#the entirety of high school sweethearts

[silverwasafukintrainwreck]

my friend and i just rewatched the entirety of k-12 and i wanna sob

[minihotdog]

Caught Red handed // Part 2

Summary: Soap Catches His Roommate Reading an Erotic Novel AGAIN

Part 1

Pairing: John "Soap" Mactavish x Fem!Reader

a/n: I've been sick as a dog and I'm not the happiest about how this one turned out so I'll write a soap fic with a little more punishment in the future when I don't feel like my insides are melting

c/w: P in V, biting, aftercare

word count: 2k

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Johnny made it clear that he didn’t want to catch you reading dirty books again, but you’re only human. Your newly discovered love for the genre made it impossible to stay away. 

You picked up a new one at the bookstore, this time with a more discrete cover. The summary described a romance between a woman and her soldier husband. It was a love that stands the test of time and struggle as he changes from the horrors he’s seen. Upon getting home and settling down to read it, you quickly discovered that wasn’t the case. The book was downright rancid, a crime almost. You’d gotten comfortable in your PJs and fuzzy socks excited to dive into the story only to receive a figurative slap to the face.

He was so desperate to breed her. His rough and violent thrusts almost put her head through the wall.

“Be my good little wife and take my load.”

“When I come back you better be holding my kid in your arms waiting for me to put another one in you.”

Your hand was over your mouth as your eyes scanned every sentence multiple times to ensure you didn’t pull them from your imagination.

You couldn’t help but imagine Johnny as the character. The author went into detail about the male character sitting and watching his high school sweetheart, turned wife, undress for him. How his thick thighs took up the entirety of the chair and his cock rested to the side atop the dense muscle, all you could see was Johnny with his evil little smirk and shaggy hair he’d grown out on leave.

The jangling of keys on the other side of the front door rips you from your fantasies. You jolt upwards and run towards your bedroom to stash the book in your nightstand. You’d been sleeping with Johnny in his bed so there wasn’t a possibility of him accidentally stumbling on it.

You waltz out of your room coming face to face with Johnny. You jump, clutching your chest with a squeak.

“Johnny! You scared the shit out of me!”

He looks at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Wha’ are ye up tae?”

“What?! Nothing, just getting a heart attack from you.”

He fakes a quick step towards you and your arms instinctively shoot to the walls blocking him. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist and giving your lips a peck. He rests his forehead on yours.

“Yer hidin’ somethin’ an’ I’m gonnae find out wha’ it is.” He squints at you before turning into the kitchen.  

Damn it! Why did I do that?!!

You try to keep an eye on Johnny to make sure he won’t go snooping, but the moment he wraps his arms around you the book is completely forgotten. The two of you cuddle on the couch to watch reruns of old shows together. He runs his hand up and down your side kissing down your shoulder. He settles on your waist and his thumb caresses the little bit of exposed skin. He nibbles on your neck and slips his hand under your tank top taking a handful of your breast.

“You’re worse than a dog in a rut!” You slap his hand away.

“Cannae help masel’ when I’m wi’ ye, bonnie.” He whines, nuzzling his nose into your neck. His hips grind into you and he lets out a groan.  

“Johnny, I haven’t showered today.” Your complaining falls on deaf ears as his arms wrap tighter around you. “Let me goooo!”

“Fine, if it makes ye stop fussin’.” He huffs as you sit up. He crosses his arms making a high-pitched ‘hmphf’. 

“I’ll be back, hun.” You lean down to give him a quick kiss.

Johnny waits for the shower to turn on before springing into action. He tosses the blanket to the side and tip-toes down the hallway determined to figure out what you’d been hiding earlier. He enters your room and begins looking around. He opens your closet, makes a mess of your desk drawers until he stumbles over to your nightstand. He pulls the drawer open and discovers the dark-covered book you tossed in there. The cover looked innocent enough, a soldier walking hand in hand with a woman in a pink sun dress. He flips the book over to read the summary. His eyes scan the text and he lets out a quiet ‘awww’ before opening it to a random page in the middle. 

“Jesus Christ, bonnie, wha’ are ye readin’ now?” His eyes go wide for a moment and he sucks his teeth.

You step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel before walking into his bedroom. You pick through his dresser for your clothes. He insisted you move some of your clothes to his room but they quickly got buried under his. You pick out your favorite striped pj shorts and an old shirt of his that you cut into a crop top. You walk out of his room heading back to the couch only to be stopped in your tracks when you notice the door of your room wide open and the light on. 

FUCK!

You quiet your footsteps and slowly peek into the room. You see him sitting on your bed, drawer open, and a very familiar object in his hands. You decide that the best thing you can do is hide but as you shift your weight onto your back foot the floor creaks.

“Bonnie!” He calls out. The stern tone in his voice makes you jump. “Come ower here.” You silently freak the fuck out before poking your head through the door.

“Yes, honey?”

The look on his face pulls you into the door frame.

“Wha’ did I tell ye no tae be readin’ the kin o’ books?”

Shit. He’s mad.

His accent gets rougher and you know for a fact that he’s not happy with this discovery.

You’re quick to defend yourself.

“I swear I didn’t know!” You blurt out. “The summary was so cute I didn’t think it was gonna be like that.”

He looks down, closing the book before looking back at you.

“Ye jus’ bought it? Didn’t ye open it up afore haund?”

His eyebrows furrow. His intense gaze burrows into you waiting for an answer. You chew on your bottom lip. He was always able to get the truth out of you. He knew you couldn’t stand being at the receiving end of his glare. You begin fumbling your fingers.

“I may have read a chapter at the store.” He throws his head back with a groan upon hearing the confession. “BUT, it wasn’t like the rest of the book, I swear!”

His jaw clenches for a second and he shakes his head.

“Oh bonnie, wha’ am I gonnae dae wi’ ye?” He mutters as he stands, shaking the book at you before tossing it onto the bed. He calmly walks towards you. He towers over you and one of his hands tangles itself in your hair pulling just enough to make you look straight up at him. 

“Yer a pure bad lassie. Cannae even heed simple orders.” 

He suddenly takes you by the arm and walks you into his room.

“Nasty wee thing,” He growls, forcing you onto the bed. “Can’t follow directions. Hidin’ things from me.” He sucks his teeth as his hands rush to yank your shirt off. He gives you no time to reorient yourself before he pushes you onto your back.

He climbs onto the bed and straddles you gripping your wrists in one hand. He grabs your chin forcing you to look up at him.

“Needy fuckin’ whore, aren’t ye?”

“Johnny, I’m sorry.” You whine trying to break out of his grip.

He scoffs, “We’ll see about tha’.”

He yanks his sweats off. You watch him closely hoping that he’ll change his mind about this punishment. His size becomes more apparent with the anger radiating off of him. 

“Baby, I promise I won’t do it anymore.” He ignores your pleas. Your eyes trail down and you see he’s rock-hard. He lays his weight on you biting at your neck. His bare cock presses against you over your shorts. His free hand goes to your breast, pinching your nipple and rolling it in his fingers. You half-mindedly grind against him.

“Oh no, Lassie. Yer not getting what you want just yet.”

He kisses down your chest capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue plays with the sensitive nub. He slides his arm under your thigh, bringing one leg to his waist. His fingers run over your clothed cunt and he groans.

“Yer soaked. My wee slut is so wet fur me.” His voice rasps. His mouth moves to your other breast. Your nails dig into your palms when his teeth graze the nub.

“Baby, please,” You cry out, needing to feel him inside you. The ache was becoming too much to bear and he was so close. His scent only helped to cloud your brain and the heat radiating off of him was setting you ablaze.

“So impatient.” He taunts as he pulls away to work your shorts down your legs to reveal the wet patch on your panties that had become transparent. He chokes out a moan at the sight,

“So fuckin’ wet.”

He slips his fingers underneath the fabric at your hips and in a swift motion pulls them until they rip. You gasp, eyes shooting down at him. He’d never acted this way in bed, he’d usually undress you with a thousand kisses, making sure his lips touched every bit of exposed skin until he reached where you wanted him most, he’d slow down for a moment and place a kiss on your clit before devouring you whole and leaving you with soul-crushing orgasm before the big finale. This time he restrains himself leaving your hips bucking for his touch. In this moment, you missed your sweet and caring Johnny.

“I know wha’ ye want, bonnie.” He looks up at you with his little evil smirk. “I’m not gonna treat ye like my princess when yer not actin’ like one.”

Before you can protest his fingers begin playing at your entrance. He slides two of his thick digits into you. Your breath hitches feeling the calloused skin inside you. He pumps his fingers, curling them into that special spot.

“So tight.” He breaths out, occasionally flicking your clit with his thumb. You want him inside you so bad your head is spinning. He lowers his head dropping his tongue to your clit, he couldn’t help himself, his head belonged in between your legs and he couldn’t fight that.

He continues moving his fingers in and out of you, grazing your g-spot each time. His tongue circles your clit and you throw your head back into the pillows. Your pants fill the room, your wrists aching.

“Johnnyyyyy.” Your back arches as he speeds up. His eyes almost roll back listening to your whines.

He feels you tighten against his fingers, waiting for the right moment. 

“Hmmmm.” You tighten around him once more and he pulls away from you, denying you of your release. Your head shoots up and he’s sucking the wetness off his fingers. He chuckles at the frustrated look on your face.

“That’s not fair!”

“Oh, but it is, only good girls get tae cum.”

He leans over you on his elbow grabbing a handful of your hair. He pulls your head back, the pain forcing a whine from your lips. “No woman of mine will be readin’ filth about another man.” His lips graze the side of your face. “I’m the only man ye should fantasizin’ about. I’m the only one who’s cock ye should be thinkin’ of.”

“You are! You’re the only man I think about!”

“I’ll make sure of it.”

He slides himself into you and your body tenses up at the intrusion. He coos at you as you try to adjust to his length. He forces your head to the side and his lips are on yours. He deepens the kiss attempting to capture your tongue with his. He uses the kiss as a distraction to slide the rest of himself into you. He buries himself to the hilt and you gasp into the kiss. He moans softly, breaking away from your lips and resting his head in the crook of your neck. The feeling of being inside you was almost too much for him to bear. So warm and wet, the nerves on his cock fire off when the tip finds your soft cervix.

“Fuckin’ Christ.” He pants into your skin. “This pussy is pure sin.”

He gathers himself before he begins moving. He slides in and out of you and your lips part slightly, eyes clamped shut. He releases shaky breaths, the tightness making his head spin.

“O’ fuck!” He thrusts slowly, pulling away slightly to enjoy the view of him disappearing inside you. His free hand grabs your waist to keep you from sliding away from him as his pace picks up. Your mind goes blank, the stretch of his cock is intoxicating. His thrusts jolt you upwards forcing whines from you. 

“Johnny, please let me touch you.”

“Promise me no more of those fuckin’ books,” He breaths into your necks.

“I promise, I promise, I promise!” You chant. Your voice comes out pathetic and desperate. He releases your wrists, his arms sliding under your body to wrap around you. Your hands fly to his back, nails digging into his skin. He pounds into you relentlessly, your eyesight blurs, and your back struggles to arch against his weight. 

His name falls from you in a chant mixed with small gasps. The bed creaks loudly as his hips slam into the underside of your soft thighs. Your legs wrap around his waist, hands grasping at him for dear life. He moans into your neck, his rasps hitting your skin along with his ragged breaths.

“Oh god, Johnny!” Your mouth hangs open. The feeling of him filling you up so perfectly leaves you almost in a trance-like state, unable to think or form a single thought. 

“Ye take me so well, bonnie, don’t ye?”

He tightens his hold on you, the tight squeeze around his cock has him almost drooling. Your warm velvet walls test him every time, he uses every bit of strength he has to not finish too soon when he buries himself inside you. His tip kissing your cervix shoots pleasure through the both of you. He swears little invisible hearts circle his head every time you whimper out his name.

He digs his teeth into your neck, marking you. “Mine. All mine.” He groans into the now red flesh. He frees one of his arms from under you and begins massaging your clit begging to feel you clamp down around him. 

“Bonnie, ye feel tae good. Cum on my cock, ye been a good girl.” You moan in response. “Gonnae fill ye up nice and deep. Ye want tha’?”

You nod frantically. Your pussy flutters warning him of your impending orgasm. He continues his pace as he whispers pure filth into your ear. Telling you how much he loves your pussy, how you belong to him and only him. You try to warn him but it hits hard and fast, before you know it you’re a mess beneath him. Nails dragging down his skin leaving red lines, your pussy spasming around him pulling over the edge.

He ruts into you shooting thick streams onto your walls. You feel him twitching inside you as he thrusts his cum deeper into you. “Take it all, bonnie.”

