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prettygirl-gabi · 1 year ago

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Round two

Rating: Mature

Warning: oral (f reseving) drunk but not so drunk sex, unprotected sex, creampies, smutty- fluff (at the end), breeding, hair pulling,LET ME KNOW WHAT IVE MISSED!!

Category:F/M

Fandom: ATEEZ (boyband)

Relationships: !Idol-boyfriend Mingi x black intended!f non-idol reader

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you grab his hand before he can board the plane “ promise me you won’t forget about us” he squeezes your hand “of course i won’t forget, how could you even say something like that” you look up at him “i’ll be 7,000 miles away” he gives you a kiss on the hand “and 7,000 miles doesn’t mean a damn thing when you have love like ours." This was said when the two of tou first met, but now you have a shared home.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

“what are you thinking about” mingi is resting his head on your stomach looking up at you, you smile at him “nothing, just thinking about us”.

he sits up to give you a kiss “i love you so much baby” you give him a kiss back “and i love you t-“ you're interrupted by his phone ringing.

he gives you an apologetic smile “just one minute baby i’ll be right back” you playfully frown “we said no phones this weekend, just because you’re an idol doesn’t me you can break our rules”.

he gives you a tap on the thigh “and just because you’re my baby doesn’t mean you can be bossy, we both know i’m the boss hmm?”

you roll my eyes then mock him “yeah, We BoTh KNow iM tHe BoSS” he gives you a pointed look “i’m just kidding”.

he smirks “yeah and i’m just gonna edge you for the rest of the night” you sit back against the headboard with a frown “that’s not funny” he looks at his phone “i wasn’t joking baby please continue if you wanna find out, i’ll be back”.

before you can get another word out he steps out the room, you pull your phone out and scroll through tiktok.

about 10 minutes later he comes back into the room “oh don’t worry baby it’ll just be one minute, one minute my ass mingi” he sighs “i’m sorry baby, i was speaking with management about the music bank…they’re moving our time up”.

before you can say anything else “don’t look at me like that we’re still gonna have our week together, i promise” he pulls me into a kiss.

you give him a small smile “ok, well since i have you back what do you want to do”.

he plops down on the bed with a sigh “i would LOVE to have my head buried between your thighs but i’ll settle for netflix if i have to”.

“ugh, i don’t wanna watch netflix they barely have any good shows or movies” he snaps his fingers “how about we play twister” you giggle thinking that he’s joking “wait, you’re being serious” he nods his head.

“you get the game set and i’ll get the snacks” you squeal and jump out the bed to get the game set from the linen closet. by the time you get to the living room mingi’s setting out the drinks and food “baaabe” he smiles at me “what?" "Can we make twister romantic too”. "Yeah, sure but looser does what winner wants for two weeks."

You gasp, "but that's not fair you got tour in like a week". Mingi booped your nose "it's all good, just remember I'm the boss." You poke your lip out for a second before getting serious again "Seriously Gi, fine I guess that's fine."

After turning on your shared Spotify Playlist and getting into even more "comfortable" clothes. "Wow, baby can I just eat you up instead" Mingi winked as he pulled you close by your hips. "Hmm, nope you can prepare yourself for this ass whoopin'." You felt a sting to your ass when you walk to your side of the mat. "Yeah nah."

As the evening pass you both decide to turn up the heat by making a few rounds of the game strip twister, by the time the 6th bottle of soju was a quarter from being empty the room was full of giggles you both only in boxers and a pair of lace panties that some how matched. "Mimi I'm gonna kick your ass." You say just before your bum takes a hit to the floor due to Mingi using his free hand to tickle the back of your thigh with.

"Ha I won, because I'm.. I'm the boss." You fold your arms and pout as you stay on your back "No more like you cheated." Mingi just shook his head and laid his body on yours with his head on your lower abdomen region. "Mmm sure but you still fell off the mat baby, so I win and now I must do as I please with you."

You may have been drunk but you knew, you had known since the third round with you had to slip your bra off and you noticed Mingi's cock getting hard in his pants, but that did do justice to how wet your panties were since you witnessed his take his sweatpants off with one hand to keep his balance.

He turned his head from the side and proped himself on his hands and knees gently locking his fingers with the sides of your panties, only to pull them and let go. "Hey, don't rip these like the last pair." You call out to him as he took the time to lower his head just in front of your clothed pussy and blowing cold air to the wet spot. "Mmm fuck baby so wet just like me." He kissed the spot for taking his tongue and licking you through your panties. You let out a needy moan "i need you Mingi," you mumbled through the moan.

He let out the most cockiest smirk and use his teeth to pull your panties off of course with the help of your raising your hips. He came up with your hands hands on his face as he buried his head in the crook of your neck leaving wet kissed and hickies all over your skin. "Shh, I know baby," he mumbled into your skin.

You let out more moans as your raise you now fully free pussy onto Mingi's fully hard cock. "Mmm baby, please, can't wait." You mumbled one more time."

You let out a loud gasp and Mingi decided to return back to your pussy and eat you like tou were his last meal. His tongue some how always found new places inside of you to explore. You gripped his freshly dyed and cut oreo styled hair as he rubbed his nose deeper into your clit. "Mmm baby..baby m'gonna cum on you tongue." You mewl out in an euphoric moan. Mingi hummed into your pussy as he pushed his tongue deeper deciding lst minute to use his fingers causing you to arch your back as you released in his mouth and leaving him to lap all of your juices hungrily.

Mingi let out a fit of moans and groans as he came up to kiss you letting you take your self from his tongue. He kissed one last time before using one of his hands to steady cock into you with his head resting now in the crook of your neck. Once he was fully buried deep inside of your pussy he came up your face and kissed you messily and yet gently. You let out a few small whines leaves from the back of throat. "Fuck baby, Mingi m'so full. You're making me feel so full." You whine out more as you tangle your fingers inthe nap of his neck where the ends of his oreo hair cut stops.

"Yeah baby and you're taking my cock so well, m'gonna miss this when I go on tour. Gonna miss how good I make you feel around my cock." He said in between grunts as he starts to rock his hips faster into your pussy. "Mmm baby wanna ride you, please...please let me." You asked as you bit your lip whole clenching around Mingi's cock.

With all his strength he flipped the both of you over you now on top and him still buried deep inside you. With the now torn twister paper under him. You let out a gasp feeling his cock go even deeper than before. "Oh..mmm ride me good baby, c'mon I know you can." Mingi says and he thrusts his hips into yours. You rock your hips and a fast and steady pace feeling your clit hit the hair on his happy trail. "Mmm s'big Ming, s'good.... you makin me feel so good." With this reassurance Mingi wrapped his arms around your waist pulling forward into his chest and taking one of his hands and tangling his fingers into your fresh but not so fresh box braids and gently tugging causing you to let out a long moan.

"Mmm such a good slut taking my cock the way that just drives us both crazy, but I need you to cum for me as hard as you can on my cock baby; then make me cum, yeah." He said as he pistol his hips into you more faster hitting your g-spot every single thrusts. "Oh..oh fuck Mingi..Mingi m'gonna cum for you.. mmm gonna let you fill me with your babies." You say as you clench around his cock each time your hips meet.

He hold you as close as the two of you can get while being so close to your orgasm. "Yeah gonna make you a momma, and keeping fucking you till we can't make anymore, now cum with me baby..cum for me my love. Give me another one yeah" Mingi said as you shook with pleasure as you both rode out your highs with Mingi's cum still shooting into you. "Oh, baby-" "shhh, baby just relax for me" Mingi cut you off as he staying in you. You shiver from pleasure and being slightly cold. "Think you can stand long enough for me to get off the floor so we can take a bath." You nod your head as he helped you stand only for him to pick you up bridal style.

"I'm serious about making you a momma, Y/n, and making you Mrs. Song Y/n. So what I want as my prize is to fuck you til the day I leave for tour, and foe you to take as many test while I'm gone." He whispered in your ear befor kissed the side of you head. All you could do was blush. "Deal, baby I'll take it." You kissed his jaw and leaned to his ear. "Round two right here, right now."

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yawn-junn · 1 year ago

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★Unlikely Couple - Sohee★

★Special thanks to: @/drippymap

��Note: writing this in advanced so don't be confused by the date lmfao also thank you for requesting I hope you enjoy I was waiting for someone to request for him-

★Taglist: @eumppappasgrippers

★Words: 795

★TW: I might refer to reader as a girl : cliché love story : cringe : like 1(one) curse word :

8-20/27-23

©Yawnzzznnn don't steal or copy my work

Unlikely couple is what everyone calls you and Sohee rightfully so. You two had met when you were the new kid in school, no friends since you had just moved to Korea everyone kinda ignored you having there own clicks, everyone except one(1) person and that person being Lee Sohee.

He saw you sitting at your desk playing with whatever eraser dust that was sitting there all alone, he walked up to you and introduced himself encouraging you to do the same, all throughout the week he'd come up and try to incage in a conversation with you, even tho you don't say much

"good morning y/n!" He said as he skipped over to your desk "why do you have so much energy at 6 in the morning" you mumbled causing Sohee to tilt his head to the side A small pout rested on his lips "because someone has to put a good mood in the classroom before hell starts" he said a smile growing back on his face you nodded your head slightly to tired to respond properly "are you sleepy? Did you go to bed late again" he asked crouching so he came face to face with you

"Yeah I did" you said quietly burying your head in your arms you heard Sohee let out a small groan before he grabbed your arms and lifted you off the desk causing you to look up at him with wide eyes "your gonna hurt your back sleeping like that" he said before taking your seat and putting you on his lap "Sohee were in school we can't do this" you whisper yelled trying to get up

"I don't care the teacher isn't here so it's fine now take your nap" he said guiding your head in the crook of his neck, you sighed in defeat knowing he isn't going to give up that easy so instead of arguing you opted for taking a nap. Sohee rubbed your back and slightly swayed you while humming a random song he heard on the way to school an hour or so later the teacher came in "Yn" Sohee shook you "wake up the teachers here" he said in your ear

You whined and snuggled closer to him "Lee Sohee" the teacher called out "may I ask what you and l/n y/n are doing?" The teacher said in a stern tone "oh she was tired so I let her take a nap Im trying to wake her up" he said as he patted your back the teacher nodded "hurry up we don't have all day" the teacher said before turning to face to board

Sohee sighed before shaking you again "Yn" he said again, he sat back before a thought came to mind "Mr." Sohee called out the teacher turned around "may I take Yn to the nurses she didn't sleep last night" he explained hoping to sway the teacher. The teacher sighed before speaking "fine but next time make sure they sleep" the teacher said after the confirmation Sohee stood up holding you from under your thighs and carried you to the nurses

Once he got there he explained what the situation was luckily she accepted and let Sohee put you on the bed, hesitantly Sohee left back to class the nurse assured to watch after you. You woke up around an hour later "good morning Mr/Ms. L/n" the nurse said, she let you wake up fully before you left the nurses the bell rang signaling your next class

"Sohee!" You semi yelled out seeing him Infront of the classroom "what are you doing" you asked once you got face to face with him "well I was waiting for you I wasn't sure when you'd wake up so I decided to stand Infront of the door before every class" he explained kicking some of the dirt from the floor, your cheeks flushed as your heart rate picked up "oh-" was all you said

"Come on, before we miss class" he said grabbing your hand and leading you in. The rest of the day was boring and pretty Usual Sohee speaking up in class when you got too nervous and you napping on your desk during the last class and when you got home Sohee ordered food for the two of you before y'all spent the rest of the day watching movies.

#x reader #riize sohee #sohee riize #sohee x reader #sohee one shots #sohee #riize x you #riize x reader #riize imagines #riize one shots #riize scenarios #riize sohee x reader #high school au

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versipellesh · 2 months ago

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𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 // 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

summary: for a series of events has lead you half way across the country searching for a new place to call home, stumbling into Jerusalem's Lot a wolf has found its home

word count: 8305

warnings: Susan and Reader having a fruity interaction that's it guys,, also not beta read,, im not nervous to have one

an: so we begin this journey, this is more of just world building then it is anything. we will fully get into fully in the next chapter. i wanted to give some backstory to the reader but not a whole lot

Your boot tapped rapidly against the polished tile floors of the Greyhound station. Eyes flickering around the space as people went about their business. So many lives were passing by you as you stood in line, so many normal people. Your eyes traced people in seats, their scents all mingling in your nose as you shouldered up the duffle bag that was hanging off your shoulder. You kept your head low as your hands shaking held tightly onto the cash in them. Your palms were sweating and you weren't sure why. Why were you so nervous, this was meant to be a new start for you. Getting your feet under you after the accident but for some reason there was this deep pit in your stomach, something trying to claw its way out of you.

You took in a shaky breath and briefly shook out your hands. You leaned to the side to eye the line that was up to the counter before your eyes glanced at boarding signs.

Pocatello, ID to Portland, ME – 3 day trip

That seemed about right to you, it got you the hell out of town and far far away from this place. There was no going back home after what happened, no family left to go too. Not after what had happened and finding out what it had caused in you. They were safe this way.

You took a steady breath in as you repeated the words in your head. This we're going to be alright, you were going to be okay. The thought replayed over and over in your head as you shuffled forward with the line. Your family would eventually move on with time, they had thought you died anyways. It maybe made this transition all the bit easier didn't it? Still hurt like hell knowing they had returned home and you had stepped into a world you were still getting your footing in figuring how to navigate it.

The steady chatter of people echoed in your ears as you tilted your head down. You watched as your ribcage rose and fell with each breath. You were alive. It felt good to be alive after all of this. Your eyes flickered down to the white bandaging that peeked out from your jacket, your face twisting into a grimace, the sudden flood of phantom pains in your arm had you recoiling. You could feel the hot, rancid breath. The feeling of teeth sinking deep into supple flesh and the sound of bones cracking under the weight of teeth. The heavy rake of claws embedding themselves into your flesh as you and your attacker tried to almost become one. Your eyes squeezed close as you tried to flush out the memories and center yourself back into the current.

“You alright hun?”

The voice broke you out of your trance, eyes shooting open almost in a startled panic but you remembered where you were. The concerned glance of deep brown eyes looked at you. The soft wrinkled face between small circle framed glasses and the gentle smell that came with the stranger. The smell of flowers, honey and cinnamon flooded your nose as you felt your shoulders almost relax on instinct. The old woman, shy of probably her mid 60’s, the wrinkles on her face told a story of a life well lived. She gave you a feeling of comfort that you had been missing as of recently.

“Y-yeah, sorry I just zoned out.” You stuttered out to the woman.

You watch as a look of washed over the woman’s face. It was the look of a mother who had often known when her children had lied to save face. You felt like you were under a microscope as this woman seemed to have a read on you that you didn’t quite understand. You watched as she seemed to study you and before anything someone behind the lady cleared their throat. Your eyes met with the other person and the tilt of their head and your swiveling on your heels to see that the line had moved and you were next.

You scampered forward juggling your few belongings as you made your way up to the counter. The woman behind the desk was young like you, maybe a few years older than you but you couldn’t be sure. Her jaw moved in a methodical way as she chewed her gum, slightly disinterested eyes stared at you.

“Where too?” The attendant chirped in a fake cheery tone.

“Portland, Maine. One way.” You said as you placed your money down on the counter.

The attendant stared at you for a moment, you watched as her eyes glossed over you as if apriasing you before she loudly smacked her gum. She took the money off the counter counting it out before taking what was needed from you. You watched as the woman got your ticket, the heavy sound of the machines working before she was slipping the ticket on the counter with the extra change.

“That bus doesn’t leave until late tonight. There’s a diner across the street and we got a lounge.” The attendant said she made a half attempt at motion across the station towards the lounge.

You gave a half nod of your head and small muttered thanks as you collected your money and ticket before moving out of the way. You stepped out of the way, your fingers running over the ticket and the weight of something felt like it had lifted just a little bit. Your fingers ran over the ticket, slightly smearing some of the fresh ink before you looked about. There was still time to blow and the bus didn't leave until later. You could feel exhaustion creeping into your system and maybe it was best to sit down for now and maybe get some sleep. Your boots dragged against the checked tile floors as you made your way over to some of the benches that were posted up against the wall. You stuffed your cash into the pocket of your jacket before folding your ticket and tucking it in your breast pocket. Your duffel bag slipped from your shoulder as you sat down moving about before your arms wrapped around it and head leaned on it. You brought your legs up to your chest and buried your face into the fabric of the bag. You took in a deep breath and let your eyes flutter close as you sought out the sweet reprieve of sleep.

You didn’t wake up until a couple hours later from a restless sleep. It was always that kind of sleep that never felt fulfilling and empty in a way. It was starting to become normal for you at this point, to close your eyes and be filled with a dark, inky void only to wake up feeling just as tired or even more so. As you slowly lifted your head that familial scent from the woman clouded your senses as you sat up. You rubbed your eyes for a moment and yawned before slouching into the bench shifting your duffel bag lazily to sit in your lap.

“You’re new to this, ya?” Her voice asked.

You glanced to the side to see the woman who had sat next to you with her own bags. She had been busy reading next to you and that’s when you realized that she had placed one of her shawls over you when you had been sleeping. It took you a minute to process what she was saying to you through the sleepy fog.

“New to what?” You asked.

“You know. New to this, I can tell. I can smell it on you.” The old woman said as she gently closed her book.

She watched as your eyes narrowed for a second before that flicker of realization hit you like a train. She was one of them and she knew what you were. Your eyes went a bit wide and you remembered that you had to settle down for a moment. You gave a hesitant nod of your head to her answer and slowly pulled the shawl off of your shoulders as you nervously glanced away.

“That obvious?”

“No but I can smell it. The change in you.” She murmured as she looked at you.

Something in you felt like bristling when she said the words she had. You weren’t sure how she knew what had happened to you but it made you uneasy for a moment. No one else besides Lawrence seemed to know what you were and if anyone did they didn’t say anything to you.

