#so now he’s the ceiling and everyone else is playing catch up

[jon-sedai]

Visited the OPM subreddit for the first time in years and it’s kind of insane to me that the manga has moved in a direction where people can actually powerscale Saitama, and even have other characters above him. I haven’t read the manga in ages but wtf is going awn?! Isn’t Saitama supposed to be anti-scaling??! 😅

[heartkaji]

2O WOMEN VS 1 EGOIST !

bllk boys if they were in the videos by the sidemen + beta squad

includes: michael kaiser, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae

MICHAEL KAISER !

“kaiser, ask her if she’d let you put your balls in her jaw.”

isagi’s voice is only a static crackle through the ear piece speaker, but it’s more than enough to have kaiser gnashing teeth & wrinkling nose. it was taking everything in his power not to snap the headset between his fingers. kaiser wasn’t even sure why he had to do this ; fuck yoichi and fuck bastard münchen’s publicity team.

he tries for an exhale but his dignity accompanies it, “would you let me put my balls in your jaw ?”

you’re the third girl who’s sat with kaiser so far & fuck his heart is aching— you’re far too pretty for this, blood drenched cheeks & freckled nose & silver draped around your neck like rings of vined ivy. kaiser can’t help but wonder why a pretty thing like you is here seeking male validation in thigh highs & skimpy bralette. surely someone of your beauty would know better, no ?

“what ?”

you ask so sweetly, lashes fluttering as you blink hurriedly as if it’ll help you hear better. if you were actually somebody, michael kaiser would be almost embarrassed by now, but you’re only pink painted lips & syrupy sweet voice so kaiser clears his throat & swallows his pride. he parts his lips to repeat the query but a hiss in his ear interrupts him, “she didn’t hear you, say it a—“

kaiser snaps the headset between his fingers & tosses it somewhere behind him. “i said, can i take you out sometime ?”

ISAGI YOICHI !

“try to sit on her lap while she’s talking.”

“you lot can’t be serious.”

unfortunately for yoichi, hiori & kurona were dead serious. he picked at the earpiece as you babbled on about your ideal first date, teeth kissing as he plotted on how he’d sit himself between your thighs.

“— and i’m not trying to be different or anything, but i think dinner dates are rather boring. i’d rather go to an amusement park or—“

“same, honestly,” yoichi was a charmer with a voice heavier than tree sap. his baritone alone had your guts knotting & spilling. “rides are way more exciting, really get your adrenaline going huh ? and then at the end of the date you share a kiss on the ferris wheel. i fuck with that.”

you blink, flesh pinkening & blush crawling up your throat as your fingers play with your bag strap. yoichi thinks you’re cute. you’re a fucking doll really, a pretty little thing isagi has decided he likes staring at.

yoichi can’t help but tease your further, “you wouldn’t mind if i kissed you on a ferris wheel, right ?”

you bite your inner cheek & yoichi swears you’re the cutest thing in the world. as if rehearsed, you cross your legs, shoulders tucking as you straighten your spine,

“on the first date, isagi ? quite the manwhore aren’t you ?”

it catches him by surprise but also pulls him back to earth. he bites his tongue, “oh ? when would you let me kiss you then ?”

he gets off his seat as he speaks, striding towards you like it’s the most normal thing in the world. you choke on your tongue, “um, me ? on the first date is a bit too— isagi ? what are you—?”

he positions himself on your lap. “you were saying ?”

yoichi’s ear piece blares with booms of laughter. “nah this man’s not real ! man said—“

NAGI SEISHIRO !

“are you a magician ? because when i look at you, everyone else disappears.”

“next.”

this was the eighth girl nagi had rejected. each girl came in with a new pick up line, and to nagi, each one seemed to be worse than the last.

“nagi, you have to say yes to someone already. you’ve rejected almost every— don’t listen to chigiri, nagi ! you don’t have to say yes to any of these bitches—“

nagi was about mid eye roll when you walked in.

you were rose dappled cheeks & fluffy jacket upon crème tee. your eyes met the room before his, scanning the seemingly infinite white walls & high ceiling. you even did a little wave to the camera before taking your seat. cute

even then, your eyes settled everywhere except him.

“hi,” he broke you out of your trance.

“ah— hello !” you flash him a shy grin, dimpled cheeks & freckled nose. “i was supposed to say a pick up line, right ? are you french, because—“

“no, no, please don’t,” nagi interrupts. you’re a pretty thing, red bruised knee bouncing over the other as you tuck away a strand of hair. fuck, you’re like candy for the eye.

“you get a pass.”

“huh ? but my pick up line—“

“no need, it’s a yes from me.”

pretty pink lips bend into a pout & nagi is almost tempted to let you say your line, but he shudders at the thought of your incomplete statement. you nod a bow & show yourself out with another tiny wave to the camera. perhaps this game isn’t all that bad after all.

mid thought, nagi’s earpiece crackles to life. “nagi, why’d you say yes ?! what’s she got that—“

ITOSHI SAE !

“ask her if she’d get with a bisexual dude.”

“what ? stop it shidou he doesn’t like dudes. ask her if she—“

“how about i ask her to shut the fuck up?”

sae says it a bit too loudly so your eyes widen a bit before you seemingly shrink in on yourself. sae hadn’t actually meant it—he was only trying to put a stop to the squabbling in his ears but now your nose is red & you’re biting your lip like you’re about to cry.

truthfully, he doesn’t give a fuck.

but his PR team sure does. sae was live right now & his public image already wasn’t the prettiest. he’d also rather not receive yet another lecture from his manager.

“um, girl number nine ?”

the sound of a facepalm rattles in his earpiece. “isn’t she like, the fourth girl ?”

sae bites his bottom lip. you’re fidgeting with your nails & your breathing seems heavy & your eyes seem to be everywhere but his. you don’t even respond to his call. he sighs.

“that wasn’t meant for you, sorry.” he swallows. “you were talking about red flags in a relationship, right ?”

you seem to perk up—perhaps you thought he wasn’t listening ? you were going on & on but how could sae not pay you any mind when your voice seemed smoother than redwine & myrrh ?

“yes—yes i was ! um, what about you ? any red flags ?”

“when they’re too horny.” a damn-it ! blares through his ear piece.

you nod, “i get that. though honestly, i’m a bit of a freak myself.”

you say it like you didn’t just admit to being a professional dick sucker. “sae, ask her for her number—“

he taps a button & the humming in his ear ceases. “a freak, you say ? do elaborate.”

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[gdinthehouseee]

Running: CHOI SEUNG-HYUN x READER

summary: bigbang and 2ne1 get invited to play against each other on running man, and seung-hyun realises he's having a little too much fun toying with you...

word count: 4643

tags: fluff; flirting, teasing, sneaking around, suggestive/steamy but no actual smut

ao3 link

“Today’s guests are—BIGBANG versus 2NE1!”

The studio erupted with cheers as the camera panned across your two teams, standing face to face like rivals about to go to war. On one side: BIGBANG. Smug. Confident. Standing like kings of the game already. On the other—your side: 2NE1. Fierce. Cunning. Ready to prove everyone wrong.

You locked eyes with Seung-hyun, standing just across from you.

His lips curved into that infuriatingly lazy smirk. “Ready to lose?”

You scoffed. “You mean, am I ready to crush you? Absolutely.”

Ji-yong snickered, throwing an arm around Seung-hyun’s shoulder. “Ooooh, she’s coming for you, hyung.”

Seung-hyun just tilted his head, eyes never leaving yours. “I’d like to see you try.”

The set buzzed with barely-contained energy, a mix of sharp competitiveness and laughter crackling in the air. Two legendary groups stood facing each other, throwing taunts like daggers, but the real game had yet to begin. The lights glowed overhead, casting a faintly golden hue over the teams as the cameras circled to catch every moment. The room smelled faintly of fresh paint and polished floors, the air-conditioning cool against your skin—a deceptive kind of chill when compared to the heat of the impending battle.

You could feel it in the way Ji-yong stood with his arms crossed, in the way Chae-lin squared her shoulders beside you, in the way Daesung kept shifting from foot to foot like he was already preparing to bolt, in the way Minji was already stretching her legs in preparation. Every moment leading up to the game was thick with tension, crackling with the promise of chaos. Although, as you looked at everyone else, you noticed that Seung-hyun simply smiled at you. Slow. Unhurried. Like he already had plans.

A few minutes later, after the boys had gone ahead and gotten into their starting places, it was now your group’s turn to get into position. When you stepped into the office building, the mood shifted.

The high ceilings loomed overhead, stretching into the dim-lit halls, their fluorescent lights humming faintly. The walls were lined with cubicles and glass windows that reflected your team’s movements as you passed them. The air smelled faintly of coffee and office supplies—mundane, ordinary. But beneath that was a tension so thick you could almost taste it.

Your sneakers barely made a sound against the sleek flooring, yet you could hear footsteps in the distance. Somewhere beyond the open floors, on the upper levels, BIGBANG was already moving. Your heart thrummed. Somewhere above you, Seung-hyun was waiting.

You inhaled slowly, steadying yourself.

“GAME… START!”

And just like that—the chase began.

The second the announcement rang through the speakers, the world exploded into motion.

CL was the first to move. “Split up!” she ordered, already darting for the stairwell, her blonde hair flying behind her. Sandara was close behind, her laugh trailing through the air as she disappeared down the hall. Minji took off toward the elevator, nimble and quick, vanishing before you could even process her direction. 

You didn’t hesitate—you ran. Your sneakers barely made a sound against the smooth floor, your breath quickening as you ducked around a corner. The office building was huge, a maze of endless hallways, glass partitions, and abandoned desks. Perfect for hiding. Perfect for traps.

Somewhere behind you, a shout. You glanced back just in time to see Ji-yong barreling after Sandara, their voices echoing through the space. The game had barely started, and they were already in full pursuit. Your lips curled into a grin. Good. Let them chase her.

You turned sharply, cutting across an empty meeting room, the scent of dust and stale coffee filling your lungs. Through the glass panel, you spotted movement—Minji slipping into a cubicle, her eyes darting as she crouched low. She was playing the long game.

You, on the other hand? You weren’t built for waiting. Another hallway. Another sharp turn. The pounding of your heartbeat against your ribs. You could hear your own breath, hear the distant chaos of other players scrambling, hear the sound of—Footsteps. Close. Too close. A slow, deliberate stride. You barely had time to react before a shadow loomed into your path. Your stomach dropped.

Seung-hyun.

He emerged from the dim-lit corridor like a hunter stepping into his domain, hands still tucked in his pockets, as if he had all the time in the world. His dark eyes flickered with something sharp—something dangerous.

“You.”

It wasn’t loud. Just a single word, smooth and taunting, like he was already savoring his win.

You skidded to a halt, whirling on your heel to escape—

He lunged. You barely had time to gasp before his arms caged you in, his palm catching the wall just beside your head. Trapped. For a split second, neither of you spoke. Your breath was still uneven from the sprint, chest rising and falling, but he? He wasn’t even out of breath.

You swallowed, lifting your chin. “You’ve got me cornered.”

He smirked, tilting his head slightly. “That I do.”

You let out a soft, breathy laugh. “Are you gonna rip my name tag off, or are we just standing here looking pretty?”

“You think you can outrun me?”

“No.”

His gaze flickered, like he was waiting. So you took your shot. Leaning in, just enough to let your breath tickle his jaw, you whispered, sweet and teasing, “But maybe… if you let me go now, I’ll owe you something later.”

The moment stretched.

A beat.

Then—

Seung-hyun laughed. A deep, rich sound, like you’d just amused him beyond reason. His free hand lifted, trailing along the curve of your back, slow and dangerous, before his fingers brushed the very edge of your name tag. You braced yourself—ready for him to rip it off, ready for that smug grin and inevitable teasing, but instead his fingers skimmed past your name tag and landed on your waist.

Your breath hitched.

“What are you doing?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Seung-hyun hummed, low and thoughtful. “I should take your tag…”

His thumb brushed lightly along your hip.

“…but I don’t really feel like ending this just yet.”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, gripping slightly. You were supposed to be running, supposed to be playing the game, but with him looking at you like that—like he was more interested in you than winning—you felt the rules blur.

“You’re gonna get caught if you stay here,” you murmured.

He smirked. “Then we better be quiet, shouldn’t we?”

And then—

His lips were on yours. It was slow at first, teasing, like he was savoring the moment, testing the waters before fully diving in. His hand rested lightly against your waist, fingers grazing the fabric of your shirt, but even that simple touch sent a shiver up your spine. He wasn’t rushing—no, he was taking his time. Letting the anticipation build, letting the warmth of his breath mingle with yours, drawing you deeper into the moment.

And then you kissed him back. That was all it took.

A quiet hum vibrated against your lips before Seung-hyun’s grip tightened, fingers curling against your waist as he pulled you closer. You barely had time to react before your back met the wall, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the heat between you. His other hand lifted, sliding up the curve of your spine before tangling gently in your hair, holding you in place like he had no intention of letting go anytime soon. The game, the cameras, the fact that your teammates were still running for their lives—it all faded. Right now, there was only this. The press of his lips, the way he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, the way his fingers absently traced circles against your hip, like he was memorizing the feel of you. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, like he wanted to take you apart one deliberate touch at a time. And when his tongue flicked teasingly against your bottom lip, you gasped, your fingers tightening against the fabric of his shirt.

That reaction made him smirk. You barely had time to process it before he took advantage, pressing in deeper, more insistent, stealing the very breath from your lungs. His lips moved with a confidence that sent your pulse racing, a silent challenge woven between the teasing flicks of his tongue and the way he pressed his body just that much closer to yours.

You shouldn’t be doing this. You should be running. But when his thumb brushed along the side of your jaw, tilting your chin just right so he could kiss you even deeper… who cared about the game?

Having said that, you can’t help but make this a little more exciting. This is Running Man, after all. 

A sharp giggle slipped past your lips as you twisted out of his grasp, breathless and flushed. His hands almost caught you again—almost. But you were quicker, slipping past him just as he reached for your name tag.

“Cheater,” he exhaled, his voice husky, his smirk downright dangerous.

You didn’t stop. You couldn’t. The rush of adrenaline mixed with the lingering heat of his kiss, making your legs feel weak even as you bolted down the dimly lit hallway. Your heart pounded in your chest, though whether it was from the chase or the fact that Seung-hyun had just kissed you senseless against a supply closet door, you weren’t sure.

Damn, he’s fast.

You could hear his footsteps behind you, unrelenting, each one heavier than the last. The man was hunting you now. And judging by the utterly amused, predatory grin you knew he had on his face, he was enjoying this way too much.

“Where do you think you’re going, jagi?” He called, his voice echoing in the empty corridor. “You think I’m just gonna let you run after that?” His laughter followed you, deep and taunting, sending a thrill through your veins. 

You were in trouble.

Turning a sharp corner, you nearly crashed into a stack of boxes—someone's poor attempt at a barricade from an earlier chase. Your sneakers skidded slightly against the polished floor, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t afford to. Your only hope was to find one of the girls and regroup, because if Seung-hyun caught you again you wouldn’t be getting away a second time.

“Gotcha.”

No, you don’t.

At the last second, you twisted, dropping low just as Seung-hyun’s hand lunged for your wrist. His fingers grazed your skin—so close—but you were already moving. You ducked under his arm, pivoting sharply before taking off in the opposite direction.

“Shit—!”

His startled exclamation only fueled your laughter, a bright, taunting giggle that echoed down the hallway. Seung-hyun spun to chase, but he was half a second too late. You were already gone.

“You little—” His words cut off into a low, amused growl, and you didn’t have to turn around to know he was grinning.

You could feel it. His pulse-pounding excitement. The thrill of the chase. But this time? You were faster. With each quick turn and narrow escape, your laughter only grew, a light, musical sound that sent a shiver down Seung-hyun’s spine. He couldn’t stop grinning. Even as he skidded around a corner, eyes scanning for any sign of you, he knew. You’d slipped away. For now.

Slowing his steps, he raked a hand through his hair, chest heaving from the chase. His tongue ran over his bottom lip, still tingling from where you’d kissed him.

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head.

“Clever girl,” he muttered to himself.

His gaze flickered down the empty hallway, eyes narrowing in thought. You’d gotten away this time, but the game wasn’t over yet.

“There you are!”

Ji-yong rounded the corner, slightly out of breath, his eyes shining with mischief. He looked far too amused.

Seung-hyun exhaled a small laugh, shaking his head. “Don’t say it.”

Ji-yong smirked. “Oh, I’m definitely saying it.” He crossed his arms, tilting his head in mock sympathy. “Did she outrun you?”

Seung-hyun let out a low, knowing chuckle, eyes still scanning the hall for any movement. “Not for long.”

Ji-yong hummed, clearly entertained. “You’ve got it bad, don’t you?”

At that, Seung-hyun finally looked at him. “What?”

“You’re smiling like a damn lovesick fool.”

“I’m just enjoying the game.”

“Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Seung-hyun sighed but didn’t argue. Instead, he nodded toward the end of the hall. “Where’s Daesung? We need to corner them before they regroup.”

Ji-yong straightened, all teasing set aside in favor of strategy. “Last I saw, he was chasing Chae-lin toward the main lobby. If we cut through the side stairwell, we might be able to intercept them.”

Seung-hyun nodded, already moving. “Let’s go.”

As they took off toward the stairs, Ji-yong shot him another amused glance. “You sure you won’t get distracted again?”

Seung-hyun didn’t even look at him when he replied, voice low and certain. “Oh, I’ll find her again. And this time… she won’t be getting away.”

The pair moved quickly, cutting through the side stairwell with practiced ease. The air buzzed with energy—anticipation thick between them. They could hear the distant shouts and laughter from the others as the game carried on through the sprawling office building. Ji-yong gestured towards the hallway in front of them and continued planning, “they’ll try to regroup. If we block off the exits, we can trap them.”They’ll try to regroup. If we block off the exits, we can trap them.”

