
â...Maybe.â
âIs thatâŚ? OMG! It's them!!â
You're interrupted from blankly staring at the same page for the past ten minutes, having focused on the conversation behind you, though the pair had stopped talking a while ago. You look up at the store's glass windows, startled by the sudden sight of a group of girls pressed against the glass, staring intently at the two boys behind you.Â
âFuck.â You watch all the colour drain from Greenie's face while Mr Grumpy Pants smacks his palm against his face, sliding it down and sighing heavily with an utterly defeated expression.Â
"Not againâŚ" You hear him mutter. âAnd watch your language,â He adds, elbowing Greenie who just sticks out his tongue. The girls grab their phones, snapping photos of them. You realise that you're probably in them, too, considering the lack of distance between you both.Â
"Girls, there's the door!!" The tallest and most commandeering of the group holds open the entrance to the comic book store, and they swarm towards it.
"Cole, run!!!" Greenie yells, taking off to the back door that Rufus quickly ushers them both through. You grab the issue of Starfarer that Greenie dropped on the floor in his hasty exit, watching the fabric of Cole's shirt almost get stuck in the doorway.
At least now you know his name.Â
You place both the comics back on the shelf, leaving with a quick wave to Rufus, who nods goodbye. You pull out your phone, look up directions to the apartment and slowly make your way there. You grab your earbuds, put them both in your ears and start your playlist from the beginning.
You're next to an alleyway, just steps away from a ramen store, when your arm is grabbed and pulled into an alleyway next to you. A yelp rips free from your chest, losing your balance and almost falling.Â
A strong and warm arm holds yours firmly, pressing you against the cold brick wall. Your eyes automatically squeeze shut when your back hits the wall with a grunt, opening your eyes to see Mr. Grumpy Pants from earlier.Â
What the everloving fuck-
His hand is pressed firmly against your mouth, and your hands curl into fists, summoning all the strength in your body to land a solid punch on his chest. He yelps, pressing his lips tightly together to silence himself. He glares at you, and you return it just as angrily. Your fingers close into fists, readying yourself for another punch, aiming for his jaw next.
He shushes you, and you only just notice his pinched brows and the shine of sweat on his forehead. He had tugged you behind a wall that separated into a small alcove, out of sight from the sidewalk you were on earlier.
"Turn that nauseating song off." Cole winces, muttering through clenched teeth. Your hands slow to a stop, confused by his words. He grabs your phone out of your hands, pressing pause on your beloved playlist before you can protest.
Your eyes widen in shock, staring up at his stupidly handsome face. His dark brown eyes are filled with the fear of being caught, and you catch yourself admiring the shaggy black hair that frames his face in the most annoyingly perfect manner.
Your mind races with incoherent thoughts, but one sticks out like a sore thumb.
Your soulmate's a celebrity?Â
For a celebrity, his music taste sucks ass.
"Am I getting kidnapped right now?" You voice out the most pressing concern on your mind, though it comes out muffled. He turns back to face you with an incredulous expression.
"You don't know who I am?" His voice is hushed, waiting for the horde of fangirls to run past your hiding spot. Your eyes narrow, pushing his hand off of where it's placed on your shoulders. You try to ignore the tingle his touch leaves behind that spreads to your hands and how his choppy bangs somehow manage to fall over his eyes in a somewhat attractive manner when he turns to face you.Â
"In the past twenty minutes, you've glared at me, been rude, and practically held me hostage," You snap at him, irritated by the lack of common human decency he seems to display. "And what do you mean nauseating? If anything, you're the one giving me headaches with that god-awful noise you call music that you play daily! I mean, who wakes up at 4 AM?? Only a psychopath, apparently."
You finish your mini rant, having reached the end of your already thinning patience with the boy in front of you. You pant slightly, trying your best to reign in your temper.Â
"Noise? Noise?? I could say the same for you! You're disturbing my sleep at night with those ear-splitting synths and breathy singing that sounds like they're on the verge of hyperventilation!" Cole retorts with thinly veiled disgust, taking a step back, dusting off his hands, and wiping them on his pants.Â
You eye the action, feeling insulted. Both of you stand in the alleyway, silently glaring at each other. Cole breaks the stare first, scanning the area behind him once he realises the fangirls are gone. You grin, elated at the quiet victory.Â
âYou really gotta get more variety.â Your smile drops as soon as the words leave Cole's lips, and yours press into a thin line.Â
âSpeak for yourself.â You can barely hold back another biting remark. If anyone were to see you now, they'd mistake you as enemies rather than the soulmates that you are.
He groans, rolling his eyes. You're tempted to ask what he does for a living but choose to stay silent. You shake your head, still in disbelief that you've found your soulmate. âOut of all peopleâŚâ You mutter under your breath with a scowl.Â
âI could say the same. I donât know how someone like you ended up as my soulmate.â He retorts, seemingly having overheard.Â
âIâm glad we share the same view then. At least thatâs one thing we can agree on. Now, letâs make a deal. You go right, and I go left and we never run into each other again. Deal?â You propose, holding out your hand for a handshake. He eyes it for a solid moment, mulling over his decision. Instead of shaking your hand, however, he merely nods, crossing his hands over his chest. Your eyes narrow.
How insufferable.
âLooks like theyâre gone.â He takes a moment to glance out of the alleyway, starting in the direction opposite and leaving you to your own devices. You continue to glare at his retreating figure, driving home your irritation by placing your earbuds back into your ears and hitting play.
Immediately, Cole's songs start playing in the back of your mind, much louder than before. You let out an irritated groan, turning to glare at his broad back. Curse his well-chiselled body and toned arms.Â
Stupid soulmate.
â â â â âÂ
âSo, how was your first day in town?â Your stepmother, Emily, sits down opposite you, taking out one of the hair clips she used to keep the bangs out of her face. Her hair is messy, tied into a ponytail and her skirt is stained with spaghetti sauce.Â
âDecent. Went to a comic book place.â You say through a mouthful. Your response is short, but itâs more than what used to be quiet dinners around a tension-filled dining table in the past.Â
âThatâs good. Doomsday Comix, I assume?â She doesnât flinch from your wide-eyed gaze, caught off guard by how eerily accurate her guess is. âI used to work there when I was younger. I hope you found the comics you were looking for. Starfarer, right?â
âRight,â You reply unsurely, spooning another bunch of pasta into your mouth. You forget that Emily had been born and raised in Ninjago, only having met your dad during one of her trips for âinspirationâ. You and she had a rocky relationship, but one could say that youâre currently making progress - you think.