He continues thrusting, dragging out your orgasm. Your pussy clamps down on him milking him for all he’s worth leaving you twitching from the overstimulation.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He slows his movements letting out a deep breath before locking eyes with you. A goofy smile appears on his lips causing you to giggle. He mummers a “C’mere,” before kissing you sweetly. He slides out of you slowly as he caresses your thigh.

“Let’s get ye cleaned up,” He plants a kiss on your forehead before wrapping his arms around you once more and lifting you onto his lap. He slides the both of you off the bed and carries you into the bathroom putting you down gently on the counter. He turns the shower on and while the two of you wait for the water to heat up he peppers your face with kisses. 

He carries you into the shower letting you steady yourself on your feet before pulling you to his chest. The warm water runs over his shoulders flowing down your back. His lips brush the top of your head.

“I love you, bonnie.” He whispers.

[rems-writing]

Daddy ribo

Pairing: basketballplayer!Jongho x musician!reader

Summary: Jongho likes your outfit. He just doesn't like it when you're ogled at so he punishes you. In a way.

Warning(s): Thigh riding, handjobs, slightly mean and possessive dom!Jongho

Genre: Smut with a bit of plot

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

@yourfatherlucifer wanted this so here ya go. Maybe he can finally let me go from the basement lol jk jk. He doesn't have me hostage.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Everyone knew about the star athlete and famous basketball captain named Choi Jongho. Everyone also knew about the campus sweetheart and famous musician named Y/N L/N.

What everyone didn't know was that they were secretly dating.

There was a lot of talk about how athletes and musicians don't go well together. However, that didn't stop Jongho from nervously asking you out and smiling his precious gummy smile when you said yes to his dating proposal. From there, the rest was history.

Despite the scheduling conflicts due to his games and your orchestra concerts, they always found time to be in each other's arms and talk about their day. It usually ranges from the classes they both had to the practice sessions they both endured.

Sometimes, they would visit each other. Jongho would show up and sit in the empty auditorium and watch his lover practice and lead the entire orchestra while you would sit atop the bleachers in the campus gym and watch him practice free throws and go through rigorous drills.

Just like today.

You didn't have any classes nor after school orchestra practice today, so you decided to visit Jongho at basketball practice. This time, you sat at the bottom of the bleachers so they could get a close up look at him practicing.

As you were watching him, you stretched a bit so your limbs wouldn't grow stiff from sitting on the bleachers for too long. Some of the players usually don't notice them since you liked to be obscure and lowkey when watching but today, the entirety of the team noticed you.

Including Jongho, who for some reason didn't look too happy seeing you.

His serious, almost deadly, stare bore into his lover's eyes and when you finally looked up from your phone to wave at him excitedly, all he did was nod his head to the side, indicating that you should get your ass over to the other side of the gym and sit next to Jongho.

You happily, albeit naively, skipped over there and sat next to Jongho.

You threw your arms around Jongho and grew confused & sad when he shrugged them off.

Did you do something wrong?

While you were lost in thought, Jongho quickly draped his jacket over your legs and glared at his teammates. His peers got the message and stopped the lingering stares on his lover, pretending to do something else during the break from practice. Feeling satisfied in scaring his teammates, he turned to you and whispered lowly in your ear.

"Come with me."

Soon, the two of them were hidden in the locker room somewhere and Jongho took the opportunity to grab your hips and lightly slam you against the wall. Your sadness turned into fear when you saw the look in his eyes as he held you tightly, ocassionally drawing circles on your hips and squeezing them.

"Did I do something wrong, bear?"

His eyes softened a bit and he leaned in to kiss your forehead before shaking his head.

"Of course not, my little Mozart. But out of all the outfits you had, why did you decide to wear this?" He asked as he gestured to your outfit.

Oh.

So he had a problem with your outfit it seems.

It consisted of a cream-colored sweater crop top, a dark blue high-waisted skirt that only reached mid-thigh, and matching Vans. Your hair was down and you decided to put on a bit of makeup to cover your blemishes.

You fiddled with the hem of your skirt and looked away since your chin was held by Jongho.

"I'm sorry, bear. I just wanted to look cute today since I didn't have classes or orchestra practice today. I can change or wait for you at home - "

Jongho kissed you to shut your rambling up. He caressed your face and smirked lightly.

"Now now. Don't be like that. I love the outfit. What I don't love is my teammates ogling you. Did you notice that your skirt hiked up a bit when you crossed your legs? Or that this little top of yours raised up a bit when you threw your arms around me?"

Oh! He was just being possessive.

Wait a damn minute...

Oh...

You blushed out of embarrassment and Jongho chuckled lowly. He kissed you again but it was hungry and desperate. You tried your best to keep up with him since you were still new to all of this. However, you didn't mind taking that next step.

You just didn't expect it to be in the deepest part of the locker room.

He picked you up and led you to the benches near his locker before sitting down and having you sit down on his lap.

Specifically, right over one of his strong thighs.

Your blush worsened and Jongho grinned slightly, enjoying the way you squirmed around in this new position. His hand creeped up your skirt and hooked his finger into the hem of your panties.

"May I?"

Unable to form words, you nodded and Jongho's grin grew bigger before he yanked them down. You had to lift your hips a bit so he could pull them down easily. After he stuffed them in his pocket, he stuck his hand down his gym shorts and whipped out his cock.

His nice, girthy, and thick cock that made you more wet than before.

He guided your hand over to his cock and you saw little dribbles of precum leak from the tip. You gulped nervously as your hand wrapped around the shaft and you looked up at him with nervous eyes. Jongho almost came on the spot seeing his biggest wet dream coming to life.

You straddling his thigh, your exposed hole leaking over his gym shorts, and the innocent yet fiery look in your eyes as you stared him down with his dick in your hand.

You weren't innocent by all means. You just didn't think about those things often when you're around him. Today was an exception.

Perhaps you could live out that secret fantasy you always dreamed of when it came to this beefy man and his sturdy thighs.

"I want you to take it nice and slow. I want to savour every moment of this as much as possible. You cannot cum without my permission. If you do, I will fuck you into the walls of the locker room showers. Got it?"

There was a sharp edge in his voice and shivers went down your spine upon hearing that voice. Nodding obediently, you began to rock your hips back and forth, careful not to emit any moans or whimpers as the fabric of his gym shorts rubbed against you with a strange yet satisfying friction.

While you were riding his thigh, you were jerking him off at the same time. Jongho threw his head back and let out quiet sighs of satisfaction every time. When he adjusted himself to look at you, his eyes became hooded and a lazy smirk was on his face. Whenever he felt you go faster, he grabbed your hips and made you sit still.

"I said take it slow. Don't disobey me."

You nodded vigorously and you tried to ride his thigh as slowly as possible, causing him to nod in approval. Several minutes later, he signaled for you to pick up the pace and you did. He even lifted the leg of his gym shorts a bit so you could feel closer than before. You let out a slight whimper as your wet hole made contact with the bare skin of his thigh. Jongho let out a quiet moan as well and wrapped his arm around your waist while he buried his head in the crook of your neck and placed feverish kisses along the side of it.

"That's it, baby. Pick up the pace a bit more. Fuck I'm so close."

When he lifted his head to look you in the eyes, he brought you in for one last feverish kiss. His hands settled on your hips once more and he helped you rock back and forth on his thigh since you were distracted due to the two of you kissing each other. Once he pulled away, he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"You've been so good for me. So obedient, small, and perfect. You can cum."

Feeling relieved, you rode his thigh faster than before and you found yourself cumming all over his thigh. You stopped and let your high ride out and you felt yourself shake a little due to how intense your orgasm was. Jongho felt himself cum as well since he let out his release at the same time as you. Once the both of you came down from your highs, you got up from his thigh and cringed at how wet it was.

"I'm so sorry, bear -"

"Don't be. We both got to live out our fantasies." Jongho reassured you as he stood up and opened his locker before changing into a different pair of gym shorts. He took out your panties from the pocket of his previous pair before throwing them at you so you could put them on.

"Next time, let me know if you'll wear such a delectable outfit like this again. God you look so beautiful like this."

All you could do was giggle and nod before the two of you left the locker room.

[donatellawritings]

touch - r. jerimovich

pairing(s): richie jerimovich x f!reader

warning(s): none

song: nothing specific - whatever you desire

Richie absolutely feels the need to constantly maintain physical contact with you, especially if you are in the same vicinity as him, it brings him comfort, plus, it shows everyone that you're his, he'd never waste a chance to show his girl off

If the stars were to align and you both had the day off, nine times out of ten, the two of you would spend it together - whether you chose to spend it at home, or out running errands, Richie made sure to be at your side. If it were to be a day spent on the couch, Richie would be found laying on your stomach, mindlessly toying with the waistband of your shorts as you scratched at his scalp

Now, running errands easily became a challenge with a lover like Richie Jerimovich - if you bent down to grab your favorite box of cereal, there he was, either slapping your backside, or pretending to bang you from behind. And heaven forbid, if the young cashier happened to become a bit too smiley with you, you'd suddenly feel the weight of Richie's arm hanging around your shoulder as he stares down the cashier

Whether it be a drive home from work, or a drive to pick up Eva from school, maybe even a quick drive to pick up your paycheck - Richie's hand never failed to make its way to your thigh as he patted your leg along to the beat of whichever song that happened to be playing on the radio. And boy, did he love whenever you'd randomly lean over the center console to steal a quick kiss from him, even though he'd quickly become stressed out, "I'm going to fuckin' crash, if you keep doing this, sweetheart," and he'd say it with a gleeful smile

Of course, you loved having a bit of innocent fun with Richie's need for physical touch - maybe, you'd purposely brush against him as you made your way through the restaurant, or you'd allow your hand to fall high on his thigh as you leaned over him to talk to Sydney, maybe you'd even slide your hands across his stomach and nuzzle yourself into his side as he obnoxiously ranted to Neil

Now, what Richie loved the most? Showing everyone that you were his girl, and his alone. If you were at the bar, he'd have you sitting in his lap as he bounced his knee. If you were at dinner, he'd have your fingers interlocked with his across the table for the entirety of your meal - he'd even make sure to press his lips to your knuckles every now and again, sometimes he'd playfully bite down on your knuckles, for his own satisfaction.

You would think that his cravings for touch would calm down a bit, once the two of you were asleep, but you couldn't be more wrong. "Come here, baby, its cold," he'd rasp as he groggily pulled you into his chest, hooking your leg over his front as you sleepily hummed in response. And if you'd manage to roll over in your sleep, Richie would somehow find himself with his head laying on your chest with his hand cupping your breast, underneath his oversized shirt that you'd staked your claim on

Richard Lawrence Jerimovich absolutely loved taking showers with his girl. Half of the time would be spent with him rambling on and on about his frustrations at work, while you stood of your tiptoes to properly shampoo his hair, "Hold on, babe, let me fuckin'," he turned you around as he began to work the shampoo into your hair, "ah, there we go, so I fuckin' told Carmen-" and he'd continue his rant, unknowingly lulling you into a silent trance, but he didn't care, he got to play with his girl's hair while she leaned her naked body into his touch

Maybe physical touch eased his always looming cloud of anxiety? Maybe it made him feel wanted by the one he cherished the most? Richie doesn't know what it was about feeling you that could bring him back down to earth, even at his most blistering fits of rage, but it soothed him, it made him feel safe. Feeling you was a reminder to him that he has you, and god, Richie Jerimovich can never get enough of his girl

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thank you so much to my first ever anonymous request who sent this in <3 this was so so so much fun and cute to write and thank you for being my first request xoxo

[starboyshoyo]

The Summer After Graduation

Characters: Kalim Al-Asim, Deuce Spade, Trey Clover, Epel Felmier x fem!reader (separately)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: Fluff, domestic

Warnings: suggestive jokes, nothing inappropriate.

It’s the summer after graduation and the beginning of the rest of your life. After moving to your boyfriend’s hometown and living with his family, you begin to realize that there may be a future in Twisted Wonderland for you after all.

Part One (HERE) || Part Two (Malleus, Silver, Sebek)

Four years have passed since the Dark Mirror beckoned you forth. Your time at Night Raven College and as the Ramshackle prefect have come to an end. You and your high school sweetheart have made the decision to move back to their hometown and build a new life together, starting with the summer after graduation…

Kalim Al-Asim

‘The Asims are a generous family that love and cherish their son and future daughter-in-law. In tradition with our past, you and your lover will spend the summer at  Port Ormos, a seaside village off the coast of the Land of Scalding Sands. Don’t worry about transport or living situation- it will all be taken care of for you. We love you, Kalim, and we’re so proud of you for graduating!’ 