“I’m so sorry honey. You don’t know much about this way of life do you?” She added as she looked at you.

The way the woman looked at you could only be described as maternal. It made you feel safe and protected for the first time in the last month. It was like someone was seeing you for the first time and wasn’t telling you to hit the ground running to hope for the best. You slowly nodded your head again in answer to her, you didn’t want to mutter the words out. It only made your situation more of reality having to confront it like that and you weren’t sure you were ready to confront the beast in the mirror just yet.

“You can call me Helena. I would say I’m like you but not exactly, we are just a bit different but ever the same family under the moon, ya?” She asked you with a gentle smile.

“Yeah.” You found yourself saying to her.

You gave Helena your name and told you what little you wanted to give to her about what had happened. You had watched the expression on her face shift as you told her your story and why you were leaving. She never looked at you with a look of pity or sadness when you told her. She didn’t seem to mourn for what you had been to what you had become but took it as it was. Like it was a simple matter of fact of what had happened. In exchange, Helena had told you that she was born with it, that this is how she had always known life. She told you about her husband and children, how they had grown up and left home as well. That she was on her way back to Maine from a trip to Idaho to see her eldest son and her grandchildren. That’s when you found out you both were going to the same place and when she offered to explain more to you. That she didn’t have all the answers for your particular predicament but she could share wisdom that anyone like you two should know to navigate a world that just laid beneath the surface of what people perceived.

The hours had waned on as you sat next to Helena and talked to past the time. You had gotten up at some point and gotten food for the both of you while you waited. The sun had come and set by the time the bus for you both had been called. You picked up your bag and one of hers, the two of you in tow as you wanted to join the line to board. Helena seemed to take the lead, you trailing after her like a puppy following its mother. The thought made a smile break out on your face, maybe that’s what it was after all. You both got loaded up into the bus taking seats towards the back. You helped her get baggage set up before the two of you got settled in for the long ride across the country.

You settled into your seat next to the window, eyes glancing out the glass as you looked up. The silver beams of the moon shone down and it set something down your spine. You couldn’t tell if it was terror or anticipation. There was war raging inside of you now, the constant of wanting to reject what you had become and others that wanted to embrace what you were. You felt your eyes slowly start to drift shut as your head leaned against the cool window.

The next time you were waking up was when the bus was pulling into a stop to refuel and it was sometime in the afternoon at this point. The bus had mostly been vacant at this point as people took the hour or so to stretch their bodies and get some decent food. Your eyes were blurry from sleep and you stretched your legs out a bit as you shifted in your seat. You saw Helena standing outside smoking. You watched carefully for a moment as the woman stood out there before you were pushing yourself out of your seat and stumbling your way out of the bus. Your boots hit the asphalt as you stepped out. You stretched out a bit more as you took in the warmth of the sun on your skin for a moment. The heat seeped into your skin as you stood there before it seemed to be a bit too much and you shucked off your jacket. “Finally decided to greet the waking world with your presence?” Helena chirped with a raspy laugh.

You couldn’t help the small giggle that had left your throat as you nodded your head and wrapped your jacket over your arm as you had stalked closer to her. You came to stand at her side as you took in the fresh air of Colorado felt like it had opened your lungs up a bit and it was nice.

“Yeah, sorry. I’ve been sleeping a lot since this.” You told her as you made a motion to the arm that was bandaged up.

Helena looked over as she took a drag of her cigarette, you couldn’t help but find the smell of it intoxicating. It wasn’t like the cigarettes that your grandfather used to smoke, this had a sweet and narcotic aroma to it that you couldn’t help but make your mouth water almost. You were so distracted by the smell that you didn’t notice Helena take your arm in her hands, they were strong and sturdy still yet the skin on them had started to sag. She was covered in freckles and her hands shook slightly as she held your forearm. You didn’t even stop her when she unwrapped your arm and just watched as the bandages fell away. You didn’t freeze like you had before looking at it. You stared at it for a moment as she seemed to take it in before she turned away from it.

“It’s healed well. It’s passable as a dog attack. Here.” Helena said as she held out a cigarette for you to take from her.

“I don’t smoke.” You stated.

“Not your normal type of cigarette, honey. Just trust me on this.” She said as she motioned to it.

You took the hand rolled cigarette from Helena, your fingers gently holding it before you placed it between your lips. You watched as she pulled a lighter and lit the end of it on, you watched as the embers flickered awake. You took in a deep drag. It was a bit reminiscent of the times you had sat around with your friends from school passing a blunt around. You took a deep inhale and the sweet taste filled your mouth and lungs. You pulled the cigarette from your lips and exhaled the smoke as it bellowed from your mouth. You felt your body relax, it felt as if you had gotten a full night's rest and the ache in your body from the last change didn’t seem like it had ever been there to begin with.

“I feel better.” You told her as you took another drag of the cigarette feeling the sweet smoke fill your lungs before you relaxed.

“It’s wolfsbane. Despite what you’ve been told ‘bout stories about us. It doesn't hurt us. Some kind of pain reliever. Never got a thorough explanation on it but it’s good to think about when you are on your own.” Helena told you.

You sat there for a moment as your eyes trained on the cigarette between your lips. Wolfsbane. For some reason you felt like laughing about the circumstances, this kind of stuff should have been poisoning you but again then everything wasn’t as it seems was it. You made a small mental note of that when you got to where you were going. Grow wolfsbane, a pain reliever. Add it to the list of things that Helena had been giving you throughout the trip. She had been giving you more than Lawrence. He had definitely tried to give you what you could but he also didn’t want you around. You remembered his words when you woke up in his cabin.

‘Our kind doesn’t work well with others. We are better off as loners. Leave the pack thing to the wolves.’

You mulled over those words for a moment as you looked at Helena. She had told you there was a slight difference between you and her. She could go freely as what she was, no forced changes or uncontrollable urges at times. What she was came as natural as the wind and rain but you. You weren’t natural even by their standards, you were a slave to the silver moon. You worked on her time and learned to make your life around her different phases. But here with Helena in that moment you thought about the man who had saved you from the monster that changed you. For a moment you considered maybe he was right but the feeling in your chest told you otherwise. You were different but it didn’t mean you had to go alone in this matter either, no matter what you were going to be a pack animal, it was ingrained into your genetic code. Even with it being altered by a virus you could have never fought off but only embraced it.

“C’mon, the bus is getting ready to leave again.” Helena said as she finished up her cigarette before putting it out with her heels.

You gave a nod of your head and took another deep drag before doing the same and tailing after her. You didn’t feel like slipping on your jacket to hide what you were. The hours you had spent in the care of Helena you felt like we're finally getting your footing in things, finally understanding how you were supposed to do things maybe. You made your way back onto the bus as people slowly trickled back in and went to get settled in once again.

The trip was a long one trekking across fifteen states by bus alone. This was a first for you seeing so many places in one go. You and Helena had bonded over the close capacity and in that time you had run into others like you. The others you met were different from Helena, a family woman, these ones seemed a bit more free spirited. They carried a similar scent to Helena, something natural and light. They carried scents that felt natural to where Lawrence had something that felt almost strange and foreign the more you recalled it. These people formed a little group with you and Helena, they were headed to New York. It was something that had made you giggle a little bit. It was odd to think of your kind occupying the city but hey let them do you. It was the first taste of what it was like to have a pack, something you didn’t realize that soothed some part of your soul.

You watched as scenery had passed by your window as the trip had worn on. Your camera had finally found its way out of your bag and for the first time in a while everything felt like it had gone normal again. You had never seen so many people as you had on that Greyhound bus, how some came for a little bit and others for longer like you and Helena. They didn’t seem to mind when you took photos, capturing moments in time of travelers on their way to destinations that you didn’t know where. They were fleeting in your life but it gave you a sense of normalcy that you had once had before it all had happened.

You arrived in Portland, Maine four days after you had left Pocatello. The atmosphere here was different and so was just everything else. It was a bit of whiplash but the steady hand from Helena steadied you as you both had gotten off the bus. You waited with Helena for her husband to pick her up from the station. You felt something break just a little bit as you had walked her out to her husbands truck and helped get her baggage into the truck. It felt like you were saying goodbye to your mother, a part of you whined as you didn’t want to leave. Maybe she said that and that is why she had slipped you the house phone number and address, along with the kind words of my door is always open to you. As you had watched her leave in that truck you didn’t realize that you had started crying, using the sleeve of your jacket to wipe away salty tears before you had turned to stalk back inside.

Through blurry vision of remaining tears you had found yourself at the desk asking for a map. You had looked over the worn map, fingers drifting over the paper as you tried to figure where to go from here now. Your eyes wandered over the names of small towns until your fingers had stopped on one. You traced out the words ‘Jerusalem's Lot’ before you seemed to tap it as you seemed to decide that’s where you were going.

“Hey, can I get a ticket to here?” You asked the attendant over the desk

The middle aged woman on the other end looked from her magazine, one that you were pretty sure was some gossip type of thing. You could see the grays sprouting against her blonde locks that had recently had a perm done on it. You watched as her eyes narrowed behind cat eye glasses as she looked at where you had been pointing at the map. She looked a bit surprised as she looked at the map and then back at you.

“The bus doesn’t head out that far. You are gonna have your thumb your way there.” She told you. The way she said it was a bit odd, like she was judging you for something but you couldn’t be sure. It was probably the way you looked, you hadn’t properly slept in sometime and definitely could use a shower.

“Shit, really?” You asked back. There wasn’t much surprise that you would have to hitchhike the rest of the way.

“Yeah, small little place out that way. The bus isn’t going that far out.” She explained to you. You let out a bit of huff under your breath and nodded your head.

“I could take you halfway and then you’d have to get there the rest of the way.”

Her voice had gotten your attention when she had offered to take you at least half way. It did save you from having to climb into a car with some guy and she didn’t seem that vicious, not like you couldn’t have handled your own with her either.

“Hmm, yeah that would work. Thank you.” You said as you tapped the desk and nodded your head. You folded back up the map and placed it down. You heard her say something in acknowledgement before you had headed to go sit down for a bit before you would be heading out with her.

The lady had kept her promise and had gotten you half way out there before you had gotten out at a gas station. You had waited around for sometime at the place trying to pick up a ride as you milled about at the station. You finally picked up a ride with elderly couple in the back of their pickup as well. Your bag sat between your legs as you leaned back against the bed of the truck. Your hair whipped up in the air as the truck roared down the highway, the smell of summer racing by that made your shoulders drop a bit. The old couple had let you out on the road just outside of Jerusalem’s Lot. You had hopped out and hauled your bag over your shoulder as you started on your way into town.

You could help the small amused laugh as you had past the Welcome to Jerusalem’s Lot sign. The dark wood was slightly faded out in some places to the point the sign more read Salem’s Lot before seemed a bit better condition than one side. It almost felt fitting for you, what would be a town of Salem without something strange going on. It got a rise out of you as you carried on, occasionally snapping pictures as you headed your way in. Not a car had passed by you as you had gotten into town, boots getting off of decaying asphalt to sidewalk as you prowled into town.

As you made your way in, you noted the way people had gone about their days. Some had glanced over at you and you could see the skepticism in their eyes. It was a small town and strangers coming in by foot wasn’t exactly normal. You brushed it off as you walked through the town. You passed a place called Dell’s tucking it away to come by when you had gotten settled into things and took in more as you passed through. You took in the hardwood store, a vacant building that was up for sale and just more things that had come to be known for a small town as well. Nothing seemed out of place and you weren’t sure what else to expect. This was a place placed out of time, people who had probably lived here for generations and never once left the Lot.

You kept on your way until your boots stopped in front of a place. You tilted your head to the side slightly as you read it. ‘Crockett’s Southern Maine Insurance and Realty’. That was definitely a good start. You shifted your bag over your shoulder a bit before you head inside. You pulled the door open and a little bell chimed that made your ears hurt as you slowly let your bag drop to the ground as you hesitantly headed inside. You got the smell of a fake flowery smell that made your nose cringe a bit and followed it a bit deeper into the building before you caught the culprit.

There sat a girl at the receptionist’s desk with a dirty blonde bob. She looked around your age and seemed a bit bored as she was engrossed in a book. You waited there for a moment before she rattled off what sounded like a bored yet overly practiced greeting for her job.

“Welcome to Crockett’s Southern Maine Insurance and Realty.” She said flatly as she flipped the page of her book.

“That sounds a bit forced.” You laughed softly as you looked around for a moment before you looked at her.

Her eyes were gray, one that you didn’t see often with people but they reminded you of the moon. The little streaks of dark colors in them are just like craters in the moon. You shook your head a moment and a small flush to your face as you realized that you had been staring a bit longer then you probably should have but she didn’t seem to notice, still reading that book of hers.

“You could say that. Hey you ain't from around here are you?” She said, the second part coming a bit more lively as she looked up and saw you.

“No, I’m not. Looking to move in.” You told her with a click of your tongue as you stood in the door frame.

“Move in?” She asked with a slightly raised eyebrow as she set her book down and rested her arms on the desk.

“Why is that surprising?” You retorted back to her with an easy smile. The way her eyes shifted down to those sharp canines of yours that glinted a bit before she looked away.

“I don’t know, aint people our age kind of looking to get out of these places?” She pointed it out to you. She definitely had a point about that, people like you and her were more often trying to get out of places like this than moving into them.

“I guess? I like the small town things, uh,” You stuttered out as you tried to figure out the best way to phrase it. Your small pause must have been taken by her as you were trying to get your name which she gave to you.

“Susan. Susan Norton, you can call me Susie.” She said she held out her hand to you.

Your eyes fell to her hand before you reached out to take her hand into yours. Yours was a bit rough then hers and nails a bit longer and definitely not coated in polish like hers. Yours spoke of a wildness that was not always associated with domesticity that seemed to come off of Susan in that moment. Your grip was strong as you shook her hand before you pulled it away as you heard the sound of a chair movie and the sound of dress shoes hitting the carpet. You shifted your weight to the man who was coming out of the office across the way from Susan’s desk.

It was a balding man with salt and gray peppered hair. He wore a dull colored suit, equally dull colored slacks, shirt and then bit too bright of a green tie. His eyes were dark and face wrinkled from the years of aging. There was the faint smell of what you knew as cheap cologne and cheap cigarettes that clung to the man. He gave off this air of what you could only describe as a rat and you weren’t sure as to why but you had to guess ever salesman just had that energy of a leech.

“Susie, I don’t pay you to ya- Oh hello there! I’m Lawrence Crockett and you are?” His voice made you want to recoil, it was baritone but it also felt so tacky. You weren't too pleased the way he had addressed Susan but the way he covered himself as he had addressed you.

“A client I would hope. Looking for a place to stay maybe on the south side of town?” You told him as you folded your arms and looked at the man.

The squirrelly character of a man seemed to share a look with Susan as they both looked at you for a moment. Your eyes met theirs and you could see that they were a bit surprised by the suggestion. There wasn’t a whole lot on that side of town but the woods and the low income side of the town.

“I like my quietness.” You told them firmly as you looked at both of them. You didn’t really care for the look, you wanted to be near the woods and if it came with an unsavory part of town or what they thought of it then so be it. You knew damn well looks were more than what they were.

“Uh, we come on in. Let me take a look at what I got available.” Lawrence cleared his throat and ushered you into his office.

You shared a look with Susan that was something like best of luck with the endeavor. It made you smile a little bit as you went into the small office. You took a seat in the cheap chair across from his desk that creaked under your weight. You watched the realtor shift around his space with eyes that seemed to probably make him a little bit more uneasy then he already was with you. Some people seemed to have that sense with you, something Helena had explained to you as a gift. They had a way of seeing over on the other side. Some had it a bit more clearer than others while some could just place it as there was something off or wrong about you. You had come to notice that was the case with some people. They would just be skittish around you, like some deep part in their head knew you weren’t entirely human anymore.

“Let me see, let me see.” He muttered to himself as he had sat down in his chair and was going over his desk to find the listings for the south side of town. You watched as he had shuffled around through files and you noticed one for a brief moment of an old Victorian house. You tilted your head to the side and read the words. ‘The Marsten House’. It mildly peaked your curiosity for the moment before your heard movement behind you. You watched as Susan had come into the room with the said listings that Mr. Crockett had been looking for it. She gave you a small smile as she set the files down on the desk in front of him and you watched as the man stopped his fruitless search when they had been placed.

“Here Mr. Crockett.” She said to him with a bit of a condescending chirp to her voice that had you stifling a laugh behind a bit of cough that she seemed to catch onto. You watched as Susan left the room before her boss even bothered to thank her for them.

“I’ve got three places out that way. They are all gonna need a little TLC but you seem like the capable type.” Mr. Crockett explained to you as he laid out the files of the house that were up for rent.

You shifted your chair forward closer to the desk so you could get a better look at your possible options that were being presented for you. The houses were all a bit different from each other and out of the three there were two that seemed in less move in condition then one. The one that seemed to be alright. It was in a second empire type structure with a black roof, white paneling and red brick foundation. It was surrounded by the woods and a small road led out to the main one from the brief pictures that were supplied. It was perfect for you, it would work good for what you needed and offered privacy that you wanted.

“I’ll take this one.” You said as you took the file out and placed it on the top of the others. Mr. Crockett looked at you with a look that held skepticism that you probably weren’t capable of handling a place like this yourself.

“Are you sure?” He asked like he was trying to give you a sense of doubt.

“Yup, how much is the down payment?” You told him back firmly. This was going to be the one and you weren’t going to let some realtor change your mind on things.