âDid you meet the ninja?â Your dad asks, taking some sliced-up steak on his plate and placing it on Emilyâs. You eye the way she lights up at the action, a nauseating feeling beginning to stir in the bottom of your stomach. âI hope if you got in trouble, they got you out of it.â
âOh yeah? Whatâre the ninja gonna do, spin me around till I get a headache?â You snort, chewing on an irritating broccoli stem that refuses to get chowed down on. âMystify me to pieces? Bore me to death?âÂ
The sarcastic jabs donât phase your dad in the slightest. He shrugs, used to your disbelieving comments. âJust be careful out there still, okay? I know Ninjago City is safe but there are still pickpockets around and petty crimes.âÂ
âWhich is exactly why I called in a favour from an old friend.â Emily smiles softly at your father, but it fades slightly when she looks at you, uncertainty in her gaze. âHeâs an instructor, and Iâve asked him to teach you self-defence so you can at least protect yourself.â
Your hand slows to a halt, the singular piece of spaghetti dangling off your fork as you blink owlishly at her. âI never asked for your help.â The words slip out before you can stop yourself, hurt flitting across Emilyâs face before she composes herself, clearing her throat and picking up a piece of broccoli.
Aaand thatâs a streak of 3 and a half months without being mean, gone.
âI just thought that maybe you should stay safe. Besides that,â You can sense the carefulness in her words, trying to choose the right ones to say. âI have an event coming up that Iâd like you to attend. Itâs a fundraiser, and I would like you to be there.â She pauses for a moment, looking from your father to you. âBoth of you.â
âNo thanks,â The clang of the metal fork against the porcelain plate makes her wince slightly at the harsh sound. You stand up with your half-empty plate, appetite vanishing just as quickly as a passing breeze. âIâm gonna head out. School stuff to catch up on and all.â You spot your father starting to stand up with a frown, only to stop when she places her hand on his arm and shakes her head sadly.Â
You ignore it.
Besides, you have a best friend to call.
â â â â âÂ
âI think I met my soulmate today.â You instinctively pull the phone away from your ear just as she starts screaming.Â
âWhat? Where?? When?? How????? WHO???â
âComic book store, today,â you reply, playing with a strand of your hair to distract yourself.Â
âComic book store? Oh no, heâs a nerd.â The mock horror in her voice makes you suppress a defeated groan, picturing exactly how wide her smug grin is. Closing your eyes, you take a moment to inhale slowly. Damn. She remembers.Â
When you were younger, you had made a bet with Melody as to what kind of person your soulmate would be. Being the naive child you were, you had bet on him being a superstar.Â
Melody, on the other hand, had bet that you'd end up with someone the complete opposite of you. A secret nerd.Â
Even at the tender age of 15, she had already read countless romantic books filled with cliche tropes. Right now though, this knowledge is absolutely terrifying to you. You hear a sigh of satisfaction over the phone, lips curling into a frown. âIâm not going to do it.â
âYou have to! We pinky promised. Plus, Toddâs back home and if you donât want me to tell him about-âÂ
âIâll do it,â you groan, cutting her off from the effective threat. âThe First Spinjitzu Master sent you down for just one reason and that was to make my life even worse.â
âWait.â Melody says, âWhat happened to your whole spiel about âoh I hate soulmates and I never want to have one, bleh bleh blehâ ?â
âFirst of all, that is not how I sound. Is that really how I sound to you??â You gasp. Maybe your whole stance against soulmates was getting a bit too much, even for Melody. âBesides, itâs nothing new. His stupid jazz started a couple of months back or something.â You grumble, deciding to collapse on your bed instead of pacing your room.
âAnd you didnât tell me??â She says incredulously, her voice raised. You can hear a faint âWhat didnât she tell you?â in the background, recognising the voice as her brotherâs.Â
âNothing!â She shouts back at him, âI expect details. Right fucking now.â
âItâs not much,â You sigh, looking up at your ceiling and letting your phone rest beside your head, her voice filling the quiet room through the speakerphone. âIt came outta nowhere and honestly? If nothing happened, no way am I about to fly across the world just to see him. I have school. And homework.â
âYouâve never handed in a single piece of homework on time.â Her voice has a hint of accusation.Â
âWhat can I say? Moving gives you a whole new perspective on self-reflection.â You shrug nonchalantly, though you know she canât see it.Â
âWhatâs his music taste?â
âSmooth jazz and soft rock.â You groan at her awws on the other end, âYeah, letâs see if you still find that cute when youâre trying to sleep and he decides to blast music at 4 AM.â
âAn early riser. Maybe he works out?â Melodyâs wistful voice doesnât go unnoticed.Â
âI sense dissatisfaction with your current soulmate.â Your snarky reply makes her chuckle.Â
âYou wish. Lukeâs gonna start going to the gym 'cause I said I liked his biceps last week.â She says with amusement, âRight, I have a date tomorrow. Should I wear the pink blouse or blue?â
âBlue.â
âPink it is.âÂ
âWhy do you even bother asking me?â You say blankly, grinning when she barks out a laugh. âHave fun on your date.â
âRemember to get autographs!â
âI wonât if you donât shut up and get to bed.â The call instantly concludes with a monotonous dial tone after you hang up, placing your phone on your table with a grin. You open your laptop with a new sense of purpose, searching for articles on the ninja. Your unfulfilled promise haunts you, knowing full well that although most of your friends thought it was a joke, Melody would be intent on at least fracturing your pinky finger if you didnât get their autographs.