That’s what the letter from Kalim’s mother and father to him read. Right after graduating from NRC, you and your boyfriend were swept up in a gaggle of servants and guards. Jamil had packed all of your belongings already, and a bashful Kalim informed you that you were on your way to something he referred to as the ‘Asim pre-honeymoon vacation.’ It’s a tradition in my family for newlyweds to spend some time together at the village, he laughed. I guess they were just super excited to know I had someone as wonderful as you by my side, and got a little hasty! I hope you don’t mind.

With that, you were off through the magic mirror and on your way to your new summer home.

Kalim’s parents weren’t kidding when they said everything would be taken care of. Not only had servants transported all of your things neatly and carefully to the Asims’ manor overlooking the town, but a parade and festival had been thrown in honor of your arrival. Why, you might ask? Because the Asims owned the entirety of Port Ormos. You knew they were wealthy, but this was a whole other level. 

Immediately upon arrival, Kalim was dragging you into various shops and restaurants around town. Each time you walked through a door, you would be greeted warmly by eager staff and ushered in to have a look at their finest goods. Point to any one you like, and an attendant will be by your side, packing it into a bag for you or loading it up to carry it back to the manor. Only the best for Lady Asim, you hear managers whisper to their employees. 

In fact, it seemed like everyone in the harbor town treated you like you were part of the Asim family already, even though you were an ordinary student at Night Raven College not even a week ago. For the duration of the trip, you would take on the family name and honored titles. You don’t miss the happy, flustered grin that Kalim gives you every time someone calls you Miss Asim or Lady Asim. You’ve even caught him browsing jewelry shops for rings on more than one occasion… What could he be planning? 

Jamil, as usual, had been chosen to accompany you and Kalim on this trip. However, he wasn’t staying with you two in the manor- he and his own family had been given a beachfront home to stay in. While Jamil did check on you and Kalim from time to time, he mostly gave you your space, and for good reason. His eyes were still scarred from the time he walked in on you two in the dressing room… He’ll stay in his own home, thank you very much. 

Mornings in the harbor town with your boyfriend are much like those in Scarabia dorm, but with a lot more privacy. Kalim likes to sleep in late, and get up whenever he feels like it. So you two will be cuddled up in bed together for a while, even after waking up. If you do try to leave early you’ll be met with arms looped around your waist, and a sleepy Kalim mumbling in your ear, five more minutes? By the time you manage to roll out of bed, it’ll be noon. 

Your room in the mansion is just as luxurious as you could expect from the Asim family- a king-size bed with crisp white sheets, sheer curtains, and a gorgeous view of the sprawling port town far below. Breakfast consists of light sandwiches and wraps to start off your day, plus fresh-squeezed fruit juices or coffees to compliment the meal. It’s all cooked by Jamil of course, and brought up to your rooms by him as well. The Al-Asims weren’t taking a risk with the food prepared for you or Kalim- they would never forgive themselves if the newest member of their family were to get sick. 

Kalim is a very spontaneous person, one of the reasons you love him so much. Every day he’ll think of something new and fun for you to do. The world is his oyster, and you’re the pearl! You could stroll along the docks, holding hands and greeting every sailor along the way, or browse the street markets for artisan goods. Any time you stop to look at something for more than a few seconds, Kalim will drape himself over you and join you in ogling it over your shoulder. Anything fascinating to you is interesting to him too! There won’t be a boring day anywhere in your summer. 

When your time in Port Ormos comes to a close, you can’t help but feel a little sad. You and Kalim will spend one final day around town, enjoying your time together. Another festival is held in your honor- this time, in the evening- and Kalim will bring you out onto the balcony of your room to watch fireworks being launched into the sky. 

When the first round of sparks explode high above your head, you’ll notice he has a ring box in his hand. He even might trip a little as he gets down on one knee, he’s so hasty in trying to get everything right. 

I know this was supposed to be just a little taste of what life together is supposed to be like, but I want this every day with you, for the rest of my life! You bring me so much happiness and my family just adores you, too- not to mention, we’ll get to come back here! So please… won’t you marry me?” 

Deuce Spade

Moving into Deuce’s childhood apartment after graduation was a quiet but well-managed affair. You didn’t have much to transport anyways. However, formal introductions would have to be made when you arrive in the Kingdom of Hearts- you had never met Deuce’s mother before. You already knew what a generous and kind person she would be, though. Deuce spoke highly of her at all times. Her greetings to you are warm, and Deuce’s cheeks are dusted with pink. He looked as if his heart was going to explode- The two people he loved most in the world were finally meeting! Everything was all coming together now. 

Deuce’s family’s apartment is cozy and well-kept. The shelves are dusted and everything seems so homey. Looking down the hallways, you notice small, faded marks low on the wall- crayon scribbles. Frayed edges of carpets and photos on the walls make it clear- your boyfriend had been raised in such a loving environment. It’s not very big, Deuce tells you with an embarrassed look, but it’s the best we can do at the moment. I promise we’ll get a bigger home in the future. You look back at him with love in your eyes. It’s perfect, Deuce. Just take things one day at a time- little steps.  

Though Deuce tried his best in school, he wasn’t able to make it onto the honor roll. Still, the moment his mother saw his diploma from Night Raven College, she gasped and pulled him into a tight hug. His diploma and graduation photo were framed and hung on the wall- and with your permission, Deuce’s mother would frame and hang yours as well, right next to his. You and Deucey are first in our family to graduate, she would tell you proudly, admiring the papers on the wall. I’m so proud. Thank you for looking after him…

Well, you could say the same back to her. 

Within just a few days of returning home, Deuce had to start work. He had been hired in a mechanic’s shop halfway across town, and was gone on long shifts for most of the day. He’s not around much, but when he is, he tries his best to spend time with you. No matter what he’ll kiss you good morning and good night, even if you’re asleep when he leaves or arrives home. On his rare days off, he’ll make sure to take you on a date, even if it’s just eating a meal together in the park on a picnic blanket. He’ll bring you small gifts from the shops around town, from extra tips he’s collected over time. You will never feel unloved under his watch. 

During the day while Deuce is out working, you help his mother around the apartment. She’s perpetually cheerful when her son is around but sometimes, when it’s just the two of you at home, you’ll notice her having to sit down often and rub aching joints. The poor woman has worked herself to the bone trying to care for Deuce by herself all those years. When you ask her about it, she’ll confide in you- I haven’t told Deuce about this, she says with a rueful smile. I don’t want to worry him. But I’m so happy my little Deucey found someone so lovely and kind. I’d be proud to call you my daughter. 

After that conversation, you write a letter to Riddle Rosehearts- an old friend of yours who is studying to become a magical doctor. He agrees to have a look at Ms. Spade, and give her a trial medicine he’s been working on, free of charge- hopefully it will help with the pain. Deuce’s mother tries to protest- There’s no way I can accept such generosity! But in the end, she caves. She’s not quite ready to tell Deuce yet, but that’s alright. It’s just like you told him; things might take a while- we’ll start with little steps. 

Trey Clover

Living with your boyfriend’s family is hard work, but rewarding. Trey is expected to inherit the Clover family bakery when he gets older, and he works tirelessly to keep business up and running. His parents had doubts about you moving in at first- since the Rose Kingdom is on an island, they weren’t able to meet you previously. But with a bit of hard work and effort, they’re willing to look past your inexperience and see you for the wonderful person their son has come to love. 

During the day, when Trey is busy with work, his mother or father will help teach you the basics of running the shop- how to work the ovens and give orders to the employees, as well as use more advanced equipment they use to make the delectable treats they sell. Don’t mind the little ones when they ask for a sweet, Trey’s father tells you, sending a disapproving glance at his two younger children. Chances are they’ve already stolen one or ten from the back counter when you weren’t watching. 

Speaking of Trey’s younger siblings, they absolutely love you. His little brother has a bit of a puppy crush on you and will hang around the bakery when you’re working there. He’ll often have a little gift in his hand when he returns from playing outside. Look, I found this flower on the trail near the stables!  

Trey’s younger sister is just as adoring of you as her brother, but in a different way. She’s so used to roughhousing with two boys, and is super excited to have a sister around now! She’ll chat your ear off about anything and everything, and is always willing to help you out if you don’t know what to do with certain ingredients or bakery customs. 

Though Trey works long hours, the Clovers live above their bakery shop and he never has to deal with long travel times. That leaves him with a decent amount of time to spend with you. He’ll often ask you to accompany him on strolls around the village, where he goes out of his way to help neighbors. You learn that Trey has a bit of a reputation as a heartthrob in the small community where they live- they’re so excited to know someone has finally won his affections! The town’s golden boy is growing up so fast… 

At home above the shop, you and Trey are mostly left alone to your devices. His parents trust you enough not to monitor your every move- but Trey’s father has one rule. You two sleep in separate rooms, and no closing the door when you’re in the bedroom together! We have enough little sprogs running around underfoot already. You have to promise him that no funny business will be going on in the home. (Well, at least for now- but don’t tell him that!)

Epel Felmier

Having visited Harveston once before, the trip to Epel’s home village was like returning home after a long vacation. Epel’s grandmother, Marja, welcomes you back as kindly as ever, all the while nagging Epel for not visiting home more often! You should think about your lonely old granny from time to time, Epel. You aren’t in the village for long, though- for the summer, you would be visiting an entirely new place- a town a few hours south of Harveston, where the rest of Epel’s extended family resided. 

Epel’s aunts, uncles, cousins, and more have yet to hear about you. When you first step into the large farmhouse where the family has gathered, you’re immediately swarmed by dozens of blue-eyed, lavender-haired relatives, all gushing- Epel! Who is this young lady, and why didn’t you tell us about her before? She’s so cute! How did that sailor-mouth of yours manage to snag you someone so lovely? 

Epel might be a little sour over their comments. He gets a bit possessive at times- he wants your attention on him as much as possible, and there are so many people to compete with! I’m not rough all the time, y’know! I can be a gentleman when I want to be. Now hands off’a her, she’s mine. He’ll ease up a bit when you remind him to overstep. 

It’s a bit impressive how similar all of Epel’s relatives look. They’re all a bit on the short side, with the same hair and eyes. Small differences are evident in separate branches of the family, but overall they look very put together. You might feel like a bit of an outsider at first, but don’t worry! The feeling won’t last for long. It’s hard to feel lonely among such a boisterous crowd. 

During the warm months, the apple orchard is still in full capacity. While most of the apples aren’t ripe yet, a small sect of trees, the summer orchard, is ready for harvest. Everyone in the family pitches in to pick apples. Though you’re not as practiced, you join in on the fun! At least, you try until Epel’s youngest cousins grab your hands and pull you away to play with them. Marja tells you not to worry about work- they can handle it. Go have some fun!

Epel glares at his cousins as they retreat, dragging you in tow. Marja pokes him in the back with a smile on her face. Go on, boy, she tells her grandson. You can have the day off- spend some time with your lady love before those little rascals steal her away. She pauses. I wouldn’t mind having a granddaughter in law before I leave this earth. 

Red to the tips of his ears, Epel scurries after the children to find you. He joins you laying in the grass watching the kids nearby and mumbles in your ear- Y’know… I’ve been thinking- maybe it’s not a bad idea to get hitched after all. 

A/N: The Kalim favoritism is so obvious here… 

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 

[applecore6]

cw: use of she/her

“Do you think if we went to high school together we’d be together? Like high school sweethearts?”

“Hm?—” Her head perks up at the sound of his voice before processing the question. “—Oh we did go to high school together.”

“Hah?” Kuroo’s caught off guard by her matter-fact tone—as if it was common knowledge.

“Mhm. You went to Nekoma, right? I do recall hearing about the volleyball team. Weren’t you guys like really good?” She’s being way too nonchalant about this..

“Good is an understatement— What do you mean we went to high school together?”

“I mean we both attended the same educational facility??”

“No I mean, why have you never told me?”

She hums a sound as if saying I don’t know

“I’m not really one to come up to people and say “Hey, I recognize you. Did we go to school together?” that’s just breeding grounds for embarrassment.” She continues tapping on the screen in her hands, playing the mindless mobile game that just finished downloading. “Plus high school was a horrible time for me. I try not to dwell on it.”

“Horrible?” He tries not to pry. Tries.

“Yeah. Horrible.”

They had only been dating a couple months. A group assignment in their biology class marks the first interaction they ever had. He thinks about what she said a little.

“So.. if you hated high school so much, what drew you to me,” he vocalizes.

“The eccentric hairdo,” she replies curtly. “No but— I don’t know I’m not the best with words at the top of my head, but you really.. opened me up(?) not in a weird way. I just would’ve never voluntarily gotten to know a guy like you, but we started—y’know— being with each other a little more, and I thought, woah this guy is not what I expected at all.”

