#so i just escaped the house quietly and caught up with my dad on the road

[d1anna]

around the full moon i always have weird dreams

[taesanluv3r]

youthful rebellion

han taesan x reader

reader and secret bf!taesan rebel against their strict parents :3 inspired by the dangerous mv! stealing a car, driving without a license, making-out (sort of, it's implied) gets pretty silly at the end...as expected from a fic by me LMAO lowercase intended. pls excuse any grammatical mistakes or spelling errors! enjoyyyy

wc: 2,279

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"wanna do something crazy?"

han taesan and yn ln. two chaotic teens tied by the ropes of their suburban neighbourhood. born to be living and loving their youth- staying out till sunrise with their best-friends, going to parties and getting shit-faced- but forced to be home by their early curfews set by their strictly rule-driven parents. the list of dos and don'ts go beyond anyone's field of vision.

DO: study hard, get good grades, eat healthy foods and sleep early. DON'T: date, sleep around, drink, get home after 8pm...and definitely DO NOT even think about stealing your parents' car.

"depends what 'crazy' is..." yn replies to the boy on the other line of the phone-call. it was almost midnight, all the lights in the neighbourhood had been turned off and everyone was asleep. well, everyone except the two teenagers who, unlike everyone else, refused to retire into their beds. "like...sneak out and steal a car kind of crazy?" taesan's rebellious suggestion shocks her, a silent gasp escaping her mouth. she can hear him laugh, "what? too risky?"

yn moves from her bed to sit on her desk in front of her window. the window that was directly adjacent to his own one. "open your curtain, i wanna see you" she whispers, just in case her parents weren't as deaf as she thought. "mhm" taesan responds quickly before his face comes into view from the house across hers.

they share a smile, stupidly waving at each other. yn blushes when the boy blows her a flying kiss- something both their parents would yell at them for...but mom and dad never had to know, they could go about their secret relationship the way they have been for the past few months since they started dating. behind their backs, staying on the phone all night, and communicating from the window. they don't mind it in the slightest- i mean, how else were they supposed to do it? if they were out together in the day, it'd only be a matter of time before their strict parents figured it out and forbid them from ever seeing each other again. the pair won't lie though, sometimes they wish they could just...rebel.

"what's a pretty girl like you thinking so hard about right now, hm?'' yn could see his mouth move, but the sound only came from out her phone's speaker. "um...nothing" but taesan doesn't believe her for a second. "you can't seriously be considering the sneaking out thing i was talking about...can you?" she doesn't even need to answer. in fact, the fact that she didn't was proof alone that she was indeed thinking about it. the girl looks up to see her boyfriend, only to find him shuffling around his bedroom. her eyebrows furrowed, "what're you doing?" it's silent for a second, but she can see him throw on his sweater.

"come meet me by my garage, we'll take my dad's car"

the girl can't believe her ears, too stunned that she had accidentally zoned out for a moment, only to regain consciousness when she caught a glimpse of the boy waving his hand around at her from his window. "hello? darling, if you're not up for it we don't have-" he was cut off, "no! meet you in 5?" his toothy grin shined brightly, her own one just as pearly white.

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it didn't take long for yn to successfully sneak out of her house. she had taken out the battery on the automatic lock about a year ago without her parents knowing, and as it turned out they were much deeper sleepers than she had thought. if she had known sneaking out were this easy, she probably would've done it way before this.

according to plan, the girl quietly walks over to the neighbouring home. she waits by the opened garage, the lights were still off and there was no sign of her boyfriend. 'hope he didn't get caught...' just as the thought crossed her mind, the squeak of a door, followed by soft footsteps enter her ears- and before long, appears her tall and pale, handsome boyfriend.

"hey" he says excitedly, though his voice is hushed and his breathing was heavy. "hi" she mumbles when he engulfs her into his arms. "sorry i took so long, my dad kept the keys on his bed-side table and i had to tip-toe around him...think his snores were loud enough to drown out the noise though" he laughs coming to the end of the sentence, as does she. "c'mon, we better go before it's too late"

as quiet as humanly possible, the pair made it into the car without creating a ruckus. "damn...okay" yn sighs, letting out the breath she didn't even know she was holding. "right...so..." it was silent all of a sudden, the teens staring blankly at the dashboard in front of them. taesan in the driver's seat just as clueless as yn in the passenger's. "so like...are you gonna drive or...?" the girl asks, her gaze moving from the inert wheel to the boy who had his hands wrapped around it. "um...well, i don't really have a license...but...it shouldn't be that hard right?"

normally, the girl would freak out and maybe start a fight but, for whatever reason, all she could bring herself to do right now was...laugh. he did as well, their hysterics muted by the walls of the car, hiding them from the ears of the neighbourhood. "i believe in you" yn says, pressing a motivational kiss to his cheek. taesan finds it ticklish, scrunching his nose at the feeling. "alright..." he begins, sticking in the key to start the car. the engine makes a roaring sound that the pair swears the whole world could probably hear. it gets their hearts racing, the adrenaline rush finally kicking in. "you ready?" he asks, looking for one last bit of reassurance from his girlfriend and his foot over the pedal as he adjusts his posture. she nods at him,

"let's get outta here"

with that, the boy begins to drive, silently making their way out of the garage and onto the road, headed out to the main street. he gets the hang of the steering wheel rather quickly, all their doubts and worries flying straight out the window as they accelerated out of their sleepy neighbourhood.

"oh my god...can't believe we did that" taesan says, looking back at the houses that got smaller and smaller behind them. yn laughs, "eyes on the road, babe" she reminds him, beginning to snoop through the glove compartment for something to put into the CD slot of the radio. "mj...more mj...nirvana...and...'dangerous youth'? what's that?" his girlfriend's question grabs taesan's attention as the car came to a halt at a red-light. "let me see" he says, grabbing the unfamiliar disc from her. "looks like one of my dad's old mixtapes...looks older than me!" the boy hands the thing back over to the girl, moving the car from parking mode as the light turned green.

"should we put it on?"

it takes a minute for the radio to read the disc, a slight buzzing sound entering their ears at it spun within the machine. it's silent for a moment, the orange-ish light of the music-player blinking the words: track 01. a sense of familiarity hit their spines as the first beat of the song played, followed by infamous lyrics that just about anyone could recognize.

'we don't need no education...'

"oh, pink floyd!" as expected from the boy's music-loving father, the band's hit song of the late 70s, Another Brick in the Wall, Part 2. the rebellious teens bounced their heads to an anthem that fit all too well with their actions right now, the boy's fingers tapping against the wheel and the girl playing an imaginary set of drums while they sang along to the tune.

"hey teacher! leave them kids alone!"

the pair drove for about an hour, not a clue where they were even headed. "there's a cliff around the edge of the street, wanna stop there?" taesan asked, turning to look at yn who was staring out the window. "mhm, we could watch the sunrise"

before long they had arrived by the cliff. the car parked beside the road, and the two of them sitting right beside each other on a small patch of grass. it was well into one o' clock in the morning at that point, the skies still dark and the stars bright as ever, decorating the space around the moon.

"the moon is so pretty, isn't it?" yn says, suddenly moved by the atmosphere. it was quiet and cold outside, the only other sound apart from the pair that stayed awake, was the wispy winds against the crispy leaves. "and it'll never lose it's beauty" her eyes turn away from the shining orb of light and over to his, who had been looking at her the whole time. their breaths are heavy, the beating of their hearts loud enough for the both of them to hear. "yn...can i kiss you?" his simple inquiry of consent was enough to melt all her insides. she looks at him with eyes that shined just as the moon did.

"please"

taesan wasted no time in pulling her close. her hands in his hair as his own travelled down to her waist. their lips found place in each other's just as quickly, leaving no room for air as their tongues danced a pas de deux within the caves of their mouths. yn tumbles forward, pushing his body down onto the grass, never separating from each other, like they've been starved for years before this.

"yn..." he says, his mouth free to speak when she moves over to his neck. the girl stops for a moment, sitting up straight to look him in the eyes again. the boy's mouth opens to continue, "i love you" she smiles, pulling him close again. "i..." she breathes heavily, kissing him more, "love..." their noses hit each other, and the thin hairs on their bodies create fiction; a ticklish feeling rumbling up in her belly.

"...love you too"

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"you think they've noticed we're gone by now?" yn asks, fingers swirling around atop his abdomen, her head on his chest as they laid on the grass. "probably" taesan replies, yawning softly as his hands run through his girlfriend's hair. "think they'll never let us see each other again?" this time he giggles, the vibrations of which go straight to the side of her face. "totally"

yn pouts as she sits up, looking down at the smiling boy with a look of sadness. "aw, baby..." he teases, grabbing her hand to pull her back down towards him. "if they do that to us we'll just have to sneak out again, right?" she sighs, "i guess so...'' the couple falls silent as the pale sky turns orange. the bright sun began to rise, signaling the pair that just as the traces of last night started to disappear, so must their youthful rebellion.

"c'mon" the boy says, helping the girl up. the teens entered the car, a deja-vu sort of feeling coursing through their veins as memories of their midnight adventures flashed over their brains. yn yawns this time, reaching forward to grab her phone from the compartment below the radio. "ah!" she winces when the brightness of the screen shocks her sensitive eyes, taesan laughs at her before reaching for his own phone.

"yikes...thirty missed calls and a hundred and two messages..." she sighs, scrolling through the thousands of notifications from her parents last night. the boy beside her scoffs, "only thirty?" he asked exaggeratedly, earning a worried look in return. "try sixty missed calls and two hundred texts...!"

the couple shares a fit of laughter as they came up with about a million different scenarios for their parents' reaction to them returning home. "no, no! my mom would definitely cry!" she'd say, and he'd shake his head. "not as badly as my dad would!"

han taesan and yn ln quieted down, staring out the main window of the vehicle. "think we'll be grounded?" he asked, as if it weren't obvious. "probably" she replied. the pair turned to face each other, identical smiles placed against their lips. the girl leaned in, pulling him by the collar of his sweater to kiss him- and they continued to kiss for another fifteen or so minutes, until they both desperately needed to breathe again. she giggled, as did he, looking at each other happily as they spoke the same two words.

"worth it"

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"you know, i thought when they said 'you two will pay for this!' they meant something a lot worse..." yn said, squeezing out the excess soap from her sponge. "yeah...thought they were gonna cage us in our rooms for the rest of our lives and board up our windows or something...but this? this isn't bad at all!" taesan follows, wiping a bit of sweat that dripped down his face. "in fact..." he says, moving to wrap his arms around the girl. "i quite like washing cars with you"

she giggles at his words, closing her eyes when he presses a kiss to her nose. "i quite like it too..." this time they kissed on the lips, the sponges dropped onto the floor, not at all phased by the foam-y soap that got all over their clothes.

"HEY! I SAID CLEAN THE CAR NOT KISS! THAT'S RIGHT, GET BACK TO WORK!" the boy's dad yells from the front door of their home, shocking the teens for a second before they broke out into laughter.

"tsk...those blasted kids"

the end.

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AHHH dangerous is so so good and i love tht mv so so much :3!!! also i actually asked my dad on advice for song choices for tht part when they discover ts' dad's mixtape LMAOO he suggested pink floyd's song and then added tht if it were HIM stealing a car w his gf as a teen it'd be 21+ love songs 😭😭 dad PLS! anyways hope u enjoyed!! reblogs n feedback r so appreciated <3 love, kona.

[lundenloves]

Dad!Simon reacting to his oldest daughter having a small crush on a boy at school! Overprotective dad!simon having to be scary (ofc not towards his lil family) but in private with Wife!Reader he’s emotional because his little girl is growing up 😭😭 fluff mix with tiny angst

Thx! Love ya Dad Simon series 🖤

dad!simon masterlist | taglist

ANON! This mf would get migraines over the idea of his sweet little baby girl and a boy. I’ve had quite a few asks about this, all along the same lines (crush, boyfriend etc) so just decided to make one of all of them. Unless someone wants something dead specific, shout me!