Seung-hyun nodded, already scanning for signs of movement. His pulse quickened. He knew you were close—he could feel it. And then, as if on cue, a flash of movement at the far end of the hall. A blur of familiar colors.

You.

Seung-hyun’s lips curled into a slow, thrilled grin. “There she is.”

Ji-yong followed his gaze, his own eyes lighting up. “And she’s alone.”

Seung-hyun didn’t wait. Didn’t hesitate. He took off.

A breathless giggle escaped your lips as you pushed forward, ducking around a corner just in time. You could hear him closing in, his deep, unrelenting laughter echoing through the halls.

“You can’t run forever, jagi.”

Your stomach flipped at the way he said it—low, teasing, just the right amount of warning.

But you weren’t about to make it easy for him.

Your eyes darted around, searching for an escape. The stairwell was too far. The open hallway left you exposed.

And then, you noticed a supply closet. You didn’t think. You acted, not without briefly thinking about how many conveniently placed supply closets there were in this place. Ducking inside, you pulled the door shut, pressing your back against the cool wall. Your breath came fast and shallow, heart hammering in your chest as you listened. Silence.

For a moment, it seemed like you might have gotten away—

Oh, fuck.

The doorknob turned. Before you could react, the door swung open, and Seung-hyun stepped inside. His silhouette filled the doorway, tall and unshakably confident. The dim light from the hallway cast shadows over his sharp features, but you could still see the smirk on his lips. You backed up instinctively, but there was nowhere to go. He closed the door behind him, sealing you both in the tiny space.

“Nice try,” he murmured, voice low and edged with amusement.

Your pulse jumped. “How—?”

He chuckled, stepping forward until the distance between you vanished. “I heard you laugh.”

Of course he did.

His hands found your waist, fingers curling just enough to make you shiver. His breath ghosted over your cheek, his body so close, so warm. Then, once again, his lips found yours. Fingers skimmed along your jaw, tilting your chin up just enough to deepen the kiss, hot and demanding. You gasped softly against his mouth, and he took the chance to nip at your bottom lip—a silent reminder that he’d caught you.

But when his hand moved to where your name tag sat on your back, he paused. You waited, pulse racing.

Seung-hyun hovered there for a moment—debating. Then, instead of ripping it off, he smirked against your lips and whispered, “run again, jagi.”

Your breath hitched. He was letting you go. A slow grin spread across your face as you pulled back, eyes flickering between his in the dim light.

“I’m starting to think you enjoy chasing me,” you teased.

His thumb brushed over your lower lip, gaze dark and absolutely unrepentant.

“Maybe, I do.” He murmured. “But next time, I won’t let you off so easily.”

You didn’t wait to find out if he meant it. With a final, breathless laugh, you slipped past him and ran. He didn’t chase. Not yet… but Ji-yong did. The second you burst out of the supply closet, your heart still racing, your lips still tingling from Seung-hyun’s kiss—Ji-yong was there.

“There she is!” His voice rang out like an alarm, and before you could even process it, he was sprinting after you.

You pushed forward on instinct, your legs burning as you tore down the hallway. Footsteps pounded behind you—fast, relentless, determined. And then, a second pair. Seung-hyun had joined the chase. 

“Are you serious?!” You shrieked, barely dodging around a filing cabinet as Ji-yong lunged for you.

“Oh, I’m dead serious,” he shot back, laughter bubbling in his voice. “You think you can just escape unscathed after cornering him like that?”

“Escaping is part of the game, genius!”

Seung-hyun’s voice was right behind you now, smooth and teasing. “Mm. You didn’t seem too interested in escaping a minute ago.”

Your face burned. Shaking your head, you pivoted sharply at the end of the hall, veering toward a side door. If you could make it to the stairwell—you had a chance.

Ji-yong caught onto your plan instantly. “Oh no, you don’t!”

You let out a breathless giggle as you heard him speed up, but the laugh was cut off when you suddenly slammed into someone else.

Strong hands grabbed your arms to steady you, and you looked up to see—

Chae-lin

Her eyes widened. “You’re alive?!”

“Not for long!” You gasped. “Run!”

Without hesitation, she yanked you forward, the two of you making a break for it as Ji-yong and Seung-hyun sprinted after you. Your heart was hammering. She was pulling you along at full speed, her grip firm as you dodged and weaved between obstacles. The stairwell door was just ahead—so close.

“We can make it!” Chae-lin panted.

Ji-yong was nearly on your heels. “I don’t think so!”

With one last burst of energy, you and Chae-lin threw yourselves through the door, slamming it shut behind you. For a split second, everything was silent. Then—

A thud against the other side, followed by a dramatic, frustrated groan.

“Damn it!” Ji-yong yelled.

Seung-hyun’s deep laughter rumbled behind him. “They’re good.”

Your chest heaved as you looked at Chae-lin, wide-eyed and still buzzing from adrenaline. 

She smirked. “We just pissed them off, didn’t we?”

A slow, satisfied grin spread across your lips. “Oh, absolutely.”

The two of you didn’t stop moving until another two floors down, ducking down between the monotone office cubicles, desperately trying to mask your heavy breathing so you could listen out for any other movement. And you had barely caught your breath when the walkie-talkie at Chae-lin’s hip crackled to life.

“Unnie, where are you guys?” Minji’s voice was low but sharp, like she was trying to keep quiet while urgently getting her point across.

Chae-lin snatched it up. “Hiding. What’s wrong?”

“They’re regrouping.”

A cold trickle of adrenaline slipped down your spine. You and Chae-lin exchanged a glance. Minji and Bom were supposed to be on the other side of the building, throwing the guys off your trail. If they were calling instead of keeping their cover, it meant—

“We think they’re coming for you.”

“How do you know?” You asked urgently.

“Ji-yong’s been asking around,” Bom muttered, also not trying to conceal her voice. “And he’s been sticking with Seung-hyun this whole time.”

Your stomach dropped. Seung-hyun was coming. The knowledge sent a hot jolt of anticipation through your body, an unsteady mix of excitement and dread.

“We have to move.”

“Where?” You quickly scanned the empty office space. Nothing but desks and matching chairs. “If they know we’re here, we’re trapped.”

“There’s a break room up ahead,” she said, already gripping your wrist. “We can at least—”

A door slammed open somewhere down the hall. The sharp, echoing sound sent a shockwave through your system, freezing you in place. Then came the footsteps. Fast ones.

Chae-lin’s grip on your wrist tightened. “Too late. Let’s go!”

And you did. The two of you tore down the corridor, weaving between cubicles, your footsteps pounding against the carpeted floor. The stale office air whipped past your face as you sprinted, lungs burning, heart hammering. Somewhere behind you, the footsteps multiplied.

“They’re splitting up!” Minji’s voice came through again. “Ji-yong’s circling around to cut you off!”

Chae-lin let out a frustrated curse. “They’re herding us—”

Then, rounding the corner, you saw him. 

Ji-yong. 

He was already moving before his eyes even fully locked on you, lips pulling into a wolfish grin. “There they are!” He called out, voice ringing through the space.

You barely had time to react before she yanked you backward and took off in the other direction, dragging you with her. But it didn’t matter. Because ahead of you, another figure emerged from the shadows.

Seung-hyun.

He stood just at the mouth of another hallway, posture relaxed, watching you with an amused tilt of his head. The dim lighting above flickered, casting shadows across his sharp cheekbones, making his smirk look all the more devilish.

Your stomach twisted. Not with fear. But something else.

“We’re sandwiched.”

“Go,” you whispered to Chae-lin.

She snapped her head toward you. “What?!”

“They want me,” you said quickly. “Not you. Revenge for earlier. If I distract them, you can slip past—”

“Absolutely not—”

“Go.”

You didn’t give her a choice. You shoved her toward the nearest opening and spun on your heel. And then you ran. The moment your feet hit the ground, Seung-hyun’s gaze zeroed in on you, like a predator recognizing its prey. His smirk widened as you sprinted toward him.

“You’re bold,” he mused, voice low, smooth—just loud enough for you to hear over the pounding of your heartbeat.

You weren’t slowing down.

“Yeah,” you shot back, “and you’re predictable.”

At the last second, you faked left—then dove right. For a split second, you thought you had him. But Seung-hyun was faster.

The moment you slipped past, his arm shot out. A strong grip locked around your wrist, yanking you backward so forcefully that you collided into his chest. A startled gasp escaped your lips. Before you could regain your balance, he moved—spinning you, pressing your back against the wall, his body caging you in.

The air in your lungs vanished.

Seung-hyun was right there, his chest rising and falling steadily against yours, fingers curled around your wrist, keeping you in place, while his other hand rested on the wall above your head. The scent of him wrapped around you—clean cologne, a hint of sweat, something warm and intoxicating as his fingers then began to trail higher, grazing your collarbone, your throat—light, just enough to make you shiver. Your breath hitched.

“You gonna tag me out,” you murmured, “or just stare at me all day?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he hummed, voice a lazy drawl. “You have a habit of running away. Maybe I should hold onto you a little longer this time.”

This time, you decided to initiate the kiss and you felt his hand rest on your cheek. His torso against yours pressed you harder into the wall, his head tilting just enough to deepen the kiss yet again, and he brought his other hand down from the wall to grip your waist. If you weren’t so close, you would have missed the soft groan he let escape.

Naturally, you took this opportunity to regain the upper hand.

Your heartbeat thundered, the heat of Seung-hyun’s kiss still tingling on your lips as you made your move. You twisted sharply, slipping under his arm in a desperate bid for freedom—

As always, your boyfriend was quicker.

A strong grip caught your wrist, yanking you back with startling force. Before you could even yelp, he spun you in his grasp, your back colliding with his chest as he pressed you forward. You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt it. His hands, one sliding up to pin your wrists against the wall above your head, the other resting firmly at your waist, fingers curling just enough to remind you that you weren’t going anywhere. His breath was warm at your ear, his chest solid against your back.

“Going somewhere?” Seung-hyun murmured, his voice silky smooth, dripping with amusement.

You swallowed hard, every nerve buzzing at the feeling of him behind you, the heat radiating from his body.

Damn it.

You were trapped—and he knew it. But two could play at this game.

You exhaled slowly, relaxing into his hold just enough to feel his grip shift slightly—like he wasn’t sure if he should be holding you this tight. You could use that.

“I don’t know, baby,” you hummed, letting your tone turn soft, teasing. “Are you sure you want to eliminate me?”

He chuckled, the sound deep, low, and entirely too smug. “Pretty sure. Why?”

You tilted your head slightly, letting your cheek graze his jaw, your breath warm against his skin.

“Because,” you purred, drawing out the word, “if you let me go, I could make it up to you.”

His grip tightened involuntarily at your waist. You pressed back slightly, just enough to brush against him, feeling the way his body went rigid behind you. His breath hitched. You smiled.

“Come on,” you whispered, lowering your voice into something sweeter, more coaxing. “You don’t really want to end this so soon, do you?”

He didn’t answer, but you felt the way his fingers twitched against your waist, the way his breathing deepened, just slightly. You slowly, deliberately, rolled your hips back against him, just enough to feel his body go completely still.

“If you let me go,” you continued, voice dropping to a near whisper, “I promise…”

You paused, letting the words hang between you, feeling the tension coil tighter.

“…I’ll make it worth your while.”

His breath was uneven now, his grip just slightly looser, like he was considering it.

You almost smirked.

You’d won—

RIP.

A sharp tug at your back. Your stomach dropped. Now it was your turn for your breath to hitch once again, and you froze at the realisation that had just dawned upon you. Your name tag. 

Seung-hyun chuckled, the sound infuriatingly smug as he lifted it over your shoulder, dangling it right in front of your face.

“Cute,” he murmured, breath hot against your ear, voice thick with amusement. “Really, that was a good try.”

“You—”

“You almost had me,” he admitted, mocking sympathy in his tone.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. “You let me think I won.”

He grinned, pleased with himself. “Of course I did,” he said smoothly, before leaning in, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “And it was adorable.”

Your entire body burned—half from embarrassment, half from sheer rage. Seung-hyun patted your hip, far too pleased with himself, before stepping back. You turned just in time to see him casually tossing your name tag to the floor.

“Better luck next time, sweetheart.”

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Tw: tension

Part 5

Words of Command - Part 6

The common kitchen in Stark Tower is wide and open, all clean marble counters, gleaming stainless steel, and a ceiling so high your laughter echoes off it. Early sunlight streams through the wide windows, golden and rich, the sky outside feathered in soft clouds.

You’ve taken over the space—apron tied around your waist, a smudge of flour across your cheek, and your favorite mixing bowl in your arms. You hum along to the music playing from the speaker, something catchy, bouncing through the room.

Sam is perched on the counter, tossing a grape up and catching it with his mouth.

Clint lounges backward in one of the bar stools, a mug of coffee in one hand, watching the chaos with a grin.

Natasha sits cross-legged on the kitchen island, absently slicing apples while watching you with something like amusement.

Steve is leaning in the doorway, arms crossed and relaxed, soaking in the nostalgia of a time when kitchens like this held wartime hope and pie crusts.

You’re giggling, trying to pour vanilla without spilling it when Thor bursts in.

Thor, in all his thunderous, golden-haired glory, strides in holding a large bag of sugar like it’s a weapon. “Lady of sweetness! I have brought the… dust! That which makes the confections rise, yes?”

You blink. “…Sugar?”

He beams. “Yes!”

He dumps it onto the counter. The bag explodes slightly.

You yelp and laugh as a cloud of white puffs into the air. Thor looks momentarily concerned, then breaks into hearty laughter. “We are off to a rousing start, little one!”

You’re trying to teach Thor how to fold batter, but he stirs like he’s summoning a storm, splattering mix across your apron.

You squeal and swat his arm.

The radio switches songs. A classic—one from the 40s. The kind of tune that would’ve played from a diner jukebox, scratchy and alive with memory.

You begin to sway a little to the rhythm. Absentminded, soft. Humming.

Thor catches your rhythm and spins you suddenly—clumsy but careful, his hand a broad support under yours.

Your laugh bubbles out again—light and natural.

The door to your room creaks.

Bucky—no, Soldat—emerges, barefoot but still clothed in the same clothes from the day before, now wrinkled. He’s half-shadow, half man, pausing in the hall with narrowed eyes as he listens.

Music. Laughter.

He doesn’t understand the pull in his chest.

His head tilts slightly.

Brooklyn laces the furrow in his brow.

He knows this song. Not the lyrics. Not the memory. Just... the feel.

He follows the sound.

The moment he steps into the kitchen, the air shifts.

Everyone goes quiet, instinctively aware. Thor, still holding the mixing spoon like a sword, looks over with surprise.

Natasha’s eyes flick up—calculating, but calm.

Steve stands a little straighter.

You spot him, instantly, eyes bright with something soft. “Soldat.”

His gaze locks onto you.

Focus returns. The fog tightens. Everyone else blurs. You are the anchor.

He walks slowly into the room—silent but deliberate, every step echoing. He doesn’t acknowledge the others. Doesn’t glance at them.

Just you.

“Doll?,” he says simply.

You smile, small and kind. “You’re up.”

He nods once.

“…You were dancing.” His voice isn’t curious. It’s just a statement.

You nod.

“I was teaching Thor how to bake.”

Bucky glances at Thor, who raises his batter-covered hands and grins. “The Lady is a fine teacher, my new friend!”

Bucky’s jaw clenches subtly.

You catch it.

“Do you want to help?”

There’s a pause.

He doesn’t say yes.

But he steps closer.

That’s enough.

You pass him the bowl.

Bucky holds it like it might break.

You guide his hands. “Here. Slow. Gentle.”

His body responds better to orders than suggestions. He mirrors your movements. His metal arm remains stiff and unused, hovering.

Your small hand rests lightly on his human forearm.

“There you go, Soldat.”

He exhales through his nose. Not quite a sigh.

Behind you, Clint whispers to Sam, “This is like watching a bear learn ballet.” Nat kicks his shin.

When the batch goes into the oven, you wipe your floury hands on your apron and offer him a dish towel. He blinks at it, then uses it like you did.

Tiny progress.

Bucky stands behind you as you lean forward to check the oven. Watching.

“Smells sweet,” he mutters, more to himself than anyone else.

You glance up.

Your voice is quiet, laced with warmth. “It’s supposed to.”

He nods slowly.

The kitchen remains warm and full of lingering scents—baked sugar, cinnamon, the crisp edge of toasted flour. One tray of muffins rests cooling on a wire rack while another still rises golden behind the glass of the oven.

Sam and Clint are arguing about whether or not Thor’s batter-slinging counts as “assault with a kitchen utensil”. Nat looks unimpressed, perched like a cat on the counter’s edge.

Steve is still leaning in the archway, arms folded, but his gaze isn’t casual. It’s on Bucky.

Watching.

Waiting.

You’re wiping a streak of frosting off the edge of a bowl when the next song comes onto the speaker.

It’s old. Real old.

Soft piano. Light snare. A woman's velvet voice, the kind that sounds like it could soothe a storm.

“There’s a somebody I’m longing to see…”

Thor turns toward you like a golden retriever with a crown. “Another one of your mortal songs! Come, we shall dance again!” He extends both flour-dusted hands toward you.

You glance over your shoulder.

Bucky’s standing exactly where you left him. Still, shoulders square, head slightly tilted like he’s listening to something inside the song.

That neutral mask is back—brows furrowed, lips set tight, unreadable.

You hesitate. “I don’t know, Thor…”

Your voice draws Bucky's eyes.

Not his head. Not his body. Just his eyes—a shift beneath the surface, sharp and precise.