The words coming out of her flow out into the air straight into Kuroo’s brain. He feels the entirety of his face heat up at such a vulnerable confession from her.

“Umm.. back to the original question,” he mumbles out.

“Huh— oh yeah. No I don’t think we would’ve dated in high school. I was waayy too cynical. I probably grouped you with the rest of the jocks. At least now I know you’re a harmless little shit.”

Despite the lighthearted atmosphere, Kuroo couldn’t help but feel a little let down(?).

She hums out a sound at the sight of his face. If he had cat ears they’d definitely be pointed down.

“Hey. What’s with the face, don’t tell me you’re hurt little 17 year old me didn’t wanna date 17 year old Kuroo,” she teases him, but she can’t help the little bubble of pride she felt in her chest.

“I don’t know you’re just, you know, you. You’re really cool, and to be honest I’m kinda-what’s the word- I don’t know like. You’re telling me I could’ve known you even longer, spent even more time with you, maybe even know you a little better.” The words on his mind spilling out his mouth faster than he realizes.

It’s silent. She feels her chest tighten a little, and the feeling drops down to her stomach, spreading throughout her body. If this were a dumb 90s cartoon, she would’ve definitely gone comically red with hearts floating around her head like birds.

“Don’t worry you didn’t miss much—”she pauses thinking of the right way to word what she’s thinking “—I don’t remember much from high school if I’m being honest, but I remember the first time we met, I remember getting to know you, and I remember it felt good. I understood what people meant when they talked about young love, it feels like life before meeting you was kinda blurry, sometimes I forget that I’m a full fledged adult that’s lived years before this.”

It’s buzzing in both his ears. He doesn’t know what to say except—

“I love you, too”

Maybe they didn’t take the first chance they had together, but they’re with each other now. And they know they’ll be with each other tomorrow.

my writing is very bland and dialogue heavy, but i’m trying to get into it which is why im just vomiting into my tumblr drafts rn. forcing myself to write so i can get better T_T. theyre also very dialogue heavy cuz i dont rly have many ppl to yap to so in my head im having yap sessions with these characters.

this is kinda inspired by troy and annie from community with little crumbs of myself. (i fear im projecting myself onto the reader too much, but who cares this is my outlet)

[blushweddinggowns]

Steddie Drunk Dialing Fluff

Steve Harrington-Munson was probably one of the happiest men to be alive in the modern era. He had the perfect life, against all odds. Because apparently having your late teens and early twenties ruined by demons equated to a fantastic adulthood.

He had it all. A loving family, the best friend/surrogate sister he could ever ask for, and he was married to the love of his life. And okay, yes. That had included some extremely embarrassing revelations and internal meltdowns and... a pretty brutal disownment. But he had figured it all out in the end. And here he was, a decade later with a ring on his finger and a nice hyphenated name. Not to mention how he was basically a trophy husband.

Eddie hadn't wasted a moment of the last decade. A symptom of almost dying it would seem. He went for the GED, gathered the band back up, moved across the country to chase his dreams and play in every shitty dive bar he could until they were discovered. All while dragging Steve along for the ride.

As much as Steve had believed in him, neither of them had been prepared for his music career actually taking off. Especially not to the level it did. It was undeniable that his husband was an A-Lister, despite how universally hated he was by half the country. You don't get many out and proud metal front man who loved parading around his high school sweetheart at every social event he could. But Europe loved him, as did the entirety of gay, rebellious youths world wide.

It was so stupid. There Eddie was, painted as an insane freak who was fake-married. With tabloids running story after story about his secret children, his drug addiction, a wife from another country, anything that they could think of. All while Eddie spent every free moment at Steve's side, always opting for a night in with his baby when given the choice. And when he wasn't doing that, he was busy playing surrogate fun uncle to the kids, who were definitly not kids anymore. But that didn't stop them from all getting together for Dungeons and Dragons once a month, hundreds and hundreds of campaign hours on everyone's belts. And that was his life. Spending time with his family, forcing them on hikes and runs, volunteering, working occasionally to help Robin with her translating work, all while coming home to the sweetest thing that ever existed.

God, did Steve love that man. Reminiscing about the love of his life while he was on tour was not helping his fretful sleep. He just... really had given him everything. He loved him so much in fact that he was only slightly pissed when he was woken up at three a.m. from the phone ringing off the hook.

Steve reached for it blindly, still half-asleep when he mumbled, "Mm-Eds?"

"Steeeeeeeeeevie," Eddie's voice slurred back at him, "Baby booooy. How's my baby boy? I miss my baby boy."

Steve smiled despite himself, yawning into the phone. Eddie was lucky he was so cute, considering how the love of his life who could not remember what time zones were, "He misses you too. And he's a little tired right now babe. What's up?"

"Day drunk," Eddie sighed, "Guys, morning show, mimosas, hotel room to sleep it off. Missing you."

"You won't be missing me for long," Steve softly laughed. Though... hearing his voice was quite the reminder of how cold the bed suddenly felt, "Just... one more week. That's not too long right?"

"Too long!" Eddie groaned, dramatic, "I miss you now. Why can't I see you now? Wait-Can I see you now? Cause planes and trains and-"

"And no," Steve interrupted with a chuckle, "You'd only get me for a few hours before you'd have to leave again."

"Worth it," Eddie mumbled out, his voice a little muffled as he tumbled around in his hotel bed, "Want my baby."

The pathetic tilt to his voice was enough to make Steve's heart clench. God he was too precious. Suddenly a red-eye in the middle of the night for a two hour make-out session didn't sound like such a bad idea. But he could be the strong one for tonight, "You have me sweetheart. Want me to stay on until you fall asleep."

"Yes please," Eddie sighed, "Love your voice. It's so... nice. Like... audible perfume. Like poetry or something."

"Oh baby you are wasted," Steve said as he laid back down, nestling the phone to his ear, "Please tell me you drank some water before laying down?"

"... maybe?"

"Babe."

"I knoooow. Keep nagging me though. I missed that too."

"Is my bitching your bed time story?"

He could hear Eddie nodding, rusting against the fabric, "And it's the best. Keep going?"

Steve rolled his eyes, but he did what he was asked. Saying every silly little grievance he could think of. He whined about how cold it was in bed without him, how Eddie had promised to take out the trash before he left and forgot. Again. How he hated how quiet it was without him, how much he missed hearing his voice trailing in and out of every room.

And Eddie listened, mumbling out a few sleepy m'sorrys and I love yous along the way. Until all Steve could hear was the slow, steady sound of his breathing. But he didn't hang up. Not when that was one of his favorite sounds in the world. And the perfect thing to fall asleep to.

Steve smiled to himself as he closed his eyes, a little amazed that Eddie could still make him feel so loved, from hundreds of miles away.

But one thing was for sure. He still had to be the happiest man on earth.

[byhees]

hidden love ━━ ( 엔하이픈 희승 ) ♡ genre fluff high school au potential bestfriends2lovers warnings not proof-read petnames light injury mention

thinking about heeseung, who has been your best friend throughout the entirety of middle school, and now, three whole quarters of high school— and oh, did i mention that you have a big crush on him?

i mean, the real question here is, how could you not?? he’s such a sweetheart, and he’s always, without fail, been able to cheer your horrible day up with his little antics. well, for starters, he always gets you an extra portion of his usual sandwich, leaving the little meal on your desk, an apple-shaped sticky note beside it— breakfast’s the most important part of the day, so don’t skip it, okay princess? like okay okay, first why is this so cute, second what’s with the princess omg…

and, he loves, absolutely adores, walking you to all your classes, despite his being on the opposite end of campus; his little, kinda clumsily executed, jokes are horrible at best, but my god, why’re you giggling so hard??? it has to be that adorable smile he flashes whenever he realises how nonsensical his sentences sound, his head lightly shaking with light embarrassment. yeah… it’s definitely that.

also, don’t get me started on how unbelievably caring he is; he’ll stay up with you whenever you’re studying— doesn’t matter if he’s about to pass out asleep right on the plastic chair, he’ll do that just for you. he does so to bring small snacks and drinks to you, suggesting to take a quick break every so often. and don’t underestimate him when he says that he’ll pick you up and carry you over to the nearest couch for a brief nap; your dark eye circles, and the frequent massaging of your aching shoulders aren’t fooling him.

no because he cares about your health so, so much— even more than his own at times. that one time when you both unknowingly ended up in the nurse’s office? he completely disregarded his stomach pain, walking over to you with panic-laced steps. even recalling the incident makes you laugh— the way he examined and treated your sprained ankle made it seem as though you’d fractured a few bones. but thinking back to all his little actions, your heart does flutter; the countless number of times he looks out for you, the little vitamin drinks he leaves by your table…

and why does he have the strongest sixth sense known to mankind?? that doesn’t really help, considering your budding feelings. you’d snatch the opportunity to just admire him, and he’d suddenly, coincidentally, look up from his open textbook, unintentionally locking gazes with you. “were you just staring at me?” no silly, i was mowing my lawn— of course i was!! and don’t point it out!?

also, he’s just the absolute cutest, most endearing person ever when he walks over to you, a little teddy bear in hand, on that one particular day— national favourite person day, that’s what he calls it, and to be completely honest, you have zero clue on what that may be, but this gesture really warms your heart. like stop being so cute with your cute smile and your cute stuffed animal…

it’s no doubt at this point that lee heeseung, that boy right over there who’s focused on taking notes, is your crush; your crush who’s completely oblivious as to how his small actions tug heavily at your heartstrings.

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[abibliophobiaa]

Eddie Munson - hands

eddie munson x afab!pregnant!reader.

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It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

You were meant to be gallivanting across California. Celebrating the successes of Corroded Coffin’s newest album release. Enjoying their skyrocket to fame. Meant to be clinking champagne glasses and toasting to future endeavors.

Meant to be enjoying your new marriage, officiated by an Elvis impersonator on an impromptu visit to Vegas. Instead, you’re laid back on a crinkly bed of paper, staring up into a tiled ceiling, arm slung low over your hips, a colorful bandaid curled around the hitch in your elbow from the blood drawn only moments ago now.

Clutched in your other hand is the tiny little picture of your baby. Twelve weeks, based on the measurements the doctor had taken. Twelve weeks, and you’d been none the wiser. Chalked missed periods up to life on the road, to the adjustment in moving into your new home, to the chaos of life at present.

But no—no, it seemed fate had other plans. Plans of tiny hands and equally small feet. Little onesies and diaper changes, morning feedings and the sickness in the pit of your stomach for the past few weeks that definitely wasn’t only confined to mornings like some would have assured you.

You drove home in silence. One hand clutched tight around the steering wheel, the other over the small curve of your stomach you’d assumed was bloating from an oncoming period. Turned out it was only the little jumping bean dancing away within.

The door to the car slammed behind you, laughter from your backyard carrying over as you approach the side gate, slipping onto the patio with a exasperated sigh, the small bag of groceries and other necessities you’d grabbed at some stores on the way home thumping against your thigh.

Eddie jumped to his feet, telling the rest of the band who waved in greeting to hold on a moment before they continued in whatever they’d been talking about so he could help you. Normally you’d grin, lean over and kiss him soundly, thank him for the help. But anxiety crawled up your throat, robbed you of the excitement you’d normally feel for the man you’d loved since high school.

He waited until you were both inside your new home to say anything. Dropped the bags he’d taken out of your hands onto the kitchen island and dragged you closer by the belt loops on your jean shorts. Nudged his nose against the curve of your cheek until you grinned and finally leaned up to kiss him softly.

“How was the doctor?” he asked, rubbing a hand up and down your arm.

“I don’t want to talk about the doctor,” you groaned, slipping out of his arms. The refrigerator door was opened and you poured yourself a glass of lemonade, Eddie’s eyes narrowed on your form. “What? It wasn’t exciting. Normal stuff.”

Lie, lie, lie.

And you didn’t even know why you did it. It wasn’t like Eddie and you hadn’t dreamed up your future. Wondered what it would look like. Thought about if it involved a little Eddie or miniature you.

You just hadn’t expected it now.

“What did they say about you being sick?”

They’d said it was normal given your ‘condition.’ That despite you already being in your second trimester, sometimes women proceeded to be sick throughout the entirety of their pregnancy. A thought that made your stomach turn again, back of your hand pressed to your lips, inhaling deeply though your nose.

The momentary distraction proved enough to keep your eyes off of Eddie as he maneuvered around the kitchen island. Reached into one of the paper bags on the counter and accidentally knocked your pocketbook down with it. It was a brief moment. Thirty seconds passed, at most. But it was enough for him to notice the darkened edge of the photo the doctor had given you.