“Well about $108 on a monthly payment but I also need a security deposit which would be about double that. Should be $322 for the first payment.” He said as he cleared his throat and began to take out the necessary paperwork for you to fill. You had pushed out from your chair for a moment, the sudden action made the man jump a little bit as you had moved out of the room. You could feel Susan’s eye on you as you made your way to your bag and crouched down next to it. You pulled the zipper back and rustled through your clothes before you had pulled out a yellow envelope. You pulled out the stash of cash you had on you and counted out what you needed and what you were going to have left. You made a mental note of needing to get some form of job before your funds ran dry. You had stood back up and made your way back into the office.

“Here. I’ll take the key.” You said as you handed over the money in cash onto the man’s desk. He watched you for a moment as he took in how much you had just put down and that you were asking for the key. He cleared his throat before he motioned to the papers that needed your attention.

“I need you to sign a couple things and I’ll get Suze to take you over there.” He said as you grabbed a pen and went over the papers that he had put out. Some of it had gone over what you needed to do to get the electricity and heating up and going when you got over. You signed your name neatly on the little lines that had been asked of you. Once you were done you were handed two keys on a key ring. You felt the brass against your palm before you looked at the man.

“Isn’t that a bit of inconvenience to her?” You asked him as he rounded his desk and got to walking you out of his office.

“Nah she would be more than happy too. Won’t you Suze?” Mr. Crockett had said, snapping Susan out of her reading again.

“Happy to do what?” She had asked him with a bit of a confused look. You gave her a bit of an apologetic look and shifted uncomfortably for having someone pretty much give you a ride that one party didn’t even really seem to want to do.

“Take our new client to her new home?” Mr. Crockett said as he clapped you on the shoulders. You had to resist the urge to bristle or swivel to shove him off. Sometimes those little territorial traits could be the hardest to control. You took a steady breath as you heard Susan let out some annoyed noise and stood up from her chair, grabbing her purse and keys.

“Yeah, sure.” She said as she rounded her desk and headed for the door.

You shouldered your way out of Mr. Crockett’s grasp and after Susan. You had briefly glanced back at the man but said nothing as you had picked up your bag by the door and stepped outside after Susan. You followed her out to her car, a Chevrolet Vega, that seemed to be in pretty decent condition. You couldn’t help but marvel at it for a moment as you kicked yourself in gear as you quickly made your way across the street. You watched as the dirty blonde got into the driver’s seat and waited for you to climb on in. You didn’t hesitate to climb on to the passenger side and drop your bag on the floor.

The car roared to life as Susan started the engine up of the Vega. You could feel the rumble through your body as the car kicked into gear as Susan got you two on your way to your new home. You rubbed your fingers over the keys that you had been given by the realtor. You watched as the sleepy town rolled on by as Susan drove you through the Lot. You craned your neck as you watched the town dump roll by and the desolate graveyard up the hill just a reach off from the Martsen house that stood like a decrepit scarecrow that overlooked crops. Soon the brief image of the house was cut off as the woods crept their way into few as they had taken a turn towards the south side of town.

The town looked so peaceful in the summer, the hot breeze from outside filtered in through the cracked windows as you two rolled on by. You felt your eyes close for a moment for a moment as you took in a breath and let your head rest against the window. You could feel Susan’s gray eyes on you as she seemed to take you in. You didn’t seem to mind all that much as you felt things start to settle after months of the unknown yet there was this strange little pity that stayed there. A clawing and biting urge of that things weren’t going to stay this way for long but you pushed that off as you felt your eyes slowly close for a moment.

You were jolted awake as you felt Susan’s gentle hand met your shoulder. You startled her making her jump as well as you both nervously laughed off the small interaction as you both shifted in seats. You didn’t met Susan’s eyes for that moment as you tried to figure out the words to say to her as you sat there in her passenger seat. You grabbed a hold of the straps of your duffel bag for a moment.

“You didn’t have to take me. I could have walked it.” You shyly said to her as you brushed some of your hair out of your face as you stretched out from the small brief nap that you had fallen into in her car. You looked over at Susan who had looked over at you before she shifted her gaze away for a moment.

“It’s fine, I need the fresh air. Can’t believe that you picked that one?” Susan had said for a moment before she had looked back up at you. Your eyes met for a moment as you tried to process what she was asking her. She was wondering why you had picked this one and you didn’t want to give her the real reason as to why.

“Why?” You asked back. You watched as Susan seemed to fumble with some explanation to give you onto why she was asking her question. She seemed to realize that you weren’t from here and you weren’t aware of the town’s history.

“It’s got a direct view of the Martsen House. The people who had owned it prior said they could see stuff up there. The lady swore she saw someone staring at her from the window up there.” Susan explained to you as she watched your head work overtime to take in what she was telling you. You knew that small town’s had their stories, the legends that were carried on and passed out to children. Places that people whispered in hushed tones that had teenagers sneaking up to get a feel for the real thing.

“No way.” You muttered out as you met to pop open the car door of the Vega and stepped out. Susan seemed to watch you with a gaze that made you not uncomfortable in your skin but appreciated and made your face heat up.

“Yeah, I guess you got to learn about the Lot.” Susan joked as she watched you grab your bag from the floor of the Vega and hold it for a moment as you held the door ajar for a moment as you carried on the conversation.

“I do.” You told her as you shifted your weight for a moment.

“Here we are through. The Martsen House’s shadow.” Susan joked as she motioned to the house that was now going to be yours to look after. It looked like a shell of something that had lacked some life for awhile. You could make out plastic covering on some of the furniture that sat inside of the house. You couldn’t remember seeing anything about it being furnished but you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“That’s ominous.” You laughed softly at Susan’s joke about the house that you are about to go into.

“Yeah but hey you don’t feel phased by ominous things.” Susan pointed out that you had nodded your head in agreement.

“Eh, it depends. Again thanks for bringing me here.” You told her for a moment as you brushed it off. You gaze turned back to the house and then to the clearing through the trees. She wasn’t really kidding when she had called it the Martsen House’s shadow. Through that clearing the old house stood on the hill, in direct line of the living room windows. You watched for a moment as you just stared at it and thought about what Susan had told you. You knew well enough now that the supernatural was not simply just stories that were to give someone a good scare or air caution, they always held some truth to them. You couldn’t totally discount that maybe the prior owners of your new home had seen something.

“Anytime. I hope that it suits you well.” Susan said as she broke you out of your thoughts and turned the car back on. You could feel the vibrations of the car through the frame and closed the door with a small thud. You were about to head in when Susan’s voice had stopped you in your tracks.

“Hey, uh, maybe you would like to hang out this Friday. You are new and all, maybe you could use a friend.” Susan asked as she leaned a bit more to the passenger side of the car. You thought about her offer for a moment before you smiled softly at her.

“Need a new face to talk to that doesn’t do town gossip?” You joked.

“God yes please.” Susan laughed back as she nodded her head. You watched as her eyes had crinkled just a bit as she seemed to genuinely laugh but also genuinely happy to have the company of someone new. You couldn’t fault her for that, you felt it too.

“Okay, I’ll see you Friday, Susie.” You told her as you wrapped your knuckle against the frame of the door and backed off so she would have room to get out of the old driveway.

“See you then.” Susan said as she waved you goodbye.

You watched as Susan Norton pulled out of the driveway and down the way back to the main road. You waited until you heard the engine fade out and the sounds of the forest came to life. Something in you stirred, you felt a sudden jolt of energy go through your system as your legs carried you forward. Your boots crunched against dead leaves that had fallen from their place on the looming trees that surrounded the clearing of your new home. The old porch creaked under your weight as you went up it and juggled for the keys in your hand. You slid them into the rusty lock, it took a moment for the lock to shift before it finally gave way. The front door opened with a creak that had you closing your eyes.

“Oil for hinges at the top of the list.” You muttered out as you stepped into the house.

You looked around as you dropped your bag next to you as you kicked the door close with your foot. You looked around at the inside of the house, you could see the dust dance around in the light that shined through the windows. Mr. Crockett was not kidding when he said that it would need some TLC gifted to it. The house hadn’t seen a living person in almost over a year and it showed from all the dust and plastic covered furniture. You let out a sigh as you rested your hands on your hips for a moment as you took it all in before you let out a huff and shucked off your jacket to get started.

You had spent your afternoon getting the house in somewhat of a livable space. It had taken a couple of hours to understand how to get power to the house and accidentally shock yourself once. You had declared the basement the most horror movie thing you had seen and that with it having cellar doors it was probably a good place to make your spot for when the full moon came calling for you. The water heater was a completely different beast itself and you’d have to get someone out there to take care of it, suffering with cold showers was going to have to be managed until you could. Not that you could complain, the upper floor of the house was hotter than hell and that made the main floor and basement the only comfortable spots in the old house for you to be around. You had dragged one of the old mattresses from upstairs down into the living room and pulled the curtains a bit as you had set up.

By the time you had gotten the place into a somewhat livable space you sat out on the porch shirtless in a bra and your jeans. You had since ditched your boots to walk around barefoot for the moment. You sat on the porch steps as you took a drag of some of the wolfsbane cigarettes that Helena had given you and stared up at the sky. The pastel hues of the sky as the sun began to set painted the sky as your eye strained to see the one thing in the sky. There the moon hung, almost spilling over with silver as she stared back down at you, her moon lorne child. You let out a sigh and stretched out a bit before getting up and heading back inside as you could feel the familiar aches bloom in your body.

tags: @rhettmotel @lewmagoo @delopsia

#ch: ben mears.#ben mears x reader #salem's lot #salem's lot 2024 #lewis pullman x reader

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vxiphoid · 2 years ago

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៚ BREAK ALL RULES !!⟢

❨ skateboarding with ruggie ❩ omg an actual fic😧😧!!! oh look its those two best friends that clearly have feelings for each other but wont admit it… KISS ALREADY. i need to start writing for more characters, i love savanaclaw too much😞 ooc ruggie (just to be sure), mentions of injuries, cursing, extremely bad explaining for skateboard tricks goodbye, not proof read, other than that tooth rotting fluff<3

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♫ take me to the sun - d4vd & who - 웨터 (wetter)

“OH FUCK—“

“ruggie!? ruggie, are you okay?!” the camera immediately dropped as you slid down the ramp to assist your friend, landing in this crooked position with both of you somehow in the frame. ruggie was curled up on the pavement when you knelt down beside him, worry splashed on your face. it wasn't until you were kneeling by him did the faux hurt disappear from his face.

“i think i fell for you.”

then he shot you a cheeky little wink. you stared blankly at the man sprawled in front of you. ruggie had to purse his lips to stop himself from laughing, your expression was priceless. you looked like you'd just been scolded for some sort of transgression—y’know, before you finally realized he was teasing you, which prompted to you start attacking him with everything you could muster. “you absolute asshole! i thought you actually hurt yourself!”

ruggie, on the other hand, balled himself up and protected his head with his arms as he cackled. “ow, fuck— don’t hit me, i’m already injured!” he wheezed between chuckles. your punches got lighter and lighter till they were nothing but little pats on his shoulder and ribs as his contagious laughter effected you. and eventually the two of you collapsed into hysterical giggles, covered in dirt and scratches but happy none the less.

“you done watching that video? it’s your turn, you know!”

ruggie’s voice snapped you back to reality, the video playing from your phone quickly forgotten as quick as it stole your attention. it was supposed to be a simple video of ruggie doing an ollie since he was so adamant about actually having it down this time yet… he turned it into a corny pick up line after brutally falling on his face. you’re totally posting this on magicam.

you placed your phone down besides you, sliding down the small ramp for the umpteenth time tonight. “yeah, yeah, im coming!” ruggie chose the perfect night to practice skateboarding for the moon was at its fullest and the stars were all out, lighting the whole area with twinkling luminescence. it really made things look ethereal, especially in contrast with the street lamps nearby.

ruggie had found this skateboard a month back and there was this run down skatepark near the school so you both decided, hey, why not give some tricks a try. all the bruises and cuts definitely made your teachers and some students concerned but at least you were improving every now and again. it didn’t take long for ruggie to get the hang of it, at least sort of. there was this one trick you saw online that completely peaked your interest and in attempt of trying it, you ended up with a bloody nose. nothing was going to stop you from mastering this trick though, and if that meant getting bruised up more then so be it.

ruggie was squinting at his hand as you approached him, “i think i did actually cut my thumb when i fell, though.”

you rocked back and forth with your hands deep in your (rather, his) puffy jacket like the biggest shit you could be. “unfortunately for you, were all out of hello kitty bandaids.” he snorted at your words, turning around to face you properly. small scratches littered his face along with brightly colored bandages in different shapes and his smile wasnt as bright as his ocean blue eyes. he nudges the board towards your feet, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater before offering his hand. “ready?”

ruggie didnt miss how careful you were taking his hand and the slight squeeze you added when you stepped onto the board. your other hand flew to steady yourself as you put your other foot on the board. you glanced up to see him biting his bottom lip as his eyes trained on your shoes for any sign of unsteadiness or discomfort—like you might topple over if he weren’t looking. his concern brought a faint warmth to your heart as his gaze flickered to meet you, he was being so gentle with you. his hand loosened slightly on yours but you held on tight enough so he couldn’t pull away. “you good?” he asked with furrowed brows as his gaze lingered on your face. “don’t want you fallin’ off—“

“no.” you interrupted, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “i’m ready.”

for extra measurements as ruggie let go of your hand, his fingertips hovered over yours to make sure you weren’t going to fall, his hands quickly missing the warmth.

you started off slowly, gliding across the ground gently. ruggie followed suit closely behind, watching carefully to ensure no accidents happen. the wind blew past your faces, tickling your cheeks as you gradually picked up speed. he watched you smile to yourself, the glint of pride in your eyes.

it was only after you’d kicked off the ramp did he feel it—the familiar tug of your magic. the wind was working with you, your legs lifting off of the floor as you went higher. your back foot going under the board and flipping it back around, letting out a whoop that ruggie was sure he hadn’t heard from you before. his mouth opened wider than ever at your display—the wind was pushing you faster than he’d seen you move before. you seemed to glide across the concrete, never once breaking your stride. though when you landed, albeit a little off balanced, your eyes lit up like you had one the biggest teddy bear from a rigged claw machine. your face was glowing too, almost glowing like it could reflect your joy. your giggle rang through the chilly night air like music to his ears, and as soon as the feeling passed he felt it return tenfold. you were so fucking adorable. “did you see that?!”

ruggie braced himself for impact as you ran towards him with your arms outstretched, jumping and tackling him to the ground in one swift motion. the momentum caused the both of you to tumble onto your backs, your bodies pressed together tightly. his breath knocked from his lungs yet nothing stopped him from laughing along with you.

he pushes you away, scanning your face. “you’re okay, right? no scratches?” he reached up to cup one side of your face, gently wiping away a tear from your eye that rolled down to your nose. you were such an emotional little thing, it was absolutely endearing and god, he loved seeing you like this.

“of course i am! who cares?” you exclaim, knowing by heart that ruggie would catch you if you lost control of the skateboard mid-air. he always did.

your noses were brushing up against each other as you spoke, his eyes flicking down for a moment before darting back up. your lips were inches apart and if his heart was beating loud enough for the both of you to hear, it surely must have been so damn loud, you couldn’t miss the flutter of his breath against your face.

“i do.”

and maybe it was his tone, maybe it was the way he was staring at you in that way he was—so intent and full of emotion. you swallowed the lump in your throat; maybe it had something to do with the way he was gripping both sides of your face. maybe it was the warmness of his hands on either side of yours—you didn’t know and you didn’t particularly care. the urge to press your lips against his became too strong.

but he did. he leaned closer and closed his eyes, and suddenly you could hear the loud beating of your hearts, deafening even, as his lips brushed against yours for mere millimeters, yet your entire body froze in place. his touch was light at first, a feather light kiss that sent shivers down your spine. but before you knew it you had threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss in hopes of convincing yourself that you weren’t dreaming. you weren’t. it felt just as amazing as you dreamed of, warm and comforting as you melted into his embrace while pressing deeper into the kiss with passion.

ruggie pulled back with a breathless laugh, resting his forehead against yours in awe. a grin stretched across his face, his eyes still closed and a dazed look plastered across his features. he could see why everyone always said that love makes fools of us all, because he was absolutely sure he looked like a total buffoon.

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gowonders · 11 months ago

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spell it out. ♥ c.sb

notes: HEYYY YALL .. funny seeing you.. erm!!! i know i said i was gonna quit and that writing was inconvenient as hell?? that was a lie.. girl that shit pulled me back like a MAGNET. so ohhh nooo the bitch is back😱😱 anyways this is for @nightlyawnzz event :3 gotta at least do that, hope you all enjoy this !! it’s really short.. but i do hope you’ll enjoy regardless??

warnings: not proofread, english isn’t my first language, fem reader, food is mentioned through pretty much all of this.., soobin is said to be taller than reader, AND soobin in cringy as hell with his flirting im so so sorry, reader is kinda ditzy.. lmk if i missed any ~

“choi soobin i swear to god if you throw that at me, i am going to scream so loud.” you say quietly, backing away from the taller boy with a big spoon of flour in his grasp, a dumb grin on his face. “whaaaat?” he asks, taunting you by pretending to start an attack of flour… but he never fully commits.

“besides, this flour is too expensive, and you’re.. uhhhh…” soobin stalls, eyes darting all over you. he couldn’t really commit to flirting, either.

the thing is, he invited you over for two reasons. fo make cookies, (yay!) and to at least try and flirt with you enough to have you thinking. but so far? he was actually cringing on the inside at the thought of.. well.. being more intimate than usual.

“soobinnnn?” you call out in a singsong tone, waving your hands infront of his face. he snaps out of his trance, and he nods coyly with a smile. “u-uh, what i meant to say was, the flour is too expensive and you’re too scared to get messy.” he didn’t want to say that. he wanted to say that you’re to pretty to get all ruined by some flour, but as soon as the words leave his mouth, his cheeks glow red. what if you thought there was some.. secret meaning behind that whole thing???

but you didn’t. you just let out a quiet “oooooohhhhhhh.” and go back to preparing the dough, just mixing the dough with a spatula a little more before a small chuckle leaves you. “can i get a baking sheet, soobin?” you ask, tilting your head to look at the boy. “uhhhh, yeah!” he says, hand moving to the small of your back, guiding you to the cabinet he keeps them in— which goes unnoticed by you. of course.