You’re used to it by now he doesn’t react well to loud surprises or sudden movements.

He focuses.

The song continues, gently building.

“Someone to watch over me…”

You turn back to Thor with a soft smile. “Maybe later.”

Thor raises an eyebrow. “You fear I will spin you into the fridge again?”

A tiny laugh escapes you. “Maybe.”

Behind you, Bucky blinks—slowly. His jaw loosens slightly, just a fraction.

“I know this,” he murmurs.

Everyone freezes.

It’s quiet. Not stunned silence, but that charged stillness when everyone’s afraid to move in case something precious shatters.

You turn fully toward him.

“Soldat?”

He doesn’t look at you yet. His eyes are somewhere else, pulled into the melody like it’s hooked him through the ribs.

“…This song. It was… on a… record player.” His voice is rough, barely above a whisper. “Room had… yellow curtains. Big windows. A fan spinning slow. I… I was sittin’. Legs out. Had a—” He frowns. Brow tightens. “—a bruise. On my knee. From a fall. Someone was hummin’…”

He trails off.

The moment hangs, trembling.

You step toward him. Slowly. Quietly.

Socks sliding gently on the tile. When you reach him, you look up—he towers over you, but you don’t shrink back.

Your voice is soft. Careful. “Do you remember who was humming?”

He shakes his head once. It’s almost a flinch. “No. Just… hands. They put a bandaid on it. Said I shouldn’t run inside.”

His hand twitches.

You don’t reach out—not yet. But you nod gently, guiding him with the rhythm of your presence.

“Sounds like a good memory.”

He swallows. Adam’s apple bobbing once.

“Don’t know if it’s real.”

Your voice doesn't falter. “Even if it isn’t, it’s yours.”

Finally—his eyes find you.

“Doll.”

That’s all he says.

But he says it like a lifeline.

Behind you, Steve shifts, voice warm but subdued. “That song used to play on jukeboxes back in Brooklyn. Think you and I heard it a hundred times in diners after late nights.”

Bucky doesn’t react to him.

But he does keep looking at you.

You offer him a smile. It’s small, sincere. “Want me to turn it off?”

He shakes his head.

“No. Leave it.”

His voice sounds different now. Still heavy, but… less robotic. More man.

You nod.

And then—slowly—you reach out.

You don’t touch him. Not quite. You let your fingers hover over his flesh hand, palm-up, like an invitation.

He looks at it. Then at you.

Then—his fingers curl into yours.

Gently.

Carefully.

Like the song in his chest might disappear if he moves too fast.

The elevator doors hiss open.

You didn’t think much of it at first. People came and went in the tower all the time. It was a place of chaos, innovation, and the occasional alien.

But then you saw them.

Black combat uniforms. Matching gear. Earpieces. Boots moving in perfect sync.

Six men. Identical emblems on their shoulders.

STRIKE.

And suddenly… the room wasn’t warm anymore.

“Stay where you are.” One of the agents held up a hand. His voice was clipped, official. “This is a retrieval order. Designated asset—Winter Soldier—is to be taken into secure custody immediately.”

Your blood went cold.

Steve stepped forward. “The hell you are.”

The man didn’t flinch. “Orders come from the top, Cap”

You were already moving. Your legs shaky, your voice thin but rising. “He’s not an asset. He’s a person.”

You turn and plant yourself between them and Bucky—who had risen the moment they entered, body tense, eyes narrowed, not like a man afraid, but like a predator calculating.

You felt his presence behind you, that heavy silence you were learning to read. His hand hadn’t even twitched, but you could tell it was close.

“JARVIS,” you said, without looking away from the men, “alert Mr. Stark. Now.”

“Right away, Miss.”

The lead agent’s tone sharpened. “Move aside, ma’am. You’re a civilian.”

“I don’t care what I am,” you snapped. Your voice shook, but you didn’t step back. “You’re not taking him.”

From behind you, his voice was low. Calm. That unsettling stillness of a trained weapon waiting for a green light.

“Doll…”

You didn’t turn. You couldn’t—you were afraid if you looked at him, they’d see the softness in your face and take it as weakness.

“...You want me to drop ‘em?”

The Brooklyn rasp was undeniable now. Bucky Barnes’ voice, shaped by decades and sharpened by pain.

You could order him. You knew he would listen. That terrifying reality sank like a stone in your stomach.

“No, Soldat” you said, forcing steady breath through your chest. “Not unless they touch you.”

The air crackled.

The STRIKE men tensed. Guns stayed holstered, but the fingers on their triggers said they were one flinch away from escalation.

Clint had drawn an arrow without you even seeing him move. Natasha was already beside the window, calculating exits. Sam muttered, “Bad idea, fellas.”

Steve stepped forward again, jaw tight. “You know who that is. You know he’s not a threat here.”

“He’s unstable,” the agent said flatly. “You want to risk a incident ?”

“He’s healing,” you hissed, finally losing the softness. “And you’re trying to tear that away before he has a chance.”

Another agent stepped forward.

Big mistake.

Bucky was there in an instant, the metal arm outstretched to block you from them, eyes darkened to gunmetal grey. His whole frame radiated threat.

The agent froze mid-step.

Bucky didn’t blink. “Touch her,” he said, low and deadly, “and I break you.”

No shout. No warning shot. Just fact.

The way he positioned himself—just ahead of you, feet braced, body angled to protect without trapping—was instinctive. Calculated.

Not as some Soldier.

Not fully.

You pressed your hand to Bucky’s flesh forearm gently. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t drop his guard either.

You turned to the agents again, standing taller despite your size. “He’s not leaving this tower without a fight. And if he does… I go with him.”

The lead agent looked at you like you were insane. “You’re just some civilian, step asid—”

“He’s mine to protect.”

The words surprised even you. Not because they weren’t true—but because you hadn’t meant to say them out loud.

Behind you, you felt Bucky breathe in. A long, slow inhale that felt like a boundary shifting.

The agents exchanged glances, clearly unsettled. Seconds later, JARVIS chimed back in.

“Miss, Mr. Stark is en route. ETA thirty seconds. I suggest these gentlemen reevaluate their survival instincts.”

The tension in the kitchen could be snapped with a breath.

The STRIKE agents were still half-positioned in front of you and Bucky. Their expressions were sharp, poised, but increasingly uncertain. Clint hadn’t lowered his bow.

That he pulled from god only knows where.

Natasha was eyeing their flank, calculating at least five different ways to kill them all. Steve stood at your shoulder, barely resisting the urge to punch someone through a wall.

Then—

DING.

The elevator opened like curtain call.

Tony Stark stepped out, sunglasses on, coffee in hand, sarcasm already loaded like live ammunition.

“Well, well, look at this charming little hostage situation. We having a bake sale, or did I miss the part where government stooges now raid my private tower without asking?”

His tone was light, but the edge beneath it was diamond-sharp.

You felt Bucky shift behind you again, metal fingers twitching in small, reflexive movements. He was still tense, unreadable to most—but you could see the microexpressions. The slight drop of his shoulders. The faintest breath exhaled. He knew you weren’t alone anymore.

The lead STRIKE agent straightened. “Mr. Stark. Our orders—”

“Oh no, I love this part,” Tony interrupted smoothly, strolling toward you with casual arrogance. “You barge in like a low-budget SWAT team, threaten my very adorable receptionist—hi, Sunshine,” he nodded to you mid-sentence, like this wasn’t life and death, “and expect me to just roll out the red carpet for an armed extraction in my own damn house?”

You gave him a look somewhere between mortified and deeply grateful.

“Sir, this is a classified retrieval.”

“Uh-huh.” Tony slurped his coffee obnoxiously. “Here’s another classified fact, you’re all about five seconds from being escorted out by a literal army of sentient vacuum cleaners with plasma beams. JARVIS?”

“Ready to deploy, sir. With enthusiasm.”

The STRIKE agent hesitated.

Tony dropped the act for a moment. His voice dropped an octave. Flat. Cold.

“You don’t get to take what isn’t yours. And he—” Tony’s eyes flicked to Bucky, “—doesn’t belong to you.”

Bucky’s brow furrowed. His stance was still guarded, but he leaned subtly toward you.

“Doll…” he said under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, “…who the hell is he ?”

“Tony, is” you murmured softly, almost amused through the adrenaline. “My boss ... also a friend”

Bucky made a noncommittal grunt and rolled his shoulder. He didn’t look convinced.

He didn’t know Tony. Didn’t care about Tony. But you said he was a friend—and that was enough for now.

He stood like a wall at your back, that unmistakable air of restrained violence. His body language screamed don’t test me, but the only person he actually looked at was you.

“Alright, playtime’s over,” Tony said, switching gears. “He stays. She stays. You all leave. If your higher-ups have a problem with that, tell them to call me—though I might be unavailable, what with the lawsuits I’m about to file for trespassing, unauthorized operation, intimidation, and—you guessed it—traumatizing my receptionist.”

“You’re not authorized to shelter an unstable asset—”

“He’s not an asset,” you snapped, voice rising for the first time since the confrontation began. “He’s a human being.”

You startled yourself with how fierce you sounded. Tony turned toward you, raising a brow like he was genuinely impressed.

“Oh, that’s new,” he muttered. “Look at you, getting all Warrior Princess.”

The agents finally, slowly, backed down.

They filed into the elevator with stiff, silent precision. No one said goodbye.

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Hello again im the person who asked for the seraphim reader shshs I REALLY REALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING ONG😭😭😭

Im asking again if ya dont mind if you do mine again👉👈 will you do reader as that cat from caroline that always disappeared and have the same attitude as that cat (i forgot the name💔) with Jade, Azul, Jamil. Right what scenarios you can imagine dont mind T v T..

Jade, Azul, Jamil with a 'The Cat'! Reader

hi! thanks for the request <3 (also the cat doesn't have a name iirc, isn't he just "the cat"?)

Jade Leech

Jade, with his poised and enigmatic demeanor, actually enjoys your elusive nature—but that doesn’t mean he’s not intrigued by it. Whenever you slip away from conversations, he’s one of the few who doesn’t immediately react, just giving you a knowing look. He catches on quickly that your disappearances are deliberate, and he plays along, responding with subtle jabs that mirror your own humor.

"I do wonder, where have you been lurking this time? The ceiling? The rafters?" Jade’s tone is teasing, his eyes twinkling like he’s in on a private joke only the two of you share.

You appear behind him without a sound, leaning close enough to whisper, “Maybe I never left.”

Jade doesn’t flinch—he’s used to your antics by now—but there’s a slight quirk of his eyebrow that tells you you’ve gotten under his skin just enough. “Careful, or I might follow next time.”

“If you can,” you reply, your voice full of that Cheshire-like amusement, before disappearing again—though you know he’ll catch up soon enough.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul finds your habit of appearing and disappearing at will infuriatingly fascinating. You’re always there when he least expects it, often chiming in with sarcastic remarks that leave him rattled. As the sharp, business-minded octopus he is, he tries his best to maintain control in any situation. But with you, his usual composure is constantly tested.

One day, you’re lounging lazily across his desk, legs swinging off the edge, watching him fumble through contracts. “Careful, Azul. Miss a clause, and it’s your soul next.”

Azul nearly jumps out of his chair, gripping his quill a little too tightly. “How did you get in here? This office is private!”

You simply grin, your voice smooth. “Doors are for people who can’t make their own entrances.”

He huffs, straightening his glasses. “If you’re here to disrupt my business, you’ll need to schedule an appointment like everyone else.”

“Or,” you say, your figure already fading into thin air as you lazily wave a hand, “I’ll just pop in when it’s most inconvenient.”

Azul groans, but you know deep down he’s already thinking of ways to turn your strange talent into a profitable venture.

Jamil Viper

Jamil is hard to surprise, but you’ve perfected the art of doing just that. No matter how calculated his moves are, you always manage to show up when he’s most stressed, casually inserting yourself into the situation with a smug, knowing look that drives him mad.

One evening, while Jamil is in the middle of strategizing, you suddenly appear on the counter, legs crossed, watching him as if you’ve been there the entire time. “Why so tense, Viper? Afraid someone might be... watching?”

Jamil freezes for half a second, then glares at you. “I knew you were there. You’re just trying to unsettle me.”

You grin wider, stretching like a lazy feline. “If you knew, you wouldn’t look so rattled. You humans are always so easy to predict.���

He sighs, clearly not in the mood for your games, but there’s a flicker of exasperated fondness in his eyes. “If you’re not here to help, at least don’t get in my way.”

You disappear once more, your voice echoing behind. “Maybe I’m helping more than you realize.”

Jamil shakes his head but smirks slightly, knowing you’ll pop up again at the worst possible time. He’s already preparing for it, even if he knows you’ll always keep him on his toes.

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[elleetlalune]

๑bound to be | lhs

⤷genre: smut, strangers to lovers.

⤷sypnosis: In which, an insomniac college student meets who she thinks is the most beautiful man alive, she doesn't pay much attention to him at first, until one not so beautful night.

⤷warnings: smut, protected sex (be like them yall), oral (f receiving), tiny tiny angst, fluff, fingering, f.cum eating, inlove heeseung (we love it), Softdom!hee, subv!reader.

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You had tried everything.

From white noise to sleeping pills, yet it seemed like you were cursed. You simply couldn't sleep.Ever. Every night, you'd find yourslef rolling in your bed, hugging your pillow for some sort of comfort or scrolling endlessly on your phone just to make time go by faster.

And tonight was one of those nights.

It's 3AM, and you're laying on your back, mindlessly tracing imaginery patterns on your ceiling, your roommate was gone which only made you feel even more..alone.

It was raining heavily outside, you looked out your window, almost as if you were pulled out of your bed, you got up, put on a coat and took your umbrella leaving your dorm.

Outside, the streets were ghost-empty, as if everyone had fled from the city, you were alone walking down the Han river, who didn't seem as peaceful as usual.

You leaned into the railings, watching the once still river, now alive with small waves from the strong wind that had seemed to scare everything away.

Lost in thought, you didn't notice a young man standing not so far away from you.

Himself drowing in his own discarded thoughts.

But him, he did notice you, he just decided not to act upon it.

The streets lights were flickering and the trees swaying to the rythm of the wind.

You looked at your left and that's when you saw him.

He looked way more peaceful than you, but then if he was he wouldn't be standing here, drenched in rain despite his umbrella, alone, and for a split second your gaze met his, unable to hold it anymore you quickly looked away, your gaze falling once back on the agitated river.

This little routine of yours continued for the next few days, meeting that same guy, yet you never found the courage to go talk to him.

Well atleast until today.

You had just left your late night class, dressed in an oversized sweater and jeans, it was cold and well..night, so you were in a way or another dressed like a polar bear.

You sat at the bench, watching the moon and the very few stars that you were lucky enough to catch in your sight, your headphones playing we fell inlove in october, your hair slightly disheveled from the wind.

Then it happened.

The mysterious guy sat next to you.

He sat next to you.

He didn't pay much attention to you, apart from having increased the speed of your heartbeat. He was simply looking, just like you.

You tried acting nonchalant, because anything else would be beyond embarassing, not for him..for you.

"What are you listening to?" He gently spoke up, awakening you from your trance, you looked at him for what seemed like a while, you had never seen him upclose before and saying he was handsome would be an insult.

He was nearly perfect, his nose a perfectly tilted bridge, his doe-like eyes that seemed like they could alone make you fall inlove, his plump pink lips that.., he was mesmerising, he was an angel.

"we fell inlove in october, by girl in red" you answered, your voice a little too shaky for someone that was faking confidence.

His perfect lips curled into a small smile, before looking back at the view. "You like girl in red?" His head tilting ever so slightly.

You simply nodded your head, not trusting your voice enough to let out another word.

"I like her too, her songs are good." He says, almost talking to himself due to your lack of response, not because you're uninterested, but because you're drowning in your own lake of fluttering feelings.

"I'm Heeseung, by the way" You looked at him, finally putting a name over the face you'd seen so many times, you smiled softly before answering.

"I'm yn" He nodded, taking in your features, who were quite hidden due to the many many layers you had on, but still he had managed to memorise your delicate face, an almost invisible smile spreading across his features, a smile you totally missed.

"yn, you come here often, don't you?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing a little, he had noticed you every.single.time you had set foot in here.

"Yeah, I come here everytime I can't sleep." You don't even notice the words you had just blurted out, before he chuckles, a chuckle that does something to you.

"Well you can't sleep every day?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement but also a hint of curiousity.

"You could say that.." You mutter, your hands fiddling with the silver rings on your fingers.

To your disappointment, he stands up, smiling down at you, his hands deep in his pockets.

"It's getting late, you should go home, yn." You nodded, knowing going home wasn't going to do you any well.

"Goodnight." His voice gentle, just as gentle as a mother's caress, you looked up before saying back. "Goodnight, Heeseung."

It had been a week.

A week since your little talk with your shaped-by-the-gods acquaintance.

But since then, he just well..disappeared?

You came to your usual spot every day, at the very same hour, Heeseung just wasn't there.

Now?

You were sitting on that bench, as per usual, but something was different.

You were clad in a pretty pink mini-dress, your hair styled perfectly, but the difference was..you were crying.

Not sobbing, more like bawling your eyes out. The reason? Your date left you hanging like a fucking piece of shit.

You had dressed up, all dolled up, he had asked you out two days prior, you were unbelievably excited, but then as hours went by your date was nowhere to be seen.

So now you were back to where you belong, on a dirty bench by the stupid han river, alone.

Your body was tired, standing up was a burden, but your mind? Oh it was wide awake.

You felt stupid, for believing that for once someone actually liked you, wanted you, saw you.

Silent sobs left your glossy lips, on which you had spent hours looking for the perfect lip-combo, for nothing after all.

Then you saw him.