The little profile of the baby was unmistakable. Rounded head, curved back, little arms and legs tucked up near its face.

“Sweetheart…” Eddie lifted himself upright, the photo shaking in his trembling hands.

“I’m sorry,” you cried, stepping into the circle of his waiting arms as he pushed the photo onto the counter beside him, welcoming you into the safety of his chest.

“You’re sorry?” he questioned against your hairline, kissing the skin there. Tipped your head up until your eyes met his. You could see the tears collecting on his bottom lash line. Caught the subtle tremble of his bottom lip. “I—why are you sorry?”

“The timing. The album release. The upcoming tour,” you began, sniffling noisily. “The new house. And the fact we literally got married a few weeks ago. I haven’t even gotten used to thinking of myself as a wife and now I’m going to be a mom and I—”

“You’re pregnant.” A statement. Not a question.

Confused, you nod. “Yes, I guess that’s what I’m trying to tell you right now—”

“Are you happy about it?” he asked.

You hadn’t really thought about it. At the time you’d found out, your thoughts had been a whirlwind. Fears of potentially having put the baby in danger because you hadn’t known about it running rampant through your mind. Wondering if they were okay, if everything had looked normal. Wondering how to care for your body now that it was housing another human, what to eat, what to do. Thinking further down the line about swollen feet, aching back, and birth.

But now?

Eyes drifted over to the photo once more. Your fingers reached out to grip it in hand, holding it in the space between your husband and yourself, shoulder pressed into his chest, his hand curled around your hip. His ringed finger traced the profile of the baby’s head, and you allowed yourself the brief fantasy of Eddie a few months from now holding a newborn in his arms, cradling it like it was the most precious thing in this world.

A part of you. A part of him. Treasured and loved.

Even now.

You could see it in the waver of Eddie’s eyes. The softened look in that chocolate brown stare.

“I am,” you said, more so to yourself than anything else.

“Then everything else doesn’t matter,” he promised, drawing your gaze back to his face. “We figure it all out together.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” he promised, hand coming down to rest along your midsection. “I’m gonna be a dad, huh?”

“Crazy, right?” You wrinkled your nose and he kissed it, then kissed your forehead lovingly. “You excited?”

“Scared as all hell. But I’m excited.” He led you toward the side patio door, beaming so bright he mimicked the sun looming above. “Can I tell the guys?”

You nodded and Eddie slid the door open.

“Hey assholes!”

Three heads turned his way, brows arched high on their foreheads.

“I’m gonna be a dad!”

They whooped and hollered and clapped their hands like you’d both won a prize. And you laughed until your cheeks hurt, your husband’s band mates coming up one by one to congratulate you on the littlest Munson.

Later, you lay sprawled on your living room couch, your head on Eddie’s lap and his hand now where it permanently rested across your stomach.

His smallest friend, his newest little sheep, his child.

It was quiet, the sounds of your television lulling you into a welcoming sleepy daze.

And then, “What do you think about the name…”

——

[wttcsms]

Hihi i saw ur request box was open & i just couldnt resist! A big confession to make here, uhh ive been such a big fan of u and yr writings and also u were the v first fanfic blog i came across a couple years ago so yea, u literally open my third eye to a whole new world of fics👉👈 🥺

i feel like you havent written angst in a while–and bc i miss ur angsty haikyuu fics– sooo could i request post-breakup college!au with atsumu or iwai (honestly anyone who'd best fit the scenario cuz i trust ur characterization👌) abt the aftermath of the breakup, them seeing us on campus and unconsciously following us with their eyes, reschin to help out on instinct only to realize theyre no longer together, thinking about what could've been just reminisce reminisce

ahhhh im sry honestly dont know how to expand more on the idea

thank you for stealing my ficvirginity😃

pairing atsumu miya x f!reader word count 2.1k content contains exes still in love, college!au, mutual pining author's notes hi <3 i remember you (eycee, right?). don't be a stranger! you can always dm me and say hello :) thank you for the constant support. not sure if this fic is angsty enough, but i wanted yours to be the first req i do <3

“Hi, welcome in! Let me know if— Oh.”

Your voice falters, recognition and maybe even something similar to embarrassment flits across your face, and a split second later, you go back to smiling like nothing’s wrong. Like the two of you haven’t spent the better half of this month actively avoiding each other at all costs, even though the sprawling acres of the University of Tokyo suddenly feels too small. The entirety of Japan has felt too small ever since it became his mission to never cross paths with you ever again. 

This mission of his started just a little over two weeks ago, on the very same day you decide to use his heart as your own punching bag. The worst part of it all, though, is the fact that he doesn’t even hold any type of contempt for you. It’s a cruel sort of joke; sometimes, Atsumu Miya feels like everything bad that happens to him is just some sort of sick punchline in a sitcom instead of real life. 

Usually, when girlfriends find out their high school sweetheart is going to be a wildly successful (and rich) professional athlete, they’ll do anything in their power to hang onto him.

You decided to snip the invisible string tying the two of you together, and you did it so effortlessly, so quickly, that Atsumu had to make sure that he hadn’t been imagining the last four years of your relationship. 

He’s got his hands shoved in his pockets, and he’s torn between staring at you like a total creep or looking at everything in the campus bookstore but you. He settles for the former, scared that this will be his last opportunity to really look at you. 

Neither of you is saying anything. It’s a Saturday and so no one else is even in the bookstore this morning, and Atsumu wants to say something, anything, but he’s never been that great at carefully picking his words, and he’s scared out of his mind that he’ll say something stupid and prove once and for all that you had been right to break up with him. Better yet, he wants you to say something. He wants you to give him a better explanation instead of the bullshit you told him in his apartment. 

We just want different things.

What does that even mean? He thinks he would have shouted out that question, if only your little break up speech hadn’t caught him so off guard. Different things? The two of you wanted different things? Sure, Atsumu likes to sleep in a freezing cold apartment, and you need the room to actually be at a reasonable temperature. And maybe Atsumu has a penchant for overly fried, greasy foods when all you want (and deserve) is a fancy dinner. Maybe Atsumu wants to be at a sports store instead of browsing aisle after aisle in Sephora, but he doubts these different wants have accumulated so much that you felt you had no choice but to break his heart. 

“Hey, Miya.” You say it softly, dropping the perky customer service voice you greeted him with before you turned around and realized who he was. And he flinches. He fucking visibly cringes at the way you speak to him, walking on eggshells and going back to formalities like he’s barely above a stranger to you.

Miya.

(Did you know that he wanted to make that your last name?

Do you know that he still does, even now?)

“Hey,” he replies back, curling his fingers into fists inside his pocket. He thinks his voice comes out all scratchy, like how it always sounds when you don’t use your voice nearly enough. He clears his throat awkwardly. Everything feels awkward; everything feels wrong. He says “hey”, but what he really means to say is please don’t call me Miya; you know the color of my toothbrush, you don’t have to call me Miya. 

“Were you looking for something?” 

You.

Subconsciously, Atsumu finds himself seeking you out. He walks by another girl on campus and almost breaks his neck with the speed he turns around to catch a whiff of the perfume wafting from her body because he swears it’s the same fragrance you favor. He walks by the building that houses all the classrooms for your specific major, even though it’s located on the opposite side of his own classes because he secretly hopes against all hope that he’ll run into you, and you’ll see him and fall in love with him again. He goes to the same restaurants the two of you frequently ate at together, and he orders your usual because you can never finish your entire meal and always have him finish off the leftovers for you (and the food is always good, but somehow it doesn’t taste the same when your utensils haven’t touched it first). And he doesn’t even need to be here, doesn’t even care enough about his stupid class to go out of his way to buy the study guide, but he knows you’ve started picking up the weekend shifts at the campus bookstore, and suddenly, he cares enough about passing to get the damn study guide. 

He shrugs. “Just some stupid workbook to study for an upcoming exam, but it’s not that serious.” 

“Oh. Is Dr. Furata giving you a hard time again?” 

“How do you do that?” Atsumu blurts out, wanting to kick himself for giving too much of himself away. You already own every centimeter of his heart and maybe his soul. You don’t need anything else from him; he’s almost certain there’s nothing left for him to give you, but he can’t help but impulsively ask the damn question that’s been running through his mind ever since you left him behind. 

Did you know that when you’re confused, your brows furrow together, and you get this adorable, endearing crinkle in between them? Do you know that he still finds that same expression as cute as he did when you still called yourself his girlfriend? 

“What are you talking about?” 

How can you just stand there and act like you never crushed his heart? How do you wake up in the morning and not feel like your life is missing something important, like you’ll never feel whole again? How can you keep him wrapped around your finger, and then have the audacity to not even realize it? How did you let him go so quickly? 

Practicing caution, he swallows hard before clarifying, “How do you know everything?” Because if you can act like he’s just a polite acquaintance, like he’s nothing more than another fellow classmate, he can try to play pretend too. He can act like there’s not enough history between the two of you to fill up every damn textbook in this stupid store. “Yeah, Dr. Furata’s been on everyone’s ass. Somethin’ about midterm grades being worth a quarter of our overall grade.” 

“Believe me, you’re not the first victim of Dr. Furata’s to come wandering in the store. I think I have a few more of the workbooks he suggested in stock. Let me go check.” 

It’s instinct at this point for Atsumu to just follow you. If he uses his imagination, it’s almost like he’s back to browsing in a makeup store, walking aimlessly in every aisle, following you loyally because he’s happy to have you lead the way and he doesn’t care where he ends up, so long as you’re there with him. 

But this isn’t an afternoon date with you. This is him following a bookstore employee. After you find that study guide, which is really nothing more than his flimsy excuse for seeking you out, you’re going to ask him “card or cash?”, ring him up at the register, and he’s going to walk out that door and have to act like he’s still not in love with you. All the while, you’re doing fine. You’re fine right now, and you’re going to be fine when he leaves, and you’re probably going to be fine, five years down the line, when you’re happy with someone else and Atsumu is alone because in this little hypothetical, he still hasn’t gotten over you.

He is trailing behind you in this bookstore, and your back is facing him, and he’s panicking because he doesn’t think he’s capable of not loving you. 

Just two weeks ago, you knew him better than anyone else in the world, maybe even better than Osamu, perhaps even better than he knows himself. Now, you just give him a polite smile as you grab the small stool to reach the books located at the very top of the shelf. 

“God, I hate the way we organize everything in the store.” You say, lightheartedly complaining. He knows you do. He knows because he’s known you for nearly a decade. The two of you have grown up together. You made this same complaint sprawled out on the couch in his apartment. 

When he doesn’t reply, you look down to see if something’s the matter, only to do it too quickly that you find yourself losing your balance. Before you can come crashing to the floor, Atsumu is quick to catch you, and you pretend that his protective embrace isn’t comforting. You pretend not to notice that he’s wearing the cologne you bought him for Christmas last year, and you continue to pretend that you don’t miss him at all, that you don’t still love him. 

And for a second, the two of you both pretend that you’re still with each other. That it’s perfectly okay to savor this intimate moment, that his arms wrapped around your body right now isn’t awkward in the slightest. He’s staring at you with a sort of starstruck, boylike wonder, and it’s so familiar, so sweet, because it’s the way he always used to look at you. His lips part slightly, like he’s about to say something, and—

The loud ring! interrupts whatever moment the two of you are sharing, and you nearly jump out of his arms. You hear the distinct footsteps of another student, and you adjust your shirt before remembering where the two of you are — what the two of you are. Not a couple. Barely even friends. Just a bookstore employee and a student that needs a book. That’s all the two of you are allowed to be.

“I should probably go check up front and make sure they don’t need any help.” You tell him, biting down on your lip. “Anyway, did you need anything else, or would you like me to check you out right now?” 

He blinks a few times, as if still in a daze. “Uh, yeah, sure.” The tips of his ears are flushed a light pink. “Y-yeah, I’m done here.” 

The two of you practically race each other to the front of the store, and you step behind the counter to scan his workbook. He drums his fingers, looking around the store. When he’s nervous, he likes to be moving. You know this. 

Just looking for an excuse to use his hands, Atsumu mindlessly picks a pack of gum off a nearby rack and slides it towards you so you can also scan it. You know you shouldn’t say it. You know it’s supposed to be a clean break. Instead, you tell him, 

“Actually, if you want, I have the fruit variety flavor.” 

“Huh?” This catches his attention. 

You reach into one of the boxes that have just been shipped to the store, rummaging through a tiny one before revealing a shiny, new package of gum, this one advertising all the flavors based on tropical fruits. “Would you rather have this one?” 