“that one right there, ynie.” he says, moving back to the counter he was leaning on, almost analyzing the way you grab the tray, and roll balls of dough to put onto it. maybe it was just so he could think. about anything. because he really didn’t know what to do. you seemed so.. oblivious! not even seemed, hell, you were!

he had no idea how to approach flirting as is, so when youre literally repellent to his advances.. it definitely makes the whole thing a little harder. more like alot harder.

“hey, the cookies are done, and i made the icing.. do you wanna decorate them..?” soobin asks from the kitchen, looking almost defeated. but a small smile is brought to his face when you jump from his couch to walk to the kitchen. you were so.. cute. but he just found that so hard to say.

he hands you a few little bowls of icing and puts some sprinkles near you and sighs out. rolling his eyes. he can’t really focus , and the night definitely wasn’t going as planned. you weren’t picking up on any of his hints, and all of his hints just.. were not enough. there was really only one last way to do this. being the most obvious, bold and out there guy he can be. because his flirting game is straight ass.

soobin nods his head in your direction, smiling at the cookie you had been working on. “that’s cute.” he mutters out, spreading icing onto his own cookie. what he was about to say was going to kill him mentally.. but it was the only way he could think of to try and get you on board with the flirting thing he’s been trying all night.

“that cookies cute, just like you..” he says under his breath, putting some sprinkles on the iced cookie. “hm? what was that?” you ask, putting your treat down as you look at your friend.

oh. he really couldn’t take it anymore. he had taken multiple swipes that were somewhat hidden, and he was fed up with trying to get you to understand his sly advances. it was now or never.

“yn. i’m being so for real when i say this, you’re like the prettiest girl i know, and i know i don’t ever say it but that’s because i can’t? and every time i do try and hint how much i like you, you’re too oblivious to see anything! and it’s so hard to call you what you are, when you make me so flustered all the time, okay?! i- i think.. no! i like you!” soobin spits, rocking on his feet as he rambles.

“oh!” is all you have to say for a second. he was right. you really had no idea he had been hitting on you for a bit, you just thought he was being extra nice.

“so.. you’re saying you wanna be with me? like. couple?” you ask, taking a bite of your cookie. “yes, yn! do i need to spell it out for you?!” soobin asks in a raised tone, crossing his arms.

“yeah you do. i’m stupid.” you mumble. “not stupid enough to reject my crush though.” you say with nonchalance, holding out the cookie you just took a bite of. “you want some? it tastes good!” like nothing even happened.

“uhhhh.. w-what about something more than cookies?? like a kiss?” soobin says as a last attempt at flirting.

at least he won you over.

#gowonder: writes #soobin #soobin soft thoughts #soobin soft hours #soobin fluff #soobin imagines #soobin x reader #soobin scenarios #soobin drabble #soobin x fem reader

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luvly-writer · 2 years ago

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"But Oh..Cara Mia"

Ch. 8: Are we making progress?

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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader

Warnings: None

Status: Ongoing

Author's note: I AM BACK! So my absence has an explanation. First, uni is tough and I bearly had time, but we made it! YAY! Second isss that I know what I wanted to write but didn't know how to put it into words. Which was tough AF. Like I know the next plot point that is coming but didn't know how to like get to it LMAO. In my mind, I connected it like "DUH IT GOES AFTER THIS" but when it came to actually writing it I was like "HELP" BUT IT HAPPENED AND SINCE WE DID IT HERE YOU GO! CH. 8 AND 9. HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY AND REMEMBER FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS LOVED AND ACCEPTED DOVES!

Taglist: @lorosette @nanas-teatime @prettyacademia00 @mxtokko @sarahkaliii @w31rdg1rl @eurydicegrimes @writing-for-the-hell-of-it

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If we could use a person to describe the words relentless and determined, Damian Wayne would come to mind. This boy was focused, and all of his family noticed. First, was Tim. He had been down at the cave the entire day and noticed that Damian would only obligate bring Dick to the cave and ask him to spar whenever Yn was in her lab. He would go a little rougher, making sure Dick would have to speak to her in order to get his sore muscles checked out. Then it was Duke. Seeing as most of his suit was getting fixed by Yn to get used to his powers better, he would see how Damian would rip small parts of Dick's suit to obligate him to go and ask Yn to get it fixed. Then it was the girls. They had noticed that Yn began to receive random flowers every once in a while going by the name of a secret admirer. They had seen Damian pay the man that brought them when they were coming back from lunch. This resulted in Dick being truly observant of Yn's reactions to them and trying to indirectly know more of this "secret admirer" of hers. Finally, it was Jason and Bruce. They would see some of their shirts and hoodies missing and later find them in Yn's room or her wearing them with the smell of an unknown perfume. After further investigation, Bruce found Damian had bought a men's perfume and only used it to spray those items. Damian was setting Dick up by using his flirtations and his jealousy against him. His plan was that if he could layer that up enough, Dick would understand that something was different and would realize his sentiments for Yn. And yet...it didn't work.

"He is setting him up for failure my GOD JAJAJA!" Laughed out Stephanie. Yn had gone out to get some food for everyone and Dick had gone away to attend a call. The rest were lounging at the Batcave. They had decided that they would try to investigate Riddler's next move together and the best place for that was the cave. The conversation had shifted from the case to Damian's mission when Jason brought it up. They were dying of laughter at his plan and asked about how it was going. "Terrible. Grayson remains oblivious to the world inside him and Yn is more confused than ever whenever he mixes his flirtations with passive-aggressive accusations and inquiries. It only makes them bicker even more." Damian huffs out as he cleans his knives and swords. He was bitter that it wasn't working out. The rest laughed in amusement. "Damian, this is a war that has been going on for YEARS. Jealousy is a feeling that they have grown so accustomed to when it comes to the other that it's almost second nature. You aren't changing anything." Barbara laughed making the rest snicker, even Bruce was sending amused looks their way. As a result, Damian did something they NEVER thought he would do. "Well then, would any of you care to help me out?" He asked. Damian Wayne asked for help and everyone was stunned. They all exchanged glances and dwelled on the question. Too many years have passed. "Why the fuck not! Im in" said Jason, wanting to see where this went. And so everyone was on board. Alfred and Bruce exchanged worried glances. Yn and Dick were not easy to trifle with. There were never two people more destined to be with one another, that was true, but heavens they were NOT easy to work with. When Yn had come back, she looked around and sensed something was different with them, almost suspicious, yet she didn't pay mind. They are a bunch of weirdos so she shouldn't be surprised at this point.

The following weeks were rather strange, she noticed. Dick was a little bit squirmish and when asked, he would avoid the topic. You had decided to ignore him, thinking he was just in one of his Dick moments. Instead, you had focused on the rest, but even they were weird. Whenever Dick would come near you, any of the girls would throw comments such as, "Oh shit, you guys would make a good couple, guess social media’s right" or "my word, both of you act like a married couple" or even, "you knoooooow, seeing you guys now, if you two ever had kids, they would be good looking as hell with your combined genes" and even go to the point of, "both of you emit such high sexual tension! get a room!" These would leave you both blushing and unable to look each other in the eye. They would be said with teasing smiles and curious looks, observing both of you precisely. Barbara would give you a knowing look whenever they came from her. The boys had taken to flirting with Yn jokingly whenever Dick was around. Jason's compliments normally came with a fondness for his older sister, ranging from how she looked today to saying that ANY man would be lucky (stares at Dick who is side-eyeing him real hard). Tim would compliment her intelligence and state how important she was to the team. Normally, he would say them after one of Dick's quips was a little too harsh. Duke normally was the worst. Not because they were bad, but because they were absurd and Yn LOVED them. They could go from "You know the other day I saw one single leaf and thought it was pretty and it made me think of you" or "your left shoe looks great on you, big sis" and finally to, "you know, that one eyelash is super pretty". She would laugh so hard cause they would catch her so off-guard and it would cause Dick to look at her directly, adoring her smile and laugh, softly smiling at her.

They had thought that if they could showcase how well they'd be together or make all of Yn's attributes even more OBVIOUS, it would do something. BUT! IT! DIDN'T! Even Bruce had gone and said they would make great partners if they pushed their differences aside and Alfred had commented on how she would make a great choice for his date at the next ball, for the public image and to keep everyone in check of course, and still nothing. They were all baffled at how oblivious the two of them were. Finally, it all came down to Damian, fed up and tired, who decided to take a moreeeee direct approach.

"You are staring again." He drily stated to Dick who looked at him panicked. "Am not!" Defended Dick and Damian deadpanned at him. "Yes you are, it's distracting you" he responded and Dick huffed out a response. "I was just looking at her." Damian smirked up at him, knowing he caught him, "I did not state if it was a she or a he" Dick just rolls his eyes and ruffles his hair, and laugh "Shut up" and Damian smiles softly at him. Grayson didn't comment on that making Damian see it as a small victory. He would continue to call him out on the small things, careful to make sure that Dick didn't catch on. He would ask him why he was angry when Yn received flowers (yn had found out they were from him and his excuse was that she should decorate her lab cause it looked ugly. The real reason was that Damian liked that it brought a smile to her face and he had already grown so fond of her. She never made him feel as if he was a bother or any less worthy than the rest, but he wasn't going to tell her that. He did make her promise she wouldn't tell anyone.) or when she wore something of Jason's and he would scoff at Dick every time he would make excuses. Damian truly was a handful during those weeks, but he thought that when he started to do that, there was real progress. With his somewhat hostile attempts and everyone's comments, they had noticed little things that began to happen.

Dick would bring Yn coffee, and sometimes would tell her he appreciated her work. Yn would finally return some of Dick's quips with a more flirtatious tone (normally, the flirtatious tone came from Dick seeing as he is flirty by nature) and initiate physical contact. She would bump her hip to his whenever he passed by her and both would exchange teasing glances and brush his hair out of his face whenever she was helping him with his injuries. They would see how sometimes his hands would stay on her waist whenever she was fixing a particularly deep gash on his forehead and she would allow herself to laugh a little louder at his jokes. The rest would high-five and congratulate each other since they were making progress, VERY SLOW, but progress nonetheless.

It was all chill until one day, Damian was on his way to get Titus to take him for a walk when he heard Dick and Bruce discussing some matters regarding the Teen Titans. "I know, I know we are in the middle of an investigation that needs all hands on deck, but they need me there for some time. Kory has been calling me none stop asking me to pass by and help with some training and missions. It will be quick B. No more than a few weeks." Dick was leaving? Damian thought to himself, but he couldn't! Not after his mission was making progress. Sensing someone was getting closer to the door, Damian carried on walking quickly.

That afternoon, Dick announced that he would be leaving for Jump City and wouldn't be back for three weeks. Damian had a bad feeling about this trip and he voiced it to Barbara. She had reassured him that distance only made the heart grow fonder but he still wasn't convinced. Knowing Grayson's long history of an on-and-off relationship with Starfire, Damian kept being suspicious.

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apompkwrites · 2 years ago

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Its lil!Schoenheit's turn at the fluff! And it's family fluff this time:)

It's finally the most anticipated winter break! The time to go home, spend time with family, and relax. Is what any normal student would get, but not the Schoenheits. With Vil and their father being actors and models respectively, it leaves lil!Schoenheit at home.

They can entertain themselves just fine for the first few days of winter break but seeing all their friend's magicam story with their parents and friends, the loneliness sinks in deeper. Dinners are always just them, if they are lucky, they can eat with their exhausted and tired family. Lil!Schoenheit tries to make small talk like asking how work was or how was their day, even if it ends with them going in a rant or complaining it was fine for them. If they're really tired, they say it was fine or ok. Days of the same thing and they start to isolate themselves in their room, they have their computer and their phone to pass the time.

Miraculously, Vil gets 2 days of and their dad 1. They want to make the most of this opportunity and surprise lil!Schoenheit by spending the day together so they make plans without them. Going outside to a park or tourist site? It would only cause trouble because of their fame, renting out a cinema? It would beat the atmosphere. Visiting family? They fear that lil!Schoenheit may be overlooked for not being a model or actor like them so another no. So they decide to buy a popular board game, Monopoly. Vil has seen the board game club play this and he suggested it, what could go wrong?

A lot went wrong, in a good way. Vil asked for lil!Schoenheit to come to the living room and they explained what they wanted to do. Excited, they started to play. One unforseen thing they missed while planning is that they were all very competitive, it's part of the reason their family is as far as they are today. The game started to get heated but lil!Schoenheit comes out victorious with their father going bankrupt first and Vil almost winning if it weren't for the hotel he landed on.

At that moment they didn't mind losing, they haven't seen lil!Schoenheit smile that wide in a long time. "Fine, you win this time. But next time, you will be eating your words" Vil says they realize that it was late and they ate dinner as a family. Vil's second day of his leave was spent on his self care and rejuvenation. It was soon back to normal but everytime they both had syncing days off, the game would come off the shelves and onto the table.

My brain was going 200mph writing this in the middle of the night. Some of the monopoly scenes are based of my experience🥲. This was really long so take your eyes off the screen and drink some water. Thank you for reading!

>:} anon

hhh new family tradition for the shoenheits <333

love love love the idea of lil schoenheit finally getting some healthy family bonding with their brother and father through board games :O

im sure lil schoenheit would try to introduce new games to their family, probably asking azul or idia (through ortho, at least) to borrow some from the club. to not make board game nights too monotonous :D

#a pompk answers #black sheep #a >:} anon's rambles

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tounderstandthesoul · 5 months ago

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Chapter 2: Messages from the dead

A bad dream right? Or is it?

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I will say in advance that you are the same age as the critters. I don't want anyone to get the wrong ideas.

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Third person:

A cold and dark room with a few machines that are no longer in operation stands there without any electricity or heat at all. Inside a machine sleeps a little boy, his appearance could be described as an angel. He is in the dark and his chest floats with his irregular breathing, sometimes he breathes in briefly and unconscously holds his breath for a long time, but sometimes it looks as if he is having a bad dream and is gasping for breath. But suddenly he wakes up and looks around frightened, his posture reminiscent of a small street kitten desperately looking for help.

Angel Pov:

"Y/N Do you know the answer!"

"Huh?"

"Earth to Y/N, are you sleeping in class again?"

"No I... where are we...?"

A few children started to turn around from their seats and I got all nervous, 'why are they looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong?’

"Ehrm... no.. I think...." no its just Class I need to know the Task.

I quickly look at the Board 'it can't be that hard, after all, this is the Math class for children with learning difficulties....or? ‘wait a minute'

"I'm really starting to lose hope in you angel... you're only supposed to solve this? what's wrong with you?"

"I... what... what does it say?"

The Board was full of red letters, they were all scattered around and made no sense. 'wait, what did she just call me?’

"Ehm... what... what did you Ju-“

"Tell me, are you hard of hearing or something? Or can you just not read, angel?"

I look slowly in the direction of the voice, my eyes slowly starting to fix on the left of me. A boy about my age with his blond hair pulled up, he kind of looks like an chicken. 'what... Who are you?’

"Angel Now read the DAMN TASK!"

"Yes sorry Miss... Its...."

I feel bad everyone is staring at me and the letters look like they're shifting. 'what the'. The smeared red letters are moving as if it were a coloring book and a red liquid is slowly running down the sides of the blackboard. 'I feel sick', but at that moment. Right now. I can read the words as they now make sense.

"The prototype will ... save us all"

"You see angel? Wasn't that hard after all was it?"

"Yes, but Mrs. Delight... what does that mean......?"

I heard a loud crack and every child at that moment suddenly turned their head towards me and looked me in the eye. I could even see the broken bones in some of the children's necks slowly poking out of their skin 'I can't take this anymore' I couldn't control it at that moment looking at all the Kids, I felt so bad and it just came out… I threw up on the table. ‘I don’t want to look at them’ What is going on here?

It happened suddenly and was very loud, someone had literally slammed the door open.

"Y/N, Angel!"

I didn't dare answer, it was one of those women with their yellow suits who have that look on their face...like they own everything.

"It's you with the scars, isn't it.... Hey!"

"What... what's going on?"

"You're really very lucky, Kid"

"Me?. Lucky?.. Why?"

"You were chosen and adopted by a loving family!"

"I... Adopted... Why?"

"you should have listened to them" 'what? what did she just say?'

"you should have listened to his successor" 'Am I hearing badly?, what is she talking about?. I dont understand.'

"But now it's too late for you"

"What are you even talking a-"

"The angel is starving" ‘What… What does she mean ‘I don’t understand anything here’

"The angel is starving" ' I... don't understand'

"The angel is st-"

"STOP! I..." Tears slowly flow from my eyes. I feel them slowly drift down my face and everything gets louder and louder.

"Lucky you"

I started to scream.

But then I woke up.

"What was that???" I can hardly breathe, it feels like my heart is about to jump out of my chest.

It takes me a few seconds not to fall over. I feel dirty, I can also see why. I am Practically lying in Trash and im Still wearing the Lab Coat from when I was tested on. ‘wait that dream, was that ma-‘

My thoughts got broken by a loud noise, which was coming from my Stomach. it was very Loud Growling. I looked around and the memories of yesterday came flooding back, I slept in this shithole as usual. 'dammit' this can't go on, I remember my thoughts from yesterday. Oh god I am going to die here Wont i. ‘Wait can i even die?’

I still know the way from here towards Playcare, that will be the only place where there might still be something edible, it will probably be a long journey without a destination.But its better than staying here and sleeping in this Manufactoring Hole.