Looking at you leaning on the railing.

He slowly approached you, kneeling down infront of your sitting form, his doe-eyes softly looking at you, worry laced on his gaze, flashing with something nearly unrecgonisable. His hand landed on yours, softly stroking them.

He doesn't say a word, neither do you, he just silently comforts you.

"What's wrong?" Heeseung finally speaks up, and that's when you break.

Tears aren't stopping, if anything they're just increasing.

Heeseung stands up, before softly wrapping his arms around your smaller frame.

Is this a dream?

You stiffened at first before letting yourself go and hold back onto him, your tears wetting his shirt, but he couldn't care less.

"I-..My date didn't show up." You confessed looking away, embarassed, pulling away from his warm embrace.

"Well he's a bastard that doesn't have the balls to go out with a pretty girl like you." He says, tucking a stray hair strand behind your ear, his voice soft yet stern.

You don't answer, a slight blush creeps up to your cheeks, he notices it, of course but doesn't say anything.

"Let me take you out on a date, let me show you what a real man is." He says taking your hands in his, his eyes refusing to look anywhere but at your soft features, a face he couldn't ever get out of his mind, a face he had been thinking about a little to much.

His words hit right at your heart, as if cupid had shot his arrow right in your heart.

"You don't have to.."You say, a smile saddened heart adorning your face.

"But I want to, plus it would be stupid to waste such a beautiful outfit on a bad day,right?" He finally smiles at you, his perfect lips stretching into a grin.

You honestly don't know how it all happened.

From crying all tears in your body, to going on a date with Lee Heeseung.

He had brought you to his favourite restaurant, it was fancy.

A bowl of chicken alfredo pasta infront of you and lasagna infront of him. He was eating, but you?

You were looking at him.

"Do you like it?" He asked his voice gentle, as he wiped his mouth with the tissue paper. If you liked it? Oh, you loved it. He was out here treating you like an absolute queen, he was looking at you like you were the only one in his eyes.

"It's really good, thank you Hee." You said the nickname slipping from your lips, a small smile adorning his god-sculpted features.

"No need to thank me, like I said earlier, I wanted to do this," He said, his bigger hand landing softly on your smaller one, softly stroking it.

"I want you, yn" He continued as he noticed the rather..shocked face you had. "More than you can imagine, and I know it may seem stupid cause we practically don't know anything about eachother, but I mean it, I really do." He looked at you a soft small on his face. "Please give me a chance,yn. Let me prove to you that I'm the man you deserve."

Oh.My.God.

Those were the only words that spun around your head.

"I..I like you too, Heeseung." You didn't believe your own words, you had confessed your everlasting love for him without a stutter, an agressive blush crept up your cheeks.

Everything led to another and now you're in his...apartment?

Slamming the door close, he pushed you against it and kissed you ever so passionatly.

His lips molding perfectly on-top of yours, he tasted so sweet, like a forbidden fruit, his plump lips that were begging to be kissed seemed like they were made for yours.

He easily lifted you off the ground, a gasp escaping your mouth, your legs wrapping around his waist.

Your tongue brushed against his, making him let out a small groan.

You felt a pool of arousal in between your legs,a wave of embarrasemnt washed over you as he grinded your nearly soaked panties on his bulge.

His lips teased your neck, he bit,licked to sooth, everything all at once, leaving purple-ish marks all over your collarbone and neck.

Pushing you on the bed, he stroked your hot core with a finger, a sly smirk appearing on his face.

"Already this wet, darling?" His question making you squirm, "Stop teasing.." You mumbled, your body nearly begging for him.

"I need to hear you say it, baby" He tugged his finger at the waistband of your panties.

"I need you, hee."

"So bad.." As if your words had activated something in him, you watched whatever was left of fear or confusion disolve into absolute lust and hunger.

He pulled the baby pink lacy panties down and stooped his head down to your pulsing core, his nose hitting your oversensitive clit, his tongue lapping at your wet folds like a hungry man.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet" His voice vibrating against your pussy, he was eating you out like he hadn't eaten anything in years.

"T-this is..so good.." You managed to whimper out, soft moans leaving your mouth as you bit onto it.

You felt the knot in your stomach loosen, getting closer to your climax, he had gotten you so worked up in moments.

"Hee,I'm..I'm cumming" you let out, his tongue moving skillfully at your now puffy folds, while his fingers moved in and out of your pulsing hole.

"Shit, cum in my mouth, I wanna taste every drop of you, baby" He groaned, a sultry moan escaping your mouth before your milky release came straight on his tongue.

He was licking every spot clean, nothing could go to waste. It wasn't his fault you just tasted so sweet.

He looked at you, the lower part of his face glistening with your..magic?

He unzipped your dress, taking it off swiftly, leaving you in your bra, which followed right after.

Your own hands messily unbuttoning his pants unable to contain your dripping need for him, as you pulled them down, revealing his throbing cock, boxers doing nothing to hide it.

His shirt going over his head, before his pulled his boxers, freeing his growing erection.

You hadn't seen much dicks in your life, but you could tell, He was big, a challenge (That you were more than willing to take).

His cock slapped against his lower abdomen, it was leaking pre-cum, a slight praise that you weren't the only one on cloud 9.

A teasing smirked was on his face. "Like what you see?" You looked at him, eyes drooping. Like was an understatement.

"Hee, please... fuck me."You whined, pulling him closer by his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Taking a condom from your bedstand, he rolled it down his lenght, before slamming onto you.

You both moaned in unison, the sound of skin clapping and wet squelching gradually filled the bedroom.

"Fuck, you're so tight"He groaned , his hands resting on your hips.

You swore you could feel him in your stomach (even though impossible), tears of pleasure filled your eyes, as cries and moans fell from your lips.

"Hee! Oh my..You're.." you couldn't even form correct sentences as he strocked your gummy walls with his cock.

"I know, baby, I know" With each thrust , he filled you completly, leaving no room for doubt, his tip hitting your cervix deliously.

A wave of pleasure surfaced, you were shaking, biting your lips to stop yourself from screaming out his name.

"I-..I'm cumming" You let out as a moan

"Yeah,baby? Cum on my fucking cock, wanna feel you" He thrusted deeply inside of you, feeling your pussy tighten.

As the knot finally unclasped in your tummy, covering his cock with your release.

"Just like that." He moaned, before chasing his own high, his cock twitched in you, while his face contorted in pleasure, as he threw his head back.

"Fuck.." and just like that, his hot release shot in the condom, leaving him lazily thrusting in and out of you before falling on top of you, trying not to hurt you.

"That was amazing, you're amazing" He whispered in your ear,placing a small kiss on your neck.

After getting cleaned up, you sighed looking at him. "I honestly don't know how it all happened." He smiled, that same smile that made you fall for him and chase another man thinking you could never have Heeseung.

"Me neither, but maybe it's just that we're bound to be." He looked at the ceiling, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You mean bound to be together,right?" To which he chuckled, "Whatever helps you sleep at night.

And that night was the first one in years in which you slept like when you used to be a carefree kid.

Maybe he's right.

Maybe you are bound to be.

[konigsfavgirl]

i was wondering how könig would act around you after catching unexpected feelings for you, at first you two were just teammates, slowly becoming friends and now he sees you more than just a friend...

könig is that type to...

Blush Under His Mask Constantly: Even though his tough guy appearance, every time you speak to him or even glance in his direction, his cheeks turn light pink beneath his mask. His voice gets softer, and he fumbles over his words, trying to sound composed but failing adorably. When he realized how terrible he sounds, the urge to escape that room was taking over him. He mumbled a quiet "Excuse me..." and almost ran out.

Go Out of His Way to Be Helpful: König would notice the smallest things you might need help with, like carrying something heavy or reaching for a high shelf. He’d always offer before you even ask, his nervous, “Do you need help?” melting your heart. Sometimes you could even catch him fidgeting with the bottom edge of his shirt.

Stare Without Realizing It: König would get lost in thought while looking at you, only snapping out of it when you catch him. He’d instantly avert his eyes, pretending to focus on something else. His escape point was always the ceiling. He stared at it, like it was something worth to enter a museum.

Mumble Compliments in German: He’d let little things slip, like calling you “schön” (beautiful) or “süß” (cute) under his breath, thinking you wouldn’t hear. If you asked him what he said, he’d shake his head furiously and change the subject.

Stand a Little Too Close Without Realizing It: König doesn’t know how to gauge his own size or presence, so he’d end up standing closer to you than necessary. When he notices, he’d step back awkwardly and mutter an apology. His heart was aching for affection from your side, so every little touch could make him see stars.

Be Quietly Competitive Around You: If you were playing games or doing something together, he’d try just a little too hard to impress you. He wouldn’t brag but would be adorably proud if he won. He might glance in your way, just to check if you saw his perfect victory.

Write Notes He Never Sends: König would write you sweet little notes or letters when he’s alone, imagining giving them to you. However, his nerves would always win, and he’d hide them in a drawer, too shy to let you see how he feels. He promised himself to stop writing those, but he just couldn't help himself. He thought you deserve much more than just words written on the paper.

Adjust His Mask Around You: König would nervously tug at his mask whenever you’re close, worried about how he looks or if it’s sitting crooked. It’s his way of trying to seem presentable, even if he’s already perfect to you. He's always been insecure about himself and this little crush made them even worse.

Keep Souvenirs of Shared Moments: If you gave him anything—a note, a shared photo, or even a napkin from a café—you’d better believe he’s keeping it. He’d cherish these little tokens, glancing at them whenever he misses you. He would even go as far to write down the date and keep those in a small pretty box, hidden from everyone's eyes. You've given that to him, so why should other people admire those as well.

꒰my first writing post so far, tried my best but i promise i will improve soon :>꒱

[alastor-simp]

Be My Valentine - Alastor x Female Reader

♥️HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE! Also I know Alastor is AroAce, but lets just assume in this fic he is not. Enjoy♥️

It was finally Valentine’s Day in Hell, a little holiday that some demons enjoy doing with their partners and others that find it absolutely ridiculous, like a certain deer demon. Alastor didn’t much care for a silly little festivity like this. He found romance a bit ridiculous, but he wouldn’t go as far as to make fun of someone else in a relationship, it wasn’t who he was. He did find Charlie and Vaggie’s relationship adorable, since he saw how happy the two of them were together. The little sparks between Husker and Angel were easy for him to spot, and it led to lot of teasing at the hands of Alastor, which earned him a middle finger from a certain cat on occasions.

Since it was Valentine’s Day, Charlie thought it would be a great idea to decorate the hotel. Heart paper strings were hanging from the ceiling, along with XOXO and heart balloons on the walls. It wouldn’t be Valentine’s Day without some sweets, so Charlie along with Niffty made some chocolate covered strawberries and pretzels for everyone else to enjoy. You were trying to figure out how to help liven the mood. “Music would be nice” you thought. Heading over to the record player, you skimmed for any good songs to play. Frank Sinatra was what you picked, and you decided to play that. The melody began to carry out all throughout the lobby, catching everyone ears, causing them to sway. “Ah! Excellent choice my dear!” You heard Al’s voice call out from behind you. He was sitting on one of the chairs, with a hot cup of coffee in his hand, wearing a pleasing smile. Smiling back, you made your way over to the couch and took a seat, listening to the tunes.

Soon Charlie came running back, “Okay everyone! Ready to start the Valentine gift exchange!” Before the decorations were put up, Charlie suggested that everyone pitch in and do a Valentine gift exchange. The gifts would be exchanged between two individuals: Charlie + Vaggie, Angel Dust + Husk, Niffty + Sir Pentious, and You + Alastor. Everyone got together and presented the gifts. Charlie had given a bottle of perfume and new hair bow for Vaggie. Vaggie gave Charlie a unicorn plushie and T-shirt with their faces on them. Angel got Husk a fancy bottle of Italian wine. Husk gave Angel a popular perfume from the Lust ring plus some mini outfits for Fat Nuggets. Niffty had actually handmade mini plushies of Sir Pentious and his egg bois. Sir Pentious got Niffty some roses plus a new sewing kit.

Now it was time for you and Alastor to exchange gifts. While you did have something for Al, there was something else you wanted to give him, but it was a surprise. Alastor was smiling down at you, hands behind his back, holding a mini box and bouquet. “Here you are my dear!” He handed you the box and flowers. Ahh he remembered how much you loved (your favorite flowers). Thanking Alastor, you opened the box, which contained a beautiful ruby necklace

“W-ow Al! This is beautiful! Thank you.” Holding the necklace up, you looked up at Alastor, face flushed. “You’re welcome, my dear! Allow me!” Grabbing the necklace from your hands, he motioned his body behind you, helping to place the necklace around your neck. Turning back around, you pulled out your gift and presented it to Al, “Happy Valentines Day Al” Grabbing the black box with red ribbon from your hand, he opened it, revealing a new rose tinted monocle. He had broken the one he had before, and didn’t have the time to replace it. “Ah I needed a new monocle. Thank you kindly, y/n!” Smiling you nodded your head and faced back towards the others

Al looked into the box again and saw a little piece of paper that was placed underneath the monocle. Turning away, he took the paper out and read it:

“ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏꜰᴛᴏᴘ ᴀᴛ 8 ᴘᴍ”

Well well, what was this? Another surprise, perhaps? Smile widening on his face, He placed the paper in his suit pocket, before turning back to everyone like nothing happened. The day continued as normal, with everyone chatting about random topics and participating in some bonding activities like board games and watching some random romance movies. It soon gotten late and it was time for everyone to head to bed, or so you thought. The glances you saw between Charlie and Vaggie hinted that they were going to be doing something else. Even Husk and Angel dust, especially since you saw Angel dragging Husk into his bedroom, well good for them, they make a cute couple. Going to head up and finish your plans, your eyes caught Al who had looked right at you. You smiled and walked away.

**8 PM- Alastors POV**

"Hmm I wonder what the little darling has planned for me?” Al thought to himself, as he made his way to the location you told him in the note. Ascending up the stairs, Al arrived at the door that led to the rooftop and opened it slowly. His eye widen at what he saw. In front of him was a small dinner table with chairs, decorated with candles and roses.

He was left stunned by what he saw. Walking closer to where the table is, he admired the little set-up. "Do you like it?" Turning his head around, Al saw you standing there, wearing a flowy black dress, bright smile place on your face. Alastor looked back at the table, then at you, "Was this the little surprise you had planned for me? If you wanted to have dinner with me, all you had to do was ask, my dear." Alastor gave a soft smile, making his way to you, lifting your chin, "You look positively radiant, darling." His words caused you to flush, "T-thank you. Go and take a seat Al. I'll be right back," Alastor smiled and let you go, heading over to the chair to take a seat.

Soon, you came back holding two plates, the aroma wafting off of them was mouth-watering. Placing them down, the smile on Al's face had widen. In front of him was a tender venison steak, his favorite, along with a side of salad and baked potatoes.

After that, you had grabbed a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, and poured it into the wine glasses for both you and Al. Once everything was set in place, you slowly took a seat on the other side of the table. "This is my first time cooking venison, so I hope you like it." You fidgeted with your fingers under the table. "This looks spectacular! Thank you my dear!" He grabbed his wine glass and held it up in front of you, "Cheers, my dear!" Smiling, you grabbed your glass, bumping it against Al's, letting out a small clink. The both of you started to eat the meal you prepared, well you were watching Al more than eating, monitoring his reaction. You knew about his diet and what he mainly ate, so last thing you wanted was for him to try the venison you prepared and do a spit-take. The fork in Al's hand, held a piece of steak, and slowly it made its way into his mouth. The whole time you were sitting there, gazing at his reaction to see if he liked it. His expression didn't change, but he went back in for another bite, and another, and another. Heaving a sigh of relief, you were happy that he liked the meal, letting you go back to your meal.

Soon the both of you had finished eating, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Delicious!" Al said, wearing a pleasant smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Are you in the mood for some dessert?" You said as you got up from the table, and made your way over to grab the dessert that was hidden. Walking back, you placed a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries on the table.

"My dear, you know I'm not a fan of sweets." Al said to you, while looking at the bowl with strained face. "I made these myself using dark chocolate, so they won't be as sweet, trust me." Grabbing one of the strawberries, you held it up towards all, "Say ahh." Al raised an eyebrow at that, but he shook his head, amused at your actions, before taking a bite. Looking at him, you were expecting him to spit it out, but surprisingly he swallowed, "Not bad!"

Whew, glad he liked them. Now it was time to tell him what you were thinking/feeling. "Um Al? Can I ask you something?" Alastor looked at you, smiling like the joker. "Of course my dear! What is it?" He leaned in, placing his elbows on the table, lifting his head up with his hands. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy, and your palms were sweating. Your eyes looked down at your hands, until you turned your head back up to look at Al. "W-will you be my valentine?" Alastor eyes widen at that statement, but he continued to gaze at you. Feeling nervous, you looked back down to your hands, "Y-you don't have to answer, I understand you find romance and stuff a hindrance." you said. The two of you were sitting in awkward silence, until you heard his chair scrap across the ground, indicating he had gotten up. You knew it, he was going to leave. You had made him upset.

A hand was placed under your chin, making you look up. Alastor hadn't left, he had only gotten up to get closer to you. "Stand up, my dear." He said to you. Moving slowly, you got up from your chair and stood in front of Al. He continued to look down at you, his eyes flashing crimson. Then he got closer, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. "What an adorable request! I must admit, developing relationships with another is still new to me. However! I wouldn't mind forming one with you, my dear. I accept!" He whispered all of this in your ear, causing goosebumps to form. Your eyes got teary, as you hugged him back. After a while, Alastor moved a bit, placing one hand under your chin, and the around your back. He had a small smile on his face and his eyes were soft. "Happy Valentines day, my doe." His head moved closer to yours, causing you to slowly shut your eyes, letting his lips press against yours in a soft kiss.