A sudden knock on the door startles you and your hands quickly close the laptop instinctively. The door slowly creaks open, and your dad steps inside. You turn away, pretending to busy yourself with tidying your desk with minimal clutter. âIs this about dinner?â
âWell,â you hear him hesitate. âKind of. Look, itâd mean a lot to her if you went, yâknow. Besides, the self-defence instructor we asked to teach you has already accepted.â
âCanât you get a refund?â You finally turn to face him, lips parted to say more until you scan his face. Sunken cheeks and eyes filled with sadness stare back at you, hoping that maybe, just maybe, youâd be more open towards his wife. Towards her.Â
And just like that, your temper which had slowly begun to bubble up again at the mention of your stepmom dies down, left with nothing but wisps of resentment. You swallow down the lump in your throat, unable to meet his gaze.Â
âFine. Tell Hamla that Iâll go to her charity fundraiser, whatever.âÂ
He breathes a sigh of relief, while you focus on your fingers already picking away at the skin on your thumb. Tiny flecks of peeled skin land on the floor, invisible in the lack of light. The skin is red and raw underneath, but you canât feel the pain, focusing instead on the repetitiveness of the action.
âThank you, munchkin.âÂ
The door closes without any further conversation, and the weight on your chest suddenly lifts. Itâs still there, but significantly less than before. You close your eyes, hands curling into fists as you breathe out slowly but shakily. Itâs fine. Everythingâs fine.
You open the laptop back up, allowing the bright screen to distract you from any further thoughts. The picture of the ninja fills your screen, one in a black gi catching your eyes. What was he again? The Earth Ninja?Â
Glancing at the closet, you mentally flit through your outfit options for the fundraiser. A thought nags away at your brain, as if on the edge of remembering one very important fact. You pull up the article from this morning, rereading it once more as it hits you, looking from the article to the picture a few times before your lips pull up in a slow smile.
Looks like youâd get their autographs sooner than you thought.
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such a random thought but like...
U college!eren and his friends are playing truth or dare (cuz everything happens during truth or dare) and some bitch is jealous bc eren is feeling you and not her. So she's like "I dare you to have sex w someone rn" cuz last time u said truth and they asked u who ur best fuck was and u said no one cuz like u never got past making out
and u start stressing tf OUT cuz aint no way u fucking anyone there. but eren's goofy ass is like "come on let's go fuck" and ur just wide eyed staring at that mf cuz huh???
said bitch is getting mad like "cmon eren someone else should do it, u dont have to pity her"
bro's like "i want to" so he drags u away to his place n is like "we dont gotta fuck, i was just helping u out. wanna fill condoms w lotion?"
uhhhhh "why?"
"proof, armin aint gon believe us if i just give em my word." so u n eren spend the next hour making it look like yall fucked. im talking messed up his sheets, filled condoms, three for good measure. you did end up making out w him cuz like you need realistic hickeys, make up aint gon cut it also he's hot who wouldn't wanna kiss him
he wet his hair to make it look like he showered and changed his clothes.
"take off ur bra"
"what the hell, no"
"it'll be more believable if u "accidentally" left ur bra at my place cuz my dick is so good"
"ur full of shit, u just wanna keep it"
"can i?"
"its one of my cute ones so i'll come back for it, turn around so i can take it off" he turns around, he can hear u shifting around so he takes a lil peek only to see ur back he's lowkey upset cuz he wanted to get a look at those tiddies
eren brings u back to where t or d is going on, n honestly the bitch is mad that eren "fucked" u
yall just acted like it was normal and nothing happened. when u were getting ready to leave armin pulled u aside and said, "ik u guys didnt fuck but ill keep ur little secret."
"how'd u know??" did eren say something
"if u actually had sex w him im sure u wouldn't have come back, eren tends to leave people fucked out."
"why do u know that?"
"threesomes are a thing" he smirks
"i'll keep ur secret if u n eren promise me a threesome, i wouldn't wanna pass up on someone as pretty as you."
you gush a lil bit, "maybe, i wont fuck unless im comfortable."
remi's note: i wanna write this but i also dont lmaooo, this been on my mind for a little bit. dead ass how fun would it be to make evidence w eren, i feel like you'd be helping mess up the sheets and he'd throw a pillow at u and its not soft either he full on fucking body slammed u with a pillow
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ਠPINKY PROMISE ŕ§
Summary: Y/n finally confronts her abusive dad, leading to a massive argument, where she leaves the house.
Warnings: Angst, daddy issues, violence, cussing.
Notes: English is not my first language, so Iâm sorry about any mistake!
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Im on the living room couch since my dad left the house. My eyes blink slowly, struggling to stay open. I see on my phone, 2AM. The big yellow light only makes me drowsier at each second that goes by. As soon as my eyes close, I hear the door opening, automatically getting my attention.
I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I watch the old man walking through the living room with a bottle of beer in his hand. The familiar smell of alcohol fills the room. He looks in my direction, his eyes narrowing as they land on me. âWhat the hell are you doing still up?" He asks with a tone of accusation.
I hesitate before answering, finding the right words. âI.. I was just waiting for you, dad.â I reply. The tension in the room is big.
"Waiting for me? More like waiting to nag me, you little brat." He scoffs as he walks over to the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting another alcoholic drink.
I feel the rage burning inside me, but I push it down, knowing it will only make things worse. âI was worried about youâ I say, my voice trembling slightly. âYou were gone for hours, and..â
But before I can finish my sentence, he cuts me off with a bit of a laugh. âYou are just like your mother, always putting your nose where you are not calledâ He takes another swig from the bottle. I put my phone in my pocket. I start getting up, maybe going to bed was actually the best idea, but it looks like he still has things to say. âYou're the last person who should be worried about me, little bitch.â
All his words just remind me of how much I hate him. Since my mom died, nothing has been the same. He started getting into alcohol, drinking every day. I have bruises from all the times he had ever hit me. I hate when he mentions my mom, like he didnât even loved her. I turn myself to him. âItâs not my fault you go out to drink like a fucking addicted, just because you canât stand the idea of mom not being here anymore!â I say. âAnd I shouldnât be worried?!â
âYou are just like herâ He looks at me with disgusted eyes. âAlways running your mouth, just like your goddamn mother.â He gets closer, his breath hitting my face. âIf she was here, she would be embarrassed of having you as a daughter, just like I am.â He pauses. âYou are just a mistake. I wish I had used a condom that night. No one can fucking stand you.â
I shake my head. âThatâs not true.â I try to convince myself. Some tears running down my face, I just canât avoid them. I feel more and more angry.
He simply keeps talking. âAnd let me tell you,â He points an accusing finger at me. âThat shitty boyfriend of yours? Heâs just with you out of pity.â
âYou donât know what you are talking about. You donât know him, dad.â My breath gets heavier.