Everyone grab your binoculars as we observe from a safe distance.

He almost choked on his drink, dropping the glass to the counter with a cringe inducing clink. One that echoed around the now silent kitchen as his eyes caught onto his wife’s. “A what?”

His eldest daughter threw her arms in the air in battle of her mother. “Why would you even say anything to him, oh my god.” She groaned frustratedly, attempting to storm away but cut short when Simon had cleared his throat.

“Why didn’t you tell me.” He leant his palm on the kitchen counter, looking down at the girl who was slowly growing to look like her mother instead of him. “What’s his name?”

“Because you’re like this.” She gestured to him, whining a sigh and turning to her mother. “Tell him, mum. He always gets involved.”

Simon laughed, balling his hand into a fist and habitually hitting down on the counter with his movement. “I’m only asking, love.” His arms then crossed over his chest, feet a length apart from another. “What age is he?”

“See!” She shot a hand toward him, widening her eyes at you. “He can’t help it.”

“Well, I need to know what—“

“Simon.” You held a hand out to silence him, a slight tilt of your head telling him to let go. “Invite him for dinner, darling.” The warmth in your voice made Simon itch from the other side of the counter, a half-hearted glare piercing into you over what you had just asked.

“No.”

“Why?” You knew exactly why.

“Because dad will just fu- interrogate him.” She left the room, walking down the hall as she continued, “Which he doesn’t even get to do. He’s never here anyway!” Her words were spat out and Simon tsked, turning back to you when she had stomped up the stairs.

“He’s her age.” You said quietly.

“You knew?” He whisper-shouted as you took a step toward him.

“Of course I knew.” He humphed when you had wrapped your arms around him, humming into his chest. “That’s what mothers are for.” A long sigh left him at that, pulling back from you and rubbing a hand through his hair and down his face visibly stressed.

“I need a cigarette.”

“It was always going to happen, Simon.” You smiled, following him outside and nudging his shoulder playfully. “Leave her be. What’s the worst that could happen?”

He eyed you through a sideward glance.

“She’s not going to get pregnant.”

“If she’s with a little rat—“

“Stop.”

He lit his cigarette, taking a long inhale before shrugging. “That kid is not stepping one foot into this house.” The smoke escaped his mouth with each word, creating a momentary cloud around him. “Not when i’m here.”

“She’s growing up.”

“Too fast.” Simon shook his head with another long drag, the two of them stood in silence.

Being a father to a teenage girl was a new era of problems. Ones he was yet to even learn about never-mind tackle, and this was apparently one of them. The boyfriend dilemma. He was not immune to the dad feelings, resulting in many a phone call to Johnny who somehow knew everything. The man didn’t even have a family.

“Just invite the kid, see what happens. He’s hardly going to pull out an M9.”

“I’m not having him ‘round.”

“She can go to his then.”

“No she fucking can’t.”

In result, he was invited over. On one condition with his daughter, so was uncle Johnny.

Him and Simon were stood in the kitchen when the scrawny kid walked in. You had convinced your husband that holding his knife wasn’t a great idea, twirling it around his fingers before forcefully sticking it into the chopping board.

“Alright, son.” Johnny slapped a hand onto the kids back, ultimately welcoming him but also shoving him toward Simon.

“Sorry. That’s my uncle.” His daughter would point with her eyes, steering him away from her dad and to the seat furthest away. Many a death-stare had been shot across the table toward her father, all returned of course if it wasn’t for you stomping on Simon’s foot underneath it.

It was a mess, to say the least. Bar Johnny’s flamboyant stories that kept at least a drop of fun.

this was supposed to be a lot shorter but LMAOO you can’t convince me ghost wouldn’t recruit soap in this whole thing. THIS is canon. so many thoughts, such little brain.

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if you weren’t tagged i couldn’t get your blog!

[munsonsprincess11111]

Your under ar- where'd he go.

Eddie munson x hopper!reader

Summary: I'm living for Eddie x hoppers daughter so... Eddie gets arrested by hopper and daniels one night and he manages to run away. But he runs to your house. Still in cuffs.

"Don't make this harder, then it needs to be, munson," Hopper said, cuffing Eddie's hands behind his back. Eddie got caught driving while smoking a joint. Now he's pressed up against his van with hopper, cuffing him and Officer daniels taking notes.

Eddie starts to think. He could try to pick the cuffs, but the hopper would notice. Then he had an amazing idea. With his hands still close together, Eddie was able to slip two of the rings off of his left hand and hold them in his right.

He peeked over his shoulder quickly to see hopper looking at daniels as they spoke. Eddie moved his hands slightly to the left and threw them as hard as he could at the side of the van. Hopper let go of eddies back as his hand flew to the gun in his pocket. Officer daniels did the same.

With them both distracted Eddie bolted. He ran as fast as he could. "OH shit munson!" Hopper shouted behind him. But Eddie didn't stop. The to cops chase after him but they eventually run out of breath and have to stop. Giving Eddie the perfect escape route.

"How is that kid so fast?" Officer daniels pants. "Not a bloody clue" Hopper says whipping the swet off his head. But it leads Hopper to think. Where could he possibly go with cuffs on.

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Your laying in your bed listening to music quietly as you rearrange your room... again...

Els sat in the living room watching TV. She hears a knock at the door. An eager, frustrated, sounding knock. Els not allowed to answer the door. "Y/n, there's someone banging on the door." She calls out for you.

You exit your room and approach the living room door grabbing the bat by the door and checking the guns still behind the door. This could be anyone from a drunk Nancy to the government looking for el. Your taking no chances.

You open the door and raise the bat as a warning. "Christ y/n don't hit me." Eddie shouts. You lower the back seeing it only being your boyfriend. You rush him Inside confused by his antics. Then you see his hands in cuffs behind his back and him out of breath dripping with swet.

"Are you OK? Why are you in cuffs? What happend?" You panic slightly. Eddie steps to you trying to hold you but being stopped by the handcuffs... then looking annoyed and just pissed.

"Babe I'm fine. I was smoking a joint while driving home and I got pulled by your amazing father and daniels. Calm down hunny." Eddie says smiling at you. You guide him to the kitchen.

You go through the draw of keys seeing if one will fit in the key hole of the cuffs. To your luck one do and you free Eddie. He rubs his wrists and you see the red imprints the cuffs left on him. "Thanks princess" he says hugging you finally. You hug him back.

He looks down and kisses you sweetly. "What would I do without ya?" HE says keeping his face close to yours.

"Still be in handcuffs." You laugh kissing Eddie. He nods raising his brows. You stay like that in the kitchen for a moment when you hear the front door unlock, open, and get closed and locked.

You hear the drop of your dad's heavy boots. "You OK dad?" El askes frowning at him.

"I'm fine we arrested munson boy but he ran away and now I've lost another set of perfectly good cuffs to that little shit." HE complains about to el hanging his coat up. As he sits in his recliner you enter the living room smiling.

Before hopper can say anything Eddie steps in behind you swinging the cuffs on one finger. "OH these cuffs Jim?" Eddie askes grinning ear to ear. You look to your dad and see the annoyance take over. "You really ran away from me and came to my house." HE says angrily. Eddie nods still grinning.

Then your dad's eyes snap to you. "We had the key so I unlocked them." You say smiling worriedly. "OH relax babe he's just annoyed you got to see me before he did." Eddie says trying to get you out the shit for helping him.

"You know what I'm to tired for this shit. Munson you win this one but I'll get ya next time." Hopper says leaning back in his seat as el passes him a cup of tea. He smiles at her.

"Sure hop maybe I'll let you win when I get some bail money in let you feel victorious." Eddie says sitting next to you pulling you into his side. Everyone stays quiet as the show plays on the TV. You yawn and suggest bed and your dad tells Eddie he can stay the night door stays open. You enter your room and Eddie closes the door.

You change into one of Eddie's hoodies he left once and he just strips into boxers. You get into your bed and eddies hand finds your ass giving it a squeeze while smirking.

"Please stop getting in trouble with my dad I'm sick of getting the cuffs off of you." You mumble.

"NO promises." HE smirks eyes closed.

"Atleast try for me?" You ask moving closer.

"OK ill try." HE mumbles back in pretend annoyance.

"Thank you."

"I love you." He says kissing you sweetly.

"I love you too."

"I love you more."

"Bitch."

"You love it."

As you both start to drift off to sleep. Your door flings open "door. Stays. Open. For gods sake." You dad shouts walking off. You throw your head on the pillow as Eddie laughs quietly.

"See babe I'm made for causing trouble to your dad. I'm breaking the rules just laying here." HE smirks kissing you smirking.

He was an absolute idiot. But you wouldn't have him any other way.

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Stay at home Dad | Wooyoung

Summary: wooyoung attempts at being a stay at home Dad and you come home to him and the kids asleep

Notes: woo with kids is my biggest weakness omg

Warnings: none

When you came home that evening it was eerily quiet. The lights were turned on in every room and the amount of items sprawled out everywhere was enough to fill a swimming pool. The kitchen was a mess full of baby bottle pieces and what was most likely your husband's half-eaten meal. You were surprised to say the least, searching the house for the culprit.

You hadn't expected to see your bedroom as the only dark area. Pushing open the cracked door, you entered the room, the only light being the ongoing video that played from your husband's phone. He laid beside it on the bed, eyes closed as he snored softly.

You inched forward, peering around the side of the crib that was next to the bed. The bassinet was empty aside from its normal sheets. Glancing up, you finally spotted the small form resting peacefully on your husband's chest. Both the baby and him continued to sleep peacefully as you cooed in adoration.

"My goodness," you laughed quietly, finding yourself in awe at the image. Despite the reminder that even the bedroom was in disarray, you found yourself fawning over the cute picture before you. You stepped forward carefully, avoiding the items on the floor, wanting to see the image up close.

Like father like son.

Wooyoung's hand was gently over top of your son's back, holding him in place on his own chest. The two looked identical with their mouths wide open as they slept away. They even had matching moles on their bottom lips that stuck out under the phone light.

A sudden movement on the other side of the bed caught your attention. You peeked over Wooyoung to find another body sleeping peacefully. The shape of your toddler underneath the blanket could now faintly be seen. You held back a giggle as you noticed her foot placed right up against the side of her father's face. It took all the power in you not to take a picture, afraid the flash of a camera would wake them. There wasn't enough lighting to be able to see every detail either, so you settled at quietly escaping the room.

You began to work in the kitchen, finding the mess to be a bit easier. The food had gone bad for sitting out too long and the bottles just needed to be tossed in the electric cleaner, a courtesy gift from your mother-in-law, and you'd be practically finished with one room already. Just as you had completed that task, ready to move onto the living room, you were greeted by a sleepy figure.

"Welcome home," Woo yawned out, smiling sleepily at you.

You smiled back. "You're up?"

"Yeah, a certain smell woke me." He scrunched his nose up at the memory of your daughter's foot in his face. "I put the baby back in the crib."

You shuffled through a few toys, tossing them into their separate bins, Wooyoung also sitting on the rug and helping. "I'm surprised you managed to get him to sleep, he's been very colicky."

He nodded softly, still a bit tired. "I rubbed at his belly for awhile and it seemed to help."

The two of you sat in silence after, organizing a handful of things and leaving some for the morning. It was late, you both were tired, and it wasn't going to be long before one of your two children would wake. In order to get a nice warm shower, you needed to be quick.

After some time you managed to clean most of the house into decent shape again. Wooyoung was apologizing profusely, mentioning several times how he wanted it to be clean when you got home. But the story of how your toddler was adamant that the house wasn't clean spoke for itself. He finally accepted fate and let her tire herself out, leaving the house in disarray.

You gathered some items to change into while Woo moved your daughter into her own room. Thankfully, she stayed asleep as you both tip-toed about. He allowed you an escape as you rushed to take that relaxing shower you dreamt about all day.