~END~

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[jjaehyunnxie]

hide and seek

reader x perv!jisung

! MDNI, jisung is a slight pervert, voyeurism, haechan catches them

"Alright, everybody! Cheers!!" Haechan's loud voice fills the room as the clinking of the glasses ring, before everybody takes a big gulp out of their drinks.

A random act of kindness sparked Chenle when he offered to throw a party at his house. Everybody could swear there was something wrong with him but he insisted on it. And now here you all were. 8 people, all gathered up at one long table covered in food prepared diligently by Chenle and Jaemin (although, everybody offered to help them out). It was a rather wholesome scene. Something about everyone being gathered in one place, sharing conversations and enjoying the same food was so heart warming.

Looking at it carefully, Chenle's house really was huge. Marble flooring, tall pillars with neat designs on them, a ceiling that seemed to go way too high and large windows with a stunning view. Everything was big and expensive-looking. Weirdly enough, it fit Chenle's vibe perfectly.

You sat beside Jisung who was extra talkative today. He kept showing you things he's been into lately, ranting passionately to him. Jisung always mentioned that talking to you about these things made him happy and you knew there was probably no one else willing to listen to his rants so you gave in and offered him your full attention for most of the night, up until food was served and he got silent.

"Attention!" Haechan's voice makes everyone turn their head towards him, clinking his teaspoon on his almost empty glass of beer. "I say...how about, we play a game? A game that can only be played in such a large and beautiful house."

"What are you hinting at? Do you wanna burn my house down or something?" Chenle asks with a slight chuckle, expecting Haechan's response to be entertaining as always.

"Hide and Seek", Haechan says with a smile.

Everyone turns to eachother in confusion. Why such a childish game? You were all full grown adults so why bother with these things?

Donghyuck could feel the frustration growing from the members so he chooses to add something else. "Guys, come on! What's wrong with playing a fun children's game once in a while? Plus, it's not everyday you get to be in a mansion like this! We gotta use it to our heart's content!!"

"I'm in." Chenle says, his smile intrigued. So, once the host agreed to it, obviously everybody else agreed to it as well.

Spinning his empty soju bottle, the cap landed on Haechan. He tried to hide his excitement but it was too obvious he was enjoying this.

Thus, he ends up covering his eyes and counting 'till 20, while everyone else rushed to find a spot to hide. Secretly, everybody tried to make it so that Haechan doesn't succeed in finding anyone, just to see his pout as he swears for the nth time that he'll never play games with "you traitors". But to everybody's surprise, finding a spot to hide was harder than imagined.

At this point, everyone had already hidden. All the good areas you thought of were occupied and Haechan was already reaching the last 10 numbers. Suddenly, as if sent by the heavens, you see a closet in what seemed to be Chenle's room. You dash to it, opening it slowly while you take a second to pray that nobody was inside already. Your prayers were left to scatter as you see Jisung, standing cramped and uncomfortable.

There was just no way you could be this unlucky. Just as you were about to close the door to the closet, thinking about just giving up and turning yourself in - maybe help haechan find everyone else - Jisung grabs your wrist.

"Come in, there's still some space left." he whispers.

This sounded like a bad idea. I mean, you? Cramped up in a tight closet with Jisung? The guy that seemed to always stick to you like glue and that always stares at you with an oddly loving look from afar? Still, as you hear Haechan say "19...18...20!" you give in, quickly entering the closet, trying to take up as little space as the door closes, cutting off any source of light that was there.

Chenle's clothes were stacked on the right side of the closet, while the other side was left empty for any jackets to hang. Despite there being no coats hanging, your back was still pressed against Jisung's chest, cramped up in the tiny space that somehow seemed to be much larger.

For a long while you just hear Haechan's frustrated groans and complaints, "Just where did you guys hide!! Come on!!!" mixed with his confident cheers "Found you! See? I told you I'm good at this! Now help me find the rest...". Of course, all of this on top of Jisung's breathing that kept getting heavier and more uneven. His hands were ghosting over your figure, as if he was trying to shut up every voice in his head that told him to grab your waist or hips - just to touch you.

The limited space for movement was making your body numb. As you try to stretch your limbs, you suddenly feel something hard poke your ass. Jisung is quick to apologise, saying he didn't mean it, that it's just the situation - all the while, his hands were found secured on your hips, gripping them with little shame.

"Jie, what are you-?"

"Shhh...please. I'm sorry, okay? I can't help it..." he whines in a whisper. His apologises are a terrible contrast from his actions which slowly rub your hips on his bulge.

This was so wrong. Yet, why was he so cute? His soft pleads, his painfully desperate voice brushing over your ears as he tries his hardest to beg for you while also staying quiet. His crush on you being so obvious was already adorable in the first place, just how much cuter can this guy even get?

"Please, y/n. Just the tip...I'll be quick-fuck, I'll cum right away, I promise."

You just had to give in.

"Okay, okay. Be quiet, though. Hyuck shouldn't catch us..."

He nods rapidly. "I'll do anything. He won't catch us. I promise you." Jisung rambles empty promises as you can hear the soft clinking of his belt being unbuckled and his zipper quickly pulled down in a swift motion. His hand slides under your skirt, fingers tugging at your panties before pushing them aside. He groans at how wet you already are. You're just as perfect as he always imagined. Plush pussy, glossed and ready for his dick.

He wastes no time, slipping his tip in with ease, earning a shaky exhale from him. He pushes in and out of you, slipping his tip in and out. But with every slide, it feels as if he tries to go deeper.

"Shit, baby. I'm sooo sorry, I need your pussy so bad." he whines as he shoves his whole length in you, finding a steady pace as he thrusts deep. His left hand slithers to your chest, squeezing your breast tightly, while his right hand goes under your skirt, rubbing your clit.

"Y-You said only the-fuck" your moans became more and more difficult to keep quiet, desperate whines that were impossible to not hear from outside.

His hand rushes to your mouth, muffling your moans as his thrusting picks up speed. "It's okay, I'm almost done. Just a little more, okay?" he pleads with a shaky voice, large hands wrapped around your body as the wet sounds of skin slapping filled the small, cramped up area.

"Oh, shiiit, y/n. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum in this tight pussy...'s all yours..."

Unable to warn him about your orgasm approaching as well, it takes you over, cunt clamping down hard on his length as he lets out desperate cries and pleads, continuing to fuck into you silly.

He doesn't last long before his cock shoots its ropes of hot cum in you with stuttering hips, his body left trembling and struggling to keep you up on your feet.

He rushes to stuff his softened dick back in his pants, trying as hard as he can to hide any evidence of his doings but is only startled when Haechan opens the door to Jisung zipping his pants up and you, struggling to stand up and a fucked out expression on your face.

"You guys are seriously unbelievable. If you hadn't finished then, I would've come in myself to finish it off." He scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. "Searched the whole villa for you two, only to find you having your own 7 minutes in heaven."

[blurredfloweryblood]

I think people overlook just how complex Bloberta is. Yes, she is not a good mother, she's neglectful and cold and uncaring most of the times, but that's the point. Neither Bloberta or Clay should've had a family, due to their own self hatred. The worst people in all time got married and make it everyone's problem.

Bloberta married out of desperation. Imagine being a middle child that's not even a ghost in her own house. You don't haunt anything because that means that you would be something, but as far as your mother is concerned, there's just you, and piece of furniture in everyone's way, the body in the corner of every family photo.

And your father plays with his fingers and looks down, apologetic, with his mouth shut. He drinks out of a flask, and you're his everything. The liquor eases his throat and his voice is syrupy. You are someone, and your reflection is dim, but your father looks at you, and you're seen, but not known, and thus, you're not loved.

And all your friends have pretty rings on their fingers that they show when they talk, moving their hands. They giggle and gush and raise their voices to octaves, cradling with the palm of their hands their faces with blush on them. You wonder what it feels like. Does love bubble? Is it fluttering in their soul and blood? Does it make you twitch and yearn? How's it like to have a man's attention, with their smirks and eyes, promises made in front of an altar. Someone to have in the palm of your hand. You want to be someone's wife, a shadowy silhouette that comes home, and calls you dear. In your stomach, there's an emptiness, but what else can you do?

There is no world beyond the town. Or at least, no world for you. You're not the smartest, not the prettiest. God made a plan, so he made you for something, right? There's something you can do, something nobody else can do, but you.

And at a wedding, where the bride, in a pompous white dress, kiss her husband and throws her rosey flowers, you don't catch it. You don't know if that means anything, really. You're getting old, and your smile is showing, and you're afraid of never leaving your fucking house. Because that place was never a home. You were never supposed live there.

And the man you meet, he's, well, nice to look at, you guess? I mean, you could live with it. He has a blue suit and a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. You pat down your dress, and clutch your gloved hands when you ask him to go to the reception. Please don't leave. Don't leave because nobody wants me. Nobody else will marry. Maybe that's why, you've been here all your life. Or whatever the fuck it is.

And you sit and talk and he's all awkward and gangly. And that's fine. That's fine, you can work on that. He speaks about reading the bible and your fingers are tapping the table. But he's fine, and you can't go back to that house ringless. You won't go back to that house a failure, nothing. A talentless, out of place, nothing.

You get order drinks. When your father drinks, he's nice, and you feel the warmth of what could be his love. It isn't quite love, but it's as close as you can get. And he drinks, and drinks and drinks. And you want him to stop. Because he turns into this idiot, an imbecilic sack of shit. And you feel your cheeks burn, your fists clench. He's not what you thought he was. He needs to learn. You'll take care of him, he's broken, and you fix things. You could be his wife and fix him, and on the way, it'll fix you too. God made you a little twisted, a little wrong. But it's fixable. It always is.

And you hit him, straight in the face. It knocks him out and leaves an ugly reddish mark. You out his head on your lap and the salon is empty. You look down at him as he opens his eyes and you say: " I'll take care of you." And he nods, and you stay there.

But what are you now? You look up at the ceiling and there's a muffled sound of children and his snoring. The ceiling is cracking and needs to be repainted. There's not a spot of mold in this house because it's the only thing you can fix and shape. Cleanliness is the way to god, the way to holy fixing. Your house and it's white, clean floors sweep your feelings away. Like dust beneath a rug, there are muffled. But they always come back up, creeping up your throat.

You hate him. Repulsive, needy, whining man that cries and moans and will drink himself to death. You hope he does. You hope you both go to sleep and never wake up. Your bodies a testament, of failures in your life. Maybe your mother was right. Maybe God didn't make you to be happy. There's no plan for you, and you make do for a life that's crooked and empty. There's not a home within this walls. And you're a shadow. Just another piece of the furniture on display.

Nobody wants your body, and it has never been touched with love. Maybe you are disgusting, and you two were meant to be. Why not marry him? Why not staying? Where else could you go? When there is nothing for you. Just this town, just this church, just this God.

Just this husband, and children. And a ring on your finger, never shining under the sun.

[kairiscorner]

inspired by @binibinileonara's idea :D

ok but imagine miguel with an airheaded personality but super smart gf like

miguel o'hara with a genius, airheaded girlfriend (headcanons + blurbs !!)

he could never fathom at first how you could be so amazingly smart, the real problem fixer for nearly everything, finding all the little things that need correction in the plans he comes up with–but also be so oblivious at times.

he appreciates how sweet you are, but he doesn't like it when you give other people the same attention you give him, with you not really seeing anything wrong with being friendly with miguel and everyone else all the same.

when he gets mad, you're the only one who can bare him (hell you even tease him that he'll look way older if he frowns again when he's irritated).

he loves how you can go from proposing solutions to multiversal threats that can undo everything that has ever come into existence in the blink of an eye to petting kitties the next moment and giving them names after kinds of fish.

he can never have a serious, adult conversation with you, you're too busy staring at his hair and thinking how nice it'd be to touch it, how fluffy it'd be.

"are you even listening to me?" miguel asks you with a scowl on his face as you absentmindedly gaze up at his hair's curls. "are you listening to me?" he asks you again as he gently grabs your cheeks and brings your eyes to look into his. "you have such puffy hair, miggy." you say with a smile as he grumbles. "is it that hard for you to focus on what i'm saying?" "when you've got tufty locks like that, yes, it is." you said as you instinctively reached out for his hair, with him reluctantly letting go of you and sitting down for you to run your hands across his hair.

you take advantage of the fact he isn't as good with technology as you are and intercept his calls all the time just to play 'barbie girl' or 'california girls' to piss him off.

he does appreciate how cute you are when you're being an airhead sometimes, especially if you had a childish side to you that liked things just as cute, sweet, and adorable as you.

(((you were the one who made the miggy doll)))

he does wonder sometimes how you can monitor the multiverse while playing games on the side. he has told you repeatedly to focus, but you tell him all the time that you can focus on everything, it's easy for you, he's just being a perfectionist.

if you're easily distracted by sweets, like just drop all your work to have a bite of something sweet, miguel would bait you to quit teasing him with some candy. or if you're being difficult and don't wanna help on a mission because you're too tired or stubborn that day, he baits you with sweets.

"please, i won't ask for anything more after this, i just need you to coopera–" "no, it's naptime." you said as you were about to head to your private quarters. miguel blocks your way with his massive figure, with your grumbling under your breath as he stares you down. he pulls out a bag of your favorite candies, which catches your attention. with widened eyes, you look up at him and back at the candies. "will you please cooperate now?" he asked you as you snagged the bag from his hands and snacked on one of the candies. "okay, maybe i will. it's child's play anyway, let me help." you said with a cheeky grin as miguel groaned. he loved you dearly, but it was like you were always getting your way with him. though he didn't hate it, you really were cute like this.

i just know you get stuck in some of the spider people's webs sometimes, especially when you're goofing off with their webshooters. and who's gonna save you?

"miggyyyyyyyy..." you called for him as you hung upside down by the ceiling, wrapped in synthetic webbing as miguel entered the room, seemingly unfazed by your current state. he sighed as he sliced you free of the web restraints and caught you in his arms. "miggyyyyy!" you cooed his name as you snuggled up close against his chest. "why do you keep doing this?" he asks you as you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiling as you were now in his arms. "maybe i just wanted to be in your arms for a change..." "or you just love being an irresponsible little brat." he murmured as you giggled and looked up into his eyes.

"but you'll save me anyway, right? then i guess my plan worked." you said with a sly smile as miguel threatened to drop you. "no, miggyyyyyy..." you whimpered as you clung on to his neck as he let go of you. he sighs reluctantly as he scoops you up and carries you around, not minding the onlookers who'll stare you being carried like a baby by this man.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @jrrantss @fictarian @yuridopted0 @ophanimgold @luvstarrstruck @arachnoia

[wheeboo]

eyes don't lie | jeon wonwoo

SYNOPSIS. in which you and wonwoo have a late night conversation. PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, comfort, lil angst if you think about it, best friends to lovers WARNINGS. conversations abt death, just 2 'besties' having deep talks :') WORD COUNT. 1.5k

notes: idk rlly know what this is and idk where i was going with it but i hope you enjoy lmao

"Do you think that when we die, we see black forever?"

You hear Wonwoo's phone shut off immediately at your question, and the silence that follows right after is almost suffocating, like you're holding your breath. You feel the bed dip right next to you𑁋probably from Wonwoo adjusting himself𑁋and then you feel the momentary contact of his arm against yours. He feels warm, like he always does.

Your brain is doing its runs, Wonwoo presumes, eyes gazing around your dimly-lit room before landing on you sprawled on the bed next to him, legs straight and eyes piercing up at the ceiling above. The only sounds he can hear is your synchronized breathing, the ticking of your clock on the wall, and the distant blare of car horns from the city outside.

You steal a glance at him, his silhouette barely visible in the moonlight filtering through the window. His forehead is creased, eyes shadowed in thought, nose crinkling for a brief second to rid of an itch. He's thinking about the question, and you swear you can visibly see the gears and cogs turning in his mind.

"Maybe," he finally says, voice barely a whisper. "Or maybe it's like that dreamless sleep we have at times. Nothingness, but not in a bad way. Just... a pause, I guess."

"A pause?" You lift a brow. "But wouldn't that be like... ceasing to exist?"

Wonwoo just shrugs, the movement barely discernible in the darkness. He shifts his body slightly, and maybe there's just a bit more space between you two because a sudden chill seems to course through you.

"Not exactly," he murmurs. "Think of it like a comma. It's not a full stop; it's a moment of quiet before the next chapter starts."

"The next chapter?"

He hesitates, then speaks cautiously, "It's... you know, like another life. We shed this skin, and become something else, somewhere else."

A hum leaves your lips, then a wave of silence washes over the room. It stretches for what feels like an eternity, and Wonwoo can't tell if you're lost in thought or waiting for him to elaborate. The moonlight pouring in from your bedroom window dances on the edges of the room, casting shadows that flicker like the thoughts swirling around you two.

"But... but don't get me wrong," Wonwoo adds, breaking the silence before it grows even longer. "It's not something to be scared of, I think. It's like... coming home. Finally understanding the story you've been living without even knowing the plot."

A quiet chuckle leaves your lips, soft as the rustle of leaves in a night breeze. It's a sound laced with both amusement and wonder, and it catches Wonwoo off-guard, sending a shiver down his spine, and maybe his heart to race a little faster too.

"What?" he asks, voice coming out a bit hoarse and deep.

"Just..." Your voice trails off, tracing patterns on your bedsheets below your fingers. "The way you put it. Coming home. It's comforting... somehow."

"Comforting?" he repeats, surprised. "Death usually doesn't get that label."

You snort, letting your body fully face him now. "I know. I just... I guess I'm a little scared. So I like to think that it's, um, different for everyone, you know? Like maybe... it's your favourite dream, or the most beautiful sunset you've ever seen, or a room with everyone you've ever loved. Or maybe..." You pause, unable to voice the thought twisting your gut. "...it's just nothing. Just darkness."