I Slowly stand up and Feel my Legs Starting to cramp, but that’s no problem, and it happens often. Thats why when i was on the run after It Happened, I start to bend my knees slightly and concentrate on my legs, I have made myself a little taller in my sleep 'Maybe out of instinct', well, it doesn't matter.

I can see and feel my legs getting shorter 'it really helps with the pain' but I shouldnt use my ability 'if you can even call it that' that often.

Because at that moment I immediately feel dizziness and can quickly protect myself from falling by leaning on an old machine.'damn it already?'

I should set off slowly now because it will take me at least a couple of hours to get to the Gamestation, and from then on, Ill walk on the Train tracks. Because I know there's a Toy rummaging around and if she sees me, 'that'll be it'.

No, I need to get into walking.

Next stop: The Gamestation

#mahito #poppy playtime #poppy playtime 3 #dogday #catnap #smilling critters #bubba bubbaphant #hoppy hopscotch #tw death #absolute insanity #memory loss #angst #human experimentation #bobby bearhug #kickinchicken #craftycorn #picky piggy

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4kominato · 2 years ago

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A/N: OMG SORRY I TOOK SO LOOOONG TT-TT .. i hope you enjoy this! i tried my best to create a plot that included quality fluff AND smut (youre also my first daiya request ever on this blog so i feel totally sh*tty that im so late erghshshd) also, sorry if the aftercare is too realistic that its not cute anymore :') ~kuri

@cxffeeshxts Request: May I request fluff/smut scenario of kawakami norifumi :0 If so, thank you very much!

Pairing: Kawakami Norifumi x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut (M) - SEXUAL CONTENT

Word Count: 2.1 K

It's a beautiful day out. The winter air is dry and cold, but the bright sun in the sky and thin layer of clouds helped to comfortably balance out the potentially frigid weather. Despite being home for the first time after a long semester of university in America, you told your parents you would be seeing Nori first, since you didn’t get to spend a whole lot of time with him in the summer before you left, due to Seido’s advancement to the summer tournament.

Nori is your boyfriend of three years, the two of you having met in junior high when you were a third year and he was a second year. Despite his shyness and insecurity, he was always so sweet and caring toward you, and the more you talked, it felt like you guys just… clicked, so it came as no surprise when you found yourself falling head over heels for him. Knowing he probably wouldn’t make the first move and that you couldn’t let someone like him just slip away, you asked him to be your boyfriend at your junior high graduation so that you guys could make things official before you went off to high school. You refused to tell him which high school you would be attending because you wanted him to choose for himself where he wanted to go, but somehow fate brought the two of you back together, Nori having picked Seido to join their prestigious baseball team.

With Nori being on the first string, you got to know some of the others in his grade as well, and you’d gotten them on board with helping you surprise Nori at the dorms. After catching the train to your house to drop off your luggage, you walk to the school to meet Kuramochi at the entrance so he can lead you to the retired third year dorms, where Shirasu is keeping Nori occupied until your arrival.

“Do you think Nori will follow you to university in America too?” Kuramochi jokes, as the two of you walk down the hall toward Nori’s room.

“I’m not sure. He hasn’t really mentioned it much to be honest,” you start, taking a moment to think before continuing. “I think I’m not as reluctant to the idea of him going to the same university though, because doing long distance from a different country was pretty tough with the time differences and all.”

“Yeah, and you guys can’t get all lovey dovey,” he snickers.

“I mean yeah… that too.”

You’re about to keep walking when Kuramochi stops in front of one of the doors and whips his index finger up over his lips, gesturing for you to be quiet. Then he proceeds to knock on the door.

A soft, “Come in,” sounds from the other side of the door, cueing Kuramochi to open the door.

“What’s up?” Nori asks curiously as Kuramochi enters the small room, simply standing right in front of the doorway.

“I have a surprise for you,” he replies before turning towards you and gesturing for you to come in. You can’t wipe the dumb grin off your face when you walk up to the doorway and see Nori’s face light up.

“Oh my god!” he exclaims, sitting up from his bed and running up to you, “What are you doing here?!”

“Surprising you, obviously,” you laugh as he lifts you up in his arms and spins you around.

“I missed you so much.”

“But I missed you more–”

“Aaand we’re leaving now,” Kuramochi interrupts and heads toward the door with Shirasu following suit. “Use protection! Hyaha!”

“And don’t forget to lock the door,” Shirasu adds, and with that they exit the room, shutting the door behind them. Finally alone, the sexual tension between the two of you multiplies tenfold. It’d been nearly half a year since the two of you had gotten to be intimate with each other, so even just the initial hug you shared upon your arrival had your gut churning with desire.

“So…” you draw out suggestively, simultaneously taking Shirasu’s advice and locking the door.

“So…” he responds in a similar fashion, the two of you obviously having the same thing in mind despite both of your reluctance to say it. Instead, you walk up to Nori, reaching for his hands as you press your forehead to his, then your nose, and finally your lips, at which point he resorts to slipping his hands around your waist.

The feeling of him growing hard against your thigh sends heat rushing downward, and in no time, you can feel your arousal drenching your panties. Nori’s hand moves up to your neck, pushing your hair out of the way to place his lips there and gently trail kisses along its length and down to your collarbone.

“May I?” Nori nearly whispers, tugging at the hem of your top.

“Of course,” you reply with a smirk before assisting him in removing the garment. You can see his hungry eyes dilate at the sight of your lace adorned breasts, and just as he reaches up to cup them, you decide to throw him a reverse uno card, cupping the bulge in his pants and gently massaging it before he gets the chance to do anything to you.

He gasps in half surprise, half pleasure as you continue to palm him over his sweats, his hands faltering on your breasts at the feeling. You take the opportunity to capture his lips once more, and slowly guide him to the bed where you proceed to straddle him.

“I want you so bad already,” you whine, rolling your hips on his now fully hard member, eagerly seeking any friction you could get against your aching clit. “I’m soaking.”

“God, you’re so hot,” he moans breathily, his eyes fluttering shut as you continue to grind against his needy cock. “I want you too… but it's been a while. Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“I’ll be fine. I need you,” you demand as you rip off your bottoms and fling them aside. “Don’t finish too quickly, okay?” you tease as you pull down the waistband of his sweats and briefs in one go to free his throbbing erection.

“Wait–” he barely manages to say before you take him, “Use a condom.”

“Nori…” you whine. Normally it wouldn’t have bothered you, but with how deprived you’d been the past four months, your patience is running extremely thin.

“Especially since it’s been so long I might not be able to pull out in time. I don’t wanna take any chances.”

“Ugh, fine…” you give in with a frustrated groan, but he did bring up a valid point, so you couldn’t really argue further. You return to the bed after fetching one of the foil packages from his dresser and tearing it open. Climbing back on top of him, you quickly pinch the tip of the thin rubber disk and roll it down his firm length, eliciting a soft moan from him that further tested your patience. “Are you ready now?” you ask almost aggressively as you position him to your entrance.

“Ye–” he barely starts to say, but before he can finish, you lower yourself onto him, easing him into your wetness and completely interrupting his train of thought. “Oh, god–” he groans, throwing his head back at the feeling of your wet walls encompassing his girth.

“Ah, Nori, you feel even better than I remembered,” you sigh in relief at the feeling of finally having him inside of you. As much as you would’ve loved to draw it out and take your time with him like you normally do, you don’t have the self control to do so this time; for the duration of your three year relationship with him, this is the longest you’d ever been abstinent and obviously, it’s taking a huge toll on you.

Placing your palms flush against his chest, you stabilize yourself enough to rhythmically drive your hips up and down, riding him to your heart’s content. The way he fills you up so perfectly gives you unfathomable gratification, his thickness rubbing up against your tender walls while his length hits just the right spot deep in your core. You don’t remember it feeling this amazing, but maybe the waiting and anticipation that had built up over the past few months was enough to amplify the blissful sensation tenfold.

“Nori, I’m already close,” you pant, forcing yourself to maintain your rigorous pace despite the rapidly escalating tension accumulating in your lower half.

“So am I,” he barely manages to say.

“Fuck…” you whine under your breath as you abruptly accelerate your movements in an eager attempt to chase your high, albeit extremely sporadically.

“Baby, I–” Nori moans through labored breaths, his grip on your hips substantially tightening as he finally succumbs to euphoria, his eyes rolling back whilst his manhood pulsates within you. Wanting nothing more than to reach ecstasy together with him, you begin bouncing on top of him even more erratically, feral almost, until his swollen head is kissing the lip of your cervix, expediting the tingly feeling accumulating in your gut.

After what feels like hours of edging, you’re finally enraptured, sheer pleasure erupting from the heat between your legs and radiating throughout the entirety of your body. You’d been doing a remarkable job keeping the sounds to a minimum… that is until the breathtaking feeling of climax sends you over the edge enough to force a cry out of you. You’re sure whoever is in the room next door can hear you loud and clear, but there's no way you could’ve prevented it.

As you slowly come down from your high, your shaky arms give out and you collapse forward onto Nori’s chest completely winded.

“God, that was so good…” you mumble weakly. “Sorry I got loud at the end though. Your neighbors probably heard me.”

“It’s fine,” he answers breathily, combing his fingers through your hair, “After Christmas, I only have one more term with them anyways.”

“Mm,” you hum, unable to answer in words with how weary you’d become.

“Before you fall asleep, let me clean up,” Nori requests, gently rolling you off of him to get off the bed, “And you should pee first.”

“You’re too responsible, Nori,” you grumble with your face buried into his pillow.

“It’s for your health.”

“Mrgh…”

With your eyes still closed, you hear some shuffling and some tissues being pulled before the bed sinks next to you, followed by the feeling of fingers brushing your hair out of your face.

“C’mon, babe, get up. I’ll take you to the restroom and then you can sleep. Won’t it be worse if you end up getting a UTI?”

“Yeah, I know…” you groan, finally sitting up and wrapping your arms around his waist. With a soft smile, he returns your embrace and leans in to place a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too.”

He only allows a moment more of sitting in silence before he fills the void again. “Okay, now get dressed before you actually fall asleep,” he demands as he retrieves your clothing from the floor.

“Mrgh,” you respond groggily, still reluctant to get out of bed, but regardless, you do as he says. After he shows you to the restroom, he walks you back to his room and tucks you comfortably into his bed.

“You must be tired and hungry from the long flight, huh?” he asks as he kneels at the bedside.

“Mhm,” you mumble, starting to succumb to slumber with how comfortable you are in Nori’s bed, intoxicated by his sweet scent that you missed so much while you were away.

“Well, I’m gonna go meet Miyuki to get some pitching practice in this evening and then I’ll bring you back some food from the cafeteria for when you wake up, okay?” he speaks gently, and though your eyes are closed and you can’t see him, you can feel his loving gaze upon you.

“Mm,” you mumble once more, softer this time but still loud enough that Nori knows you’ve acknowledged his statement.

“Alright,” he responds as he leans in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “Sleep tight. I love you so much. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

Though you can’t bring yourself to answer in your now very somnolent state, hearing his words fill you with warmth, receiving the affection you’d been deprived of this past semester. You couldn’t have asked for a better welcome home than spending time with the love of your life, and even though he isn’t with you right now, you know he’ll be back soon to share more memories with throughout the remainder of the holiday season.

#submission #cxffeeshxts #kuri's writing #request #daiya no ace #daiya no ace fanfic #kawakami norifumi #kawakami norifumi fanfic #daiya no ace nori fanfic #daiya no ace kawakami #daiya no ace nori #kawakami x reader #nori x reader #ace of diamond fanfic #ace of diamond #ace of diamond kawakami #ace of diamond nori

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blissfullybloomed · 7 months ago

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Yeah, it's been a while, but today felt like the right day to write again. I missed it.

So let's get all the updates out of the way since my last post(Dec 2023). Oh man…it's a lot.

I spent New Years with my boyfriend(yeah we're still a thing), and his best friend. Had to go home early though…cause like…im old, and we work in the mornings.

February I picked up a few extra gig jobs to pay off school. I delivered for Instacart, Spark, Shipt, and Amazon Flex. While working two other jobs. I had to pay it off and I was tired of waiting for money to just appear….cause that's totally not a thing.

March was my man's birthday! The first one I got to spend with him. Gifts that I got him don't matter…like i'm not gonna sit here and list them off…just his face was all i needed. That look of just you didn't have to do that..but he was glad I did.

I started therapy to heal from a relationship with a family member that I actually never really understood until very recently. I'm learning that , in the words of Taylor Swift, “Hi, it's me , I'm the problem”- I know that now. I know a lot now actually.

Started reading a book that has helped immensely with my healing as well. I won't mention the title in this blog as it's specific to one person in my life…but I will say this: No one is perfect, no matter the title they hold in your life. Additionally titles don't mean shit. We're all human and that's the only title I care about…unless you're an alien…then like, can we be friends.

The Medical Board of Ohio gave me my massage license, and I have signed a lease for my own business and actually have two clients ( sister and friend.) Yeah…Blissfully Bloomed is actually a real , tangible thing now.

I moved in with my boyfriend. Yup, the WHOLE sentence! It's been about 3 weeks , and let's just say we are slowly adjusting to the new. The animals are a little testy, but we love them all.Spray bottles are in every room now. LOL! He has been incredible throughout the entire process. I even know how to plug my tire now. He is patient, and kind. Even on days…i don't want to be human…he is still right there. I will tell you this- I never knew love could feel this deep…this solid…this safe. He truly is the person I was supposed to find. Someone in my life once told me a long time ago, “he has brought back what the locust stole”- When it was told to me the first time it didn't make sense, and in hindsight…I know why it didn't make sense. Now…I understand the phrase…I understand what a healthy and honest relationship looks like. I understand that MEN operate completely differently when they too feel safe and understood. I love you like crazy baby.

I started a solid vitamin regimen…and boy oh boy has it helped immensely. My anxiety only peaks during stress, and unknown areas of my life now. It's not at the forefront anymore. Vitamins, therapy, massage, counseling, coloring, legoing, and being surrounded by motivated individuals who only want to better themselves have been the key to my success. Sure I have days just like everyone else where I just don't wanna. But as my boyfriend says”it's allowed, just have to find a balance”- So i'm working on it…BUT vitamins are so good!

So I think that covers it for the updates…Lets chat about whats to come!

Moving through all of the above has required high energy and focus to obtain a goal. The focus was definitely fueled by my sister jessica. My sister was the entire inspiration to become a Massage Therapist. What's crazy…I had a client last week…she was a nurse at Nationwide in the pediatric unit….I think she would have worked with Jess at some point, and she was on MY table. Small world sometimes ya know.

Massage gave me my heart back and I've said that since school…you can't be heartless and be a massage therapist. It's impossible. We comfort through the power of touch. We calm anxiety, recirculate blood to all the necessary parts of your body, we hold space for others to relax. Coming from someone that was very very selfish in her past life…to be able to have people on my table is a gift I will always attribute to my sister Jess. Man do I miss her. What I wouldn't give to wheel her into my massage studio and give her some relaxation for a brief moment. She showed me native american flute music too. I love ya sis. We all do. You can come visit me anytime anywhere. I love you.

Okay well, on that note…I'm crying. So I think it's a good time to get ready for the day. I have three clients. One of which lost their mother last week. Like I said, massage is so powerful. It truly brings joy and I am able to give joy to others now. What an absolute gift.

Thanks for listening to my ted talk- see ya on the flippity flip!

#growth #love

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drangercore · 2 years ago

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Love and Other Historical Accidents by @pacific-rimbaud

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy never intended to blow up their life's work, but that's rather what they've gone and done. Now they're trapped 200 years in the past, with a broken Time Turner, a missing snuff box, a handful of overly-eligible daughters, and a House-elf in a cable knit cardigan. It will require the combined power of their keen intellects to get them home, if they'd stop arguing long enough to use them. As it turns out, history is just one damned accident after another.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Relationship: Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy

Art by @gingerhuneybee, @jjuuppiter, @jaxxartbox, & yours truly

My first fanbind!

L&OHA is an impeccable story and is so very dear to me. This was the fic that made me go “I want that on my shelf!”, so here we are.

keep reading for more binding info and to see my gushing on the fic.

QUICK SPECS

153,854 words | 571 pages | 5″ x 8.5″

Binding Method: 3 Piece In Boards Bradel Body Font: Adobe Caslon Pro Decorative Font: IM Fell English

I am very proud of this book, having accomplished many firsts with it. My first book that I rounded and backed, sewed double-core endbands on, painted the edges, and used toner reactive foil and HTV on!

ON THE STORY

Sighs. What more can I say? It’s simply brilliant. A unique multifaceted story with incredible dynamics, clever foreshadowing, great character studies of Draco and Hermione, and such beloved original characters. It’s comedic and refreshing but it also takes on grief and goodbyes, and heartbreak. It’s fucking romantic and also So nuanced. I dislike stories that spoon-feed every little thing about the character, so the parlor tricks on this one? Ate every crumb of it. It was filled with implications and was misleading in the best sense. You’ve got to be an astute reader to catch some things the first round (which I definitely wasn’t).

While it doesn’t entirely shy away from typical lovey-dovies, the regard for mundanity and the inconsequential, I just find more inherently romantic. The exploration on time travel and the vivid prose further underscores the depth of PR’s talent. She captures so eloquently, the mind of an extremely logical person in a very illogical experience. I saw myself in Hermione so many times. The story demands to be read again and revels upon doing so. Pacific Rimbaud is such an incredible writer *sobs* all her works are simply a masterpiece.

That said, this beautiful story deserves to be turned into a physical book.