“Oh, yeah!” As if truly forgetting what the two of you actually are (exes, strangers with too much history, two people still pretending like they’re not in love), his eyes light up. “How did you kno—” He doesn’t finish the question. He knows the answer to the question. 

You’re quick to finish ringing him up, the “polite strangers” illusion being completely shattered. It’s obvious, really, that there are always going to be parts of Atsumu that still live deep inside of you. You can only hope that this isn’t the case for him. 

You hand him the bag, and when he grabs it from you, your fingers just barely graze each other’s. Atsumu is scared — scared that this might be the last time he ever feels your touch. 

And because you’re a glutton for punishment, you find yourself telling him,

“Don’t be a stranger.”

You can’t tell who’s more devastated: you or him.

[8myass]

.. sweetheart .. pairing. jeong yoonoh/jaehyun x female reader genre. angst, fluff pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) synopsis. you realize the man you hate might actually be quite hot. wc. 0.9k cw. “enemy”!jaehyun, nerd!reader tw. enemies to lovers kinda?, cursing, mentions murder (it’s a silly joke), depictions of violence (all in good fun), reader realizing she might like jae a/n. third work in the jaehyun birthday event! i really like this one actually?! not proofread or edited, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes!

You were sitting in silence at your desk, peacefully writing down the notes the professor was yelling out over the entirety of the room, loud enough so that anyone should be able to hear her. However, beside you sat your very oblivious seatmate, Jaehyun, who had no idea what she was even talking about, earbuds in his ears as he blasted some hardcore rock music as loud as he possibly could, loud enough that you heard every beat precisely, almost as clear as he heard it himself. His phone was pulled out behind his textbook that he had stood up on top of his desk, which made it very obvious that he was hiding something behind it, but the professor was too fed up with the day that she didn’t bother to scold him about it as she always did, just wanting to leave and go home, deeming it not worth the argument today when she has barely over ten minutes left to continue speaking her mind about the given topic.

You sighed deeply, yet nearly silently as you glanced over at the incompetent male next to you. He was older than you, but not by much at all, and he certainly did not act as though he was older than you in any sense, if anything he acted younger than you. You were already fed up with his shit and you only recently joined his class, a new semester starting up which brought the beginning of this new class, with him by your side.

You couldn’t help but feel like the universe was picking on you to an extent. I mean, pairing you up with someone like him. You focused on school all the time, homework was a stress-relief for you, and if your hand didn’t have a pencil in it, your head was buried in a random book you pulled off one of many bookshelves littering your near-empty dorm bedroom. Meanwhile, Jaehyun hasn’t completed a single assignment for any subject on his own, making either his friends – meaning the ones who kiss his ass to be considered “cool” around the campus – do it for him, or he simply flirts with the professor into passing him for the assignment, whether he’s done it or not. He seems like he has a superiority complex, like he believes he’s all high and mighty, better than everyone he’s surrounded by. 

You hated that. You truthfully loathed that about him.

Not to mention, he noticed that you liked to hang out by yourself and he took it into his own hands to find you friends so you’re not lonely, because he thought that’s why you were always separated from the crowd. There is no explanation for why he decided he needed to be the one to find you friends, but he did it without asking you first, showing up to your dorm with a bunch of random people and inviting him, as well as those random people, into your place. 

Now that you’re sitting in class, waiting for the professor to dismiss the class so she could go home and rest for the rest of the day, you couldn’t help but glare at him. You wanted to rip his gorgeous brown strands of hair out of his perfectly sculpted head, gauge his stunningly tired hazel eyes out, and rip that tongue out of his sexy mouth as he flicked it over his bottom lip while focusing on something popping onto his phone screen.

“What are you looking at me for?” he asked, eyes meeting yours with a hint of curiosity in them, pulling one earbud out of his ear, waiting for a response.

“I just realized you’re quite handsome,” you shrugged, turning back to your notes as you glanced up at the professor again.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where did this come from?” he sat up quickly, bumping the desk and sending his textbook falling down onto the desk, a loud bang echoing through the room, all eyes snapping over to him. He apologized quietly to his classmates and the professor who simply sighed, waving his apologies off, being so accustomed to his disturbances by now that it didn’t bother her quite as much as it would’ve when she had first welcomed him to her class. 

“Yes, Mr. Jeong, I’m well aware you’re sorry, you always are, aren’t you?” she inhaled deeply, speaking again only as she exhaled, “Well, that should be all for today’s class session anyway. Please, enjoy the rest of your afternoon.”

She spun on her heels and walked to her desk, gathering her things before racing out the door, making her way out faster than any of the students themselves had even gotten out of their chairs. You stood up as well, scoffing with a subtle wink as you looked over at Jaehyun who was just sitting there staring up at you, his head cocked, looking like a lost puppy, “I will simply kill you with kindness since the alternative is illegal.”

With those words, you packed your books into your bag, slinging it over your shoulder before walking out the same door the professor had exited from. He hurried after you, question after question flying out of his constantly gaped mouth until you arrived in front of your dorm, sighing and spinning around to poke his chest with your pointer fingers, “This is where you stop, but I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

He nodded quickly, “Definitely. I’ll meet you here in the morning. When’s your first class?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, genuinely not being able to believe he was kissing your ass so much. I mean, all you were trying to do was play the same game he’s playing with you, but toward him instead. How is he falling for it so quickly? You laughed before handing him your phone, letting him put his number into the device before throwing it back into your pocket, “I’ll text you.”

[juceynightmare]

run away with me (18+) - mjf songfic oneshot

my masterlist

mjf masterlist

pairing(s): mjf x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, some time skipping, never forget that max is a choir kid, unprotected sex, no beta we die like men, soft!max because he’s so in love

genre(s): fluff, angst, established relationship, very little smut

summary: reader is going across the country for college while max is staying home to pursue his wrestling career. on their last night together alone, reader asks max to sing to her. she reminisces on the entirety of their relationship throughout high school while max wishes that she really would just run away with him.

word count: 9,036

song: run away with me by kait kerrigan and bree lowdermilk as performed by jeremy jordan

let me catch my breath

this is really hard

the karaoke track’s backing piano played over his phone speaker, as max stood at the foot of the bed.  he had y/n’s phone in his hand with the lyrics to the song pulled up in case he forgot out of nerves, of course, that’d be impossible considering max knew this song by heart. he was stood in front of her in only a pair of boxers and his hair still damp from the shower they had just taken together. she sat at the edge of the bed, facing him with only his shirt on and her underwear. countless hickeys littered their necks, and for max, there were many more across his chest.

this wasn’t the first time that max had come over to sleep over at her house, but it was the first time both of their parents allowed them to have the door closed when the two were in there, as well as allowing max to sleep in the same bed as y/n for the night.

if i start to look like i’m

sweating, well

it’s ‘cause i am

y/n wished she had her phone just so she could record this moment - the last time for a long while until she would be able to hear max sing to her in person again. she loves his voice, has been in love with his voice ever since she first heard him sing at that choir concert her friends dragged her to freshman year because “the choir here is good!” and max just so happened to have a solo that night. his song of choice for their last night together had only reminded her of the beginnings of their relationship and the way she was thankful to still be with her high school sweetheart - even if they were about to be separated by distance.

i’m not good with words

but that’s nothing new

she remembers the first actual conversation she had with max. she knew of him before the choir concert, they had gone to middle school together and sat next to each other in english class their freshman year. because of their seating arrangement, the two would make small talk during partner work. it wouldn’t be until after the choir concert that y/n would spark up an actual conversation with max the next time she saw him in class.

“didn’t know you could sing so well, max. i’m happy i got dragged to the choir concert, otherwise i would have never known that my english partner is such an amazing singer.” she said in greeting, taking her seat beside him and taking out her binder.

max simply stared at her, his eyes wide in shock that she had actually greeted him with something other than a simple “hey max.” he had found the girl pretty, but with their limited interactions and the way y/n would immediately run off after class because she’d have to make it across campus in the 8 minute passing period, max never found the perfect moment to talk to her.

“can i get your number?” max blurted out in response, a light pink rising to her cheeks. it was y/n’s turn to stare at max with wide eyes, feeling her own face heat up.

she smiled, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she giggled - a habit she had that max would soon learn in the weeks to come. she took out her phone and slid it to him under the desk just as the bell rang to announce that class had started.

“i was expecting a ‘thank you’, maxwell.” she teased, crossing her arms over her desk once she felt max take her phone.

she felt max drop her phone back into her lap, and he mumbled under his breath just loud enough for her to hear him, “sorry, i lose my ability to speak english when a pretty girl compliments me.”

she smiled at his words, keeping her gaze trained on her teacher who began the class as she reached for her phone in her lap and slipped it back into her pocket. she certainly wasn’t expecting max to flirt with her, considering they would only ever talk about their assigned readings.

but y/n certainly wasn’t complaining either.

still i have to try to explain

what i want to do

with you

y/n closed her locker after putting away the binders and textbooks she wouldn’t need to bring home that day. she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around, expecting to see max. well, she did see max, it just wasn’t her max.

caster smiled at y/n, and said, “max is in the choir room already. he skipped seventh hour.”

that’d certainly explain max’s absence, but y/n was visibly upset that max hadn’t waited for her to walk him to the choir room. ever since they exchanged numbers, max and y/n texted and called nonstop if they weren’t talking to each other in english class, hanging out at lunch, or y/n was walking him to the choir room after school for max’s musical rehearsal before she’d head home.

it was the way max would go out of his way to walk her to class between classes just so they could see each other and talk that made y/n realize that max was attractive to her: physically and emotionally. it wouldn’t be until one day that max would text her in the morning that he was sick and wouldn’t be at school that day that y/n realized how much she missed max’s presence. that was also the day that she realized that she most definitely had developed a crush on max.

“don’t be so sad now, y/n. he sent me here to get you.” caster said, laughing at the way confusion had spread across y/n’s face. “now put this on.” he thrusted a blindfold into her hands, and y/n simply stared down at the fabric.

“did he send you here to kidnap me?” she asked, looking back up at caster.

“actually, yes.” caster mused, taking the blindfold from her when he realized she wasn’t going to put it on. he pulled it over her eyes for her, and before she could protest, caster pulled her backpack off of her and slung one strap over his shoulder.

“hey! that’s my- max!” she screamed in shock once she felt caster’s arms wrap around her legs and he lifted her off the ground. she laughed as caster slung her over his shoulder, her arms instinctively wrapping around his midsection as she felt him run out of the hall and towards what she could only assume to be the choir room.

eventually, she was set down and y/n could just feel the way there were multiple pairs of eyes fixed on her. caster pulled the blindfold off of y/n, and when her eyes adjusted to the dark room, the lights were suddenly turned on. she gasped at the sight in front of her, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she tried to process everything happening in front of her.

the same song max had sang at that choir concert was playing on the speakers, and a road of rose petals was laid out in front of her. on each side of the rose petal road, there stood max’s choir friends holding out a rose for her to take, and at the very end of the path stood max, dressed in a suit and a stupidly wide, but nervous, smile plastered on his face.

caster nudged y/n forward, and she stumbled a bit before she walked through the path and collected the roses from each person until she finally made it up to max. he stopped her in place about three feet away from him by holding his hand.

she hadn’t even noticed he was holding a sign behind his back, still in shock at the entire display that she had found herself walking into. max held up the sign for her to read while caster appeared beside him and held out a sharpie to her.

“y/n, would you run away with me to homecoming as my girlfriend?” y/n read the sign out loud, tears welling in her eyes as she met max’s gaze.

she took the sharpie from caster’s hand, walking up to max and checking off the “yes” box while the people in the room whooped and hollered for max.

he held the sign out for caster to take so he could wrap his arms around y/n, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. he felt her body shake, and max could hear the faint sound of her crying over the sounds of everyone cheering for them.

“why are you crying, baby?” max asked as he pulled away from the hug to cup y/n’s face in his hands. he liked the way it felt to call y/n baby, and the way it felt to hold her face in his hands as he wiped away her tears with his thumb.

she smiled up at him through her tears, one that sent max’s head reeling and his heart flipping in his chest.

“i’m just so happy. i had no idea you even had a crush on me, and now you’re my boyfriend and my homecoming date?” she admitted, happy tears still falling from her eyes despite max’s best efforts to wipe them away. y/n could feel the way her heart had began to beat rapidly as if she had just ran a marathon, all because max had pulled off this grand gesture just to ask her out and called her baby. the feeling of his hands on her skin had only sent electric shocks through her, and y/n finally recognized how deep her feelings for max truly ran - even if they were only freshmen in high school.