You watch as Wonwoo turns his body to face you fully, a soft, understanding smile playing on his lips. Your eyes drop down to his mouth for a second, a breath catching in your throat, before meeting his gaze. You've always admired how his eyes look, but there's something about it right now𑁋the way the lights catches them, like flecks of stardust scattered across the night sky𑁋that makes you feel so small.

Yet you also hate how it's so beautiful, like something you think you can look at forever, even though 'forever' is simply just a concept, isn't it?

So you really wish he can he can just freakin' close them𑁋

"Please don't look at me like that," You mutter aloud as you break the eye contact, feeling a sudden vulnerability run through you.

Wonwoo blinks, puzzled. "Huh? I'm just looking𑁋"

"You look at me like... like every𑁋actually, just forget about it." You suddenly sit up in bed, taking in a deep breath to calm your racing heart. "Forget everything I just said."

Your abrupt shift hangs heavy in the air, the unspoken words louder than any you'd spoken. Wonwoo's brows furrow as he sits himself up on your bed as well, a frown now etching across his features, his hand hovering in mid-air as if reaching out to you but unsure where to land.

"I... Did I say something wrong?" he asks, quietly and cautiously. Seriously, why does he have to exist? He's just looking at you, he's right, but the way he does it feels like he's seeing right through you, straight to the raw, exposed core of your fears and feelings. "I'm sorry if I did."

You shake your head. "No, you didn't. I-I'm sorry. I ruined the moment."

The air around you is thick with something unspoken, a lingering tension that hints at a conversation left unfinished. You can practically feel Wonwoo's gaze burning into the back of your neck, even though you can't bring yourself to look back at him. Your fingers play absentmindedly with the edge of your bedsheets, lips pursing together into a tight, straight line. You don't know where to go from here.

And then, Wonwoo takes a leap of faith. "Can you... tell me how I look at you?"

You feel yourself hesitate, the question catching you slightly off-guard, an unexpected flip of the script that leaves you momentarily speechless. It was like he'd plucked the very thought you wished he wouldn't voice: the one that made your throat constrict and your stomach flip. When you turn back to him, he's already looking at you, and you feel that vulnerable feeling again.

"It's like... I-I don't know. You just..." You begin, searching for the right words to say. "You look at me like you're telling me that everything's okay."

There's a dance of emotions that flicker on his face at your words, like he's trying to process everything and nothing at once.

"Oh," is all he mutters out, the single word hanging heavy in the air between you.

"Yeah, and I really hate you for that," You say heartedly, attempting to lighten the mood.

Wonwoo giggles nervously. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?"

"For... um, looking at you like𑁋"

"No, I'm sorry for falling for you," You confess, a half-smile playing on your lips. "I tried not to, but... I did."

For a moment, the only sound is the rhythmic click of the clock on your wall. You watch him closely, heart hammering against your ribs, waiting for some reaction, any reaction. You almost wish you could take it back, swallow it whole and pretend it never happened.

"And I guess that's why I'm scared," You continue on, knowing there's no going back now. "scared to lose this, to lose you, that something as inevitable as... you know, death, will take it all away."

"You're not going to lose me," Wonwoo reassures. "I'm right here."

A small, appreciative smile tugs at the corners of your lips. "You say that like you can control everything."

"I know I can't," he admits with a gentle chuckle. "but I can promise to be here for as long as possible."

A heartbeat passes, then another. Wonwoo swallows, his throat suddenly feeling dry from your locked gazes. There's that look in his eyes again, the one that sends butterflies to your stomach and makes your heart flutter so clumsily. You feel the heat crawling up your cheeks, because dammit you really could push him off the bed right now.

You let out a cough, face feeling hot. "Anyway, can you reject me so I can move on?"

A playful grin stretches across his face. It starts small, perhaps a hesitant curve at the corner of his lips, but it blossoms quickly like a sunrise chasing away the night.

"Reject you?" he questions in disbelief, peering at you as if you were crazy. "Why on earth would I do that?"

"Well," You start. "because it's the only way for me to get over you, obviously. Oh, and so I can stop tripping over my own feet every time you're around and move on."

Wonwoo throws his head back and laughs, the sounds coming deep within his chest. You would never get tired of his laugh. "And who said I wanted to reject you?"

It's your turn for the smile to your face to fade just slightly, mouth agape as if you're about to say something, but nothing comes out.

Wonwoo scoffs. "I like you too, you know. I was just waiting for you to figure it out."

Now it's your turn to blink in disbelief.

"You... like me?"

He just shrugs, but the curve to his lips remains.

"Maybe that's why I look at you the way I do," he tells you, the tips of his fingers brushing against yours on the bed. "because you make everything feel okay."

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[ashwhowrites]

Could i request maybe a thing were theyre taking care of eddie after the upside down, hes sleeping on a pull out at bestfriend readers house, waynes at work, and theyre both in separate rooms, the reader is touching themselves and the walls are alot thinner than she realised, he can hear every whimper and eep she tries to cover and all the wet sounds

Eddie hasnt been able to touch himself for a long time because hes been too busy with recovery and appointments, he didnt realise how pent up he was until he could hear his best friend and never thought about her like that until now and he has no idea why he never realised how hot she was

Maybe one day he catches glimpses of her walking to the bathroom naked (she thought everyone was asleep) and next time he realizes he can see her through a crack in the door while shes at it, maybe through a mirror so he gets a full new or he can only see a part of her through the door, torturing himself

Idk how youd get to this point but she maybe helps him masterbate because she feels sorry for him, maybe thinks because of all the stress and meds, hes finding it hard to finish and hes frustrated that he cant go out and meet anyone.

Someone that isnt her and it makes her jealous and sad

But something snaps between them and they fuck

hes like a wild animal when he finally gets his hands on her, she was scared he was gonna hurt himself

Probably gets hard again seeing the swollen mess hes made of her cunt 😋

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting <3 I hope I gave all the smut justice

⚠️smut

BFF...best friends fuck

After the torture Eddie went through in the upside down, he struggled to be alone. He had night terrors, he had flashbacks any time he touched his cuts. And Y/N couldn't stand to see her best friend that way. She forced him to stay with her, she lived alone and could easily care for him when he needed it, Wayne was too busy with work. She was there for anything he called for. She helped with the night terrors and sometimes slept beside him. But he mostly kept to himself, which she understood. He went through something traumatic and needed time to process everything.

But she was a girl, who had a hot best friend that she's seen shirtless over and over. She ignored the way her cunt ached when she'd treated the cuts on his chest and stomach. He was vulnerable and it was wrong to be turned on when he was in that state. But his skin felt amazing underneath her fingers and her brain couldn't forget it.

The same fingers she ghosted over his chest with, were working inside her cunt. Two fingers pumping in her as she imagined Eddie's skillful fingers. Her brain always went dead when he played the guitar, dripping as he held the pick in his mouth.

Eddie struggled to sleep, every movement sent a hissing pain throughout his whole body. Most nights he didn't sleep, just stared at the dark ceiling. But he kept hearing these small whimpers. He couldn't move anywhere without help, so he tried to slide up on the bed. His ear was against the wall, and to his luck, he could hear. The sound was coming from Y/N's room. Eddie worried she might have been hurt, knuckles on the wall about to knock before he heard something else. She was moaning and sounded breathless.

"Fuck...yes." Eddie felt his cock growing hard. She was touching herself, and he didn't need to guess from the moans. He could hear how wet she was through the walls. He tried to keep his breathing stable, but he could hear she was getting closer. Her moans were becoming whimpers only, a blabbering mess as she came all over her fingers. He quickly went back into his sleeping position when he heard her door open, his own cracked, she refused to let him keep it closed. Through the small crack, he could see her sneaking into the bathroom. Eddie bit his tongue as he saw her in a shirt and panties. He only heard the sink runningbefore she headed back off to bed. Her door is now open.

Eddie wanted to smack himself for the sinful thoughts running through his head. It was Y/N, his best friend since childhood and now he's imagining how tight her cunt was.

He never looked or thought about her that way.

~~~

But now, it's all he could think about. He felt like he was in actual hell when she came in the next morning. Now wearing pants she sat on his bed. She treated his wounds with the same fingers that were soaked inside of herself. He felt himself staring at her fingers. Wondering which ones she used to fuck herself, If next time he could lick her fingers clean instead of the sink.

He tried to forget about each day, but it wasn't working. He found himself listening close to hear her at night. Even though it was torture, he found himself addicted to her sounds and wanted to hear them over and over.

Some nights his wishes were answered, a slight buzz sounding through the walls and her moans reaching his ears. He tried to move his hand down to his cock, but all his bones ached at the movement. He clenched his teeth as he fisted the sheets. He found himself imagining her again, wondering which position she was fucking herself in and where exactly the vibrator was touching. He wondered how she liked it, rough or soft. Did she like to be dominated? He tried to remember her past boyfriends, but found a new sense of jealousy he'd never felt before. He knew she had sex, she talked about it before. And it never bothered him. But now, he felt like he could strange every man that touched her and fucked her cunt.

He also wondered what or who she thought about.

~~~

Even though he was healing more and more every day, he was tortured by her. She was walking around in a towel, assuming he was off to bed. But his eyes locked on the mirror that showed through the crack of her door. She stood there as she slipped off the towel. Eddie felt a growl in his throat, he almost was pissed at himself for never seeing how hot she was in the first place. All his ex-girlfriends thought they had a thing for each other, and he laughed at it. But now he realized he was missing out the whole time. Eddie tried to look away but then her hands traveled up her tits, her fingers yanking on her nipples as one hand reached between her thighs.

Eddie felt his cock twitching, this time he didn't care how bad it hurt. He was so riled up and tired of the sexual frustration. He breathed through his nose as he reached for his cock. Biting back the pain as he wrapped his hand around himself. Pumping himself slowly as he watched her touch her body. Her thighs shook and she held on to the mirror, disappearing a little from his eyesight. He leaned over, itching his way closer to see. Then he felt his body falling.

"FUCK!" he screamed, his body slamming into the floor. He shoved his cock back in his boxers, her footsteps racing to him. She came in with the towel, worry on her face as she flipped on his light.

"EDDIE! OH MY GOD!" she kneeled beside him, checking to make sure he wasn't bleeding anywhere.

"I'm fine." He huffed even more, frustration building. She was touching his body again, she didn't have time to wipe her fingers clean and her smell was lingering in his nose. He could see the light reflecting off her wetness. He couldn't even get a fucking orgasm.

"You fell! Let me help you up ." Her arms went under his armpits but he shoved her off.

"I said I'm fucking fine." He spat, he was breathing hard. His breath smacked her face as she looked at him. His eyes were dark, and he looked pissed.

"I know you don't like help, but you need it." She spat back, rolling her eyes at his attitude. She tried again to lift him but he shoved her off again.

"LET ME FUCKING HELP!"

"I DON'T NEED FUCKING HELP!"

"YES YOU DO!"

"FINE, WANT TO HELP?" He screamed, his brain wasn't thinking anymore. He was pissed at her. Walking around in her towels, teasing him with her moans, and constantly fucking herself. He was suffering and he was frustrated.

"UM DUH!" she screamed back

"GO GET ME A PRETTY GIRL TO MILK MY DICK, YEAH?" he screamed, using all his strength to stand up. He breathed hard through his nose as he held himself up with the dresser. His chest heaving as he stared her down. He didn't even register fully what he said. But he kept talking. "What? You said you wanted to help. And right now, I need to have a fucking orgasm. So run along, find me a girl, and have her ride me, give me a fucking handjob, or suck me off. I don't care and I don't care who."

She was lost for words. She's never seen Eddie so riled up. He had a crazy look in his eyes, the sweat glistened off his chest, and he was clenching his whole body. His veins popped everywhere and his stomach was tight. That's when she finally looked down. His cock hard through his boxers. She couldn't ignore how wet the whole screaming match made her. And all the jealousy that rang through her bones like a bell. Like she'd send a girl his way to listen to her please him. Let a slut into her house so he could have a good fuck. She took a deep breath, trying to think rationally, and not off of her jealousy.

"Gonna help me or not?" He barked, irritated at her silence and stillness.

"I'm not bringing a girl here to fuck you." She said, standing her ground at his idiotic idea. No way would she put herself through that pain just to please him.

"Fuck you!" He growled

"Fuck me? Excuse me, I have done everything to help you! You are such a selfish asshole" She argued

"You threw a bitch fit because I wouldn't let you help. And now, you won't even help me. And why?"

"I'm not bringing a slut into my house. Get off yourself. End of discussion." She said, moving to walk out of his room.

"Not easy for me like it is for you." He laughed, slowly moving his body to the bed.

She froze at his door, turning around to face him as he struggled to crawl into the bed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked

"Means I can hear you through these thin walls princess. I hear every whimper, moan, and orgasm. You have such a nice wet cunt, I can almost hear the wetness every time." He was making fun of her. The smirk on his face told him he was winning. She was embarrassed, she never knew how thin the walls were. Her best friend heard her getting off multiple times.

"Nothing to say now? I don't think I've heard you so quiet before." He laughed again, finally getting comfortable on the bed.

"Fuck you!" She huffed, he had no right to make fun of her, especially as a guest in her home.

"Why don't you? I bet you already think about it. Hm? Do you think about me when you touch that pretty cunt?" He pressed harder, she didn't want to crack and she didn't want him to know. But the caught look on her face gave her up.

"Oh, baby. Don't be embarrassed. It's okay, I'm not mad." He teased.

"Shut up, Munson." She warned she was getting irritated at his constant teasing.

But he kept going and going. His voice turned into a buzz that rang through her ears. He kept teasing her and she could feel the blood rushing to her ears.

"I SAID SHUT UP!" she screamed, marching to him, her hand wrapping around his neck.

Eddie was caught off guard by her reaction but felt himself moaning under her grip. She was puffing in his face and her eyes looked ready for a kill.

"Make me." He choked, a smirk on his face as she tightened her grip.

He took a deep breath when she let him go, her hands moving down to his boxers. He moaned as she yanked them off, his cock free to the air as he hissed.

She felt herself clenching at the sight of him. He was bigger than she thought, but he was gorgeous. His tip was leaking and the veins were pulsing. She settled on the bed and took him in her mouth. Slowly taking him further down her throat as she sucked him off.

Eddie felt every bone in his body melt. He deflated as he filled her mouth. He reached forward and held her hair. He made a ponytail in his grip as he bucked his hips against her. He wanted to keep his eyes on her, watch as she cried and took him all. But it felt so good. Her mouth was warm, and she swirled her tongue in a way that made Eddie's head spin. He's gotten head before, but nothing felt as good as this. He never imagined his best friend gagging on his cock, but it was a sight to see.

He knew he wouldn't last long with all the frustration, but he tried to hold off as long as he could. She popped off with a smile, a line of spit connecting from her lip to his tip.

"You can cum, I know you need to." Then went right back to taking him fully down her throat. He clenched as she gagged around him, he grew closer as he fucked up into her. For once his adrenaline took over the pain in his body, he couldn't feel a single thing as he came in her mouth.

He fell against the pillows, sucked free of any energy. He panted as she cleaned him up, and wiped off her mouth. His eyes fighting to sleep as his body finally relaxed.

"I'll see you in the morning." She said softly, pecking his forehead as she covered his body.

He wanted to say something but he was a blink away from falling asleep.

~~~

Eddie woke up the next morning feeling the most refreshed he'd ever been. His brain playing back the memories of the night before had his cock growing again.

But now he didn't know where their relationship stood or if it was a heat at the moment.

She came in like nothing changed, treating his wounds like the normal routine. He knew he was a dick to her and he felt guilty.

"I'm sorry for being an ass yesterday, and invading your privacy like that." He apologized, he watched as she awkwardly shifted and smiled.

"Thank you for the apology. I am very embarrassed and sorry too."

"Don't be. It's normal." He said it was a dumb move to mock her for something so natural. And something he knew he enjoyed.

"I'm sorry for the big fight too. I shouldn't have pushed you so much." She said, standing up as she finished treating him.

"I shouldn't have screamed at you and put all of that on you. I was sexually frustrated and took it out on you."

"I can understand that. It happens to all of us."

~~~

A few days passed and neither talked about what happened after the fight. Eddie couldn't stop feeling her mouth wrapped around him. And how good it felt to cum down her throat.

His body was healing and he could move a lot better. He didn't ache and he could finally go out again. But Y/N refused to let him be on his own.

That's how she found herself drinking with him at a bar. She kept an eye on him to make sure he wasn't going overboard. But she couldn't help but glare at every girl who had their eyes glued to him. She didn't even notice the eyes on her, Eddie's, and another guy down at the bar.

Eddie felt himself wanting to devour her, she wore a tight dress and he's been hard since she walked out in it. His eyes were on her mouth, remembering how she sucked the orgasm out of him.

"Want another?" She asked, knocking him out of his thoughts. She grabbed his glass and walked to the bar. His eyes followed her, his hand adding pressure to his hard cock as she leaned over to yell.

He clenched his jaw as he watched a guy walk up to her. He hated how she smiled and laughed. Before he could get up, a girl landed on his arm.

Y/N thanked the bartender as she walked back to her seat. Her eyes glared as a girl was whispering in Eddie's ear. She slammed the drinks down, making her presence known. The girl looked her way and then went back to Eddie's ear.

Y/N couldn't tell if he was enjoying it or not. But he wasn't stopping it. Y/N felt like she was masking her jealousy well but the smirk on Eddie's face told her otherwise.

Y/N rolled her eyes and excused herself to the bathroom, unaware Eddie was hot on her heels. But when she was slammed against the door as she closed it, she was aware.