"Come here," Wooyoung called out to you when you left the bathroom all fresh and changed. He sat on your shared bed, arms out expectantly as his lips formed a sweet pout. "I've been craving your cuddles."

Your heart melted once more for him, caving in quickly as you jumped into his grasp. You snuggled close, head dipping down into his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "Me too, " you mumbled quietly. "I've been dying to hold you."

He hummed a soft tune, hands grazing down the back of your head. The tender movements started to feel familiar as the gentle strokes to your hair turned into pats on your back. You felt his body relax against the mattress, the song becoming quieter and quieter every second.

"I feel like our son," you murmured, trying not to laugh as your husband's pats became faint. "You're singing me to sleep."

Your words were spoken into the dark bedroom but with no response. Wooyoung had already fallen fast asleep again, the exhaust from the day draining all his energy. You were glad there was at least a bit of his affection saved for you before the night ended. Finally, you drifted off in your own peacefully sleeping state, heart swelling with happiness.

[justmeinadaze]

So This Is Love (15 Years Later)(Steve X You)

Part of A Virtual Romance Universe

Warnings: Dad and Husband Steve/ Mom and Wife Fem Y/N, Fluffy smut filled with love, FLUFF, ANGST (slightly, nothing too dramatic)

Word Count: 4929

STEVE

Steve sighed as he loosened his tie while leaning against his car outside your shared home. He had been working extremely hard at his corporate job in hopes to get this new promotion so he’d be able to be home with his family a lot more. His current position had him traveling constantly, meeting with potential clients, and working late hours even when he was in town. 

He missed you and his children terribly but he was able to give his little family everything he had promised you 15 years ago when you two first started talking online. A two-story house in a city away from Hawkins with a pool and anything his children could ever ask for. His 13-year-old daughter Madison was enrolled in a good private school getting the best education possible and when his son Luke was old enough he could do the same without even flinching. 

You, as always, were perfect to him. You never asked for anything but he insisted on taking you out to fancy dinners, buying you beautiful gifts, and doing anything else he could think of to make you smile. The elephant in the room though always lingered and soon even he knew you two would have to address it. Even though he was able to financially take care of everything none of that mattered to you. You missed him just as much as he did you but with this new job everything would work out and he could be with you three more. He just needed to make it a little while longer. 

The sound of the tree in front of his house shaking caught his attention as he tilted his head to the side while he watched his eldest child quietly try to climb out of her bedroom before jumping to the ground below her. 

“SHIT! Dad, um, what are you doing home? You scared me.”

“I can imagine. Scared the hell out of me when I see my teenage daughter parkouring out of her bedroom at midnight.”

“Well, you know, I was just, uh, coming out front to, um, get some fresh air and then go right back to bed.”

“In your jeans and that ridiculously short I’m-going-to-set-it-on-fire-so-you-can-never-wear-it-again tank top?”

“Mom bought me this.”

“Yeah, sure, keep lying Madison. You’re already in a lot of trouble. Come on.”, Steve scolds as he ushers her towards the front door. 

As soon as it’s unlocked, he’s meet to an unusually lit up house.

“Honey? Everything ok?”

“Yeah! Luke just had a nightmare so we’re in here having a late-night snack.”, you answer from the kitchen. 

“Oh, I know the feeling. One of my nightmares just came true as I got home!”

“Steve Harrington, what the hell are you—“, you pause as you come around the corner, your eyes assessing the situation. “Going somewhere, Madi? Or just getting back?”

“Oooo Madi’s in trouble!”, her six-year-old brother teases as he points at his sister.

“Shut up, you little butthead!”

“OK! Head upstairs and we’ll talk in the morning. I’m going to check on you in a bit and if you aren’t there, Madison…”

“Alright, dad. I get it.”

“Hey, lose the attitude and give me your phone.”, you command as you hold out your hand.

“But mooooooom!”

“Oh, I know. I’m awful. Thank you.”, you sass as she slams her phone into your palm. 

“Hang on, Mad, before you go. Y/N, where did she get that shirt?”

“I bought it for her.”

“Told you.”, she retorts rolling her eyes as she stomps up the stairs. 

“She gets that attitude from you.”, Steve teases as he saunters over to give you a peck on the lips. “Alright, I tap you out. Let me put this monster back to bed and I’ll be right there.”

Luke beams as his dad lifts him effortlessly into his strong arms, wrapping his own tightly around his neck.

“Are you sure? You just got home.”

“I’m sure. Go relax, babe. I got this.”

***

Steve’s heavy, obnoxious exhale makes you giggle as he shuts the bedroom door and falls back first on to the bed.

“Escape artiest still in her room?”

“Yeah but we’re going to have to do something about that. Maybe, cut some of those limbs off the tree or get an alarm for the window. Can you believe that? 13 and she’s sneaking out already.”

“Well, when did you first sneak out?” Closing his eyes, he makes a sarcastic hm sound as he pretends to ignore you as you smile. “I also seem to remember a boy a bit older than her sneaking into my bedroom sometimes. Who could that have been, StealthyNinja02?”

“Uh huh.” Your smile grows as he tugs on your arm bringing you closer to him so you can rest your head on his chest. “By the way, are you trying to give me a heart attack? Why are you buying her shirts like that?”

“Steve, it’s a tank top.”

“It absurd.”

“Someone’s grumpy. Did you have a rough day at work?”

“Hm. I’m just ready to get that promotion so I can finally relax.”

“You CAN relax now you know. You don’t have to work so hard.”

“Hm…but I’m…so…close.”

Lifting your head, you glance at his face to see he was beginning to fall asleep. Reaching over him, you turned off his bedside lap and pull the covers over you both as your fingers caressed his cheek, down to his chest. 

“I just miss my prince charming.”

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YOU 

When you woke up that next morning, Steve was already gone and the empty bed pierced your heart as you sighed before getting up to start your day. You hated that he was away so much reminding you of lonely nights before you met your online crush. Even after you found out who he was, when he would drop you off, you hated that you couldn’t fall asleep beside him.

After you two graduated high school, he worked diligently to find you a place together and that first night you both slept better then you ever had in the past. He also did everything he could to get a job to make sure you two were taken care of but after you two got married and you became pregnant it amplified. It killed you more over these last few months how many things he had missed in the kid’s lives, not just for your children but him as well. Steve was an amazing father making you fall for him even more than you thought possible. When Madison was a few months old, you would come home from work to find him still dressed in a suit, rocking her around as he quoted Disney movies to her to make her smile. 

“Put ‘em together and what have you got? Bibbidi… bobbidi… boo.” 

At his last word, Steve poked her nose with his pinky making his daughter grin wide as she cooed up at him with big eyes as if he hung the moon.

 “Yeah, my love? Oh, such a pretty smile.”

When Luke became a toddler, he sat him down and showed him all of the Star Wars movies in one sitting. 

“Look at this, dude. Greatest twist in movie history right here.”

His son gasps when Vader tells Luke he is his father, pointing at the tv before throwing his hands in the air in surprise. 

“Da-ee! Dar Vader…his Da-ee!”

“I know! Didn’t see it coming did you?”

Steve loved you and his kids more than anything which is why he was trying to provide you three with the life he didn’t have growing up. You wished you could make him understand that he didn’t need to give you material things to do that. You guys just wanted him here.

***

“Hey, babe. Everything ok?”, you ask when Steve Facetimes you from his car in the middle of his workday. 

“Yeah, I’m alright. I just wanted to hear your voice. What are you doing?”

“I…am going through some of my clothes here…so I can figure out what to where for my works stupid costume thing this weekend. You’re still coming with me to that, right?”

“Of course. I’m curious to see how and why a media marketing firm decided on a costume party in the middle of February.”, he chuckles.  “Why are you digging in the closet? Are you going as ‘Sexy Mom’?”

“Wow. That was smooth, King Steve.”

“I still got some moves you haven’t seen, honey. I actually did want to talk to you about something. My boss wants me to go to Nashville tomorrow…” Steve pauses as he watches you freeze and heavily sigh. “I know, baby, I know but it’s just for two days. I’ll be back home by Friday for your party and then I was thinking on Sunday the four of us could go see a movie or something.”

“Steve…you just got back a few days ago and you’ve been working late shifts ever since.”

“I know—”

“You missed one of Madi’s games and you told Luke you were going to take him to the amusement park for a ‘just the guys’ day. They miss you, Steve.”

“I know, Y/N.”, he huffed in a much firmer tone than he meant to use. 

“I miss you… We haven’t had a date in a long time let alone made love. I mean don’t you…”, you cut yourself off and push down the emotions that try to push through. 

“Baby, look at me. I’m sooooo close. After this week, he’s announcing who’s taking over the new position. I just need a bit more time then I promise, honey, everything we have sacrificed will be worth it.”

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STEVE

“Hey, troublemaker.” Steve laughs through his teeth as his daughter rolls her eyes at him, turning around in her desk chair to face him. “I just wanted to check on you and say good night. I’m heading out tomorrow but I’ll be home by Friday. I told your mom on Sunday, maybe, we could all go see a movie.”

When Madison makes a hm sound in her throat and nods, he enters her room fully and takes a seat on her bed. 

“Talk to me, Mad. What are you thinking?”

Sighing, her big, beautiful eyes meet his reminding him of when she was much smaller and she would always watch him talk. It was like she was absorbing everything he said whether she understood it or not. 

“I just…you say you’ll be home by Friday but we know you won’t. Something always comes up.”, she shrugs. “It’s not a big deal but I know it bugs mom. On nights you aren’t here, she always wears one of your shirts and, um, on days you say you’ll be back and you aren’t…she cries.”

Steve’s heart shatters in his chest at the thought of you laying alone at night in one of his button ups or t-shirts, hugging yourself as you cried. 

“I’m sorry, Madison. I really am. I’m supposed to get this premotion soon so I don’t have to keep leaving or staying away from the house so long.”

“I know, dad. I really hope you get it because you deserve it.”

***

Your eyes watch him with sadness as he walks back and forth from the closet to the suitcase on the bed as he packs. 

Grabbing one of his socks, he tosses it at your chest making you smile when you catch it.

“Hey. Look at me. I promise, honey. I’ll be home in two days, ok?” When all you do is nod, he scoots his bag to the side and crawls in beside you, promptly pulling you into his arms. “I love you, Ouyay.”

Steve grins when he feels your body jiggle as you laugh against his chest. 

“I love you to, Stealthy.”

Throughout your entire relationship thus far, you never made him feel little or stupid. You never made him feel invisible and you loved him for who he was, not who he had pretended to be. 

That morning when his alarm went off, he lagged in bed much longer than he should have. His palm caressed your cheek as his eyes racked over your sleeping face. The first time you fell asleep beside him, he felt like the happiest man in the world. Growing up in his house was incredibly lonely and not just because his parents were never there. His father was always scolding him to be better and his mother was always preoccupied with his dad. 

When he went to school, everyone around him didn’t truly know who he was. He was constantly pretending to be royalty so the popular kids would like him but he still felt alone even amongst the sea students. The only time he ever felt seen was when he was IMing you which even he understood at the time was ironic since he didn’t know yet who you were. 

Now he had his own family and he desperately wanted to show you how much he appreciated you and his life. This would be the last time you would wake up without him there. The last time you handled everything alone because he was too far away to help. The last time you would cry yourself to sleep because after this trip, he was going to be home more. He would get that promotion and finally be able to relax. Steve could finally go back to being the husband and father he always wanted to be.

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YOU

StealthyNinja02: Hey, babe.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Lol Steve Harrington, why do you always change your name in my phone before you leave?

StealthyNinja02: Because you love it :). This is how we met, Y/N! Gotta keep it alive even though no one IMs anymore. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Yeah. The kids DM now I’m told. 

StealthyNinja02: I have no idea what that means.