DESIGN PLAN (or lack thereof)

This is my first fanfic project and my third book overall which I must say was quite a leap considering my very little binding experience. I think the demon small niggling part at the back of my head got the best of me and positively thought she could make a relatively fastidious book despite the lack of skill. BUT nothing can stop me when I am overly enthusiastic about something, thus began my 2 month research, soaking up every gobbet of binding info in reach. As far as my book binding journey goes, gathering supplies was the hardest part lol. Bookbinding is not a common hobby in the Philippines so it was tedious to to look for materials and/or to settle on alternatives.

I credit 70% of the 4 month stretch of this project to my indecision. The novelty and sheer excitement with a new hobby, I think, divested me to properly conceptualize heh. I redid my typeset 1 billion times because I kept switching softwares: Word→ Pages→ InDesign. I probably have 8 versions of the typeset that will never see the light of day. Anyway, I did finally get the stuff done. Here’s my little design dump:

Nothing symbolic about the design really. I just worked around elements I thought were appropriate with the regency era and time traveling aspect: vines/ flowers and the time turner. I tried to reflect PR’s elegant writing in the book so hopefully I did it some justice. I added my fave works for this fic too and even drew fanart myself. Arts 1 through 3 are by yours truly, fourth art is by jaxx in a box.

BINDING

I watched DAS bookbinding religiously during my research phase and I knew then that I wanted to someday follow his in-boards 3-piece bradel tutorial, but it wasn’t supposed to be so early on in my binding journey. One look at this book however threw me off course. It was incredibly ambitious of me, so I guess I deserved all the stress I endured in the process. I was supposed to trim the edges in between glueing the spine and rounding/backing, but I only had my poorly sharpened Php145 wood chisel to finish the task. That and nursing the finger my chisel wounded took enough time for the glue to dry, so I was fiddling with a stiff textblock the entire time after. I learnt along the way that a blow dryer and bone folder would be my best friends (and plenty of patience). I’d also like to apologize to my neighbors if they heard any hammering at 1am. 😳

The covers were... finicky. For some reason, midway, I decided to make either covers differently, and all to the good because the one made following DAS’ tutorial ended up slightly warping. DAS’ was made with two 1.25mm boards glued together, while my experimental one was with a single 2.5mm board of which I peeled layers off of to reduce its thickness in half as needed. (see pictures below for reference)

A lot of how the book looks like now is either born out of impulse or a desperate remedy. The book in turn is very gold. Chapter headers were impulsively foiled with gold laser reactive foil (so much for illustrating the headers only to cover them up haha *eye twitches*).

I accidentally stained the edges while smoothing with black sandpaper so I covered the mess with an admix of Sakura acrylic paint in black and Liquitex acrylic ink in iridescent gold (Paint order: 1 layer gold- 2 thin layers black- 3 layers gold).

I am very proud of my sewn endbands as this was my very first attempt at doing a double-core. I used DMC cotton threads in cream (712) and gold (E3821). Below is a close-up because why not. (as you can see, I had some flaking on the paint, luckily this was on the bottom edge so I fixed the issue on the more visible sides.)

I don’t like the bookcloth selection where I’m from (if there’s anything at all) so I made my own with pastel blue eco-ramie cloth, flour paste, and 80gsm paper. I ordered my fabric online and the shade was too icing-like. It looked tacky so I bleached to lighten. The white cloth also came from the same fabric which I bleached till it paled to white.

Titling was one of my biggest worries because majority of binders I saw were using a cricut to cut HTV. I almost entertained the idea of cutting it manually or even painting or embroidery, but to my luck, I found a local shop that offers vinyl ! cutting !! service !!! I sent them my design and they cut and weeded the vinyl for me. I chose white for the title and metallic gold for the vine detail. I messed up applying the word “historical” though, but let’s pretend i did it on purpose for the vintage feel.

Four months of faffing later, I have this story in corporeal form! Overall, I’m overjoyed with the outcome and I’d like to thank PR for the opportunity to have such a wonderful story on my shelf (and free to be read by anyone!)

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!

#love and other historical accidents #laoha #l&oha #pacificrimbaud #dhr #dhr fanfiction #fanbinding #bookbinding #dramione #my books #dramione fanart #fanfiction #fanfictionbookbinding #fanficbookbinding #fanficbinding #bookbinder #harry potter fanfiction #sting and snout bindery #buzzing books

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luveline · 2 years ago

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hi!! im pretty sure your requests are open, but if they’re not feel free to ignore this. i keep thinking about holding steve’s hand or like holding onto his bicep. especially in public and with a shy reader. i just want a steve and i want him to hold my hand when im feeling anxious

thank you for ur request! ♡ shy!gn!reader | 1k words

Steve can see you hesitating from the corner of his eye. The lunch club (minus its Californian counterparts) have all somehow managed to fit inside the 733i, survive the journey up to Indianapolis city centre, and now meander through a mall that feels bigger than Hawkins' in its entirety.

Robin and Max are talking about something Steve is too 'boy' to understand, apparently, and you're getting your ear talked off by Eddie and Dustin, though their nerd explosion seems pretty self contained. You're more of a bystander than an active part of the conversation.

And Steve knows it isn't their fault that you're anxious. It's just how you get sometimes, especially in places like this: it's loud, it's busy, people rush past and don't stop.

He holds his hand out across the way. You smile at him shyly and move from Eddie's left, almost stepping on Dustin's rubber toes as you cross the walkway and take Steve's hand.

Your hand is cold. He gives your fingers a good squeeze and pulls you close, your elbows brushing with every step forward.

"Look, there it is!" Dustin says excitedly.

Steve looks forward and finds a bad dream in front of him – a nerd store. Dork paraphernalia lines the windows, merchandise and action figures, posters boasting comic books and the newest sci-fi novels.

"Oh my god," he groans, tipping his head back just slightly. The ceiling is out of reach, big glass skylights that showcase the blue sky outside. "I can't believe we're gonna waste one of the hottest days of the year here."

Your fingers jump in his. He pulls his gaze back to you and is less than pleased with what he finds. You're tense, your back a stiff board, your shoulders rising slowly towards your ears and your eyes glued to the floor.

"Don't be a jock," Max says.

"Let's not stereotype our dear Stevie," Eddie says, his voice so smooth he knows what's coming before it happens, "he's not a jock. You have to actually play a sport to be a jock. Steve's more like, a washout." He says 'washout' with feigned perplexion.

Steve knows he's only joking – Eddie's funny, and despite any better judgement Steve really likes him these days. It's the perfect invitation for some bantering back and forth. He can feel something scathing on the tip of his tongue and Eddie looks excited to hear it, but you make this really small sound that stops Steve dead. A ragged inhale.

He smiles at Eddie and the metalhead looks surprised and then understanding, him and Robin ushering the kids inside the store.

You're in your own head enough not to notice their departure.

Steve walks past the store slowly, squeezing your hand in time to a song he can't hear. "Babe, are you hungry? I saw a pretzel stand somewhere on the map."

You blink and look up at him. You finally notice that you're alone and turn in a half circle, your joined hands tugging against your chest as you do. "Where did everyone go?"

"That weird nerd haven. I'm selfish so I thought we'd give it a miss. Do you care?" he asks lightly.

Your smile is chest-aching in its softness. "No. And yeah, uh… I'm hungry if you are."

He takes his hand from yours and draws close, head inclined to yours as he takes your warm cheek into his palm. "Thanks, baby. You're the best."

Your expression slackens. Steve loves to get you like this, loves to melt you to the bone with small, soft touches and pet names that you clearly adore even when you scold him like you do.

"Stop," you whisper. You're smiling so much it barely sounds like a word, more a fond sound, the 'o' completely disappearing.

"Sorry," he says. He moves his hand to kiss your cheek where it had been and then taps your shoulder lightly. "It's this way."

Your hand tucks itself between his torso and his arm, fingers curling around his bicep. Steve worries he might blush at your careful touch, feeling shy himself for once as he walks you both through the crowd to join the line for pretzels.

"You okay?" he murmurs to you.

You step closer until the side of your converse touches his. "It's… yeah, I'm okay."

"No, tell me. Honestly," he says, gentle but pleading.

Your hand tightens incrementally around his skin. He covers your fingertips peeking out with his hand and leans down, waiting. Your head drops into his arm.

"I'm really okay, it's only…" Your voice lightens a little. "My heart's, like, racing."

He isn't happy to hear that. "God, I'm sorry. I'll try to stop being so handsome," he jokes in efforts to get you to smile.

It works. You laugh, bringing your other hand to his arm as you say, "It would be a big help."

And to hear you joking around is always something he can't handle, it makes him weirdly, stupidly happy.

He laughs a riot and you come apart, drifting away from each other to giggle. Your hand stays firmly wedged in that place between his arm and his chest, but your grip relaxes.

"Just- you know. Let me know if you need to find somewhere quiet, okay?" he asks.

"I will. Thanks, Stevie." You say it like you're embarrassed, your eyes to the floor again. He wrinkles his nose.

"You're welcome. If you wanna find somewhere secluded for other reasons, I wouldn't be opposed to that either. For your information only, of course."

"Other reasons," you repeat wryly, giving him a knowing look from under your lashes.

He winks at you. It's not a good wink. You giggle and a lot of the stiffness you'd held before falls away. Not all of it, but Steve thinks it's a pretty good start.

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things

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sungbeam · 2 years ago

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𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

nonidol!kim mingyu x fem!reader

3.1k words, mingyu is convinced that he is forever stuck with unrequited love when it comes to you, cursing, pining, angst, fluff, it's literally SO cheesy at the end im sorry T_T

a/n: omg @ethereal-engene i did it skxnsoxo tbh not exactly what i had envisioned but 🤧

"I am going insane!"

Minghao and Seokmin watched as Kim Mingyu buried his face in his hands, dark hair a mess from the hundred or so times he had yanked at the strands. He sat across his fellow 97s, the name of the group that the three of them, plus you, made up. Except, you were missing, and probably for the best.

Mingyu grumbled, "I don't see what I'm doing wrong."

A waiter came by and set down servings of takoyaki and edamame, both of which cost too much to really just be appetizers. Minghao had nearly cringed—no, actually, he did cringe (right in front of the waiter)—at the prices. What was the point of coming to Vegas? To spend money, apparently. Just not on the floor of a casino, but in the booth of a four-dollar sign Japanese restaurant on the top floor of the Cosmopolitan.

"You're not doing anything wrong," Seokmin assured him with a small wince as Mingyu pouted so deeply at the table, he swore the table was about to apologize for being an inanimate object. Seokmin delicately plucked a pod of edamame from the porcelain bowl with his chopsticks, bringing it to his lips to take a small bite.

Mingyu, however, went straight for a ball of fried squid and shoved the entire thing into his mouth. Minghao froze in concern and surprise, his chopsticks stopped midair. Okay, so maybe this was getting a little out of hand.

The issue was you. Well, you were not necessarily the issue, per se. It was your total lack of response and your obliviousness to Mingyu's attempted advancements. It was your closeness to Minghao and Seokmin, but not to Mingyu. It was Mingyu posting a thirst trap about half an hour ago and getting nothing but a like from you.

He was very choked up about it, if one could not tell. He had forced Minghao to fill his camera roll with pictures of Mingyu seated in a dark, fitted button up, while subtly flexing his triceps (because he remembered that once you had commented about sculpted arms being really hot). He had actually been satisfied with the output, too.

Until he opened the notification from Instagram that said that you only liked the post. No comment whatsoever.

"Listen… buddy." Minghao placed his hand over Mingyu's when he reached for another piece of takoyaki. Both of his cheeks were stuffed with fried squid and distress. "Chill, okay? She likes all of our stuff. Doesn't mean she doesn't like you."

Mingyu swallowed his food. "That's where you're wrong," he stated with a matter-of-fact tone and complimentary finger raised. "See, she actually comments on your guys' posts." He took out his phone now, scrolling through Instagram to find pieces of evidence to back up his claim.

(Minghao and Seokmin traded nervous glances. This man was really about to pull out the whole conspiracy board to "prove" that you had something against him and he would be stuck with unrequited love for the rest of his life.)

"You really don't—"

"Au contraire." Mingyu began going through both Minghao and Seokmin's individual Instagram accounts to point out your comments on their posts. From the stupid, memeable moments to the Thirst Traps™, you could always be found in the comments. Seokmin even had some of your comments pinned. Y'know, just to make it so much more obvious.

Okay, so perhaps it was reasonable to see why Mingyu might have thought you hated him.

"Maybe you just make her speechless," Seokmin suggested with a small shrug of his shoulders.

"But not even an emoji? A keyboard smash? Anything?"

Minghao's light blue tinted glasses slipped down the slope of his nose so he peered over them at his friend. "You don't comment on her things either."

"T-that's because she doesn't!" Mingyu stammered. "I used to—you know I used to!"

Seokmin added, "He still gives a little keyboard smash and heart-eyed emoji every once in a while."

Mingyu gestured to Seokmin, eyes wide in gratitude. "See?"

Minghao sighed. If only they'd seen yours and his private messages. Mingyu wouldn't be complaining about emojis and keyboard smashes then. You had practically combusted over text when you'd seen Mingyu's most recent post. The only reason why it hadn't been over FaceTime like every other time was because Minghao was currently with Mingyu, and even Minghao felt bad about exposing you. (You were just that embarrassing.)

But at this rate, both of you were going to end up hurting each other if he didn't step in.

"Well," Hao said, "we're gonna go pick her up from the airport tomorrow, so why don't you confront her about it then, hm?" Tch, like that was going to happen.

Seokmin piped up, "Oh yeah! And there's that benefit gala tomorrow night! You should get her to dance with you or something." Ha, like that would happen either.

Mingyu pursed his lips, slumping against the booth. "I don't know, guys. We'll just see."

Minghao and Seokmin looked at each other. Tomorrow was going to be rough if they didn't do something.

It was a disgusting eight in the morning when your plane touched down in the Las Vegas airport. The three 97s stood in the main terminal, where baggage claim was, waiting for you. Minghao looked close enough to dropping dead, a pair of dark shades covering the purple bags beneath his eyes and a big bucket hat over his nest of hair. Seokmin, as per usual, was quite alive, having inhaled a cup of coffee with two shots of espresso. And then there was Mingyu, anxiously awaiting your arrival while his foot tapped against the linoleum like Thumper.

You would arrive on that escalator in less than five minutes, according to your text to the group chat. Mingyu stared laser beams at the twin escalators, until he watched you roll up to the top with your dark blue carry-on suitcase.

Oh, good god.

If Mingyu could direct a movie, he would do it just like how you looked now. Your hair hung slightly frazzled from the flight, your body fitted in a simple T-shirt and shorts to accommodate Vegas's warm weather. You also wore a black crossbody bag, and to his utter delight, the cute puppy plush keychain he got you five months ago hung from the zipper. With a graceful flourish, you brushed the hair from your eyes—

"Oh my god, he looks straight out of a cartoon." Seokmin's eyes glittered in teasing as he nudged Mingyu with his elbow.

Minghao lifted a hand in lazy greeting, a small smirk coming to his lips. "Hey Yn."

You had landed at the foot of the escalator, and you grinned, racing toward the three of them with your suitcase dragging behind you. "Hi!"

You crashed into Seokmin first, ditching your suitcase and letting it roll where it may. The two of you bursted into a fit of giggles, Seokmin holding you tight and spinning you around. "I can't believe you're finally here!" Seokmin exclaimed with barely concealed excitement.

"Me too," you said once he set you down. "I thought the flight was gonna be late, but it all worked out." You spotted Minghao, turning your attention to him. "Hey, Hao."

"Hey," he said once more, bringing you close in a side hug.

Mingyu had grabbed your suitcase while Seokmin was hugging you. His heart thundered in his ears, unable to fully meet your eyes or bring himself to greet you like Seokmin had, even if he wanted to. "Hi, Ynie."

"Hi Gyu," you smiled. "Oh, you don't have to get my suitcase—"

"No, no!" He said quickly. "It's okay; I got it." The two of you smiled at each other, bashfully really, in the only form of communication both of you could manage to produce when it came to the other.

Minghao bumped his head against Seokmin's shoulder. "Lord, save me."

Seokmin chuckled, patting his head. He swept you away with an arm around your shoulder. "Come on, Ynie! We got you a Ferrari to escort you to the hotel!"

"A Ferrari—!?"

Mingyu exhaled, staring after you with an ill concealed pout. Minghao sighed—shook his head. "Well, come on now. I don't think you want to be stuck in the backseat again."

There would always be things that you were scared of. One of those things just happened to be the massive charity gala beginning downstairs in one of the big ass conference rooms at the Bellagio. It was named Monet 1 or something... or 2. You couldn't really remember; maybe you'd text Minghao and ask.

The boys—your big group of friends (there was a healthy thirteen of them)—had invited you to suffer at this gala with them. To entice you, they had offered to fly you out and put you up in a luxury suite at the Bellagio, one of the most recognizable resorts on the Las Vegas Strip. Obviously, you couldn't resist.

Really, you couldn't. You'd been meaning to find an excuse to take a break from work. (And to see your best friends, of course.)

You stared at yourself—critiqued yourself, really—in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom. You had chosen to bring along a simple, black satin dress with a slit up your right leg and a cowl neckline. It was going to be super plain compared to the others at the gala, but you liked it. At least, you thought you liked it.

There came a rapping at the door, and you hiked up the hem of the dress so you could scurry to the door. You opened it at the sight of Seokmin on the other side of it. "Hey," you said, letting him in.

Seokmin wore a dark blue suit, his hair swept back nice and neat. His eyes glimmered in delight as he stepped into your room. "You look nice."

"Oh, thanks. You too." You shuffled back into your room, while Seokmin collapsed onto the couch with a breathy exhale.

"You're nervous, aren't you?" He sang with a teasing tone. "Why're you nervous, Ynie?"

You frowned at yourself in the bathroom mirror, pulling a comb through your curls to loosen up the tight ringlets. "Rich people," was all you said. Once satisfied, you fitted your earlobes with a pair of white gold and diamond hoop earrings, along with a slim silver watch. You slipped on one, two sterling silver rings, one topped with a small garnet stone and another tied in a knot.