"Eddie what?" She panicked

"It looked like you were going to kill her, back there." Eddie joked, chuckling.

"Eddie, please not right now." She sighed, she couldn't handle any more of his mocking about her feelings.

Eddie dropped his teasing act when he saw the tired look on her face.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his hands still holding her hands against the door.

"Not in the mood to hear you make fun of me." She said, her eyes dropping to the tiny space between them. His body was practically against hers.

"Sorry, you're right. I just thought it was cute how jealous you are. Like she has anything on you." He whispered, his finger pulling down on her bottom lip.

"Doesn't she?" Y/N asked

"What do you mean?" Eddie asked, cupping her chin as he looked into her eyes

"I mean I get you off because you couldn't do it yourself. And now we are out at bars, and you are flirting away with a girl. Perfectly healed to take her into the bathroom and fuck." Y/N explained

"You mean what I'm doing right now with you?" He asked, his knee pushing between her legs. She shuttered at the action and lost her breath.

"....you want to fuck me?" She swallowed

"Want to return the favor for the best orgasm of my life." He smirked, one hand still holding hers against the door and the other slipping down her body and moving in between her thighs. His fingers found her soaked panties, pushing them aside as he slipped his fingers inside of her.

"Fuck." She moaned

"That's right. Let me hear you." He growled, adding a third finger, fucking her harder. His mouth attached to her neck, sucking harshly on her fresh skin.

She whimpered against him. Rocking her hips into his fingers. She imagined this so many times and couldn't believe it was happening.

"pretty sounds from such a pretty girl." He praised, kissing the mark he left on her. He yanked his fingers out of her, sucking them clean. "Delicious." He moaned. She tasted better than he could have imagined.

"I'm gonna fuck your pretty cunt until you can't walk." He growled, releasing her hands as he took his cock out of his jeans. He flipped up her dress and ordered her to jump.

She wrapped her legs around him and locked her arms around his neck. She gasped as his cock filled her, stretching her open as he fucked into her.

It was rough and hot. Open mouths smashing against each other, breathing into each other. Her hands moved to his hair, yanking and pulling. His animal-like growls made her head spin. Or maybe the way her head was smacking against the door because of how hard he was fucking her is what made her head spin.

"Slow down...need to be careful." She tried to say, but it barely made it out. Just pants of words.

"I'll be fine." He wanted her, and he wanted to make her feel him for weeks.

His hands held her up, gripping her skin. His fingernails clinged inside of her skin. His cock bruised her. He carried her over to the sink, setting her down as he moved his hand between their bodies. His finger instantly found her clit, circling it as fast as he could. He loved the way her head fell back against the mirror.

"Look at you. Letting your best friend fuck you in a dirty bar bathroom. Pretty cunt is just as tight as I thought. Gripping me so good. Such a good girl for me." He praised, and she gasped over and over. Trying to form words but nothing.

"Please, let me cum." She finally got out, her fingers digging into his ass as he fucked into her.

"Sweet talker," he chuckled, holding her chin as he smirked down at her, "begging to cum? How can I say no to that? Cum for me."

Eddie watched as she soaked his cock, keeping himself deep inside of her as she came. She touched him everywhere. Her hands worked around his chest, his hips, his hair, and his stomach. Her hands pushed up his shirt to run her hands over his scars.

He felt his orgasm getting close, thrusting inside of her as he smashed his lips on hers. The second she kissed him back, he came inside of her.

Kissing her was a feeling he couldn't forget. How soft her lips were and how sweet she tasted. She kissed as softly as her hands worked on his skin.

He pulled away when he felt the need to breathe. A dazed look in her eyes as she looked back at him. He softly slid out of her, tucking himself back in his jeans.

"Let's go home, baby" he set her on her feet and pulled down her dress.

A big smirk on his face as she stumbled out of the bathroom.

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[ollyxar]

Hide and seek

Dustin wants to play hide and seek with The party. Steve and Eddie end up in the same hiding spot. Awkward times follow.( https://archiveofourown.org/works/62561122 ao3 link )

Dustin decided that the whole party had to play hide and seek. So everyone had to gather in Steves house and play. And since it was Dustins idea, he was the first one to look.

They had three minutes to hide. They were currently two and a half minutes into that time, and Steve still haven’t found a hiding spot. All the good ones were already occupied by someone else, so he had to go with the small closet on the first floor, where Dustin will almost definitely look first. But Steve didn’t really care, so he went there.

Just as the timer went of, he got in and closed the door. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.

And before him, Eddie was staring, not very happily, at him.

“What are you doing here, Harrington, get out.“ He tried to push him out, but Steve was stronger than him, and he wasn’t pushing all that hard anyway.

“Sorry Eds, he’s already looking. Do you really want me to die?“ He shot Eddie comically sad look.

Eddie was just standing there and staring at him, until he sighed and hung his head in defeat.

“Okay, I guess you can stay. Turn the lights on though, it’s too dark in here.“

Steve did as Eddie said, and in that moment, it fell on him just how close they were really standing to each other. So much, that if he walked just a step closer to Eddie, they would be touching by their chests.

When he realised that, the room suddenly became three times warmer, and his already appearing blush three times darker.

They were standing there, almost pressed to each other for around two minutes.

The two minutes, Steve dedicated to studying Eddies face. While Eddie was staring at the very interesting white ceiling.

In the two minutes, Steve noticed details about Eddies face, that he had never noticed before.

Like the fact, that his eyes weren’t that dark as he thought at first. They were dark, of course, but in the bright light of the room, they seemed almost like chocolate, dark brown with a slight bit of sweetnes to them.

His nose was a bit crooked, maybe from some accident from when he was little. Maybe, little Eddie was riding a bike, fell and broke his nose. He smiled at that thought. There were so many things he didn’t know about Eddie yet, and he wanted to know every single one of them.

And the last thing, the one that most surprised him, was that he had freckles. Light ones, but there were so many of them. He didn’t know how he couldn’t notice them before.

“I never noticed you have freckles.“ He whispered, so Dustin couldn’t hear them, while looking for them.

Eddie moved his eyes from the ceiling to Steve. He just gave Steve a weird look, but said nothing, while continuing to look into Steves eyes.

Just as Steve was beginning to think that he said something wrong, Eddie started to talk.

“Yeah that’s probably for the best, they’re not my most flattering feature.“ He laughed, but there was something sad in it.

Steve was thinking for a bit about what he was going to say next. If what he wanted to say was too much forward. But he decided to say it anyway.

“I think they’re cute“

What followed after he said that, was one of the most awkward and quiet moments he had to live through. He knew it was too much, that Eddie was straight and this was going to weird him out. He should’ve just kept his mouth shut.

He started to spiral, thinking about everything that could possibly happen now.

Eddie pulled him out of his thoughts by poking his arm, while looking at him expectantly. Steve realised he must’ve said something, but Steve didn’t hear him over his overthinking. Eddie catched on and repeated it.

“Can I kiss you?“

When he said that, Steves mind went blank, and the only thing he could do was nod.

Eddie started to get closer to him, Steve could already feel his breath on his lips. They were so close to kissing. But then the door opened, and Dustin appeared behind it.

“Yes! First ones!“ He said excitedly and ran away to find the other ones still hiding.

And just by that, he made poor Steve and Eddie pine after each other for another two months.

[eatmeeraw]

never tell anyone anything ever. never tell anyone anything again.

Escapism.

summary: you’re in her friend group. you two have been close for months and you slowly fell in love with her more and more. you suspected the feeling was mutual because of how attached she was, how she behaved like you two were together, until tara began detaching and avoiding you, not showing up for you nor your friends anymore…

category: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end.

warnings: swearing, idk if my writing is good sorry if it disgusts you, avoidant attachment everywhere, venting, alcohol usage, smoking, dissociation (r doubts she’s alive). portrayals might not be 100% canon. might not be completely proofread. there are mentions of tara’s trauma with amber and some behaviors she has because of it.

word count: 4,9k.

A/N: first fanfic, kinda nervous. i hope everything is okay and some people are going to like this. ethan and quinn aren’t ghostfaces in here, but the group knows they’re siblings, anika isn’t dead, and they’re all still in the friendgroup with the core four. ghostface isn’t present. tara is a bit of a emo who actually lags and denies everytime she feels emotions here. Error 404 kinda thing, but as the fanfic continues she gets better.

you are settled on the couch, your body sinking into the soft, cold, and miraculously still clean cushions, their fabric feels good against your skin, making your muscles relax. you could hear the voices of other people overlapping each other furiously, and smell the scent of alcohol, coca-cola and tobacco mix in the air.

you inhale just because you need to, you didn’t appreciate such strong smells, but you could handle it. you always handled it.

the room is large, but not too overcrowded, making the party feel a little bit less dangerous.

groups of friends are chatting around you, some people are dancing, you could catch some of the guests kissing or directly, shamelessly, making out, the sounds of their lips meeting, their spit, and everything else almost makes you nauseous.

the dim and warm hues of the lights are hitting you and the others, and the music in the background isn’t too loud, but loud enough to set the atmosphere and make people move to the rhythm of the sweet, animated music.

you luckily aren’t alone: sam, chad, mindy, quinn and anika were around you, on the couches, making short and light conversations. not everyone in the group was in the mood for partying, like sam, who was blankly looking at the ceiling, jaw clenching sometimes. you can see especially chad go around and try to flirt with some people, entertaining himself after the disappointment he had with tara. unrequited love always hurts, and you know it all too well. he isn’t the only one disappointed.

mindy and anika are creating the conversations mostly, quinn following them and playing their game every time, ethan, instead, her brother, is extremely silent, looking around like a lost puppy who couldn’t understand how to have fun. he always has been so weirdly shy.

you are lost in your thoughts, until anika talks again. « oh! have y’all seen tara? sam, any news? » before tara’s older sister could talk, chad opened his mouth. « she didn’t even show up tonight…weird. » « yeah, she hasn’t been around lately. didn’t even text back these days. i sent her a message about tonight’s party and she left me on seen…rude » mindy explains, looking at the ground, crossing her arms. you can hear a hint of anxiety in her voice.

« i mean, she has been through a lot- » ethan talks, surprisingly, but his sister interrupts him. « it’s not like her to disappear like that, but…i dunno. » she shrugs, now fidgeting with her fingers, suddenly serious again.

you drown in your bitter thoughts again, as you hear the others talk. their sentences a echo in the room of your fears and your indescribable confusion, making you feel slightly hazy even though no alcohol is flowing in your veins.

« y/n? » quinn calls for you, but you don’t reply, completely zoned out. « y/n… » another time, and this time you look at her, frowning as to invite her to go ahead and say what she needs to say. « when was the last time she replied to you? » she asks, and you grab your phone to check the chat. you scroll up, because ten or more messages were sent by you during those days where she fully disappeared. a worried you. a worried you that was still there, lingering, being the skeleton of your essence. « two weeks ago. »

and the question was asked to everyone else in the friend group: they all hadn’t heard from her since a week ago. they stare at you, and your breath hitches in annoyance and paranoia, as you are the center of the worst type of attention possible. you were sure it was your fault, you probably said something that made her get icky and disgusted, like always. you softly tremble in your seat as they discuss how, maybe, something was going on with you, and then sam talks, interrupting the endless, useless gossip that was gravitating in the air.

« can i talk, now? » she asks, crossing her arms tightly on her chest, head tilting slightly. ethan nods, and she continues her sentence. « she’s okay, just stressed. she’ll return. » her posture was tensed, her jaw just persistently clenched every time she’d close her mouth. you knew something was up, you knew she knew. anika sighs, and everyone nods, except you.

as the context of the conversation shifts, making the previous calmness of your friends come back, you stay there, you remain where everyone was investigating heavily on the girl you always loved.

you just felt the urge to cry: she’s so dear to you, the love you feel is like an eternal explosion, butterflies rising and falling inside your stomach, a soft hand grasping your heart: her hand. when you first started liking her, everything was smooth, like an oiled surface. the feelings were unspoken, no kiss was given, but, oh, how her eyes would sparkle every time you entered the room, every time you joined a conversation, every time you simply passed by.

her cheeks flushed, her softness being between your hands, she was malleable and weak for how much she seemed to care about you but you loved her the way she was. her hands loved to be in your hair, or on your cheeks, her fingers would perfectly interlock with yours, and her arms found comfort encircling your waist or neck.

but, still, at some point, she chose to act like you were dead, like right now.

are you dead? you aren’t sure, you can bet that your heart is beating still. you try to re-focus on your friends, whom you hear giggling in the background, giving one another the entertainment they needed in a similar party.

« so…what’s up with that guy you fucked, quinn? » mindy teases, giggling afterward, making the others gasp. quinn squints her eyes, you see it as a little detail that you actually appreciated about her. but, god, if she, sometimes, was annoying. especially when you were in tara’s apartment and you could hear continuous moans in the background while you were trying to have a normal conversation with tara, or with sam.

« huh, we text here and there…he’s fine, i guess. » she shrugs, like nothing was important, like he was just a passenger, someone that existed in her space just to satisfy her stupid needs once, and then disappeared. « no second date? you’re slippin’, quinn » chad jokes, raising an eyebrow, a hint of startle on his face. sam, instead, wasn’t surprised at all. « no. i’d say i prefer variety. »

« what a shame, anika and i were searching for a couple to go to a double date with. » mindy affirmed, anika nodded in agreement, a little pout painted on her face.

you think about how sweet it would be, to go on their double date bringing tara with you. maybe you would end up in a lousy fast food, or maybe an elegant, cozy restaurant with all her favorite dishes. you sighed, shaking your head softly as you looked around. you gazed at sam again, she was lazily scrolling through her phone, always serious and tensed up.

you get closer to her, whispering, as everyone else is distracted. « …did i do something? ». tara’s older sister looks up at you, and you see her turning off her phone as she pushes the tip of her tongue against the inside of her cheek. she takes a deep breath before replying. « no, she’s just…complicated. » she looks around almost as if she could be there, secretly listening to your conversation. « it’s not just you. give her space. »

you stare around, still disoriented, if not more than before. you decide to get up and walk towards the table that holds bottles of beer, pouring yourself a cup and tasting the bold, cold bitterness while it fills your mouth and goes down your throat, bringing you relief. you drink a little bit more before everything gets destroyed by something that you didn’t exactly expect.

you see tara, the friend group slowly walking closer to her, and you do the same thing, still holding the plastic cup, now as warm as your palm.

« hey, you made it. » her sister awkwardly says, waving a hand, and tara would just softly nod and wave her hand back. « WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? » mindy screams and tara giggles, the nervousness was clear, she was avoiding eye contact with every single person in front of her like it would be a potential danger, like it would make the plague come for her body and soul. « we thought you went full hermit mode, dude. »

« i…didn’t think so many people would come. » tara murmured, looking down. felt off, like a withered rose, a rotten fruit, a bleeding pomegranate. tara looks at you, a strange spark in her eyes. you glance at her back, hesitantly, and you feel like death isn’t so bad, suddenly. you are hoping someone would show their guns and threaten everyone to have no mercy upon them in that exact moment. but no one saves you, saviors don’t exist, you remind yourself.

« hi. » she murmurs, forcing a smile.

« hi. » you reply, showing the palm of your free hand, waving it slowly, just a lazy move. she nods and goes away, showing a lack of interest in any sort of interaction between her and the group. they remain skeptical, and you just walk away again, gulping down every single drop of the drink you had in your cup.

a hour passes. you spend it by secretly glancing at tara, or at least trying to, since every time you would set your eyes on her, she would catch the opportunity to make creepy, long-lasting eye contact with you. you hate it, you hate it because you blush, and you can’t help but feel embarrassed by the slight, useless attention she gives you with so much nonchalance. after this, she is surely not going to talk to you again, you think.

the lights that once made you comfortable inside a house you barely knew the owner of, now make you irrevocably disturbed. too intense, too blinding, they would get in the way as you tried to understand what tara was doing, but it actually wasn’t much: talking to sam, looking around, scrolling on the phone, and grabbing drinks.

nothing to see. but everything to think about: many questions would torture your mind, and make your soul beg to leave your body at once. but what did you do? what made tara so distant? is it actually you that is the problem?

you stare at her again. this time, she was talking with mindy and anika, her expression cold, blank, like emotions were nothing to her but ants she could step on and kill with no hesitancy. she shook her head at them, and then looked behind them, at you. her big, brownish eyes scan you, her lips are slightly parted and her expression always neutral, but somewhat altered by something else, looking almost dubious or...scared?

you are the one that breaks eye contact, grabbing a pack of cigarettes that was hidden in the pocket of your jeans, going out of the party, not talking to anyone anymore. you feel too dizzy, too bothered, to even function properly, to even talk to someone without crumbling in a million pieces. you feel almost miserable, too. you have been desperately chasing something that, clearly, wasn’t meant for you.

she doesn’t love you, does she? your gaze hardens as you light up a cigarette with your lighter, looking at the emptiness of the dark night sky, the stars are barely visible and it was saddening. maybe you are like that to tara, too: barely visible, and not worth squinting her eyes for.

you are just a fainting star for her and it destroys you. when are people going to figure out you exist? you breathe, you are alive, are you not? are you dead?

you put your free hand on your chest, searching, looking desperately for the beat of your heart. as you find it you exhale loudly, and your hand becomes a clenched fist.

you feel it, why doesn’t anyone else feel it, too? you grab with force your cell phone from your pocket, scrolling through your new notifications fast, not even glancing at them with great attention. chad asked where you were, mindy called you. it meant nothing. you opened tara’s chat, scrolling up, gazing at the messages you two would send each other.

you smile bitterly, as the phone lights up your face, which was wholly taken by nostalgia.

a month ago

tara 💗: can u come over rn??

you: i don’t know, are quinn and sam around?

tara 💗: no

tara 💗: please? we needa watch the movie we talked about :)

you: alrrrr, coming

memories flash in front of your eyes, her apartment and the sweet scent of hers, the popcorns, her adorable giggles that would give you a reason to exist. you inhale deeply, your lips wrapped around the cigarette, and you almost choke on it as you hear tara’s voice.