StealthyNinja02: Lol. How was your day?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: It was good. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: The three of us went to the mall and the kids helped me pick out a costume for the party tomorrow. I couldn’t find an outfit in my closet I liked and Madi insisted I needed something new. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I think you’ll like it. 

StealthyNinja02: Oh yeah? Is it short? Lol. 

StealthyNinja02: Hey, are the kids around? I need to talk to you about something.

When you tell him no, his face illuminates your screen and you smile when his soft features fill up your Facetime. 

“Hey, handsome.”

“Hey beautiful. Fuck I miss you so much.”

“Is that what you needed to tell me without the kids around?”, you laugh. “Thankfully, this is your last trip so you won’t be missing me anymore. You’ll be right here.”

The smile he had been wearing faltered slightly and you knew before he even said a word.

“Your boss planned another trip for you, didn’t he?”

“No, no he didn’t but, um, he elongated this one.”

“So, when will you be home?”

“…Monday…” Sarcastically smirking, you place your face in your hand as you try to control the urge to cry in frustration. “Baby, look at me. I know. That’s why I wanted to talk to you. I’m so fucking confused. We need this promotion but—”

“No, Steven, YOU need this promotion. Your family needs you. It shouldn’t be that confusing.”

“What do you want me to do, Y/N? Go home, quit my job, and lose everything we’ve worked so hard for?!”

“YOU’VE worked so hard for. I never asked you for this massive house, the money, or anything else material you throw our way! If that’s the man I wanted I would have encouraged you to stay that cocky asshole from high school! God, I feel like I’m married to your father!”

Your eyes squeezed shut as soon as the words left your mouth. You didn’t mean for them to come out as harshly as they did.

“Is that really how you feel?”

When you finally open your eyes again, his own are glaring through the phone lens as he waits for your answer. When the conversation started, he had been sitting in a hotel bed but now he was on his feet pacing in front of a window. 

“You think I’m like my dad? You think I’m not out here busting my ass?! That I’m fucking other women and just living it up while you’re at home with our kids.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Hm. Enlighten me then, Y/N. What exactly are you saying?”

“I know you work hard, Steve. I know you spend hours and late nights doing whatever your boss asks as a means to an end. While you’re in your office or in a hotel miles away do you know what I see? I get to see that disappointed look on our kid’s faces because you broke another promise. I see Madi excited that she was asked to a dance by the guy she liked but heartbroken because you weren’t here to see the dress she bought. I see Luke putting things like books and movies he wants to experience on hold all because he wants to wait till you’re here so he can do that with you. He hasn’t even watched the trailer for that new Star Wars movie because he wants to see it for the first time with you.”

“I see you in them, Steve. Every story you told me when we started talking and after we started dating when it comes to your dad… I see it in their faces when you’re not here. They miss you… I miss you.”

“Madi said you cry at night sometimes.”

“Fuck. I didn’t know she could hear that.”

“I don’t like that. I don’t like you or them…being in pain.”

“Then come home, baby. Please…”

“I’ll, um, I’ll see what I can, um…Maybe I can get everything done and be home by Saturday afternoon.”

Your heartbreaks as a heavy exhale leaves your chest. 

“Don’t bother. I’m not going to give them hope for you to hurt them by not showing up. Just stay there and do what you need to do.”

“Y/N, wait—”

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YOU & STEVE

Your eyes sullenly take in the people around you at the hotel your company booked for this event. Everyone around you was wearing something “elegant” or sexy choosing to forgo any kind of traditional Halloween garb making you smile at the thought of Steve’s question a few nights ago. 

Your daughter and son picked out the white, full-length dress you were currently wearing that was sleeveless minus lace that wrapped around both biceps and flowed down your arms. 

“Guys, it’s a costume party! What am I supposed to be?”, you giggle. 

“You said you and dad dressed up like a prince and a princess right? Well now you’re a queen.”, your daughter beamed as she straightened your garment.

“A beautiful queen!”, Luke added. “King and Queen Harr-en-ton.”

You had picked out a matching mask and allowed your eldest to do your hair as it flowed freely around your shoulders. 

As the next song began to play, a strangled laugh left your throat as you were transported back one of the first flirty conversations you had with Steve over IM when you two started talking. 

“What day is it

And in what month?

This clock never seemed so alive

I can't keep up, and I can't back down

I've been losing so much time.”

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Oh my god, Stealthy, no! That song is cliché. 

StealthyNinja02: Look, I may not know most songs on the radio but this one is going to be a classic! I’m telling you. 

StealthyNinja02: The first time I heard it, it actually made me think of you. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: No it didn’t. Lol. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: You’ve never even seen me ; ).

StealthyNinja02: And it's you and me…And all of the people…And I don't know why…

I can't keep my eyes off of you :) 

StealthyNinja02: Don’t need to to know you’re beautiful <3. 

“Excuse me, ma’am. May I dance with you?”

At the sound of his voice, your eyes shot up to meet his before you took in the rest of him. Steve had styled his hair slicked back and out of his face with a black button up with the collar around his neck. The black vest and jacket flattered his upper torso to say the least and was complimented by the black slacks and matching shoes. 

After taking his palm, he led you to the middle of the dance floor, placing his hand on your lower back as he held your other hand in the air to the side. 

“Where did you get this ensemble on such short notice?”

“Well, my daughter is a very sneaky teenager and when I showed up at the house looking for my princess, she told me where she was and showed me this outfit she found that matched her mothers.”

“Hm. My kids told me I’m no longer a princess but a beautiful queen.”

“They are absolutely correct.”

“I’m so sorry, honey.”, he murmurs as you wrap both arms around his neck and he pulls you closer to his chest. “I got so caught up in trying to give you guys everything I never had that I guess I just got lost.”

“There's something about you now

That I can't quite figure out

Everything she does is beautiful

Everything she does is right.”

“Steve, you know we appreciate everything you do. Both of our kids could have everything they ever asked for financially and I love that that’s something we don’t have to worry about when it comes to them. But it kills me to see that heartbreak in their eyes…”

“And you? How do you feel? Every time we have this conversation, you never tell me how it affects you.”

“Because I can handle it. I did it before with you.”

“You used to cry yourself to sleep in high school?”

“No… I guess I just got used to falling asleep with you that now it just hurts. I miss you, Steve.” He tenderly kisses your forehead as you two continue to sway. “It’s been lonely out here without you.”

As you whisper the words he said to you the first time you two were intimate, something ignites inside him as he grips your hand and tugs you towards the elevators in the lobby. 

“Steve, where are we—”

The ding of the elevator cuts you off and you follow him in, watching as he presses a floor number, and wait as you let him guide you where he needs. 

Taking a key out of his pocket, he unlocks a room and as soon as the door closes behind you, he pushes you against the nearby wall and crashes his lips to yours. There’s a passion and neediness behind both your kisses that you haven’t felt in a while. It had been so long since you two were able to be together this way and you needed him just as desperately. 

As he lifts the hem of your dress, you fumble with his belt buckle, push his pants and boxers to his ankles, and spit in your hand before stroking it along his incredibly hard, leaking cock. Steve groans, finding the waistband of your panties, and sliding his hand through to your core. As his fingers play with your clit, you pump and twist your hand around him, smiling as he pants against your lips. 

“Did-Didn’t you say—fuck—didn’t you say you had a fantasy when y-you went home from the dance in school?”, you tease as your tongue licks his bottom lip making him grunt with need. After lifting off your dress, you fall to knees and take him into your waiting mouth as he mewls at the feeling. 

“Shit…just like that, baby.” You felt him moving above you and your eyes flicked to his as he practically tore off the rest of his suit before his fingers came down to tangle in your hair. “Your mouth always feels so good.” 

As your head bobbed, your tongue swirled around him as it traced along his slit and down his veins making his eyes roll while he held you tighter. A growl abruptly left his chest as he bent down to collect you, throwing you over his shoulder as he carried you to the mattress, and tossed you onto it.

After tossing away your mask, Steve kissed the length of your body till his palms reached your thighs and opened them wide as he shoved his face into your cunt. His mouth and tongue devoured you like a man possessed as you tried to catch your breath.

“S-Steve…baby, please…oh my god…”

Your hips bucked against his movements as he mewled in response, the vibration making you whimper. Reaching above his head, his middle and ring fingers found their way into your mouth and you sucked them eagerly, coating them with your salvia before he quickly pulled them away and guided them into your heat.

“Steve! I can’t…I…fuck…”

His thumb on his opposite hand replaced his mouth as he hastily rubbed your bundle of nerves matching the pace of his digits inside you.

“Yes, you can, honey. Cum for me.”

Arching your back, you came harder than you had in a long time, panting against the mattress as he kissed up your body.

Gripping his neck, you spun him on to his back making him moan as you grinded your pussy lips along his cock. 

“Fuck, baby, d-don’t tease me. I want to feel you.” Reaching between your bodies, you both mewl as you hold his shaft and gradually lower yourself onto his length. “That’s it, Y/N, shit.”

You and Steve had been together for over 15 years and even now you still struggled a bit with his size. The first time you had him without a condom, he grunted and growled saying he could feel your pussy stretching trying to take him. That night he came quickly, apologizing profusely before making it up to you. You didn’t care, lost in your haze of bliss and giddiness at the fact that you that effect on him. 

Even now, his head tilted back as his jaw went slack and his fingers gripped your hips when he was fully sheathed inside of you. 

“Look at me, Steve. Please.”, you cooed as you tilted so your forehead could rest on his. When he did what you asked, you began grinding and rolling your waist, groaning as his tip hit that sensitive spot inside of you. “I love you so much.”

His strong arms wrapped around your back tightly as his hand clung to the back of your neck. 

“I love you to, Y/N. Ride my dick, sweetheart. Make yourself cum. I need to feel it. It’s been so long.”

“Too long.”, you breathily giggle making him smile underneath you as he moves some of your hair away from your face. 

“That’s my girl. Fuck. Harder.”

Lifting yourself up, your hands used his chest as leverage as you bounced on his cock as hard as you could. Chanting his name, your body trembled as you came. He barely gave you time to recover as he hastily pulled out, flipping you over on to your stomach before roughly slamming back into your still quivering hole. 

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, still so fucking tight.”

“C-Cum, Steve. Cum inside me.”

“Yeah? You want my cum, honey?”

Clinging to your hips, he pounded into you till you heard him loudly grunt and whimper your name as his release warmed your insides. 

Gently leaning over your back, his lips danced with yours as he continued to milk his cock with your now aching pussy. 

“I love you, Y/N. I’m so sorry I hurt you. Everything’s going to different, baby, I promise.”, he whispered in your ear. 

You didn’t say anything as he climbed off you and hurried towards the bathroom to get a rag to clean between your legs. After climbing back into bed, he tugged you to his side, humming when your fingers ran along the skin of his chest and stomach. 

“I mean it. After our phone call, I confronted my boss and told him I wasn’t doing anymore long hours or trips like these. I told him I deserved that promotion and shouldn’t have to keep proving how good of an employee I am.” Steve’s eyes met yours when he felt your head tilt to look at him waiting for an answer. “He said I was right.”

“Steve…”

“I got the promotion.”

“Oh my God!”, you exclaimed as you climbed on top of him and passionately kissed his lips as he laughed against yours.

“He also gave me a week off so I thought the four of us could do something fun. Go on vacation or whatever.”

“I don’t think the kids care as long as they get to spend time with you.”

“Hm. Yeah, let’s see how Madi feels about me after I nail her window shut.” You giggle as you fall to his side again and squeeze him tightly as he continues to grin while playing with your hair.

“So, my queen, how long do we have the babysitter for?”

“Till midnight, sire.”

Glancing at the hotel clock, he chuckles as he flips you on to your back, laying on top of you with most of his weight shifted onto his elbows. 

“Well, this is our castle, babe. I don’t think you’ll turn into a pumpkin if we’re a few minutes late.”