âHeâs just using you, like everyone around you, piece of shit. You will see, as soon as he finds someone bett-â
Suddenly, before he could finish talking, I push him away from me, making him lose balance, almost getting him on the floor. âStop! Just shut the fuck up already! Leave me the fuck alone!â I scream, tears blur my vision.
But my fatherâs rage only seems to intensify. He doesnât give up. He comes back, his hand connects with my cheek, slapping me across the face, leaving a red mark. For some moments, I froze. âI hate you!â I yell "I hate being here! I hate every moment spent under this roof with you!"
âUngrateful brat! Thatâs all you are!â He affirms, louder than me.
âI hate the way you treat me, the way you talk to me, the way you make me feel like I'm worthless! Iâm out of here!â I use the same tone as him, but this time sobbing. And with that, I start walking towards the front door, I open it.
âSure! get the fuck out of my house! And I donât wanna see your ass back here when you realize the shit youâve made!â He tells me. I take one last look at him before shutting the door.
I start crying uncontrollably as I walk through the dark streets. I donât even have where to go, I just wanna get out of this place. The only thing I can think of is Chris. I need him. Heâs the only one who will understand me.
The panic just builds up as I walk the fastest I can to his house. Each step that I take doesnât feel real. How the fuck is this actually happening. After an eternity, I finally reach his house. I ring on the doorbell, nothing. It just makes me cry more and more. I ring again, still nothing. Until I finally see the door opening. His eyes half closed, shirtless only with his pajama pants on. He blinks in confusion.
âY/n? Whatâs.. Whatâs wrong? What are you doing here?â He asks with his husky voice.
âChris.. Im sorry.. I..â I try to speak but the words catch in my throat, Iâm only able to cry. He pulls me into a hug, my head buries on the crook of his neck as I keep breaking down. He holds me tightly, as I cling to him, my tears soaking his bare skin.
He kisses the top of my head a few times âShh itâs okay..â He whispers. âYou donât gotta say anything right now, I just need you to breathe, love. Iâve got you..â We stay like this for some moments, until I calm down a bit.
He pulls me back from the hug, making me look at him. âWhy donât you come in so we can talk better, huh?â He questions me calmly. Chris leads me to his room, always holding my hand. As we get there, he closes the door behind us.
âLet me get you something more comfortable to wearâ He looks on his wardrobe. As soon as he finds it, he hands me an oversized hoodie and some fluffy pajama pants. Once I'm settled into the cozy clothes, my boyfriend guides me to his bed. We lay down, my head on his chest as a pillow. He strokes my hair gently. âI hate seeing you like this.. Do you talk about what happened?â
I sniff. âItâs just.. Everything with my dad..â My voice shakes as I talk. I start tearing up once again. âWe argued again, but this time.. I said I wasnât coming back there, but I donât even have anywhere to go..â I go back to crying.
âListen to me, you do. You have me, you are staying here for how long you need to. Iâm sorry I didnât got you out of that house earlier.â He rubs my back.
I sigh. I look up at him with my watery eyes. âCan I make you a question?â I whisper.
âYeah, what is it?â
âDo you ever.. Do you ever regret being with me? Do you ever wish you were with someone else?â
Chris's brows furrow with concern as he looks into my tear-filled eyes. âHey, hey, hey.. Why are you asking me that?â
âI donât know.. My dad is always telling me how you are going to leave me and.. I.. I donât know..â I say insecure.
Chris cups my face with his hands. âY/n listen to me, those are just lies. Im not going to leave you and I donât regret being with you, I love you.â
âDo you promise me?â He wipes away my tears with his thumb.
He extends his pinky finger towards me. âWanna make a pinky promise?â His sentence makes me chuckle a bit, like a little kid. Slowly, I reach out and intertwine my pinky finger with his. âI promise that I will always be here for you, Y/n.â He smiles. âNow can you promise me that you will never doubt about it?â
âI promise Chris.â He gives me a soft peck on my lips.
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omg this end was so shitty
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Hiii your pink theme is very cute i just wanted to ask could you mabye write boyfriend hcs for luna from bllk?
âi regret you all the timeâ
synopsis : He was a player, a womanizer. You were his top-prized desire : completely unreachable. But hell, heâd chase after you halfway around the world if he had to.
pairing : Leonardo Luna x genderneutral!reader â˘â Blue Lock
tw : angst and comfort at the end, a tad suggestive (nothing too extreme), a sort of ennemies to lovers ? (Uses of "womanizer" but the rest can be read as genderneutral)
word count : 2350~ words
author-note : Hi !! Itâs been a long time since Iâve wrote for Luna, so I hope itâs good. Im actually extremely proud of this one. Itâs not really hcs, I got carried away LMAOO. I was busy finishing One Piece, (btw donât be shy and drop some requests in my ask box :)) Thank you for your request (and your kind words đ), and take care of yourself âĄ
LEONARDO LUNA never had to "search" for someone. Truly, he was a dick. Sleeping with women every nights, leaving without a note nor a call, the sheets still tangled from the activities the day prior. Simply, enjoying small pleasures where his job as a professional player leaded him to. And then he saw you, at a random bar while he was drinking with his teammates. Dancing with your friends, oh so gracefully, smiling and laughing with all your teeth, all prettily dressed. He swore heâd never seen someone as angelic as you. So, he smiled to himself, and with all his ego and his pride, an overly confidence, he walked to you.
Everything went extremely quickly. He was too stunned to speak, to let any sound escape from his lips as you walked away from him, rolling your eyes. His teammates never laughed so hard : Leonardo Luna, the og womanizer, just got humbled by being rejected ? He was mad. It was so embarrassing. His cheeks were flushed in a deep red, and he cursed under his breath. How ? Were you blind, perhaps ? It was the first time ever he got rejected by a woman, and he hated it. But for some reason, a reason he didnât understand, he wanted to try again. He didnât want to let you go, not just yet. So he hurried to follow you towards the exit of the bar, his teammates still laughing their asses off, much to Lunaâs dismay. He wanted to grab your wrist, but he stopped himself.
"Hey, donât you know me ? Like.. you live in a cavern or something ?"
You turned to face him, and let out a sigh.
"Actually, I just donât care. Iâm not interested."