"Doki, should I wear a necklace?" You called to him.

"Yeah, sure! Wear that red swarovski crystal one!"

You furrowed your brows as you searched through the small jewelry box you had brought with you. "The one, uh, Mingyu got me two years ago?"

A beat of silence. "How do you just remember that off the top of your head?"

Your cheeks colored in the mirror and you fished the scarlet red teardrop necklace from the box. "Dunno." You remembered because, well, how could you forget?

The necklace shimmered in the bathroom lights as the gemstone tested against your chest. It was simple, but classy. You tried a smile in the mirror, shifting your hair, fixing your posture… it would have to do. You were already late as it was.

With a sigh, you hurried out of the bathroom and picked up your purse, dumping things that you needed into it. "Okay, I'm ready!" You exclaimed as you strode into the living room, purse and shoes in hand.

Seokmin twisted around on the couch, a low whistle falling from his lips. He grinned. "Aw, you clean up so nice, Ynie. You look good."

You smiled, a small one, but a smile nonetheless. "Thank you," you said. You really meant it; you really needed it.

He stood up and helped you into your shoes, then the two of you walked arm in arm out the door.

"Oh, actually, Hao wanted the 97s to meet at the rooftop before we all went to the gala together. Something about pictures," Seokmin said flippantly with a flick of his wrist. The two of you stopped at the elevator together and he jammed the up button.

That's a good idea, you thought to yourself. And very Minghao of him.

But when you had walked into the elevator carriage, Seokmin suddenly slammed his hand on the top floor button and slipped out of the elevator.

You gaped at him through the closing doors. "Wait! Dokyeom?"

He beamed, lifting his right hand up in salute. "Sorry, forgot my phone in my room!"

Your eyes spotted the phone in his left hand just as the elevator doors closed shut and sent you all the way up to the top floor. What the hell? You cocked your head to the side in thought. Weird. Why did Seokmin need to stay back if he clearly had his phone with him?

It would be fine. You'd meet him up on the roof then.

The doors of the elevator slowly slid open, revealing to you the gorgeous skyline of the Strip at night. Lights from the surrounding hotels and establishments glowed rainbow in your eyes and the Bellagio fountain laid dormant for the time being. The show would erupt at the top of the hour.

You shivered, rubbing your hands over your arms as you stepped out onto the rooftop and made your way to the edge. People milled about below you like little ants, all of whom came from different places around the world, brought together by this city.

"Yn?"

You lifted your head up in surprise and watched Mingyu walk toward you from around one of the domed roofs. His eyes were wide as they trailed down your figure, stopping at the necklace seated on your sternum and gulping.

And you? Well, you couldn't stop staring either. Mingyu was fitted in a crisp, black suit, tailored perfectly to his broad form. The dim lighting cast a shadow over the hard, sculpted planes of his face, like one of those marble statues in Greece. He just looked so… there were no words to describe how beautiful this man was to you. And that beauty was intimidating sometimes.

Because who could ever be worthy enough for him? Certainly not you, right?

He licked his lips, coming closer. "So, uh, I'm guessing Seokmin sent you up?"

You nodded. Boom, boom, boom. Was that your heart beat or some club nearby? "Yup. Hao?"

He bobbed his head with a tight smile. "Yeah."

You reached up and fiddled with the necklace. "I don't think they're coming."

"Yeah, I don't think so either."

The two of you turned to the view, your hands bracing against the marble railing. It was thick enough where you didn't think you could just fall, but it was still a long way down.

You could feel the warmth radiating from Mingyu's body, could predict the tension in his shoulders, because you were just as tense. Why were you even up here? What were they trying to make the both of you do?

(You know, Yn. You know so damn well.)

"Can I ask you something?" You asked, voice small.

Mingyu nodded, gesturing for you to go on. "Of course."

You swallowed. "Are you ever afraid of falling?" You asked, eyes flickering from the drop to Mingyu.

He shrugged his shoulders, gesturing to the railing. "Like, off this building? Yeah, sure—"

"No, I mean…" you shook your head, laughing at the ridiculousness of your thoughts. "This is gonna sound stupid."

"It's not stupid," Mingyu refuted, but you could see the sincerity in his expression. "You're never stupid, Yn."

You were going to either Hail Mary it off this roof or dive headfirst into those dark irises of his. You sucked in a breath, "Okay uhm, are you ever… afraid of falling in love?"

You didn't expect him to reply so quickly.

"Not when it's you."

Wait. "What?"

Mingyu raked a hand through his hair, mouth pursed. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, trying to scramble for the right words while you stood there, eyes wide and waiting. He'd been waiting so long for this chance, this moment—rehearsing and imagining possible scenarios and what speeches he would say. But here went absolutely nothing.

"I'm scared of falling, but not when it's you, Yn."

Thundering heartbeat, dilated eyes—god, you could not fall any faster and harder for this man. "Mingyu—"

"I understand if you don't feel the same," he cut in, eyes flitting away, but then returning back to you. Always back to you. "I just had to tell you, after all this time, that I'm in love with you."

You shook your head, and Mingyu could feel the world falling out from under his feet. Of course. Of course you didn't feel the same. Oh my god, he was an idiot—

"You didn't let me finish," you said, fingers dancing on the marble like the pattern of your heart rate. "Mingyu, I'm in love with you, too."

The weight of the confession lifted from your shoulders and from your chest. You finally said it.

A beat passed. Both you and Mingyu broke out into breathless laughter, tinted in nervous, jittery energy; yet it was relieving and refreshing like the night air.

"Oh god, thank god," Mingyu grinned, biting his lip. "You—you have no idea how that makes me feel. Oh my god." He held out his hand to you, and like second nature, you gave your hand to him.

He looked at you in the eyes, slowly raising your hand to his lips, his fingers then running delicately over your knuckles. He placed the palm of your hand firmly over his chest, where his heart beat ran marathons beneath your fingertips. "You're beautiful. Did you know that? Because if you didn't, I'll remind you of it every day."

Mingyu cleared his throat. "If you'd let me."

You nodded, turning your hand so you could lace your fingers with his. You liked the feel of it, the weight of it. It felt right. "I'd love that, but only if you'd let me do the same for you."

And you watched his cheekbones color pink in the night, yellow and white light illuminating that blush just enough. He chuckled, ducking his head bashfully. "That sounds really nice."

You stepped into his embrace then, feeling his warmth around you and wondering how you had gotten to this moment. (Yeah, you knew it was Seokmin and Minghao's doing, but you weren't about to admit that just yet.) Falling was terrifying—tumbling into the unknown, fearing the moment you reached the bottom—but with the wind rushing through your hair as you fell, the only thing that made you tuck your arms in and pull yourself faster was the knowledge that someone would be at the bottom to catch you.

Had you known that Mingyu would always be there, then perhaps you wouldn't have had such a fear of falling.

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last piece (9)

pairing - nanami kento x gojou!fem!reader x fushiguro toji

genre - parent!au, 6.7k

warnings quite a few so pls do check the tags!

a/n - im so sorry for how late this chapter is!!! ive been doing more hours at work and trying to revise for my exams

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Today was a miracle, a date to be remembered for lifetimes to come. Finally Toji wanted to see Megumi, willingly, without you having to shout and beg at him. He texted you first thing in the morning, asking if he could spend the day with the boy. No part of you was worried, for once in the past couple of days you had finally felt a little ease. It was nice that Toji wanted to spend more time with Megumi even if you approve of Toji’s partner, you’d rather eat fifty needles than to see Momo’s face again. The peace was short-filled when you were met with Megumi’s sour frown at the change of plans. He had only made that face once in his five years of life. Weirdly, his frown looked almost identical to Toji’s, you had to take a moment to realise that it was Megumi standing in front of you and not his brooding father.

“But I want to go home,” the Toji lookalike grumbled as you fixed his unkept hair to be neat and tidy, managing the untamed ink strands as best as you could. For some odd reasons, his hair wouldn’t stay down no matter how hard you tried.

You should have anticipated this. Megumi had never spent so many days without seeing Yuuji and Sukuna after school, now it was beginning to become bothersome. Of course the group saw each other in school every single day but it wasn’t the same as going around each other's houses and playing in the comforts of their own rooms. You always had a reason for him to not go over to Nanami’s house whether it being that Satoru was coming over or that you were taking him out. The little boy began to miss the tall blond too. Megumi wanted to see his dad. It wasn’t fair!

“Your dad misses you, he wants to spend time with you ‘Gumi.”

“But mummy please!” The boy begged again with a loud whine in his words, small footsteps followed behind you as you walked into your bedroom to retrieve a new pair of heels to wear for the day, ignoring the high pitched sounds.

You lifted the box into your lap, pausing yourself for a second to plead with the child once more. Holding his face, you made Megumi face you directly so he could see the fake serious demeanour you put on so he knew you meant business. “It’s just for today, then I’ll do whatever you ask.”

At the sound of that, Megumi was more than willing to comply. Maybe things will go his way after all.

The rest of the day is quiet after you drop Megumi off at school, successfully managing to ignore Nanami once again, you are becoming increasingly good at it. You only had one meeting for the day, with the Kamo group to hopefully get them on board and finalise the contract. It was a lot harder than you expected for Choso to come around and find common terms to agree on, not that you predicted anything less from your friend.There were so many different things occurring it was too hard to keep a track on every little detail. Your main focus of the day was the meeting with the Kamo’s, you desperately needed it to go well otherwise all the stress would have amounted to nothing. Recently, you found a new form of therapy that calms your mind - retail therapy. Nothing could go wrong when you were expecting another package of designer heels. To be honest you knew it was silly and reckless but there was something about buying such a beautiful item which made your newly broken heart seem whole again. It worked when you bought yourself the new Jimmy Choso heels you had seen a celebrity wear on a red carpet, imagining yourself in them, all dressed gorgeously. There was a dress collecting dust in your closet, from never being worn, that was practically made for the glossy white stilettos; a match made in heaven. You planned to wear the dress to an upcoming date but now it looks like the dress would be left untouched for another few years, unless your friends wanted to invite you out, which you doubt would happen with their own hectic lives. You’d just have to settle for putting on a fashion show for Megumi, the only fashion critic you trusted.

As with any new shoes, the heels began to become troublesome half way through the work day, you no longer felt like a model who had just come off the runway but like a class-A clown. A sharp shooting pain ran up through your right foot and into your leg, it felt like you were walking on glass. You chose to ignore it and smile through the pain, which worked for another hour, somehow you magicked up the ability to block out the pain completely.

“Oh Miss Gojou you’re bleeding!” Cindy, one of the international transfers, said with worry as she held your arm to stop you from walking further. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

You look down to your feet and see that you in fact are bleeding, from multiple places on your foot actually. Some of your blood had even begun staining your brand new heels, taking the nude interior to a deep maroon. It was as if seeing the actual pain made it hurt ten times more, you didn’t exactly have the opportunity to take off the shoes and walk around barefoot, especially not when you had to meet the Kamo group in less than a minute. You decided to just bear the pain, when you get back into your office then you can take them off and relax, that’s what you would do.

“I’ll be fine, they’re probably just really bad blisters,” you give the troubled worker a simple smile, hoping it would ease the tightness in her dark brows. Cindy feels sceptical when you wave at her one last time before making your way to the board room.

Thankfully no one else picked up on the very noticeable red droplets forming along the line where the harsh material of the shoe met your foot. This would only happen to you and no one else, maybe it was your karma? Have you done something bad recently? You didn’t have time to think about the pain you were in when Choso said he’d sign the contract, you could’ve jumped for joy. The hard work paid off in the end. When you returned back to your office, trying your hardest to not grin from happiness after the successful meeting, you let out a squeal once the door closed behind you. The silence of the room hits you then it dawns upon you how embarrassing you would have looked to an onlooker. You cough dryly as heat burns your cheeks. Whilst taking small steps to your desk you notice an unfamiliar item sitting on top of the pile of paperwork. A small white box with a picture of plasters on the front. That wasn’t there earlier and you don’t remember buying any plasters recently.

How odd.

Gently, you dabbed at the open cuts all around the perimeter of your feet with an antiseptic wipe, no matter how careful you were or how small the blister was, it hurt like hell. At least, once you let yourself rest and placed the plasters accordingly, you felt a little better. Looking at the soiled pair of shoes made you sad, you couldn’t even have pretty things without somehow ruining them. The solemn atmosphere breaks when your phone begins ringing, hard vibrations buzzing into the desk. You didn’t think much about Toji calling you, maybe to ask something about Megumi, you silently prayed that the boy was behaving well, not that you would worry normally, your baby was an angel.

“Hi Toji, what’s up?” You answered the call with a normal tone.

“Come to the hospital, it’s urgent!” The unexpected worry in Toji’s voice felt alien to you, he had only ever used that tone of voice once, when you were in the hospital.

Quickly, you sat up in your chair as a cloudy look casted over your eyes, your bottom lip trembled slightly out of fear. “What happened?” Your voice was low, too afraid to speak any louder as thoughts about your song ran frantically around your mind.

“I-I didn’t know,” Toji couldn’t find the right choice of words to speak to you, not when his own mind was filled with anxiety about his son. “He,” Toji took a deep breath to stop the shaking in his voice, “he couldn’t breathe”

Without another thought, you rushed out of your office in a frantic state, startling the employees who passed you as you began to make a run for your car whilst being barefoot. At the moment you couldn’t care, all you could think about was your baby, your sweet precious Megumi.

At the emergency room, the hospital staff were more nervous than you, your erratic behaviour caught the poor nurse off guard. If it wasn’t for Toji recognising your stern voice, the woman would have cried on the spot if you scowled her abilities any longer. The large man whispered a quick apology as he had to practically drag you away from the desk to where he was before.

“Just calm down,” Toji says as you struggled against his tight grip, you cursed his strength. Why did he have to be so strong? It was all futile. Within a few more seconds, you stopped clawing at the hand around your waist and calmed down.

“Tell me what’s happening,” you snapped and took a seat on the nearby bench, the worry began to start eating at your thoughts and stomach at all the endless possibilities of what could have landed Megumi into the hospital.

Toji sat next to you, shoulders dropping as he sighs deeply. The father wasn’t even sure what happened himself. He had left the room for less than a minute. It was so scary. The sight of his own son gasping for air was an image that would haunt Toji.

“The paramedic said it was an anaphylactic shock.”

“You fed him nuts?” The shrill of your scream caused Toji to wince, this was the least he was expecting from you in terms of anger. There would be more to come, Toji was sure of that.

Before you could chew the stupid man out for being so reckless and, essentially, endangering your child’s life, a woman approached the two of you with a clipboard in hand. The doctor called out Toji’s name, gaining both of your attention. The pair of you scrambled onto your feet from sitting on the bench, still in a state of shock, making the two of you act so clumsily.

“Megumi is okay,” a breath of relief is released at the sound of good news like being pulled to shore from almost drowning in the sea.

You gripped onto Toji’s arm as the doctor carried on talking, the tightness of your grip increasing as she continued to talk. Everything she had said went in through one ear and out the other, your brain couldn’t focus on the crucial words coming out of her mouth. You just wanted the doctor to say that you could see Megumi. When she does, you practically sprint to the room, not waiting behind to hear another word.

“If you had brought him even a second later,” the doctor waited till you had left before speaking, she had met many mothers like you, thinking only about the safety of your child. The doctor knew if she were to say the information in front of you, she might have been on the receiving end of your grip. “There would have been different consequences.”

Time moved a little slower for Toji as if the speed of everything became delayed. His body moved on its own, somehow managing to find the room Megumi was residing in. What the doctor had told him would be something the man would take to his grave, you could never find out about it otherwise Toji might never get the chance to see his little boy again. Whilst Toji sat in silence in one of the chairs, you kneeled on the hard cold floor beside Megumi’s bed, caressing the side of his face that wasn’t covered by the oxygen mask that you could reach and touch.

It was a while before another healthcare professional came in, checking up on the little boy again. Toji wanted to reach out and console you, this must’ve been as hard for you as it was for him. Seeing Megumi in the hospital bed was another image Toji couldn’t possibly imagine. His son was a happy child who received endless amounts of love from family who could love him like he deserved. Toji wasn’t sure if he deserved to love his son, there were so many instances when he wanted to leave his job and just run back to you, begging on his knees for forgiveness. Toji would do anything to just spend even a minute with the two of you where you were a real family.

“Looks like the champ is awake!” The student nurse smiled over at you when she noticed the blue eyes looking up at her with curiosity. This wasn’t his dad’s house, Megumi began to think when the lights were a little too harsh and the room was too chilly. The nurse and doctor consolidated with each other before discussing with you about an overnight stay, just to monitor Megumi’s blood pressure.

You couldn’t help but thank the doctor and nurse a hundred times over, making a mental note of their names so they could receive a gift for their hard work, without them you might have been feeling a harsher degree of emotions. Fortunately for you, a heavy weight felt as if it had been lifted up from your body, making you feel much lighter. The ease didn’t stop the sudden clinginess you felt, against Megumi’s protest, you climbed into the bed and led beside him, showering the boy with kisses all over his face. Megumi would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy them.

Your fingers ran through Megumi’s dark ink strands as you led in the hospital bed beside him. The boy was watching a silly cartoon on your phone since there was nothing else for him to do, he would giggle every so often from something the characters would do.

“Mama, I'm hungry,” Megumi says whilst looking up at you. It takes you a moment to come back into the moment and realise what he’s asking from you.