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[thousandfourhundreddays]

1&7 deserves to be written somehow 🫶🏻

Just One Kiss

Xmas 2022 series

A/n Combining a few requests in one as prompt one got alot of love…❤️‍🔥 “Hey Hey, how about a #1 of the christmas prompts with Mason when he tries to get you under the mistletoe but you're with your family and are too shy to kiss him in front of them” & “Heyy, can you do 1 and 6 from christmas prompt list with Mason please! Love your writing xx”

“Kiss me”

“Huh?” You questioned, spinning round at the sound of Masons voice, startling you slightly as he stole your attention from your phone screen. It was Christmas Eve, and you were stood amidst the chaos that was your parents house having made the journey up to spend Christmas in your home town.

Your eyes focused on the man in front of you as you slipped your phone into your back pocket, yet your brows pulled together, a silent request for him to repeat his words. Yet he didn’t, a boyish smile smeared across his face as his eyes simply darting upwards in response. Following his gaze, you too tilted your head, a scoff slipping past your lips as you realised what he was after, your eyes landing on a branch of mistletoe right above where your bodies met in the doorway. “You wish” you teased, your lips lifting into a coy smile as you attempted to turn away from him, conscious of the fact that most of your family stood in the same room. Not that it bothered you much, but you could already imagine the way the kitchen would erupt in cheers and whoops and mocking, totally innocent, yet utterly annoying.

But before you could get away, you felt Masons soft grasp around your wrist, gently pulling you back towards him, the feeling of his warm skin on yours sending butterflies through your stomach. “I don’t make the rules, babe, come on” he argued, his voice dripping in smugness.

“Stop trying to get me under the mistletoe” you said, putting on your best uninterested face, yet you knew it was a battle you were never going to win, if it wasn’t for Masons determination, then your ridiculously strong inability to say no to him.

“Come on, baby” he whispered “just one kiss”

“Are you sure you want to be snogging me when my dads in the same room?” You teased, both knowing full well your dads already caught your kissing one too many boys in your lifetime.

“Will you be my new years kiss then?” He questioned quietly as he brought his hands to cup your face, fingers tangling into your hair at the nape of your neck, lips hovering impossibly closer to your own as you grinned at each other shamelessly, “or not? Because your Dad’s gonna be there?” You saw the glint in his eyes as he took full advantage of your shyness.

“Stop talking, Mount” you giggled, desperate to escape his teasing, and just as you’d expected, you’d caved to your weakness that was Mason Mount, raising onto your tiptoes and pressing your lips softly against his, just like you’d done a thousand times before, yet he never failed to set your skin alight, a familiar yet electrifying shiver running down your spine as a low hum slipped through his lips. You lowered yourself back down onto your heels in an attempt to pull away, yet Mason only swooped down to your level to meet your lips again. And suddenly, your awareness of your surroundings vanished as you felt Masons hands trail down your waist, any concern for who was watching slipping away slowly as you melted into him,

“Watch those hands, Mount” a voice boomed from behind you as his hands began to slip a little below appropriate.

The familiar sound of your Dad’s unimpressed voice filled the room, both you and Mason snapped your head towards the sound, a unimpressed look on his face as he sent Mason a warning glare, one you recognised as teasing, but Mason wasn’t so sure. As much as he liked to give off the tough guy, scary Dad approach, you knew he loved Mason.

You turned back to Mason, desperate to escape the shameful stare being sent your way, but you couldn’t stop your laughter when your saw the stunned expression on his face, eyes wide, lips gaping in search of words,

“Oh, you’re on the naughty list”

[hwanchaesong]

↗🏢Entering 5th floor: A drug that is more addictive, sweeter than honey, more dangerous than a crime— all equates to you. 🌌

🎧: Chase Atlantic - Falling

wc: 1.0k

genre & warnings: fluff, sprinkle of angst, cursing, hints of friends to lovers, college setting, sneaking out at night, driving, jokes that might be sensitive to some (mental hospital and dying are mentioned), etc etc

a/n: this is a part of The Paradise Hotel series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

The knocks on your glass window made your soul escape your body for a second, waking up your whole sleepy being and alerting you of a possible intruder.

You were about to call 911 but the shadow figure spoke from outside in a hushed, familiar voice.

"It's me, Kai! Please don't call the police on me."

You cringed at the way he perfectly replicated your thoughts through words, detaching yourself from your study table after 16 hours and trudging towards your window.

Pushing the curtains aside revealed your best friend since birth, clinging to the branches of an oak tree, beaming and motioning for you to do something.

You couldn't quite comprehend what he wanted, so you opened the window and asked him in an aggressive manner, with the decibel above a whisper, "What the hell do you want?"

He then points down, your eyes following the direction and only then did you notice his parked car outside your gates.

"No." you said, crossing your arms and was about to close the window but he went wild. Doing kinds of gestures before explaining his motives for the late night visit.

"You could use some break, Y/N. You've been studying non-stop." he pouts, and you can see how sincere he is.

You sigh, looking back at the stacks of paper and endless tabs on your laptop that you have yet to read.

"But-"

"No buts! Come on, Y/N! You need to have some fun too or else you're gonna go crazy soon enough." he then stopped talking, pondering what to say next and you wait for him to finish, "I really don't want to visit you in a mental hospital."

You rolled your eyes at his joke, "Ugh! Fine."

He cheers and you watch him struggle to go down the tree, laughing to yourself before quietly slipping out of your house, meeting your friend who is already waiting for you.

"You don't need to act cool." you remarked, judging his rehearsed pose, leaning on his car with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Way to ruin it, bestie." he says, tossing you the car keys to which you clumsily caught.

"Wai-! What? Hyuka, I can't." you whined, your eyes literally begging him to not make you do this.

Unfortunately for you, since you dissed his cool as fuck pose a while ago, he's not willing to listen to your pleas.

"Nuh uh." he says firmly, opening the driver's door for you to get in, "I've taught you this a million times. You can do it."

He waits for you to enter the vehicle before going to the passenger's seat, making himself comfortable while you sweat yourself to death due to your nerves.

It is true that he has taught you how to drive, even without your license, (not a million times though), but it still makes you anxious.

What if you get into an accident?

What if someone carnaps you while you're in the middle of nowhere?

What if-

"Hey," Huening's calming voice snaps you out of your worries, his hand covering your shaky one, "take a deep breath and calm down. You'll be okay, I'm here with you."

Your glassy orbs met his, and for a moment you felt like the problems on your shoulders have been thrown away.

He always has this effect on you.

When everything is becoming too much to handle, Huening Kai seems to sweep you off of your feet like a divine intervention, giving you a sense of comfort and ease.

"If we die tonight, just know that my father will hunt our ghosts." you joke and he waves it off, saying that he doesn't care about your uptight dad.

You revved the engine up, slowly driving away from your suburbs and out in the city.

It was a fair trip, all is well and you're actually having fun, especially when Kai turned up some street music.

Then all of a sudden, in a dimly lit street, and just when you were daring enough to drive into higher speeds, a cat decided to cross the street.

The car came to a screeching halt, your yells surprising Huening to no end while he also shouts some curses.

"What the fuck was that?!" you wailed, clutching your chest in an attempt to cool your racing heart.

The adrenaline pumping through your veins made you act recklessly, but the funny thing was, you don't mind what happened.

"My god!" Kai laughs, you know that crazy sounding one, and that had you cackling with him.

He peeks at your giggling form, and he thinks that it's illegal for you to be this intoxicatingly gorgeous.

He unconsciously puts a hand on your cheek, his index finger tracing the dark bags under your eyes.

"You haven't been sleeping, have you?" he asks, and your mood becomes sullen when you are reminded of your looming responsibilities in life.

You think it's time to open up to your best friend.

"Been studying non-stop instead." you laugh weakly, removing his hand on your cheek and holding it on yours, playing with his fingers absentmindedly, "It's an important exam and my family wants me to be the top of my class. The pressure has been killing me, to be honest."

Huening's eyes soften, taking the initiative to intertwine his fingers with yours, "I'm proud of you."

You were shocked, happy, and overwhelmed for some reason, "I haven't even done anything yet." you rebut, gazing at his prince-like features.

"You are doing your best, and I'm proud of you for that. Have always been and will always be." he confesses, his words making you feel loved and cared for, appreciated.

"Thank you, Hyuka. That means a lot to me."

It was a tender moment, delicate at its best. Still, you two are on this together, so you only have one thing to do.

Keep stirring the wheel until you're both lost in your dreams and success.

"You're welcome, Y/N. Now, continue driving and let's get some drive-thru." he orders, giving the back of your hand a light peck before letting it go to allow you to drive.

Rolling your eyes at his sassiness, you flipped him off, "Aye aye, captain."

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Hi how about „things you said when you were drunk“ 🤭

tysm for the prompt! i decided to make this during “blame it on the alcohol”, in a possible scenario that could’ve happened once kurt took a drunken blaine back to his house. hope you enjoy !!

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson

Rating: G

Word Count: 1014

Prompt: 11 - things you said when you were drunk

if you would like to send me a prompt, you can do so here!

fic can be read under the cut <3

The effort it took to haul Blaine up to his bedroom was far from an easy task. He was entirely inebriated and as a consequence, terribly unstable on his feet. There was a moment where Kurt was fully convinced that Blaine was going to accidentally fall down the stairs, but somehow they made it — and they didn’t even wake his dad, thank god.

When Blaine spoke, it was entirely too loud. “I can’t believe how-”

“Shhh!” Kurt corrected urgently. “My family is asleep, remember?”

“Right, sorry!” Blaine whisper-shouted, and Kurt supposed it was better than nothing. “I can’t believe how fun that was.” Kurt got them both into his bedroom, softly closing the door behind them in hopes that the barrier would muffle most of Blaine’s giddy chattering. “Did you see my duet with Rachel?”

“Yep. It sure was a duet,” Kurt replied and he could admit quietly to himself that he was bitter. It didn’t matter that Rachel was drunk; she knew that Kurt liked Blaine. It wasn’t a secret by any stretch. So for her to kiss him like she had and then sing with him afterwards, it felt a bit like betrayal.

Blaine leaned into Kurt happily, blissfully unaware of Kurt’s slightly sour mood. “God, she really is talented, huh?” He praised and Kurt couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“Oh yeah, she’s brilliant,” he replied sarcastically, most definitely not bitter. Kurt helped Blaine until he was seated on the foot of the bed. There was no way that Kurt was successfully going to be able to get Blaine into sleepwear, he realized upon looking over Blaine’s disheveled form. His burgundy cardigan sat on him messily and his curls had all but escaped the confines of its gel. The best thing he could do was just let Blaine go to sleep as he was.

Plus, if he focused on that, it would serve better to distract him from the fact that Blaine Anderson was in his bedroom. His very obvious crush. On his bed.

He was also shit-faced drunk. And had just kissed Rachel Berry about an hour before. That was decidedly less sexy.

“Alright, loverboy, you need some sleep.” Kurt helped Blaine out of his shoes and urged him up to where his head was resting on the pillows.

“You seem upset,” Blaine acknowledged and Kurt was met with the saddest, wettest eyes that he’d ever seen Blaine manage. “Why are you upset?”

“I’m not upset. Just a little annoyed that I’m having to babysit you.” Well, that was at least somewhat true.

“No, you’re definitely upset…” Blaine argued with a bit of drunken hurt in his voice. “Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?”

“You’re fine, Blaine,” he stated. He didn’t want to have this conversation. Not at all, but certainly not while Blaine was drunk.

Blaine gasped then, as if coming to some sort of realization, and sat up in bed. “Is this about Rachel? Are you mad that I kissed her?”

“Blaine. You’re drunk. This is not the time to talk about this.” Kurt pulled the covers up over Blaine’s chest, hovering over him to meet his gaze. “So go to bed. You’re probably going to be hungover in the morning.”

It was then that Blaine reached up and held Kurt’s face in his hands. The gesture caught Kurt off guard and it was all he could do stare at Blaine with a wide-eyed, stunned look. Blaine, however, did not seem to register Kurt’s shock as he began to ramble. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, Kurt.”