Luna frowned. Okay, so you knew he was a famous soccer player. But you werenât interested by any means ? He smirked. You were playing hard to get.
"Come on. Just give me one chance ?"
"Listen. Youâre a player. Everybody knows it. Iâm not interested when it comes to assholes who play with peopleâs feelings like you."
He scoffed, a cocky laugh escaping from his throat. Okay, maybe you were right. He liked your attitude. He leaned on the doorframe, a teasing grin dancing on his lips.
"You donât find me attractive ?"
"Iâve seen much better."
And with these words, a mocking smile on your face, you left the bar, walking in the empty, dark streets without any worry. Luna gasped dramatically, and hurried to follow you in your tracks.
"So youâre gonna follow me now ? What a creep."
"Nah. Just walking you home."
"Iâve never asked you to do that."
"âM just being a gentleman."
You chuckled. His cocky attitude was pitiful.
"Didnât know you were a chaser, after all. Disappointed because I havenât fallen for you the first time you talked to me ?"
"Iâm definitely not.", he smirked, "But for you, Iâd be one, doll."
"Quit the petname, dude. Weâre not together."
"Yet.", he corrected. You sighed, amused by his determination.
LEONARDO LUNA wasnât capable of letting you go. Well, you piqued his interest, after all. He wasnât used to be rejected, but you made this rejection so sweet, so intoxicating. He couldnât get enough. He walked you home, and with a little persuasion (aka, promising you he wasnât going to spam you all the time) he got your Instagram (he giggled like a teenager when he saw that you accepted his request on your private account.) Since that day, you were always there in his thoughts, day and night, more than he had excepted. It was a game of cat and mouse : him, constantly flirting with you, and you, ignoring or rejecting him again and again. His teammates were confused; he wasnât the type to run after someone, it was quite the opposite. Luna was used to be a living fantasy for most women and men, he didnât even had to try to please. But it was different this time. Always refusing to go on dates with him, refusing his gifts or his advances. You were completely unreachable, a hopeless and absurd desire of his. What Luna wanted, Luna got; and right now, he felt like a frustrated little child who had just been denied the toy he wanted his mother to buy him at the mall. And gosh, the more inaccessible you were, the more he craved- no, needed you. So, he took his phone in his hands, and once again, searched for your account in his Instagram conversations (actually, he didnât have to search. You were on top of his contacts, probably because he decided that he wonât talk to anyone until you accept a date from him.) and texted you. You were peacefully reading a book on your couch when you heard a ding from your phone, followed by a buzzing sound. You closed your book and reached for your phone, watching Lunaâs text on your wallpaper. (In all honesty, you were - each time - surprised to see a certified account sending you a message, before realizing that it was Luna. Again.)
4:47p.m. | leonardoluna : Hey, doll
just wondering if you were free tonight ?
- read at 4:48p.m.
4:51p.m. | yn.ln : hi, yeah i am. why ?
- read at 4:51p.m.
Luna smiled at the screen. He lied down on his bed, back pressed against the mattress as he waited for your answer impatiently.
4:51p.m. | leonardoluna : care to join me for dinner ? my treat, obviously
- read at 4:51p.m.
He rolled on his bed, his elbows now resting on the sheets. He sighed in defeat. You werenât answering. You were probably gonna reject him again - with or without a proper excuse once more. He turned off his phone, throwing it behind him on the bed, frustrated and disappointed - wait. Did he just heard his phone ringing ?? He hurried to grab his phone, unlocking it messily, his eyes almost glued to the screen.
5:00p.m. | yn.ln : why not
- read at 5:01p.m.
You agreed ? A huge grin displayed on his face as he celebrated his victory with a disconcerting enthusiasm.
5:00p.m. | leonardoluna : coming to pick you up at 8, then ?
- read at 5:00p.m.
5:01p.m. | yn.ln : sure. sounds good to me
see ya then :)
- read at 5:01p.m.
5:01p.m. | leonardoluna : see you, pretty
promise youâre gonna like it. picking a good place rn
- read & liked by yn.ln at 5:03p.m.
He jumped off his bed, immediately calling a fancy restaurant to book a table. He knew the owner, so he arranged a table for you two. Luna thanked him. He wanted to kick himself : this stupid, huge grin painted on his face, that he couldnât erase. This feeling was astonishing; maybe, it was his chance to pull you ! Finally, after all these efforts.
LEONARDO LUNAâs smile dropped, his joy fever slowly fading to a terrible dread. At first, he just wanted you in his bed. A one-night-stand without any worries, without fuss. But here he was, giggling like a teenager in love for a random person that wasnât interested a single bit ? What the fuck was he doing ? He frowned. Was it a mistake ? He didnât want to be in a relationship. It was too much to handle for him, the distance, the attention to give, the responsibilities that came in the package. What was he supposed to do, now ? He was anxious. He never felt anxious. He sat down on his bed, his face in his hands, exhaling deeply. He looked at your text, over and over and over and over again. You wanted to see him. He felt nauseous, probably for the first time in his entire life. And right now, the thrill of it all disappeared, giving way to a terrible, overwhelming, sensation of pressure.
You were standing outside of your house, rubbing your arms in an attempt to ease the goosebumps on your skin, arisen by the night cold breeze.
8:15p.m.
Maybe you shouldâve stayed by the fireplace, at least for some minutes.
8:25p.m.
Okay, he was just late. A latecomer, huh. You shouldâve wore something else, at least, not these short clothes.
8:35p.m.
Itâs probably his job. Being a professional soccer player has its flaws, for sure. You shouldâve called him, at least, to tell him you were waiting him to pick you up outside, like it was planned.
8:40p.m.
You decided to text him again - now, a bit worried. You shouldâve asked him to meet at the restaurant directly, at least, to know where you were supposed to go. Perhaps he had a car accident ? You frowned, seeing his "online" status on Instagram. You looked at the conversation another time.
8:05 | yn.ln : sorry, I just got out, took a bit too much time to prepare lmao
youâre probably driving, so be safe
anyway, iâm waiting outside for you to pick me up :)
- read at 8:42p.m.
8:15p.m. | yn.ln : is everything okay ?
- read at 8:42p.m.
8:22p.m. | yn.ln : Luna ? Itâs not funny yk
I can walk to the restaurant if you have an issue, just give me the address
- read at 8:42p.m.