With a small nod of your head, you give your son a tight lipped smile as you lift yourself up from the bed sluggishly. Part of yourself was filled with paranoia and too afraid of getting him food in case it would give him an allergic reaction again, when you knew the chances of that were very slim. You couldn’t help the afraid feeling sitting deep in your stomach like a sunken heavy weight. The floor was cold under your bare feet as you began to make your journey out of the secluded room, your mind was far too preoccupied to even remember to cover your feet with the heels that dig into your skin sharply. You could feel your whole body shake with anxiety between every small step, the ground looked like it was uneven to you, nor could your eyes completely focus under the harsh white light.

It was all too much for you to deal with.

Toji was worried about you. The way you stumbled out of the room alarmed him, the plasters on your feet only heightened this. It was clear that you weren’t of sound mind at the moment so he decided to follow behind you in case something happened to you, after telling Megumi that he would go help you with trying to find a place to get some food from.

“Y/N,” Toji called out. The hospital was quiet since you requested Megumi be moved to a different suite, and it was beginning to become late in the night when most people would be at home sleeping. “Y/N,” Toji says more clearly this time with a determined voice as he holds your upper arm once he caught up with you.

“Are you alright?” He asks calmly, hoping you would be able to give him some kind of response so that he knew you were okay. A blank expression covered your face, making it impossible to read you. Before Toji could say another thing, you were on the hard floor beneath you from your legs no longer being able to hold your weight up.

Droplets of tears escape from your eyes as you hang your head low and into your chin, trying to shorten the spectacle you were making of yourself. Toji fell to his own knees after you as soon as his eyes caught the tears rolling down your face, arms wrapping around your frame to bring you into his embrace. The air wouldn’t reach your lungs as you sobbed in Toji’s arms, just like that day in the hospital years ago when he had to break the devastating news to you about your miscarriage. It broke him as much as it tore your soul apart. All you could think about was the fear of losing Megumi like your first baby - from your own negligence. He never would’ve been in that stupid hospital bed if you had just listened to his requests of staying with you. If only you had listened. The guilt was killing you from the inside like a poison that was taking over your body, rendering you useless. You were an unfit mother. You lost your first child and now you nearly lost your only son. What could be next? Your brother, your grandfather? No one else was to blame other than you - again.

You had never healed from the trauma of losing your baby as it plagued your thoughts for years on end, always lingering in the back of your mind to crawl in at the darkest hours of the night to haunt you. The soul-wrenching words of the doctor assigned to you informing you and Toji of the things to be wary about after your miscarriage were engraved in your mind. Hospitals haven’t been the same since. You always felt on edge ever since the accident, the plain white walls would never be able to have a calming effect on you, they always appeared to be narrowing slowly to trap you. The sharp smell of disinfectant made you dizzy to the point of nausea.

“I can’t lose him too, Toji, I can’t.” Your heart clambered in your chest as all you could feel in the moment was immense amounts of guilt and self-hatred. The shock was catching up with your body, wreaking through every bit of your body to the point you couldn’t feel anything in your limbs apart from a numb sensation.

“He’s okay, princess,” the male muttered lowly against your head but loud enough for you to hear over your cries. “We’re okay.” Toji tried his best to reassure your anxiety and hopefully be able to calm you down from the sudden panicking episode. “We’re all o-okay.” Maybe if Toji says it enough times and speaks it into existence, his statement will be true. The truth was Toji wasn’t okay, nor were you. There was a never-healing scar placed on both of your hearts, linking the pair of you together because no one else understood the emptiness that lingers in your soul at random parts of the day, reminding you that you were missing something that you never had but could have. The pair of you could have been tending to two children instead of one. It was an unspoken presence that was never addressed, left towards the side to collect dust. Toji would be lying if he said he didn’t think about your unborn child, most days he pondered over a life with you and his two children when his head meets the softness of the pillow beneath his head and he couldn’t sleep. Nowadays it was the only way to drift off to sleep for Toji, to replay different scenarios of himself in what used to be your home.

Toji held onto you as tightly as he could manage, pressing himself against you till there was no room between the two of you. There might never be another chance for the dark haired man to comfort you again. In those few moments, Toji felt at peace to hold you in close proximity, even if there were fresh hot tears trailing down his face silently. He was scared too. What would’ve happened if he found Megumi a few minutes later? Toji couldn’t imagine the thought without his stomach churning in disgust.

“Just leave everything to me, we’ll be okay.”

There wasn’t a single thing Satoru wouldn’t do to protect his family from the slightest and smallest threat of danger. If the situation required him to, Gojou would murder multiple souls for his family. Those were the lengths the determined CEO was willing to go to. No one would be able to hurt his loved ones without facing the consequences of his wrath. Toji had been saved by your persistent begging once but now it was a different story, especially since Megumi was involved. The sweet innocent boy deserved more than a father who put his life in danger, whether it was an accident or not, Satoru didn’t care, he knew he had to do absolutely anything to protect you and his nephew. Even if it could jeopardise his relationship with you. What Satoru planned to do was evil, to an extent. Some might agree his actions were justified with the reasoning of your safety but he could practically hear your arguments ringing in his ears. The dull nerves bubbling in the pit of his stomach was a feeling he wasn’t accustomed to, nothing scared him as much as the thought of losing you, his favourite person in the world. Satoru would argue that it is because of his endless love for you that he had chosen his actions.

Quietly, the tall man comes into your home using the spare key you gave him years ago for ‘emergencies,’ he was expecting to be met with loud shouts as soon as he steps one foot into your apartment but the silver haired man found himself to be in a state of shock when you gave him a small pure smile. Maybe he was still dreaming, Satoru thought, or maybe someone had replaced you with a clone that had an inclination to be nice. He wished that were the case.

You were in the kitchen when Satoru greets you, even from a far distance the male could make out the dark circles under your eyes. Of course you struggled to sleep. Satoru knew how anxious hospitals made you. Guilt begins to cloud his thoughts as he reminds himself of the main reason for his visit. Would this make things worse for you? Satoru never wanted to be a burden to you, he saw the detrimental effects of being labelled as the ‘perfect son’ had on you and your self esteem. Then he recollected his thoughts once more. It was better to have your safety guaranteed than for another accident to happen.

The older man takes a breath before speaking to calm down the buzzing nerves, silencing them with an exhale. “We need to talk about Toji.” Watching you with sharp eyes, he noticed the gloomy shift in your eyes at the mention of your ex-husband. “I’m filing that restraining order.”

“What?” If you were holding anything in your hand, it would’ve slipped from your grasp as the heat from your body vanished, and your blood ran cold. The colour in your face disappeared as you stared at your brother with disbelief and horror. You knew of Satoru’s hatred towards Toji but you didn’t realise the scale of it.

Moving closer to you, Satoru holds out his phone with a video playing, it looked like footage from a security camera. The video showed Toji ruffling Megumi’s hair before leaving him in the living room, the little boy sat on the sofa diligently before being approached by Momo. There was no sound on the video so you couldn’t make out what she was saying to him. Momo hands Megumi a small sweet to eat, the distance of the camera was far enough to not capture the label of the food item but Megumi eats it and Momo moves away and out of the frame quickly. Within a matter of seconds the boy is scratching at his throat and Toji is running in, rushing to his son’s side and analysing his features, probably because he noticed Megumi’s scratches. Satoru ends the clip there and takes the phone out of your hand, pocketing it away in his jacket.

The same consistent buzz returns but now Satoru felt it throughout his whole body, not a single bone wasn’t shaking with worry, it was enough to make him feel like throwing up. Satoru was sure of the rightness of his actions, after watching that horrid video on repeat for hours in the early morning, he hadn’t been so sure of anything before in his life. From what he could tell, Satoru assumed you were in shock, you had become scarily still and your gaze fixed on the floor in a dissociative manner, as if you couldn’t trust what your eyes had witnessed.

“I don’t care if you say ‘no’ Y/N,” the eldest Gojou states in a hard tone, immediately snapping you out of the mindless trance you were in.

You couldn’t shake off the horror you felt but the rational side of your mind, that was still somehow working, acted quick, trying to think of the best thing to do to stop your brother. Deep down you knew you would never be able to change Satoru’s stubborn mind, once his mind was set on something he must have it, there was no other possibility. “I-I can’t do that to h-him. P-please don’t,” you dropped down onto your knees to beg, grasping onto one of Satoru’s hands between your own as your mind couldn’t think about what else to do in the moment, squeezing it as tightly as you could manage, hoping your brother would change his mind. “It was an a-accident, he d-didn’t mean t-to.”

“You lost your first child because of an accident he caused,” Satoru reminded you coldly, he didn’t bother looking at you as he spoke coldly but he could clearly envision the look of affliction, the freshness of the hot tears running down your face, “you could’ve lost Megumi.”

“Please!” You pleaded again with a cry wracking through your whole body, “don’t d-do this.”

“One day…” Satoru still didn’t look at you, the most embarrassing state a Gojou could be in, on their knees begging with everything in themselves, you should be ashamed of yourself, Satoru thought maliciously. Using his free hand, Satoru frees himself from your aching grip and leaves you to cry in the kitchen, after saying, “Y/N, you’ll thank me.”

Abruptly, your sleep was disturbed as your tired body jolted awake in response to the constant sounds of banging against the wood of the door to your apartment. Your heart was racing as the anticipation for another sequence of banging to continue. The sudden stop of the harsh sound didn’t bring you any ease as you sat up in your bed. You considered the possibility of your mind playing tricks on you and there was no one even at the door. Before making a move to slip back into the comfort of your sheets and try to let sleep take over, your phone screen lights up brightly on your bedside table and buzzes rhythmically to the fast-paced melodic ringtone you set. It took a second for your eyes to adjust to the sudden illumination but from the photo set for the contact you could see that it was Toji calling you, at two in the morning. Without even thinking, you pick up his call, later you would blame your groggy state for doing such an action when you knew nothing good would come from answering your ex-husband’s phone call in the early hours of the day when most people would be sleeping. Somehow you possessed the capability of being able to ignore the voice in your head telling you to turn the phone off and remind yourself of the pain you would cause to the other man. You didn’t deserve a nice conversation with Toji, not when your brother planned to snatch his son away from him.

“Hey princess,” you hear Toji say whilst picking up on the slight slurring of his words, you knew he was drunk from the slow way he spoke and the low tone. “Could you open the door for me?”

A realisation that it was Toji who had been banging on your door a few minutes earlier dawns upon you. As quietly as possible, you try to get out of your bed without disrupting Megumi’s sleep, thankfully the little boy was a heavy sleeper and could manage to sleep through anything. Your steps to the door are light and quick, successfully navigating yourself around the pitch black apartment, the only source of low light being the dim glow of the moon shining from one of the windows with undrawn curtains. You stop before the door. The only thing separating Toji from you. Your eyes fixated upon the object, imagining how the dark haired male would look on the other side. His shirt was probably untucked and his hair must have been a mess from the way he would constantly run his fingers through the strands.

“It’s late Toji, you should go home-“ you whisper into your phone in the quietest tone you could manage, hoping that your voice was distinct enough to be heard through the phone.

“I miss you so much,” Toji exhales as he presses his forehead to the solid door, the feeling in his legs slowly begins to cease, no longer being able to hold himself up from complete exhaustion. The hard alcoholic drinks became his best friend earlier in the day but now they were a foe, slowing his thoughts and mobility. “Can’t you love me again?” Toji asks honestly, a lump formed in his throat when he heard the sharp intake of breath from your side of the phone. It hurt. He never understood why you couldn’t come back to him again, you had loved him once before, you could love him again. Right? He was still the same person from before, the same brutish man you would smile at with a bright grin he loved with his whole existence. “All… all I think about is you.” It was the truth, even if you would never believe him, Toji knew that the only person he could ever love would be you, he had opened his heart up to you in ways he can’t with others. The tears welled up in the male’s eyes as he closed them, trying to picture your smile, even in an intoxicated state, Toji’s mind was still able to remember you perfectly. “I feel like dying, it hurts so fucking much princess.”

Your legs were shaking like a leaf, you sat yourself on the cold floor, back pressed up against the door as you listened and processed every word that Toji spoke. The cogs in your brain turned slowly as you tried to hold yourself back from opening the door to the very man who was no longer allowed to be so close to you. The pain in his voice was evident and enough for you to succumb. “You can’t be here,” is the only thing you manage to say amongst the million other thoughts rushing across your mind. No matter how much Toji hurt you, you would never be able to hurt him back, not because you were a good person but because Toji meant too much to you, even now after all the years the pair of you had spent apart, that it was scary. You loved him once with your whole existence. It was hard to ignore that fact.

“Open the door,” all of a sudden, the tone of his voice becomes more sinister as a silence develops, you were afraid of saying something you didn’t mean. “I said,” the doorknob above you begins to rattle and shake in its place harshly from Toji’s futile attempt, “open the fucking door, Y/N!”

A small scream escapes from you in fear when a loud vigorous blow is struck to the object you were lent on. Immediately, you bring your hand to cover your mouth in order to muffle anything else so Megumi wouldn’t wake up. You were praying that the commotion doesn’t stir him awake.

“How could you?” The anger was still present in his loud voice, you could hear him from the other side of the door as clear as day, the call didn’t need to continue. “A fucking restraining order?!” Another punch is thrown against the pitiful door out of pure rage.

Quietly, you sob into your hand, the sound of Toji’s pained voice struck something within you. It was because of you that he would never be able to see his son again. You were the cause of the pain. The very thing you never wanted to do to Toji, you ended up doing in the end.

“Open the fucking door, you bitch!”

Just as Toji’s reddened fist was about to collide with your door again, a tight grip catches his arm in the action, never making contact with it. Toji could only see red when he turned his view, ready to unleash his frustration on the person physically holding him back, only to be met with the face of the man he hated most. Nanami.

“Leave or I will call security,” Nanami states in a low, cold tone. The tiredness on his face, probably from being awaking at the commotion occurring outside his home, didn’t undermine the serious demeanour of the blond.

Toji scoffs with annoyance as he chooses to ignore Nanami and shrugs his tight grip off of Toji’s arm. Why did you get a happy ending when his heart felt like it was being torn apart in so many different directions? It wasn’t fair. Why him? Why Nanami? Couldn’t Choso suffice? It just had to be the man who lived across the hall, who was in your grandfather’s good graces.

“I will never forgive you,” Toji directs his anger back towards you, his voice booming through the medium between the two of you, scratching against the back of his throat painfully. He made sure to project his voice to get his message across, to release all the anger of the day. Out of everyone in the world, Toji never expected you to betray him, it didn’t feel real. Maybe it wasn’t, maybe the alcohol he drank after seeing the papers delivered to his home was a manifestation of his guilt. But the sound of your trembling voice woke the dark haired male, it sobered him up within an instant. It was all real and fucked up. Toji would never forgive you for the sharp knife you stabbed into his back.

You sit by the door and sob till your eyes could no longer produce anymore tears to dampen your face. Time slows down at an unbearable rate as you couldn’t find the strength to move, your body frozen still against the door like ice. In your mind, you tried telling yourself that it wasn’t entirely your fault, the situation was too complex for it to be blamed on a singular person. However at the end of the day, it was your name signed on the end of paper, stating Toji could no longer be in the same room as you and Megumi anymore, not anyone else’s. So it was your fault, as you told yourself.

“Mama?” Megumi felt disoriented when he woke up to the sound of crying. The darkness of your home made him scared with every step he took in his journey to find you. “A-are you okay?” Megumi stops in his tracks and lets out a gasp at the sight of you sobbing heavily. He had never seen you cry so hard before, only ever a tear or two at a sad animated movie. Megumi ran as fast as his small legs would let him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked again with more worry as you wouldn’t even lift your head for Megumi to look at you. A tightness in his chest began to constrict with every passing second as you continued to cry into your knees. The little boy took your phone out of your hands and typed in the four numbered passcode before quickly dialling his uncle’s number. Megumi was scared, this wasn’t like you, you would never cry in front of him. The phone rings and rings before Megumi presses the red circle and just waits. He waits patiently for you to finally look at him with a gleaming smile and tell him ‘everything is okay.’ Except it isn’t. Megumi knows something isn’t okay and he needs someone else, an adult, to help you.

Satoru doesn’t think twice about rushing to your apartment with Getou, breaking nearly every single traffic law there is in order to reach your side in the smallest amount of time. He was thankful to his parents for once, for blessing him with tall genes which meant Satoru could take longer strides until he stood in front of your apartment door. For a second time in a day, he had to use the emergency key to unlock the door in order to get into your home, quivering fingers fumbling around trying to find the right one to slot into the keyhole.

“Y/N?” Satoru didn’t expect to find you right in front of the door, on the floor with Megumi hunched over your form, begging for you to respond to him. He couldn’t help but imagine what horrid things could have happened for you to end up like that. “Suguru, pick her up,” Satoru instructs his best friend as the white haired man pulls Megumi away from you and into his own arms.

“Mama!” Megumi cried for you once more before Satoru began trying to soothe his worries. The boy thrashed around in his uncle’s grip, doing anything he could to escape the hands pressing his small body against Satoru’s. “Let me go!”

Meanwhile, Suguru felt his heart sink as he crouched down to the floor beside you, different ideas of what could have occurred flooded into his mind, each possibility worse than the next. “Hey Y/N,” his voice is soft and calm amongst Megumi’s screams for you, “I’m going to pick you up and take you to the car,” Suguru felt the need to confirm what actions he planned to do so he wouldn’t cause you unnecessary stress. The male felt thankful for typing his hair up so it was out of the way, it made the job of lifting you up from the floor, one arm around your shoulders and the other hooked under the bend of your knees, so much easier. He felt your hand clutch onto the thick material of his jumper, it eased the tension he felt slightly. Suguru stays silent as he holds you tightly, hoping it was enough to comfort you, as he waits for the elevator to arrive. Satoru had already taken Megumi as quickly as he could. When he does get to the car, Suguru is careful to place you down gently into the back seat before climbing in next to you. Not a sound came out of you, not even a small sigh; you had finally gone to sleep.

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