“Blaine, seriously, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not fine!” Blaine interjected a bit too loudly. Kurt immediately shushed him and pulled Blaine’s hands away from his face. He looked towards his closed door for a moment, waiting in nervous anticipation for someone to open it to find out what all the noise was. When nobody came, Kurt was able to relax just a fraction. He opted to hold Blaine’s hands instead since the boy was feeling particularly touchy tonight, and returned his attention to him.

“It’s not fine,” Blaine continued, quieter this time. “I shouldn’t have kissed Rachel in front of you, especially when I know that you have a crush on me.”

“Blaine, we really don’t need to talk about this-”

“Lemme finish! Y’know I would’ve kissed you too, right?” Blaine stated through slightly slurred speech and—

Wait. What?

“You’re so nice to me and handsome and I would’ve kissed you. But you’re also my best friend and I don’t wanna mess things up with my best friend ‘cause I’ve like, never dated anyone before. And I don’t want us to end up like how things did with Jeremiah ‘cause that was like, super embarrassing. So I can’t date you even though you want me too and I kinda want to ‘cause you’re my best friend and it would be so sucky if I screwed that up.”

While it was certainly a bit of word vomit on Blaine’s end, Kurt still thought that he understood what Blaine was getting at. And at its most basic level, Kurt already knew that this was Blaine’s sentiment. He liked the friendship that he and Kurt had and really didn’t want to jeopardize that.

However, listening to Blaine now, pouring his (albeit drunken) feelings out to Kurt like this felt much more honest and raw. And with it being past midnight and with him just watching Blaine hang all over Rachel for two hours, it was all too much. Blaine was all too much.

“Go to bed, Blaine,” is what he decided to say in response.

Blaine pouted, but didn’t argue. “Fine, but only ‘cause my room is spinning and closing my eyes makes it stop.” He laid back down on the pillows then and Kurt let out a sigh of relief. Blaine yawned, getting comfortable beneath the covers. “We’re gonna talk ‘bout this tomorrow, though.”

“You probably won’t even remember this by tomorrow,” Kurt replied, but Blaine was already asleep.

God, he hoped that Blaine wouldn’t remember this tomorrow.

[didyoutrydynamite]

The Compromise

Scene: *Jaune and Lucien walking through the woods outside their home. It is just a week away from Beacon’s initiation and just before the night Jaune was going to make his escape. But things have drastically changed now that Lucien has come home early from his working trip, barged into the house not too long ago and demanded that they take a walk outside together, bringing them to now. Neither have yet to say a single word and the mood is palpably tense.*

Jaune: S-so, how was the hunting trip?

Lucien: I cut it short. While I was out there I had gotten an interesting call from an old colleague of mine. Have I ever told you about Glynda Goodwitch?

Jaune: Um, I don’t think so.

Lucien: Used to go to Beacon around the time I was a student. Even now she’s still there as a teacher. She called me because she happened to come upon your transcripts and wanted to confirm some details with me.

Jaune: Dad-

Lucien: *Holds his hand up to silence Jaune* To say I’m disappointed would be an understatement.

Jaune: *Looks down, feeling the weight of guilt hit him*

Lucien: *Continues, his tone firm* Do you have any idea what kind of position you've put me in? The position you’ve placed yourself in? Thank the Brothers it was Glynda who caught it first so I could straighten this out!! *Grumbles to himself* At least before that conniving bastard had gotten to it first. Ozpin would have snatched you up in a heartbeat.

Jaune: I’m sorry…

Lucien: You’re sorry?! What were you thinking!? What was the plan?! That you waltz into one of the most dangerous schools in the world with no training, no prior knowledge, no AURA, and walk back out a Huntsman?!

Jaune: *Voice wavering* I just... I wanted it so badly, Dad.

Lucien: Wanted what? To throw your life away?! Because this is-

Jaune: I WANTED TO BE LIKE YOU!

Lucien: *Taken aback by Jaune’s outburst, his expression softens, a mix of surprise and concern* Jaune...

Jaune: *His voice breaks* The Arcs have always been great warriors. You've always been this incredible Huntsman, this hero, and I... I'm nothing like that. I wanted to prove that I could be someone like you, that I wasn't just a failure.

Lucien: Jaune, I have never thought of you as a failure.

Jaune: Then why won’t you give me a chance?! Why do you refuse to train me!?

Lucien: It’s not that simple-

Jaune: -Why don’t you believe I can be a hero too?!

Lucien: Because you can be anything!

Jaune: *Taken aback*

Lucien: *Takes a deep breath* My father never left room for choice. Since I could walk, he placed a weapon in my hand, grooming me solely for the life of a Huntsman... And now, Jaune, I’m trapped. I have a wife and eight children, and the only way I know to provide for them is through a life of combat, never knowing if it will be the last time I see any of you again. It's not that I regret the path I've taken. It’s a job that needs doing, and if it meant finding the love of my life and having the most wonderful kids in the world, I'd make the same choices again. But there isn't a day that passes when I don't wish I could leave the Hunt for good, put down my weapon, and just live out the rest of my days safe at home with my family.

Jaune: *Quietly* Dad I didn’t know…

Lucien: *Sighs heavily, his eyes reflecting a mixture of regret and understanding* You couldn't have known, Jaune. I’ve done all I could to hide it. I wanted you to have choices not burdens. I won’t make the same mistakes my father did, so I want you to be able to be anything and know I still love you.

Jaune: *Silent for a long moment* Then let me do this.

Lucien: *Expression softens* There's equal honor in living as a good man as there is in being a skilled warrior, Jaune.

Jaune: Then I want to live as both.

Lucien: *Takes a long sigh, closing his eyes as he frustratingly runs his fingers through his hair.* One. Year.

Jaune: What?

Lucien: *Opens his eyes* Give me one year to shape you up. If you still want Beacon after that, I'll put in the application myself.

Jaune: Really?!

Lucien: *Raises a finger* But there are conditions.

Jaune: Name it! I’ll do anything.

Lucien: First, you have to finish high school and earn your GED.

Jaune: Of course!

Lucien: And I'm not talking about barely scraping by. I want you on the honor roll.

Jaune: A's and B's! Got it!

Lucien: Next, you have to join either a sport, a club, or some other activity this year.

Jaune: *Confused* What? Why?

Lucien: Because it builds character and life experience. Plus, whether Beacon happens or not, this is your last year to enjoy being a kid. Trust me, savor it while you can. Take this extra year to make memories with your friends and family.

Jaune: *Silent for a moment, then nods* Right. I will.

Lucien: And lastly, I'll be the one in charge of your training. Over the next year, we'll be delving into the basics to ensure you're ready. You'll follow my instructions to the letter, the way I instruct you and when I instruct you. I'll be shaping you just like my old man shaped me. Unfortunately for you - we've got only a year to nail this down. Fail my training, you can forget about Beacon entirely. Understood?

Jaune: *Gulps* Understood, sir.

Lucien: *Stern* I need you to Arc’s Promise me that you understand.

Jaune: Arc’s Promise!

Lucien: *Deeply sighs* Alright then. First things first. I need to activate your Aura.

Jaune: Wait, you can do that?

Lucien: Anyone with Aura can do it. Now, stop talking, and come here.

Jaune: *Walks up to his dad* 

Lucien: *Places a hand on his son's shoulder, then focuses* For it is in honor that we wield our swords. Through this, we become guardians of justice, defenders of the weak against the tides of injustice. Noble in purpose and unswayed by temptation, I release your soul, and by my valor, standby thee.

Jaune: *Feels the Aura flow through him, awakening something inside.* Woah…

Lucien: *Genuinely looks impressed.* Woah is right. If you got one thing going for you already, it looks like you have a hell of alot of Aura. *Softly smiles* That’ll come in handy.

Jaune: *Smiles and hugs his dad* Thanks dad.

Lucien: *Hugs his son back* You’re welcome, son. By the way, you’re grounded until school starts.

Jaune: What?!

Lucien: Consider yourself under house arrest for the rest of summer break. I’ll be damned if I did all this just for you to sneak off to Beacon anyways. Also, you committed a felony.

Jaune: Yeah, fair enough. And don’t worry dad, I won’t be going anywhere just yet. I mean, like you said it’s just one more year, what could I possibly miss?

A/N: So this is basically the new idea I've been playing around with. An Au where Jaune doesn't get into Beacon and experience Volume 1-3 with the rest of the main cast, but instead trains with his dad for the next year to prepare legitimately for the next school year. This will mostly follow Jaune's home life and training in his home village along with his family and a cast of friends and other characters around. Name is still a work in progress, but I think for now I'll call it the One Year Au.

[shiro-ravs]

hii<3 can u do an one shot where mark hoffman is y/n's dad and gets mad when amanda is flirting with y/n?

amanda x reader

synopsis: you get grounded by your dad (hoffman) as amanda is flirting with you.

tw: age gap (y/n is 18, amanda is 30); hair pulling; sex toys; light spanking; dom amanda; sub y/n; lesbian; calling names; mommy amanda

You and your dad are just walking out of the place where Amanda is working on her new trap. Hoffman, John's apprentice and also your father - was helping her with it. And you? You were there just because of boredom. And maybe to admire Amanda, as she was the hottest woman you've ever seen. The way she- "Y/n, are you okay?" Huh. You realized you have been staring at Amanda's lips for few minutes now, meanwhile slightly biting your own bottom lip. "Yeah. Sorry, what were you saying?" you responded. "I said Hoffman's waiting in the car. I'll see you tomorrow, beautiful." A blush crept up your face when you heard the last word, how she called you beautiful. She noticed your red cheeks, so she walked up to you and whispered into your ear. "When will you stop being so fucking cute, baby?" Oh well, this caught you off guard. Amanda touched your hips softly with her fingers, which made you feel goosebumps. Suddenly, a sound of a car door slamming interrupted both of you. It was your dad, of course. You shifted your gaze at him. He was smoking a cigarette, looking at you. His face immediately said that you're taking too long. Amanda quickly turned around and left without saying goodbye. Without any choice, you approached the car and got in the front seat. "What did I tell you before?" He asked in an aggressive tone. "That Amanda is your rival and I shouldn't talk with her..." "Exactly young lady, and here I am, watching you flirt with that dumb bitch who sees me as an only heavy lifting useful guy." You knew he didn't like you talking to her, but you couldn't help it at all. "I'm sorry daddy but I really didn't mean to!" Tears start to appear in your eyes, as he screams at you. "Fuck it. You're grounded. No going out of your room for a week." You stayed in silence the rest of the ride, sobbing quietly. Feeling of breeze on your face was perfectly relaxing. As you were looking throught a window, you noticed someone under your house. Gasp escaped your mouth when you realized it's Amanda. She pointed at you and gave you a sign to come. You jumped out of the window onto her arms. You sat on her bed just like she did. It was awkard, because until now you only watched her working on traps. "I know how you look at me, pretty." she confessed. At first you were clearly confused, but after awhile you understood what she meant. As you were about to respond, she pinned you down on the bed and looked in your eyes, grinning from ear to ear. "And I also know how much you want me to fuck you." Amanda undressed you. Since you were the only one naked, it felt unfair but also made you more and more wet. You didn't expect one thing. Her soon grabbing a vibrator. She pressed it against your clit, making you whimper her name. "A-Amanda~ Nghh~" "Please.. Mm...~" Amanda kissed your lips, suppressing your moans, then neck, tasting your skin, and finally your nipples. While holding your wrists, she turned you over to make you now bend on your stomach. "I-I think... Ahh.. I'm.. Ngh.. going to cu-" "Not so fast, Angel." She spanked your ass and pulled your hair. "Be a good girl and make mommy proud~ And I'll name my new trap Angel Trap." she whispered. Amanda put the vibrator aside to then put her lips on your cunt. You groaned as she licked your hole gently. You quickly felt mommy's tongue twirl neatly in you, which caused you to cum almost immediately, drooling over. And that wasn't the last time you came tonight.