8:40p.m. | yn.ln : for fuckâs sake, im worried, canât you just answer the damn phone ?
where are you ??
luna ?
- read at 8:42p.m.
8:42p.m. | yn.ln : gosh, youâre here, I was scared something happened to you
iâm outside, is everything okay ?
- read at 8:50p.m.
8:50p.m. | yn.ln : youâre not gonna answer, are you ?
- read at 8:52p.m.
Tears in the corner of your eyes, you bit your inside cheek in a faint attempt to keep them from falling angrily on your cheeks. Your hands were trembling - from the cold, or from the frustration ? Honestly, you didnât know. Obviously, he played with you. It was his goal since the very first night. How could you be this fucking dumb ? Naive ? He just wanted you in his bed, and he was tired already of his new toy, aka, you. So he threw you away, like he did with everyone else. You were too silly, artless, to think that someone like him could like someone like you. Incisive insecurities, bittersweet thoughts, appalling regrets, permeated your mind as you turned off your phone, deciding to take a walk outside to soothe your nerves.
8:54p.m. | yn.ln : youâre a fucking asshole. i shouldâve listened the rumors about your mf face.
how could I believed you ??
srs, go fuck yourself.
you are the biggest regret Iâve ever had
- read at 8:58p.m.
8:59p.m. | yn.ln : go on, spend your whole life fucking people like they actually want you, ig.
- read at 9:00p.m.
Maybe it was childish, but you needed to get those feelings out of your chest. You were disappointed, felled even. Your friends warned you, but you havenât listened. How could you ? He was so nice to you all the time, always asking about your day and all. You always refused to go on dates with him, thinking he was just playing for a night with you. But after one month, you sincerely thought he wanted a deeper connexion with you than just sex. And you were wrong, of course.
LEONARDO LUNA never drove this quick. He was probably like - at 110 k.p.h on a 50 k.p.h road. His hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gear lever, pulling the car out of the intersection. He havenât even cared about the others that were honking several times because of his awful (and dangerous) driving, his thoughts were busy, because of you, and only you. He was so stupid. So fucking stupid. To think that it was a bad idea to talk to you, to get accustomed to your texts, to your honey-like voice when you were calling him. He liked you. Maybe even more, he didnât know. He parked his car messily on the sidewalk, getting weird stares and side-eyes from passers-by. He spotted your walking figure and immediately ran after you, his breath short and unsteady. Good thing he knew where you lived since the night he walked you home, one month ago. He bit his lip when he grabbed your wrist, and you turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks. He hated himself, right now.
9:11p.m.
"You ? Fucking bastard, leave me alone." You sharply said, trying to get away from his grasp. He immediately took you in his arms, one of his hands resting on the back of your head, stroking your soft hair. He shoved your face on his chest, trying to reassure you.
"Iâm- Iâm so sorry. I got nervous. Iâm just not used to feel this kind of things towards someone. Itâs the first time; actually. I was scared. Scared of being rejected with true, heavy, feelings, this time. I beg you,", he inhaled, his voice wobbly, "please, forgive me."
"I canât trust you.", you mumbled, your voice muffled by his clothed chest, trying to push him away as harshly as you could.
"You can. I didnât think- fuck. Itâs hard to say that. That I could fall for someone so quickly, so easily. Itâs so simple to talk to you, Iâve never felt so comfortable around someone in my overall, miserable existence. I want to give you my whole heart, my whole soul, okay ? I fucked up, I know. And I truly donât deserve you. But I canât help, but being selfish again, one last time, please, just wanting you, your smile, your laughs, your soft touches, wanting you by my side permanently. Thatâs all Iâm asking for. A second chance, because I donât want anybody else to have you. I want to be the one you come home to, the one you think of when life is all troubles and worries."
"Look at me. Tell me you hate me, reject me over, Iâm not worth your attention. But I wonât stop thinking about you, Iâm just not able to do it. Donât let me down. Please."
You tilted your head up, seeing his green eyes wet already. His trembling hands wandered to your cheeks, gently stroking them, as if you were made of porcelain that his sins could shatter into tiny million of pieces, in a instant.
He leaned and pressed a tender kiss on your lips, his free hand searching so naturally for yours, intertwining your fingers together. When he pulled away, he gave you a small, weak smile, as if heâs seen his whole world being destroyed by a zephyr. You returned the smile, as he wiped away your tears.
"Promise not to let me go, then.", you answered in a whisper, your heart beating at an unsteady, loving pace.
"I wonât."
You both laughed slightly at the cheesy scene, his enamoured gaze drowning into yours.
"Now come on, honey, we have a date to attend to."
LEONARDO LUNA thought that, at first, you were a challenge. A cocky challenge, egos swinging, wondering if he could pull you like he always did with everyone. What Leonardo Luna wants, Leonardo Luna gets. However, now, he was just a puppy running after you, completely smitten. He liked to say that he was in charge, in control : but everybody knew that you had him wrapped around your finger.
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CHESHIRE ! â Nishimura Riki (TEASER)
SYNOPSIS. Y/N Cheshire lived her life carefree. Being the daughter of the Cheshire Cat made her more inclined to not take anything seriously and to just have a little bit of fun in everything she does. Whether it was pulling pranks, sneaking up on people, or making jabs at her friends- Y/N kept a Cheshireâs smile on her face. Because of that, she just couldnât take Chaehyun Cupid seriously when she claimed that Y/N had a crush on Riki Wonderland.
PAIRING. Kitty Cheshire! Y/N x Alistair Wonderland! Riki
(btw im not shipping kitty and alistair i just based them off the characters)
GENRE. Ever After High AU, High school AU, Fluff, Slight Angst
WARNINGS. bad parental relationship, ooc riki umm, expected word count is like 15k yea ik. long fic.
RELEASING. published!
NOTES. if u havenât seen ever after high itâs ok u can still read this all u rly need to know is that the students of eah r the children of fairy tale ppl like snow white or cinderella and they have to follow the paths of their parents and stuff Yassssss
After sometime, Riki opened his mouth. âI know I already asked this earlier, but why did you come here? You know, to stargaze.â As if he wasnât satisfied with her answer.
He was right in thinking that her answer wasnât what she truly wanted to say, but it just felt awkward to give an exact reason. Her relationship with her mom was something she could barely tell her only 3 friends about, let alone someone she barely considered an acquaintance.