« throw that cigarette. » direct, almost mocking, and you don’t look her way, avoiding to even acknowledge the fact she is talking to you. really a coward thing to do. you exhale the smoke, and you watch it get lost in the fresh air of the night.

as you get the cigarette’s orangish butt close to your lips, you feel a hand blocking your wrist, the other grabbing the cigarette by the white casing wrapping around the burning tobacco. you watch the youngest carpenter hurl the item on the ground, putting it out by smashing the heel of her shoe against it with great force, looking at you.

« what the fuck? » you mutter, your cheeks slightly red. is it the alcohol or her presence making you react like that? her cologne was slowly dominating the scent that the cigarette was producing, filling your nostrils, your lungs. you would exhale with great hesitation, aching for the perfume you missed for days.

you, in a rush, turn off the phone, putting it inside your pocket again. your chest feels heavy, your breathing is irregular and you can’t grasp again the control you had before checking the past messages.

« smoking is bad. » tara hisses, and you raise you eyebrows, skeptical by the reaction she has. impressed also by how smoothly she came, how you didn’t notice for not even a moment someone was lurking. you reply, your voice cracking mid-sentence, making you melt in shame: « also alcohol is bad, but i saw you drink with no shame tonight. »

« you did, too. » « so if i smash my head against the wall you’re gonna do it too? »

silence.

you take a deep breath, avoiding watching her in the eyes, you just can’t. confusion is even more marked now, and you bite your lower lip trying to take some of the frustration out of you, but it lingers still, it haunts you totally.

you feel played, like a light that gets continuously turned on and off. now she shows she cares, turning on that light, but those two weeks when the light was off? what did they mean? you can ask her, you have her right in front of you, and the alcohol, somehow, makes you bold, a brave girl confronting the cause of her fears.

« why did you disappear? why was i the first you ran away from? » you question with a shaky voice, and you see her expressionless face falter, turning into something more confusing. is the spark in her eye sadness, or something else?

silence, again. for a few moments, she just watches, as if she didn’t have a voice, as if she was trying to communicate everything telepathically to you.

then, she talks.

you see her hesitate, remain with her lips parted longer than needed, and you wonder what was she trying to cover. « why do you care? i’m here now, so. » she hints a giggle, you know tara is actively trying to ease the tension, somehow. but she’s failing, because your expression hardens more, your eyebrows furrow. « are you serious? » you almost bark.

you slowly feel the anger knock at the door of your throat, wanting to come out. still, you bottled up. still, you swallowed down the loath. you force your gaze to soften. « why do i care? how do you- shit »

you take a step ahead, turning slightly towards the nothingness that is seated beside you and making your shoulders face her for a brief moment. you cover your mouth, taking a deep breath against your palm.

« you think it’s that simple? you think it’s easy to see you walk away without saying anything? you’re my friend, i thought some bad shit happened to you. » you laugh nervously, you see guilt in her eyes as you glance at her, but also…disappointment. like she expected something more.

« fuck, i even talked to sam. you know how awkward it is. » you try to change the context of the conversation as you feel a part of you beg to let the fear out, all the worries she caused, all the paranoia you felt that kept you awake at night. the insomnia, the poignant thoughts that would keep you alarmed.

tara laughs, but it sounds fake, programmed. she slowly turns serious as she sees you not even hinting a smile. « i’m sorry, okay? i just needed space. » she fidgets with the hem of her shirt, almost painfully torturing it. you can see the regret showing, but being denied by tara herself.

« for what? what did i even do? » « nothing. » you huff, befuddled by her ways, she is making you feel like you are in an unlimited limbo. you completely lose it. some tears prick your eyes, you gaze at her almost like you wanted her dead.

« you know what? fine. » you bark, and you walk away with hasty steps, the silence from her was the strongest, most hurtful sound you could feel at this moment. the only thing covering it were your heels striking furiously the ground, until you stop.

your walk gets interrupted by a hand grabbing and squeezing your shoulder, and tara is panting. maybe you walked too rapidly, until now. you gaze at her, surprised and still confused, a tesr goes down your visage. your head is clouded, the alcohol you have inside your body isn’t helping at all.

« okay, i’ll- i’ll tell you. » she says, quietly, taking a deep breath in. you frown, her hand lingers, not letting you go, going down until it reaches your forearm, the grip tightening again, fearing you’d escape, exactly like she did. « i was…scared. » « of what? »

she freezes, looking down at the asphalt beneath your feet, tapping on your shoulder obsessively, reflecting, opening her mouth before closing it again.

a sigh. « i-i mean, you started treating me so w-well and i got- it was so- i didn’t…» « sorry, i won’t do it again. » you shrug, and she squeezes your arm painfully tight. your breath hitches, and as she notices, she lets your arm go. « it’s not what i meant. i…» she swallows hard, putting a hand on her forehead.

« it’s that after what happened…» she stops, putting her hands behind her back. oh, you know it all too well. sam talked to you about it when she felt like you were close enough to them to deserve to know, more as a warning than a demonstration of closeness

she continues: « with…amber. i can’t risk again. » she hesitates before saying her name, almost as if her name was a forbidden word, a spell, a death sentence. it held weight, but she acted like she would show up if she said her name too many times. and the umpteenth confirmation is in front of you: she looks around, looking at the empty streets, checking to see if someone is watching. if amber is watching. « but i’m not amber, tara. » you remind her, crossing your arms.

« i know, but i’m scared. y-you’re so nice and she was too- you know, you know what she was doing to me while she was b-being nice. » she says one word after the other furiously, her voice shaky and unstable, cracking, and she says everything so slowly because sobs would interrupt every word in her sentence, obstacles full of emotions.

you notice tears going down her cheeks, and it makes you wonder when she started crying. you move your hands slightly, nervously, trying to not listen to the urge you have: cup her cheeks, wipe her tears. you just couldn’t, you feel like it would be too much.

« but i don’t want anyone else to hurt you » tara barely nods, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt again, her head tilted. « that’s exactly what amber used to tell me. »

you sigh, having no idea of what to do now, what to say. the young girl saves you, just by declaring something else. « besides…if you don’t kill, y-you’ll get killed. being close to me is a death sentence, really. »

« don’t say that. » you murmur, shaking your head, a shiver of pity runs through you like thunder. you hate seeing her that way. her voice is still there, but unstable. « the next one could kill you. i don’t want you to d-die. » she almost screams, holding up a hand to her neck, like she was choking on her tears. she cries, and she isn’t even able to interrupt her grief, her pointless grief that looks at the future with a negative eye. « who said there’s going to be a next one? » you ask, almost rhetorically, like it was sure the murders ended in woodsboro, and that would dare hunting down tara and sam another time.

not in my story, you think. not when there’s me. you would protect her, no matter what, and at the first suspicious murder happening close to her, you already know you would make whoever wanted to get in the way disappear, in one way or another. but you didn’t know the gravity of the situation, you never were a victim of the attacks, you have no idea how smart a ghostface killer has to be.

tara remains silent again, her silence, every time she would use it, was as bothering as a loud, earth-breaking storm.

she just sobs, and trembles, and you can’t hold back anymore. you wrap your arms around her, pulling her in a hug that you both needed, so much, and you get it, you do, because she wraps her arms around you like her life depends on it.

« it’s okay. » your lullaby of consolation makes her nod, breathing deeply between her sniffs. she tightens her grip, and you only desire to feel all of her attached to you, every limb touching yours. you feel content at the affection, but you want more, her lips looked perfect, smooth, and soft. you wondered how they would taste.

but you couldn’t fuck around and find out, not now. « i know you’re scared, but i’ll be here, okay? we’ll be fine, no matter what. just…please. please don’t run away from me again…i…i missed you, so much. » you whisper, your voice is a restless plead, and you almost break down between her arms.

« i missed you too. » « but…i’m confused, » you finally confess. she looks at you, waiting patiently for you to add context, something that can help her understand what struggle you had. you notice how she calmed down, how she doesn’t sob anymore, how very few tears would fall, compared to how much she was crying before. she looks clueless, and it made your sentence stop for a little more time than how much you programmed. is it just you who wants more?

« the days we spent together…what do they mean to you? » and the question takes a few moments to be answered, as her grip tightens around you, her eyes gazing at you rather than the emptiness of the place. strangely, no one is there, you two can hear the music of the partying flat even out of it, and it relaxes you more because you aren’t alone, you can say you need to go if you want to, if it gets too much even for you.

you wait still, and she sighs. « they’re special, obviously. » « but tara, there’s more. » you notice that as you speak and breath, cold whiteish air goes out of your mouth, losing itself in the space in front of you. is it really that cold?

« i don’t know what you mean. » she shakes her head, and you take a step back. her cheeks are flushed, her body is stiff and as she doesn’t have anything else to grab, her hands clasp roughly.

you falter, shaking your head softly. « it’s nothing. maybe i should head out, y’know, maybe mindy is still waiting f— » « no, wait. » her hands open, she shows her palms, and huffs. « i want to understand. how come there’s more? i don’t even know what that means. »

« you get incredibly close for weeks, you kiss my face, you hug me and struggle to let go, you treat me with…weird sweetness that i have never seen before, especially from you. you suddenly disappear because you’re scared that i’ll end up copying amber, then…you say that those moments are just special. that’s a meaningless reply to me— do you even care? » you vent, a hint of anger mixed with palpable confusion, and the words go out of your mouth faster than you wanted them to.

she widens slightly her eyes, raising her eyebrows. and you know she still isn’t understanding from what place you’re coming from, or maybe she understands? how confusing she is.

« what kind of question is that? i care »

you decide to go all in, your patience wearing thin, as thin as a blade of grass. « then why do you act like you’re in love with me? » you giggle nervously, maybe looking crazy in front of her eyes, maybe looking desperate. she locks eyes with you, and you go ahead and take steps towards the building, fearing her reply, fearing that everything you know is false.

« because i am, y/n » you hear her say from behind, and you turn around, frowning. you are suspecting that what you heard isn’t actually what she is trying to say, and somehow, even if you didn’t say anything, she gets it. « i said i am. »

« how did you— » « you always make that face when you’re lost. » she laughs, getting closer, and that phrase makes you hint a smile. she cups your face with her cold hands, and it makes you shiver, but somehow it feels emotionally warm. a blanket over your heart.

« so what do you think? » she whispers those words, her voice cracking with fear. you feel your cheeks gradually getting hotter and hotter, redder and redder. « i think that…i’m in love with you, too. »

you stop, and her gaze softens. yours does too. « i love you, tara. a lot. i thought you were disgusted by me or…you didn’t want me around anymore. but god, i’m so in love. » you calmly declare, her fingers brush against your cheeks softly, with tenderness.

« i could never be disgusted or change my mind about you, you’re pretty dumb. »

giggles echo in the air, and she leans in, her breaths quiver at the intimate closeness you both have now. everything fades out, and you both look at each other in need, in need for the physical contact you both are craving. she scans your face as your breaths intertwine, and then her lips found yours, after months of research.

it’s perfect, you kiss back without even thinking about it, like you were born for this: to kiss her, to have her with you. you cup one of her cheeks with your shaky palm, the touch is soft and warm, and her lips are too. no anger is held in the kiss, only the affection you both feel, gentle in its essence. your heart stumbles in its rhythm, and you fear that she can hear it beating erratically too.

she breaks the kiss hesitantly, and you don’t know how long the kiss lasted — seconds? minutes? — but it just made you even more infatuated with her. her forehead rests against yours, her brownish hues shining with satisfaction, her lips curled up in a soft smile. you can still feel those lips against yours, or maybe you simply want them to be there again.

but you’re fine, you finally are. there are things you both need to work on, but you know that, until you’ll have her, you’ll be content and wanting to be better.

« i promise i will take care of you. » you whisper, you can’t help but smile, showing your teeth.

« i will take care of you, too. »

[leggerefiore]

ik you did something kind of similar with the kabedon hcs but what if the dead inside trio (cyrus, nanu, and larry) reacted to their s/o using really bad/cheesy pickup lines on them? cy and nanu would be confused and a little exasperated but imagine larry just shooting one back at his s/o with a completely blank face… he talks in bird puns after all…

cw: flirting, fluff

characters: Cyrus, Nanu, Larry

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ His focused expression was utterly adorable. He was in one of his jumpsuits knelt down working on some machine. What it was for was completely beyond you, but what you saw was an utterly rare, cute side of Cyrus. His expression was still stern. Though, it was rare that it was not, but he seemed so in his element. Whatever clunkiness or uncertainty may have plagued him somewhere else was replaced with complete and utter understanding. His love of machines was plain to see for anyone who dared have a look. And, well, you were always charmed by him. Who would not be? When peeling back that harsh front, there was a soft man right underneath. Smiling, you caught him when he pulled away to look at his work from a proper angle. “… If I were a machine, I'd let you press all my buttons,” you cooed at him as he glanced at you.

☄️ For a moment, you would dare say you saw a bit of pink on his cheeks, but that was quickly replaced by a deadpan expression from him. Whatever cuteness had been lurking was replaced by something more confused. He stared at you in silence as the words hovered in the air awkwardly. Cyrus contemplated them deeply. If you were a machine… Part of him completely understood the undertone intended by your words, but he simply could not allow such thoughts. His attachment to machines did not correlate in such a manner, and he was not the type to press buttons blindly. He was even more confused why you would say it now of all times. He was clearly in the middle of something. There was no interest in pushing any of your “buttons” in this current moment from him.

☄️ “… Later,” he grumbled, deciding against chiding you or playing too far into whatever you wanted. You pouted for a moment before locking onto his arm. Smiling instead, you nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder. A “you promise?” left you, and he rolled his eyes unconsciously. What was wrong with you? He decided that he would rather not know – His work was far more important to him as it stood. Besides, if he said anything else, he could feel you would tug him around further. He just debated the next test he needed to run on this project.

🐈‍⬛️Nanu❤️‍🩹

🌑 You watched him as he laid on the couch of the Po Town police station. A Meowth laid on his chest, curled up and purring loudly. His eyes stared up at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought. Other Meowths engaged in various things around the room, mostly opting to lie down for an afternoon nap as well. You felt caught by how handsome Nanu really was. Those vibrant red eyes caught everyone's gaze, but they missed the divots of his cheeks or the way his expressions complimented his face. His smile was truly eye-catching due to its infrequent appearances. You found yourself sitting next to him on the couch, gazing down at his face. Nanu cocked a brow up at you, but otherwise did not question your actions. You cleared your throat. “If it could be only you and me… I'd be purring, too,” you spoke plainly.

🌑 His expression did not shift in the slightest. Years of work in the International Police had trained him to carefully not let anything slip. A sigh, however, did escape his lips. He let his eyes grow more lidded. What in the world were you on about? The meaning was not lost on him. He was well-aware of the blessed talent of reading between the lines, but why when was he attempting to take a nap? He doubted that he had the energy for this. Well, he could try, but he did not really want to move. The Meowth on him looked far too comfortable. You must have been out of it or something similar. He knew you were staring at him but was wondering if there was something on him that he had failed to notice. Apparently, you had simply just been taking him in. The old man had not a single clue of what you possibly saw in him.

🌑 “… Huh?” he gave a simple reply. You pouted at him. Nanu was clearly not amused, nor was he indulging you. You looked at him more intensely. He sighed again. Did you seriously want him to reply to that? “… I have a cat on me,” he pointed to the napping Meowth, “You'll have to wait you turn to lay on me, yeah?” A laugh escaped you at how seriously he had said that to you. Well, there was no arguing with that sound logic. It was a cruel crime to move a sleeping cat, after all. Nanu definitely was not going to, and you could already hear the sad meows from the feline. Instead, you asked him to scoot over to join him in napping. Nanu obliged.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 The Gym Leader was hard to take your eyes from as he doted on the bird stood in front of him. Contented coos came from the Staraptor as Larry scratched under neck. The bird seemed to be in heaven. You sighed at the sight of the businessman in a more relaxed environment. An unconscious smile had spread across his lips. Work had naturally been stressful – Geeta always careful to dump endless tasks onto him and hold him behind even when it was time for him to leave. The man barely had time for moments like this. You sighed. Poor Larry… Trailing over to his side, you found a funny thought in your head. “If we were a pair of Tranquils, I'd want to be your mate for life,” you told him as you knelt down at his side.

🍙 Both Larry and his Staraptor turned their heads to stare at you. The bird looked for more confused than he did. The businessman mostly held an unamused expression as he contemplated your words. Well, he supposed that was romantic enough. Settling down was something that he would prefer… As he already basically had with you. Why Tranquils? He supposed they were monogamous… Swanna tended to be the preferred choice for these kind of things, though. Though, Staraptors could display that behaviour. Not necessarily always… He sighed himself. Why were you flirting with him anyway? It was not like you two were not already involved. A bird themed one specifically, too… His thoughts wandered for a moment. There was nothing wrong with it. It was nice to be reminded that you liked him as well. His gaze flicked back to his Staraptor.

🍙 “Are you a Staraptor? Because I feel like you captured and flew off with me,” he replied in his usual cadence to your flirting. You blinked a few times, clearly not expecting to be hit with a line in return for your own. Larry's hand once again returned to petting his Staraptor, who happily nuzzled into the touch and let out a coo again. Their pokedex entries often did talk about them flying off with large, burly prey. You felt your imagination run away with the thought of his Staraptor carrying him off somewhere. Laughter came from you as Larry kept on doing what he had been wanting to. It seemed you were beat.