[eryingsfate]

Back on my Ichiby bs! Thought i'd take a lil detour and give the amnesia au a break before all hell breaks loose. So instead I'll throw out a lil secret relationship, modern au!

Information

Koby-sophomore, rotc kid, poor asf and lives with Alvida.

Ichiji-junior, rich kid, fairly popular, him and his siblings are like idols bc their dad has money. (Stereotyping is so fun)

Sanji went through more mental abuse rather than physical due to laws and media appearances. Sora still died, having gotten sick after having the quadruplets. Judge wanted his kids to become immoral scientists that work under him, and Sora hadn't liked that so she instead tried to run away but failed.

This isn't a full blown au i'm writing out, but just a lil extensive idea with a skeleton.

Koby and Ichiji have been dating for about a year, having meet and gotten together after being paired up for a history project. They never told anyone because Judge could react badly and they'd face a lot of judgement from their peers. (Not that Ichiji cares about that, but it's more fo Koby's sake) They often meet up while the other Vinsmoke siblings are at a party, Ichiji sneaking off to meet Koby at the park or on a rooftop somewhere. They often sit together and eat or they talk about their dreams. Ichiji secretly wants to reform his father's company and is sick of playing the perfect Vinsmoke, and Koby wants to either go into the military or become a lawyer. If they aren't talking, they sit in silence. They rarely bring up their home lives unless Alvida does something extremely bad or if Ichiji catches a glimpse of Sanji in the city. Eventually at one of Helmeppo's parties, Ichiji and Koby get caught making out by some of the school gossips and it all goes downhill from there. Judge disowns Ichiji, but Zeff adopts him so Ichiji and Sanji reconcile. Alvida doesn't really care so there's no change with Koby.

ORRRRR

5+1 AUUUUUU

5 times Ichiby almost get caught + 1 Time they do! I love these kinds of tropes. (warning, slight mentions of underage smut, doesn't happen tho, just teens being teens)

1st time- Ichiji and Koby are out at the mall together, in disguise obviously, and they nearly run into the strawhat crew, who are essentially just close friends here. Koby and Luffy are fairly good friends, which almost gets them caught. Meanwhile Ichiji can tell Sanji is onto him as they narrowly escape.

2nd time- Ichiji meet up behind the school to eat lunch together, but nearly get caught because some girl and guy came around, que nsfw scare for Ichiby, but a confession was about to happen. They have to hide very quietly behind a bush. The girl gets rejected and runs off, and the guy sighs and says he's gay. Once they're gone Ichiji and Koby come out from behind the bushes and laugh.

3rd time- Ichiji and Koby were supposed to be doing homework and got caught up kissing and cuddling when Alvida gets home. They don't hear her come in and don't realize she's there until Alvida bangs on Koby's door and tells him to do the dishes. They jump apart and Koby yells out an apology while quickly trying to look less someone who was just kissing their boyfriend. Ichiji on the other hand groans and hides his face in a pillow.

4th time- Koby and Ichiji are once again hanging out at Koby's house when Koby hears a knock on the door. He opens it to see Helmeppo, Tashigi, and Hibari. Koby lets them in while he panics and tries to stall them so Ichiji can escape. Ichiji ends up going out Koby's bedroom window. When they all enter Koby's room, and get settled, Helmeppo finds a too-large-for-Koby jacket and asks who it belongs to. Koby has to spend a moment spewing out a story of how he got it at a thrift store for cheap. Later that week Koby wears the jacket to school to keep up with the story and it makes Ichiji very happy.

5th time- Koby is studying with his friends when he gets a call, the icon for the call only being a red heart. Koby flusters and steps out to take the call. Meanwhile the others speculate on who it could be. When Koby comes back they hound him with questions, which he successfully dodges.

+1 time they get caught- Ichiji and Koby had gotten bold and ended up in Ichiji's room to hang out. Ichiji was convinced his family would be out the rest of the day. His father was in France and his other siblings were out shopping for the next few hours. After a while one thing led to another and Ichiji ended up on top of Koby and they were making out. Caught up in the moment, they didn't hear the other siblings arrive home. Yonji bursts into Ichiji's room and stops dead in his tracks before yelling. Koby pushes Ichiji off of him and Ichiji starts cursing. The other two sibling come running into the room and are shocked by what they see, which is a very red Koby and panicked Ichiji, both of which look very messy at that moment. This ends in a very fun talk between siblings+Koby

BONUS- Koby is at the mall with Helmeppo and their other friends when the Vinsmoke sibs come up to them. Those who don't know the situation are slight intimidated. Ichiji mumbles a hello to Koby and kisses him, Koby flusters a bit before greeting him back, also saying hello to his boyfriend's siblings. In the wise words of Helmeppo, "What the fuck."

I will totally answer any asks abt this.

[via-rant]

@moa-broke-me here's the next part! It's long and angsty so tw.

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Leo was grateful for the note. It reassured him that he had somewhere safe to go. That someone cared. And that scared him. They could get them taken away. Killed. Nicos dad looked so scared and heartbroken at the thought, he couldn't do that to them. Despite that he kept the phone number and their address. Just in case.

It was another month when authorities found him again. He was out of rations by then and had to eat something. He almost escaped with the food from Kroger but this manager was fast. He caught him and called the police while one of his employees held onto his arm to make sure he didn't escape. He was brought to an orphanage with quiet scared kids, angry but loving teenagers, and heartless adults who glared at him as soon as police left.

Two years. He thought in his bed in the room he shared with other teens, as a kid screamed from another room. You'll be out of this in two years.

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Nico sighed when the knocking on the door didn't stop. He got up and opened it and froze. A little boy. He was crying and ran inside, hugging his legs.

"Woah woah woah hey."

"Please, please you have to help." He cried shaking. He kneeled in front of him. "Help with what?"

"My... my brother. He said... to come here. For safety. Cause you're... his f-friend. They're going to kill him." He cried harder and he hugged him. He knew who he was talking about. Hazel and Hades came out of their rooms.

"Okay. Okay. I've got you. We'll help your brother. I promise. I'm here." He seemed to relax in his arms and Nico pucked him up. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Um... H-Harley."

"That's a nice name Harley." He smiled at that.

"Harley? Do you know where he is?" He asked and he nodded wiping his tears. He gave him a piece of paper with an address on it.

"Thank you. Me and Hazel are going to stay with you while my dad gets Leo, okay?" He asked and Harley nodded as he handed his dad the piece of paper. They both immediately knew what was happening and Hades rushed out the door as Nico and Hazel sat with Harley, to help him relax.

It's been months since they've seen Leo. He doesn't know what happened but he didn't have to know. It was Leos life. And dear God he was going to keep this kid safe no matter what.

The house was almost an hour away. He didn't care. He just hoped he could get there in time. When he got there it was quiet. He turned the door handle and found it unlocked. He did it slowly so no one would hear him come in. He looked around the house as quietly as he could. Not in any rooms, bathrooms. Then there was the basement. He opened it like the others and found him.

He was crumpled on the floor, unconscious, bruised. His ankle was twisted the wrong way and his nose had dry blood down his face. He was barely breathing. He didn't care who was there anymore. He ran over and called 911.

[fukuokanodivision]

Dark yet having never been shinier without the flashy nightlights in the middle of a concrete jungle known as ‘Fukuoka’, just when the rookie choreographer named ‘Mai Yousei’ or the shady ‘Shuiro’ of OverDrive was relaxing themselves at home after returning from their bustle belated birthday party with their teammates —Out of the electric blue, suddenly without any warning, the whole sources of lights in their house have all gone out by an unknown cause, leaving every inch of their home in the midst of pitch black…

…What is just happening?! Wait, is this a blackout?

Looking around in fidgety, the dancer felt somewhat at loss in the darkness called their own home. Even if they were no doubt at their own place, the darkness from a mysterious blackout has just turned their most familiar place into a maze unknown to them.

However, it was as if something in the electricity wasn’t in a mood to prank this youngest member of Fukuoka’s 2nd team that much since soon Mai then caught a glimpse of some light flickering in her living room.

Approaching closer for investigation, all of sudden, a big bright arrow was showing up on the display screen of digital television which Mai was more than certain that it used to be turned off before. And with its head pointing at the direction of her house’s entrance, The self-proclaiming ‘puppet master’ followed her one and only clue to the door and discovered that there was something delivered at their doorstep.

Resting quietly on the floor, they finally found a present package with a number of miniature birthday cakes and delicious desserts filled inside …Besides, there was a note that came along with it;

“Happy belated Birthday (and maybe your team anniversary??), Yousei-san!

Wish you a nice year onwards, and also as for the gift you have sent me previously; here please have these little gifts I sent you as my thanks —Ah, but please don’t forget that none of them is made to be eaten! They are aroma candles with their sweet scents matching each dessert they take shape after. Therefore, may you enjoy your precious time!

Sincerely,

Yuuya Kanata, Nara Division”

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Mai’s eyes feasted on the desserts and candles. It was one thing to receive mini desserts on a belated birthday, But aroma dessert candles? That was truly a surprise.

“Let’s get you little ones up into the room. We can’t have you guys without a proper change of scenery.” Mai spoke aloud, Shuffling the candles around their room and putting a few in the ‘Escape Space.’ Resting on her bed, Their vermilion eyes also captivated on the desserts.

“I’ll save you all for tomorrow, Onii-san and Yuno-chin should taste these.” Mai prompted, Setting them in a small cupboard for safe keeping.

“That was nice of Kanata-san. Miraitabi really is flocking up on popularity, We gotta keep from getting rusty too~!” Mai thought, Heading back downstairs to find her father sitting on the couch.

“Dad, You’ve noticed them haven’t you…?”

[Thank you for the gift! + The reminder!]

[slashersgirlypop]

Grilled Cheese Chapter 2.

(October 31st, 1978)

   “C’mon, Caleb! You totally cheated!” I whined as my brother laughed, tallying up another line on the game sheet. 

 “Nuh-uh! Did not!” 

 “Did too! When I came back from the bathroom I saw you put the case file thingy back in the middle! You cheater-cheater-case-file-thingy-peeker!” 

 “Maybe you’re just a sore loser and a bad detective,” Caleb said, snickering as he took a sip of his juice. 

 “I am too a good detective! You’re just a cheate-” A knock on the door caught both of our attention. My brother got up, walking to the door. He opened the door, revealing two police officers, wet from the pouring rain. I cautiously crept up behind my brother. 

 “Hello officers, is everything okay?” 

 “Is this the home of Mr. and Mrs. (L/N)?” The officer sullenly asked, taking off his hat and shaking the water off it. 

 “Yes, sir. Why?” The police officer glanced at me, before looking back at my brother. 

 “Maybe this is something we can discuss not in front of the presence of your little sister.” 

 “Why? Are my mom and dad okay?” I asked. The police officer gave me a hesitant and pitiful look. 

 “Sweetie, maybe you should go upstairs while I talk to your broth-” 

 “No! I want to know! What’s wrong?” The police officer sighed, looking uncomfortably at his shoes before turning his gaze to my brother, a sympathetic look on his face. 

 “I’m sorry, but, your parents were in an accident. They…They didn’t make it by the time the ambulance got to the hospital.”

 I jolted awake from the couch, accidentally throwing Miss Petunia off the couch. I pressed a hand to my heart, shaking a bit before swallowing and composing myself. Miss Petunia meowed at me indignantly from the floor. I leaned down and scratched under her chin, earning her favor again. 

 “I’m sorry Miss P. Just a bad dream of a bad night.” I sighed, taking a moment. A bad night it was. That night it was cold and wet, with rain coming down harder than boulders falling off a cliff. My parents were coming back after having their “date night” and apparently, so was a drunk driver from some bar. He made it out alive, but not my parents. While they had died in an accident obviously caused by him, he got off with a slap on the wrist, thanks to his fancy lawyer. The bastard didn’t even look sorry for what he did.