But Y/N knew Riki was a reliable guy; she had heard it often from Soul, Rei, and Giselle. And maybe for once she would let herself put faith into another person.
âIâll only tell if you tell me why you like stargazing.â
Riki blew out a breath in thought. âHm⌠I donât know if I can give an exact reason for that. I was just bored one day and ended up coming across this place. Thatâs what made me stargaze, but something about it just felt so comforting to me that I wanted to do it more often.â He answered, a soft smile gracing his lips. âBut thatâs not exactly a good reason.â
âI think it suits you.â Y/N whispered out. âIâm sure you have your own stresses with being the son of Alice in Wonderland. It would make sense that having a hobby like this to come back to is something you enjoy.â
He pondered on it for a moment. Maybe she was right. He then chuckled at this side of her he had never seen before. âYouâre a lot more poetic than you let on. Anyways I answered your question, can you answer mine?â
Y/N considered answering it, she truly did, but as much as she wanted to open up there was the side of her that wanted to keep everything inside. Her mother had always told her that vocalizing your feelings does nothing good and only makes people pity you.
One thing Y/N despised was being pitied. It only reminded her of how her mother referred to her as a âpitiful girlâ and how she would amount to nothing.
So she slowly shook her head. âNo, I donât think I can.â
Riki felt himself beginning to sit up to look at the girl. There was something off about her. The way she spoke to him and the way that she carried herself⌠she wasnât acting as she always had. Normal Y/N would be more playful and even mischievous. But now, there was a certain sadness in her entire being that seemed to be throwing her off her rhythm. And it only made Riki more and more curious about her.
âOkay, I get it. You donât have to tell me.â Riki smiled, before continuing. âI just hope it doesnât take away your chaotic spirit. You know, I kind of like that about you.â
A sigh left Y/Nâs lips at his words. âYou donât mean that, Wonderland.â
âI mean every word, Cheshire.â
Y/N could only roll her eyes before slowly evaporating into the night, using her invisibility and teleportation to finally go back home.
Left lingering in the air was her Cheshireâs smile, which disappeared last and left Riki staring at the wisps of where she had sat only moments prior.
Maybe it made sense that Riki enjoyed stargazing. In a way, there was something about him that was made of the stars. No matter what he did, he always seemed to shine brighter than all the others. There was something about Riki that felt that he belonged up in the sky, giving life to the night and adding a certain glimmer to the auras.
Riki had his own place amongst the sky, and she wished she could be like that too. But after speaking to him, maybe there was nowhere she could have her own place in. Y/N could only wait for the day that she could contribute to a bigger picture, and take a larger part in his story. After all, she had always wanted her own place within the stars.
But for now, all she could do was hope she would become more than just the Cheshire Catâs daughter.
authors note. postinf this after jay noticed me on his weverse live i am not well. anyways itâs coming đ¤đ¤ those 10k words sitting in my drafts r waiting to be released donât worry babies mommys almost done
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AITA for trying to save my friend and keep the rest of my asshole friends safe from their bad decisions?
I (M26) just went through this real shitty breakup. So basically, my ex C (M lmao man fuck if i know his age idek if knows it. or has one i guess) has this god-fucking-awful habit of deciding to solve every problem by dying about it and/or fucking off without so much as a word to the people unfortunate enough to give a shit about him, except maybe his sister (unhelpful for the rest of us because she also inherited the "fucking off without a word" gene. man fuck this whole family for making me care about them. whatever). Also, killing himself inside peoples brains thats like a whole hobby for him. like okay either ghost us OR kill yourself in front of us altering the trajectory of our lives forever PICK ONE like a NORMAL person.
Okay wait im not explaining this well. So years ago C and W (M37 now) were partners but C was, uh, in a really bad place mentally (S is telling me this is more diplomatic to say than "crazy af") and that situationship ended as badly as a situationship can end. I mean W's told me he pretty much had his sense of identity as someone separate from C totally destroyed by that for a while, which like, in hindsight its kinda an accidental dick move that our team made him take C's legal identity, but in our defense a) the fuck were we supposed to know?, b) tbf he really did need it not to go back to prison, c) it's not like C was using his identity, on account of the fucking off and effectively-dying-as-a-solution habits, and d) i mean. i gotta admit it's also pretty funny in a really fucked way.
aw shit derailed on a tangent again
recently its just like, we just get so focused on one thing its hard to remember anything else, you know?
S is so good at getting us back on track though. thank god because you would not believe the number of irons weve got in the fire to keep track of, its ridiculous. (i love making my partner be the planner in the relationship lol. highly recommend being a passenger princess in the body sometimes. fuck massages, i'm telling you THIS is what you need after a long day getting shit DONE and taking care of everyone else's messes)
So I met C 6 years ago, right out of basic, when we were privates stationed at the same base. middle of nowhere. shit, this is gonna be hard to explain, just realized i should use different names for C to keep them straight. I knew "A" and W knew "E", i didnt meet E until years later. theyre alters and also the same guy but also not the same guy. dont worry about it if you dont get it bc ive dated both of them and i dont think i do. my life is stupid.
Bunch of bullshit happened, A ghosted (lol. you'd be high-fiving me if you knew him) and then found a problem to solve by dying. you get it by now.
Then i meet E, E encounters a problem and tries to die about it round one (i guess round two, after exploding in W <- LOL. you should be high-fiving me right now), E's sister drags him back to the land of the living, E ghosts, W and i start dating, W tries to martyr himself and disappears because i guess E rubbed off on him (dude i am on a fucking roll. you should be high-fiving me out of pity for my glamorously miserable soap-opera life if nothing else. homophobic not to), our team gets W back, E strolls back like he has no idea why im mad at him, we fight about it, makeup-makeouts about it, and E tries to die about it round two: in my brain boogaloo.