“i had a feeling you liked me too. so instead of cutting around the whole talking stage bullshit, i listened to my gut and decided to just ask you out.” max admitted, his smile mirroring her own. “my gut’s never wrong, and now i have a bomb-ass girlfriend.” he laughed.

she stayed behind that day to watch max during his rehearsal, texting a photo of the sign max had made her to her parents and instantly being met with a “does this boyfriend of yours want to come over for dinner tonight?” from them.

with you

run away with me

they wouldn’t kiss until their first anniversary. before then, it was just hand holding and innocent kisses on the back of the hand, forehead, cheek, anywhere but the lips. they were both too shy and too scared to fuck up their first kiss. their anniversary fell on a saturday that year, which meant that they had the entire day together and max had gotten permission to sleep over at y/n’s house that night. of course, with the rule being that max would sleep out on the couch and when they were in y/n’s room, they’d leave the door wide open.

they had let their parents know immediately of their new relationship, and although their parents weren’t exactly too accepting to begin with - when y/n and max hit the sixth month mark of their relationship, their parents realized that this was more than just your average high school fling. since then, they would regularly have dinner at each others houses at least once a week, and both families loved them.

they were also relieved to know that max and y/n hadn’t even kissed yet - which meant that their little babies were still innocent.

until that day, of course.

max and y/n were laying down beside each other in her bed watching the hamilton musical. max had his arm slung around y/n’s shoulders with the girl laying on her side resting her head against max’s chest with one arm wrapped around his midsection.

despite the two have never kissing in the entire year of their relationship, the two loved their share of physical touch. they were definitely the hallway couple of the school, always seen with max’s arm slung over her shoulders or waist, with y/n’s arm looped through his, them just holding hands, or hugging each other for far too long whenever max would drop her off at class before running to his own.

y/n smiled in amusement at the thought, and she unconsciously began to rub the palm of her hand over max’s abs. max was buffer than he was their freshman year. the sophomore boy having picked up an interest in bodybuilding and hitting the gym every night.

“i could take off my shirt right now if you wanted to feel up on my abs without the fabric.” max teased her, catching her in the act of feeling his abs through the fabric of his shirt. she felt her face heat up and she pushed herself up off of him so she could turn to look at him.

max had also gained quite an ego ever since he started his bodybuilding journey. and although y/n loved having such a buff, hot boyfriend. she sometimes missed the shy boy that had asked for her phone number because he didn’t know how to say “thank you” to a compliment.

but when she saw the blush and shy smile that had appeared on max’s face because she had just been feeling up on him, she knew that deep down, that same shy boy that forgot how to speak english properly whenever she was around was still in there.

so, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his before pulling away quickly. it hadn’t even been for a second and would definitely be considered a peck. before she knew it, max’s hand had found the back of her neck and he was pulling her in for another kiss.

“fucking finally.” he whispered against her lips, a smile pulling on his lips as he kissed her tenderly.

max and y/n finally understood what people meant by feeling fireworks when they kissed someone they had a connection with. after all, they both felt fireworks that tingled all the way down to the ends of their fingers and their toes as they kissed each other.

a cough from the doorway had the two pulling away from each other. y/n instantly shoved her face into max’s chest and she didn’t need to even look to know that max’s face was probably as beet red as hers was.

“hey mama.” max greeted y/n’s mom, his voice cracking and causing max to have to clear his throat afterwards. he wrapped his arms back around y/n’s frame, who tried to further bury herself in max’s chest.

“i’m just going to leave these right here.” y/n’s mom said, amusement laced so heavily in her tone as she set down two plates of food on y/n’s desk. “you’re so lucky it’s me and not pops.” she laughed, clearly having fun with teasing the two teens, although she could only see max’s reaction. “don’t forget we’re just down the hall. also, turn down the tv. i need to be able to make sure nothing else is going on in here without having to walk in and see something else i don’t need to be seeing.” she told them, before turning and leaving the room.

“is she gone?” y/n mumbled, her voice muffled.

max grabbed the remote and turned down the tv volume, not wanting to get on y/n’s mom’s bad side. “yeah, she is.” he told her, smiling down at y/n once she lifted her head from his chest. max pushed her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear, leaning down and pressing a soft, quick kiss to her lips before relaxing back against her bed. “we should just run away together. maybe then we’ll get to kiss more with the door closed.” he hummed.

y/n slapped his chest playfully and whispered, afraid that her parents might hear her, “what’s stopping us from kissing with the door open?”

that was enough for max to turn the volume back up on the tv and flip them over so that y/n was laying under him. between fits of giggles and laughter, max and y/n kissed each other until they heard the sound of her parents down the hall making their way to y/n’s room to let max know it was time to go to sleep on the couch.

let me be your ride out of town

let me be the place that you hide

we can make our lives on the go

run away with me

the first time they said “i love you” to each other was during their junior year.

it wasn’t a grand gesture like the way max had asked her out. it wasn’t cute and embarrassing like the first time they kissed. and it wasn’t as intimate as the first time they explored each other’s bodies at max’s house when his parents weren’t home.

no. instead it was sad, full of tears, and in the backseat of max’s car.

max was sitting down with his back pressed against the door and his legs stretched out against the backseat with tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. in his arms, y/n laid down on top of him with her head shoved in the crook of his neck as she cried softly.

naomi. the name of the girl who had befriended max in their elementary years and had been close to him up until now. she hadn’t ever been fond of y/n, but max never cared to find out why - even if naomi had dubbed herself as “max’s best friend” which max clearly didn’t agree with.

she is also the same girl who, that very morning, had forwarded y/n photos of max supposedly kissing another girl at a party that past weekend. a party that y/n knew max had gone to because he had told her.

y/n confronted max and before she knew it, max was already driving to her house to pick her up and demand that she show him the photos.

he hadn’t kissed another girl - didn’t even think anyone else could ever compare to y/n. and clearly, y/n thought he was lying to her.

ever since max had joined the football team, he had been surrounded by hot, young cheerleaders who would ask him for pictures because max was, in fact, one of the only good players on the team that was attractive. he hadn’t noticed how the extra attention from other girls had affected y/n, considering that max would always go to her immediately after and greet her with a kiss and she seemed fine.

but he couldn’t have been more wrong. especially since y/n had weakly beat at his chest while crying and yelling at him that if he wanted a hotter, younger, cheerleader girlfriend that all he had to do was break up with her instead of cheating on her at a party.

he assured her he didn’t cheat on her. that was the first thing max made sure to get through to y/n’s head. after all, max isn’t a brainless asshole who would purposely hurt the one girl who had seen him grow from a small, shy boy to a big, (admittedly) egotistical man and still wanted to be his girlfriend through it all.

he loves her. he’s known that fact for a long while now but had never voiced it. and max would never, ever cheat on the one girl who he loves with his entire being.

so, after finally convincing y/n to get in the car and driving off to their spot - a parking lot off the side of the hill that gave them a perfect view of the city - max called up naomi and pretended to be thankful for her just to prove that naomi photoshopped an image with her goddess-like photoshop skills for… well he didn’t know what reason but they’d find that out soon.

and it worked perfectly.

after naomi had admitted to photoshopping the image to send to y/n because she didn’t think y/n deserved max for reasons like “you’re clearly ashamed of her, you don’t post her ever on your social media.” and “you guys don’t even look good together. you and i look amazing though”, max had snapped and told naomi to go back to giving 10 cent blowjobs on the street because she would never be able to give him one with how ugly her personality was.

after proving that max was set up and naomi had ill-intentions, max immediately tackled on the next worrying thoughts that had plagued y/n’s mind.

it was then that y/n let him know how insecure she’s been feeling, and had even began to cry in front of max. he pulled her close to him and held her as she cried, holding her face to the crook of his neck so that she wouldn’t see the way that max had also began to cry at her words.

he felt ugly. how could he not have realized how insecure his girl has been feeling? they’ve been together for over two years now, and max thought that he could read every little thing that had passed through y/n’s mind at that point.

hearing her cry into his neck and feeling her body shake with each sob had max’s heart breaking in his chest. he had made her cry before, but never like this. it was never a sad cry, and max never wants to be the reason why she’s having a sad cry.

“and then the photo being sent to me just fucking tipped me over. i know now it’s fake and this naomi bitch is a skank, but it doesn’t change the fact that i’m so fucking hurt by it because one day, it could be a reality. one day you’re going to wake up and realize that there’s someone better than me that wants you, and you’re gonna leave me for her.” she cried through labored breaths. y/n wasn’t one to swear, but the fact that she was swearing in that moment let max know that she’s been bottling up her emotions for far too long now.

it was enough to make max’s heart break.

“i love you.” max cried, tightening his grip around the girl as he pulled her closer to him. “i fucking love you, y/n. you are my girlfriend. you’re the best there ever is and ever will be, and i know that. i don’t need someone who’s hotter or younger or whatever the fuck you think is attractive to me. because the fact of the matter is, i’m so in love with you, y/n. and i’m sorry i never realized how much you were hurting all alone.” he was full on sobbing in that moment, and y/n had raised her head so that they could look at each other eye-to-eye.

she could see how much max regretted not realizing how insecure she’s been. she could feel the way her heart yearned to pick up the pieces of max’s heart that she could tell was hurting just as much as hers. above all, she could feel the way that max had truly meant his words. he loves her, and she loves him.

she raised her hands to cup max’s face, and a bittersweet smile tugged at her lips. “i should have told you sooner.” she whispered, wiping away at max’s tears with her thumbs as he raised his hands to do the same to her.

“it’s okay. i know now which is better than finding out too late.” he whispered, leaning forward so that he could press his forehead against hers. “i never want to make you feel like that ever again, even if i didn’t mean to make you feel insecure about yourself.”

“can you say the thing again? what you said earlier.” she asked softly, finally having calmed down as her tears had stopped welling in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.

“i love you.” max replied without missing a beat. “i love you, y/n. i’m in love with you.” he repeated over and over again as if it were a mantra, until y/n leaned in and kissed him.

they kissed as if they were feeding off of each other, the taste of their salty tears mixed with desire filled their mouths, and eventually pulled away with their breathing labored. “i love you, too.” y/n replied. “have been in love with you long before i could put a name to the feeling.” she admitted.

max stared at her, wide eyed and his heart leaping in his chest. he pushed her down against the back seat, spreading her legs with his hands and kneeling down between them. he leaned over her, his face level with hers as he said, “no one’s better than you, and you know it.”

he leaned down to repeatedly kiss her. the kisses started off innocent, with max and y/n whispering that they love each other between each kiss. they’d deepen with each passing moment, until eventually max whispered, “let me show you how much i love you, y/n. let me make love to you. i’m not gonna fuck you, i’m going to make love to you.”

y/n had her arms wrapped around his neck and she stared up at max through her now-puffy eyes. “condom?” she questioned, knowing that her and max have only ever done it in their own rooms and not anything like this. but somehow, the fact that they were in a public parking lot in max’s car in the afternoon with the sun still high in the sky hadn’t mattered to her.

“i’ll buy you plan b.” he promised, and max watched as the gears in y/n’s head physically began to turn.

“i love you, maxwell.” she whispered.

“i love you, y/n.” max replied in a whisper of his own before planting his lips on y/n’s and drowning her in all of his emotions to reassure her that his entire being was made to love her indefinitely.

texas in the summer is cool

we’ll be “on the road” like jack kerouac, looking back

y/n, you’re ready, let’s go

anywhere

get the car packed and throw me the key

run away with me

she felt max’s hand on her cheek as he changed the lyrics to fit y/n’s name in the song. she looked up at him, feeling his thumb swipe across her cheek to wipe away a tear that she hadn’t even known had fallen from her eyes. max’s own tears had began to roll down his face, and she knew then that it was going to be much harder than they had previously thought to start being a long distance couple.

with max’s guidance, she stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck as he arms found their place wrapped around her waist. max swayed them back and forth as he continued to sing to her, his gaze trained on hers as he let her know that it truly wasn’t too late for her to run away with max if she wanted to.

she turned her head towards max’s hand and pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand. a silent “i wish i could” hanging in the air like it always does.

y/n i know it’s fast

i’m in love with you

y/n, it’s crazy, but y/n, i’m crazier for you

i have these plans, y/n, i have these plans

of a house that we build on the bay when we run away

there were no miscommunications after that afternoon in max’s car. the two were so transparent to each other that letting the other person know whenever they were feeling insecure, angry, or happy about something came to be second nature. their friends would call them an old, married couple while their both of their sets of parents would joke that y/n and max have been married longer than they have.

especially since both parents had noticed how narcissistic max had become as he seemed to only grow bigger and bigger with each day he came back from the gym. he had also began training at create a pro wrestling academy with his wrestling persona being an exaggerated version of himself. through it all, max had always seemed to revert back to his humble self whenever he was around y/n, and his parents were happy that he seemed to spend every waking moment with y/n if he wasn’t working out or training to become a wrestler. they were sure they’d end up having the cops called on them if they had to deal with max’s mjf persona at home.

so it’d become a point where max would show up at y/n’s house right after wrestling so he could calm himself down in y/n’s presence and have her tend to whatever bruises were blossoming on his body. he’d even had his own shower necessities in her bathroom, although y/n’s parents made sure that the two were not showering together whenever max would come home.

y/n sat in max’s lap with the boy’s arms wrapped around her midsection to hold her in place while she’d have her arms draped over his shoulders. max had his face shoved into the crook of her neck, and he didn’t need to lift his head to know that she was definitely a blushing mess in his lap. max hadn’t even waited to pull on clothes over his boxers as soon as he got out of the shower and made his way to her room. he didn’t have the energy to pull on his clothes besides his boxers, and simply wanted to hold his girl in his arms and recharge.

it had been a rough day today, from him definitely failing his math test, to forgetting to turn in his essay the night prior and getting chewed up by his teacher, and then going off to his wrestling class where the boy wasn’t in the right headspace to execute simple moves, so he’d end up taking more bumps than the others that day. his promo skills had been exceptional that day though, that was the only thing he had going for him. that and the fact that when he came by y/n’s house to calm down and shower, he had been greeted with a kiss at the door.

he let out a loud sigh and felt y/n’s hand massaging his scalp gently. “rough day, baby?” y/n asked softly, deciding now was the time to speak after she and max had been silent for the past 30 minutes since max had arrived at her house.