 I got off the couch and stretched, glancing at the TV. It was still running that news story about some asylum patient escaping some place. I shook my head and switched off the TV, heading to the steps and up the stairs. Miss Petunia followed me, letting out small chirps every so often. 

 “Well Miss. P, what should we do today? Go to the store and buy stuff for a cake? Maybe indulge and buy myself the good chocolate? Or should I just eat the whole bag of Halloween candy and not give any to the kiddies coming by the street?” 

 “Mmmrah!” She responded, rubbing her head on my leg. 

 “Get stuff for a cake it is. Are you excited to put on our costumes for tonight?” I managed to find a cute and simple vampire costume and a pair of “bat wings” for her. The wings were made for a small dog, but they would fit her just fine. She stopped her rubbing at the mention of the costume, giving me a side eye before sneezing. I laughed. Even though we never get any trick or treaters, I still like to dress up for the holiday. 

 “That’s certainly an answer, babycat.” I headed into my room, going for the dresser. I pulled out a cream colored argyle sweater, boot cut denim jeans, and some underwear. Entering the bathroom, I threw the clothes on the counter and started the shower, cranking the heat up high.

 After cleaning myself up and putting on my clothes, I walked downstairs, drying my hair on the towel. I walked into the kitchen, almost tripping thanks to a very hungry cat who insisted on weaving between my legs.

 I ate breakfast quietly, reading the mail that my neighbor, Mr. Steinberg, was kind enough to leave in the house for me. 

 Nothing new in the mail, bills and random fliers for various kinds of ads. I got into my car after feeding Miss. Petunia and drove to the store, buying needed groceries and stuff to make a make for myself. 

 “Hello, Mrs. Gracie.” I grinned at the older lady behind the register, loading my groceries onto the counter.

 “Happy birthday, (Y/N)! You’re finally 21! Any plans?” She exclaimed, grinning happily at me. I smiled back at her, just as enthusiastic. 

 “Just baking some cupcakes, chilling with my cat and eating some candy. I wanna enjoy my day off as much as I can.” 

 “Aw, that’s nice. Have you heard from Caleb?” 

 “Nope.” Then again, he hasn’t said anything to me since he left. The only reason I know he’s still alive is because the portion of the checks he sends me for the house once every month. 

 “Hm. I hope he’s okay. Have a wonderful birthday sweetheart! Give Petti extra love from me!” I said goodbye and took my groceries to my car.

 The rest of the daylight was spent baking my birthday dessert and preparing the table at the end of my driveway for Halloween. Around 3, I began to frost the (your favorite cupcake flavor) cupcakes when I got a knock on the door. 

 Opening it, I found Mr. Steinberg.

 “Hey Mr. Steinberg! I was just frosting up some cupcakes. What can I do for you?” 

 “I vas just checking on you, kindchen*. Have you heard about ze escaped patient?” He inquired. 

 “I mean, I heard bits about it but not much, why? Is it bad?” 

 “Herr Bracket said somezhing about him being a real bad guy, ja. He murdered someone in his family.” I frowned, before shaking my head. 

 “That’s a shame. Well, I should be okay. I got that gun you got me for my nineteenth, so I should be safe and protected.” To be honest, I sold a great majority of the gun’s ammo to help pay for the house. I only had six bullets left for the pistol. Mr. Steinberg, of course, didn’t know this, or else he would chide me exasperatedly in German. 

 “Good. I shall leave now. Kall me if you need anyzhing, ja?” I nodded and smiled, waving him as he walked down the dusty wooden steps, letting out a puff of smoke from his cigar. 

 I wandered back inside to the kitchen, continuing to frost my cupcakes, my mind wandering to the guy who escaped that asylum. I brushed it off, not too worried about it. I mean, in the town of Haddonfield, Illinois, what are the chances he would come to my humble little abode? 

 By the time the sun was setting, I was sitting on the couch, dressed in my little costume with Miss Petunia purring on my lap, the bat wings absolutely adorable on her. We were watching some movie, when my stomach growled. I glanced at the clock. 5:30. Eh, time for dinner. 

 After letting Miss Petunia out the back door to use the restroom, I pulled out ingredients out of the fridge for grilled cheese. Yeah, I had it last night, but I’m looking for comfort food since I’m only spending my birthday with my cat and no family. After I prepared my meal, arranging a side of BBQ chips and a few grapes, I sat it on the table. As I pulled the seat out, I heard the doorbell ring. I frowned. 

 Normally, trick or treaters don’t really come down this road. No streetlamps or any light sources make this road a “scary zone” for the kids. I grabbed the candy bag, after scattering a few pieces on the plate. Opening the door, I felt a rush of déjà vu. 

 “May I help you, sir?” I asked the officer, feeling a sense of dread. He smiled at me. 

 “Hello, ma’am. Just wanted to know if you have seen a white car with a Smith’s Grove Sanitarium sign on it?”

 “No, why?” 

 “No reason ma’am, just checking homes to see if the escapee may be in the area. Ooh, is that a Cherry Sour?” I offered the bag to him, to which he grabbed the candy with glee. 

 “I personally haven’t seen anything, because I’ve been out of the house and doing chores all day, but maybe my neighbor saw something?” I offered giving him a shrug and friendly grin. 

 “Alright. Well, you have a safe night ma’am. If you do see him or anything like that, please don’t hesitate to call. Have a happy and safe Halloween.” I waved him off as he walked down the steps, closing the door. I placed the candy on the couch, walking past it and towards the kitchen. Before I dug into my food, I heard a scratching at the backdoor, along with panicked meowing. I opened it, and Miss Petunia came sprinting in, hiding under the couch.

 “Hey, what’s wrong, kitty?”

 “GRAAAAH! Hisssssss,” She replied, glaring behind me. I turned my head and saw nothing but dark trees and the night. Leaving the door open, I turned back to the shaking cat, gently coaxing her out from under the couch and into my arms, petting her gently. 

 “Shh, its okay, shh, it was probably just a branch that spooked you, sweet girl,” I cooed, feeling her start to calm down again before tensing and scratching my arms. Yelping, I dropped her, and she ran into the front room. I ran after her, worried. 

 Finally, I was able to make her calm down after ten minutes of her shaking and growling in fear.

 “Poor baby. Why don’t you watch some cartoons or something, yeah? Those always calm you down.” Ever since she was a kitten, her attention would latch onto the moving animated figures. It was the only thing that would calm her down after being spooked by anything. 

 After turning on some cartoon, I headed back to the back door. I closed it and turned to my sandwich, pausing. 

 Half of my grilled cheese was missing, along with some chips.

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I figured since i don’t go back to college till jan 9, I could try to write a chatper a day, so yeah. STRONG EMPHASIS ON T R Y LOL. Also, it might take me a bit to make a master list bc I don;t know how to put links into tumblr lmao. K bye slasher sluts.

[iridescent-petrichor]

the memories of a life i never lived, chapter six

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings: mention of may's passing :(

Words: 1K

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The next morning when you woke up, you had to take a moment to remember where you were. It wasn’t until you saw Peter asleep next to you that you remembered the events of the day before. Before you could fully orient yourself, another memory found itself at the forefront of your mind.

You’d spent the night at Peter’s house for the first time, the two of you embracing the calm moments as the sunlight leaked into the room through his curtains. You loved the quiet more than anything, as the compound was always bustling and loud.

“Peter!” May’s voice from the next room made the both of you jump, with you falling out of his arms and scrambling to your feet and Peter sitting up so quickly he nearly smacked his head against the wall behind him.

The door opens and you take a step back, standing awkwardly as May blinks at your presence.

“Oh, Y/N!” She grinned. “I didn’t know you were here! How are you?”

“I’m good,” You force a smile, trying to tame your bedhead. May turned to Peter, muttering something about getting up, before giving you another wide smile.

“May!” Peter groaned, his head falling back onto the pillow.

“What did you say?” When you look at Peter, his gaze is already fixated on you.

“May.” You repeat quietly, the name coming to you with the fogginess of a fading dream.

He said nothing, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of him.

You scoured your mind further, the next words spilling from your lips before you could think about it.

“I’m so sorry.”

Deep in your mind, you could almost remember her. Not how you met her or why you were so close to her, but you could see her face so clearly. May Parker, who let you stay the night whenever you needed a break from the fast-paced world of the avengers. May Parker, who caught you sneaking out of a bedroom window when you weren’t fast enough. May Parker, who died a few months ago, in the arms of…

You looked up at Peter, who had a distant look in his eyes before he blinked it away, forcing himself out of bed.

“Big day,” He sighed, plastering a smile on his face for a moment before digging through his closet and tossing you a sweater.

You threw it on, but you couldn’t help but notice how Peter’s eyes saddened when he saw you wearing his clothes.

In truth, his heart ached at the sight. Having you so close but so far away was killing him, and it took every bit of strength he’s ever had to force the pain away and pretend that he was fine just to keep you from worrying.

“Come on,” You followed him out of the apartment, letting him bring you up to a rooftop nearby.

When you set foot on the roof, the familiarity of it all almost knocked you off your feet.

“I feel… like I can remember this place…” You paused, taking in the view of the city.

“This is where I took you to tell you…” He took a deep breath, staring straight ahead. “That I’m Spiderman.”

You spun around, facing him with wide eyes.

“You…?”

He nodded, still staring forward, avoiding looking at you.

“So when I was asking Spiderman if he knew Peter Parker…?” You thought back to when you’d called him, frantic about the boy who plagued your mind, and how he left you so abruptly.

“Yeah.” Peter finally looked at you, wringing his hands together. “It was me.”

You glanced at him for a moment before looking back to take in the view of New York

“You’re…” You stared at Peter, giving you a nervous smile in his Spiderman suit. He’d ripped the mask off moments ago, revealing his deepest secret to you.

“Surprise?”

“Peter, do you know what this means?” You felt giddy, barely containing the laugh that escaped you.

“…That I’m Spiderman?”

“No! Well, yes, obviously, but that means we’ve found each other two separate times!”

He tilted his head in confusion, brows furrowing together.

“Pete, my dad is Tony Stark! You’ve been going on patrols every night with me!”

He stared at you blankly for a moment before laughing in disbelief.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Say something?” Peter’s voice brought you back, a worried look on his face.

“I think I remember that.” You whispered, taking a few steps until you were standing beside Peter.

He took a seat on the edge of the rooftop, resisting the urge to put his arm around you when you followed his movement.

“This was my best bet, honestly. Doctor Strange made everyone forget Peter Parker, but clearly people still remember Spiderman. I was thinking that, if you could remember this, it might jumble together a bit.”

Peter hated that he could remember every bit of it. He hated that he could remember all the late nights and early mornings you’d spent together. He hated that the memory of him swinging you here before dawn to watch the sunrise while you were half awake was imprinted in his mind forever when it had been so cruelly taken from yours.

He fought back the tears, giving you a warm smile.

“I still don’t understand why you wouldn’t rather watch the sunrise as the tower,” Peter said, gently setting you down on the rooftop.

You rolled your eyes, taking a seat at the edge, dangling your feet over the edge and offering Peter half of the thick blanket you brought with you. He gladly took it, pulling you into his arms.

The first hints of daylight began to peek over the horizon, and Peter couldn’t help but admire the twinkle in your eyes.

“This view will beat the Avengers Tower every time, are you kidding me?”

“Why’s that?” Peter asked, nudging you playfully.

“Because it’s our spot.” You grinned, laughing at how caught off guard Peter looked. He was always surprised when you reminded him how much you loved him, and a part of you knew it was because he never expected to experience love, which only made you more determined to show him how easy he was to love.

“You’re so cheesy.” He tried to hide his blush, to no avail.

You hummed, leaning further into him. “Maybe. But you love me.”

“I do.” He agreed instantly. “I really do.”