So thats how S and i meet. oops, guess i never introduced S? Feels weird to have to introduce ourself twice, people dont really meet us separately anymore LOL. S (M, ageless) is also C's alter, my partner in life and badassery and brain and body. and obviously freaky sex stuff, that goes without saying but i'm saying it anyway to brag. the swish swish to my stabbing people who really deserve it. Not really interested in your opinion on our relationship, it's not what i'm asking about. we're aware its not conventional, because we're not fucking braindead. Im so sick of all the "oooohhhhh this isn't healthy", "he's a male manipulator and youre codependent i know bc i learned psychology from tiktoks by girls with green hair", "why are you wearing your ex-boyfriend's armor colors while wearing his dead ex-boyfriend's armor while dating and sharing a brain with your dead mutual ex's alter", "have you considered going to therapy instead of a quest against death itself" blah blah blah. If youre so bored you need to judge our life then just get your own đđđ
we've been really on that sigma grindset the last few weeks. S has got our sleep optimized down to a tight triphasic 3.46 hours and we're minmaxing the fuck out of the rest of every day. Biohacked to shit over here. too much to do, so we have to make there be enough of our time to do it. who else is gonna? my teammates? the REDS? we're half batman half babysitter to a gaggle of idiots who can barely be trusted to wipe their own asses, let alone fight their own battles and make decisions like "wah wah wah A is dead let's just give up and cry about it or whatever".
Don't even get me started on W. Oh youre all about character-building wake up and grind self-improvement and taking leadership until we're making decisions you dont like, i guess. WHATEVER. this is why we dont listen to you.
its hard, okay. like, you cant understand the sheer fucking stress were under trying to keep all our plans going smoothly while keeping these guys safe while they're basically actively trying to unravel every carefully-laid thread and also strangle themselves in them. im probably going prematurely grey and also losing some time. its hard to remember when we need to hold back and use the kiddy gloves. i really didnt want to come to holding - uh, we'll call him MC (M25) - by the throat, passed-out. he's like a brother to me, been through thick and fucking thin together, so yeah, i feel really bad about that, my bad, we were the asshole there, but like, maybe stop throwing yourself in the way? like run out into the road you're gonna get hit by a truck no matter how hard they slam the brakes. mfw the conses quence. but im NOT asking about that. everyone's been on our dick about "please god stop doing all of this" and abandoning A and trying to break us up way before that, and THAT'S what im asking about
Anyways tl;dr are we the asshole for getting shit done when it takes methods that all our monday morning quarterback friends dont like
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OP has offered the following explanation for why they think they might be the asshole:
it really was a dick move to dangle my teammate's limp body in a chokehold even though it was basically an accident and also not even directly relevant to the question
OP has offered the following explanation for why they think they might not be the asshole:
okay but we're right
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chars; scaramouche/wanderer
; fem reader, angst
note; I AM NEW TO THIS !! i neefd more angst i love angst so im doing it myself. emoly if u see this, HI !!!
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sitting on the bed you shared with your âhusbandâ is all you seemed to do these past few months. scaramouche is rarely ever home. when he is, he doesnât even bother to greet you. not a smile on his face, and no word is exchanged between you. there hasnât been any intimacy either. no kisses, no loving touches.
âwhy don't you just leave him? itâs obvious youâre miserable.â tartaglia said as he seen you walk out the infirmary. he had no idea what he was talking about. he doesn't even know the feeling of loving someone so much that you donât want to let go. âi love him.â you stated, no emotion present in your voice. who can blame you? you were in a loveless relationship. tartaglia felt bad for you but didnât say anything more. you stared at his back, watching him as he continued to walk down the hall. everyone was worried sick at your depressed state, except of course scaramouche.
tartaglias words lingered in your mind. maybe it wouldnât hurt to ask scaramouche why he was acting this way towards you. was it the girl everyone had been talking about? youâd occasionally hear other harbingers talk about a mysterious traveler ruining their plans.Â
you walked back to your room with the mystery girl in your mind. sometimes you would read reports from scaramouches missions that had been mailed in for filing. the way he wrote about her and complimented her skills made you slightly jealous. âitâs okay,â you told yourself, âsoon, sheâll be the furthest thing from his mind!â
before him becoming distant, he would talk to you with the happiest look on his face. he would bring you gifts and strike down anyone who dared to look at you the wrong way, never failing to bring butterflies to your stomach. the memories of the past made you tear up. âi miss my husband.â you whispered as you rubbed your stomach, trying to soothe the sudden cramp you had been getting for a while now.
âiâm right here. stop crying. itâs making you look pathetic.â scaramouche said as he slammed the door shut. âdo you know how embarrassing it is having a crybaby wife like you? lumine would never do this. everyone looks at us with pity and i hate it, and itâs all your fault,â his words dripped with venom.Â
you felt your heart drop. you didnât know he was coming home today. the plan to tell him the news you found out from the infirmary suddenly slipped out of your mind, fear of what heâd do to you replacing its spot.Â
âi-i.. when did you arrive? i thought you wouldnât be coming home for another week or so,â you said as you wiped the tears from your eyes.Â
scaramouche walked in front of you, grabbing ur face with one hand while rubbing the tears away rather harshly. you immediately tried prying yourself away from him. âstop! youâre hurting me!â you shouted, grabbing his wrists and forcing his hands off your face. âoh give me a break,â he started, ânow i canât even wipe your tears away without you acting dramatic? isnât this what you want anyways? god, how much more useless can you get? if i knew you were going to become like this, i wouldnât have married you. id rather walk this land alone a thousand times and witness my friends get killed, than to be seen with a person like you.â your heart dropped for a second time. this time, the aching pain lingered longer.Â
you slowly smiled at him. one of those smiles you give when youâve had enough. months without him talking to you and this is how he treats you? scaramouche furrowed his eyebrows at your reaction. no one should be happy after being insulted.Â
âokay.â you said, the smile turning into a bitter expression. you stood up and shoved him away from you. âtake your lousy ring,â you took the ring off your finger and threw it towards his feet, âiâm sick of this, and you, and everything you havenât done. i havenât done anything to you to deserve this,â scaramouche stood there with a surprised face. he stumbled as he reached to catch your ring, regret immediately washing over him. never in a million years did he think youâd be capable of talking back. youâre a sweet person with no room for hate. âdonât look for me,â you continued, âdonât follow me. donât even bother mentioning my name,â you made your way towards the door, hand reaching for the doorknob, âand by the way, donât be surprised when one of your subordinates reports back to you telling you they spotted me with an infant that resembles you.â the electro vision on your back flickered before the sound of thunder roared and lightning replacing where your body once stood, teleporting you out of the building.
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