“you have no idea. you already know about the school stuff but i couldn’t fucking do a single thing in the ring today. i kept fucking up. at least i’m the fucking greatest on the mic, that was the only thing i could only do correctly today.” he mumbled, pulling his head away from her neck so he could look her in the eyes. y/n cupped his face in her hands, leaning in to peck max’s lips gently.

“at least you channeled your anger into your angry little chihuahua wrestling persona.” she teased lightheartedly, earning a wide smile from her boyfriend.

“not a chihuahua. at least call me a pit bull or something.” max muttered in response, leaning in to press another kiss to y/n’s lips. “i just can’t wait ‘til we’re out of here. when you get your degree and start being my pretty girl who can officially nurse me back to health after i defend my world championship belt in some gruesome match.” he mumbled against her lips, pulling away when he felt y/n playfully hit his chest.

“you and your fantasies.” she mused with a laugh, wrapping her arms back around max’s neck. “and what about where we’ll be living, hm? i was thinking somewhere near the water.” y/n asked, letting her own fantasies known.

“build a house on the bay, baby.” max answered, as if it was obvious. “offer still stands to run away with me. this time, i have a car.”

y/n laughed, pressing a kiss to max’s forehead as she replied, “even if you didn’t have a car, i’d run to the ends of the earth with you.”

let me be your ride out of town

let me be the place that you hide

we can make our lives on the go

run away with me

she didn’t realize how much taller and bigger max had grown until she found their first photo together thanks to her snapchat memories.

they usually sat together at lunch in the choir room, off in their own little corner on the floor where they’d watch videos on max’s phone while they ate. but this time, max was standing around the piano with the rest of the boys in his section so they could work out a piece of a song that they’d been fucking up on.

it was something y/n got used to whenever the choir concert would be nearing, after all, she has been dating max throughout their entire high school career. with their third anniversary coming up, she was scrolling through her snapchat memories for any photos she could post of them until she landed on their very first photo together.

it was taken after max had asked her out. y/n was puffy-eyed from crying out of happiness while max had a cheeky grin wide on his face. the photo was right outside of the choir room. max had his arm slung around her shoulders with her tucked into his side and she had her arms wrapped around his waist as she smiled widely at the camera.

it was the fact that her and max were the same height at the time that caught her eye. also, how small and skinny max used to be. y/n had forgotten how small and lanky max used to be, considering the boy had hit a major growth spurt going into their sophomore year.

she was giggling at the photo when max returned.

“how the fuck did i get you to say yes to being my girlfriend? i look like a stick.” max said as he sat down beside her, his arm snaking around her waist to pull her in while he rested his chin atop her shoulder.

she laughed at his words, draping an arm over his legs as she leaned into him. yeah, they were that couple in high school who didn’t give a damn about pda, and it had only gotten worse over the years as max became more confident and wanted to let everyone know that he was, in fact, taken. “what do you mean? you’re so cute, of course i’d say yes. look, future investment anyway. you instantly hit your growth spurt after we started dating and now you just look like a full grown man with your big muscles.” she said with a laugh.

“yeah but look at you. completely out of my league, and you still are. i don’t know how i got so lucky.” max said, wrapping his other arm around her waist to pull her in even closer. “i’m so tired. how much longer until lunch is over?”

she checked the time on her phone. “like 25 minutes.” she hummed, as she felt max nod his head. he pulled away from her and moved so he could lay down on the floor with his head in her lap. he turned so he was laying on his side and facing her body.

“wake me up so i can walk you to class, okay?” he asked, pressing his face into her lower stomach and shutting his eyes.

she gently ran her fingers through his hair, messaging his scalp as she laughed, “not so you can go to class, but so you can walk me to my class.” y/n felt max nod in against her stomach. “alright, nap well. i’m going back to looking at photos of us.”

it was then that she found a video of max singing at that first choir concert she had gone to, and she gasped realizing that she had forgotten that she had recorded his solo. “oh my god, babe! look it’s you singing our song before we even were friends.” she laughed, as max turned his head upwards.

y/n held the phone over his face so he could see the video, watching the way his face contorted. “god, i can’t believe i managed to win you over with my voice cracking like that.” he mumbled, turning back to face her stomach and shutting his eyes. “it was just another song back then, but now i’ve got a girl that i really wish would run away with me.” he mumbled against her stomach.

no matter how many times max would say it, y/n would still get butterflies in her stomach.

alabama heat? sign me up

we’ll be on the road like some country song

won’t be long

y/n, you’re ready

let’s go anywhere

get the car packed and throw me the key

run away with me

senioritis hit max harder than it had hit y/n, but that may be because max just had so much more going on. they were sitting in max’s room, both of them finally finished with their homework. much like the rules at y/n’s house, max’s parents made sure that max’s door was wide open whenever he and y/n were in the room. the only difference being that whenever y/n slept over, she’d get max’s bed and max slept out in the living room.

he swore his parents liked her more than they liked him, but he didn’t mind that. after all, there was no one better than y/n in this universe.

max had a lot of catching up to do with his work, but he was thankful he has y/n. if she wasn’t there, he was certain he’d end up laying on his stomach in bed with his phone in his hand instead. when he finally finished, he turned around in his seat to find y/n already asleep in his sheets.

he didn’t know how she was sleeping with two blankets piled on top of her. his room was already hot enough even with the fan on and max was absolutely sweating his ass off. then again, max had made sure that the fan was facing the bed where y/n was doing her work instead of facing towards him.

he pulled his headphones off of him and walked over to the bed. he was about to slide into the space beside her for a much needed nap when a knock against the wall caught his attention.

he saw his mom at the doorway, smiling sheepishly at him as if she’d interrupted an intimate moment. “dinner’s ready, wake her up and come downstairs.” she told him before turning on her heel and leaving the room.

so much for napping. max thought to himself as he leaned down over y/n’s frame. he supported himself on his hands as he pulled the blanket away from her face, tucking her hair behind her ear. “baby.” he whispered, cupping her cheek in his hand and gently lifting her face so he could peck her lips. “wake up, baby.” he continued to whisper between kisses.

eventually, y/n stirred in her sleep. she whined gently at max trying to wake her up, having been disturbed from her peaceful slumber. “baby, i’m sleeping.” she complained softly, feeling max pull the blankets off of her. she grabbed at the sheets blindly, trying to pull them back over her as she whined out, “no!”

max would overpower her, of course, successfully getting the blankets off of her. “dinner’s ready, baby. stop being a brat.” he groaned, hooking his arms under her frame and lifting her up off the bed bridal style.

she thrashed in his arms, whining and groaning. it made it difficult for max to keep his grip on her, and eventually he dropped her back on to the bed.

“alright, if you’re going to act like a brat.” he began, watching y/n’s eyes suddenly shoot open as max leaned down over her. she screamed and laughed as max lifted her once more and hauled her up to his head.

“no, no! i’m up! i’m awake!” she screamed in hopes that he’d let her go, but all her pleas were to no avail. max adjusted her so that she was sitting up on his shoulders, letting out a loud scream as he batista bombed her on to the mattress.

she laughed as she hit the mattress, rolling out of bed and standing up on her feet. “cuddles later?” she asked, pouting out her bottom lip as she looked up at max. on the brighter side, y/n was most definitely wide awake now.

he stepped towards her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in and leaning down to peck her lips. “did you lose braincells or something? what kind of question even is that, you dumbass.” he hummed fondly. “come on, mom and dad probably think i’m killing you in here.”

she felt max’s hand lace with hers and she got up on her tip toes to press a kiss to his chin. “if anything, they’d probably believe you were in the middle of throwing me out the window and jumping after me so we can run away and start our own family.” she corrected him, her heart beating wildly in her chest at the suggestive smile that had risen to max’s face.

“you said it, not me.” max muttered, raising his free hand to cup her cheek. “but i’m not opposed to the whole run away and start a family idea, you already know that. we’re way past the first few steps already, if we consider the fact you already call me daddy.” he whispered teasingly in her ear, pulling away to watch the way y/n’s face turned beet red before he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“max! y/n!” they heard max’s dad yell from downstairs.

max pulled y/n out of the room soon after, their hearts beating in time and their souls intertwined with the promises of a future family together hanging in the air.

i’m not trying to make you a wife here

i’m not trying to tie you down

i’m just saying there might be a life here

a new one as soon as we run

max had been saving up for this day. he nervously stood in front of the jeweler, carefully observing the ring that he had in his hand. his mom stood beside him, and max passed the ring to her. “it’s perfect, isn’t it?” max asked softly, a small smile on his face.

max’s mom beamed at the ring, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. it wasn’t even an engagement ring, but she felt emotional at the fact that her son had been saving up for this moment just so he could get his girlfriend a promise ring before they’d eventually be long distance after the summer.

“good taste, maxwell.” she complimented.

“we’ll take it.” max said, looking back up at the jeweler and smiling widely. he pulled out his wallet as he followed the jeweler over to the register, handing over his card without a second thought.

it wouldn’t be until 2 weeks later at graduation that max would finally give the ring to y/n. their families had gone out to eat dinner together at a restaurant, and both sets of parents were looking at max expectedly. of course the adults at the table knew of max’s plans. he wasn’t going to give them a heart attack when he’d suddenly give y/n a ring without asking for permission first.

he cleared his throat, looking over at y/n and smiling. she had caught the way that their parents were looking at them expectedly and had furrowed her brows in confusion.

for once, max didn’t want to make this a grand gesture. so, he took out the ring box and opened it, showing y/n the ring with a sheepish smile on his face. he could see the shock that had crossed over y/n’s face.

“max, are you-”

“a promise ring. that one day i’ll be asking you to marry me. i just thought you’d like something else to remind you of me before you’re off to california and studying your ass off. also to make sure those pencil-necked marks over there know that you have someone waiting for you back home.” he told her softly, reaching for her left hand as she lifted it up for him.

max took the ring out of the box, and slid it on to her ring finger, holding her hand in his gently as the two smiled at each other. max watched as tears welled in y/n’s eyes. he wasn’t even aware he was crying until he felt a tear roll down his cheek.

their parents whooped and hollered for the couple as they leaned in to kiss. but they had forgotten about the grad caps that they had kept on their head as per their parents requests and they ended up bumping caps, causing them to laugh and blush in embarrassment. they tilted their heads and y/n rested her hand on max’s cheek to proudly display her ring before they leaned in for a proper kiss.

they heard the shutter of a camera, and they both made a mental note to ask their parents for the photos later. they smiled against each others lips as they kissed, and when they pulled away, max whispered, “i’m not trying to make you a wife here, i’m not trying to tie you down.” y/n felt the tears finally roll down her cheeks as max recited the lyrics to their song. “there’s a new life waiting for us when you have your degree and i’ve made it in the wrestling business. and then, we can finally run.”

and max, who previously had absolutely no posts on his instagram besides the multiple highlights that consisted of y/n, posted the photo of them kissing with their grad caps on and the ring proudly displayed on y/n’s finger with a simple caption that stated “running away and starting a new life as soon as possible”. their phones blew up that night, and they had to explain to all of their friends that it was just a promise ring.

max caster let it be known that he had dibs on being best man whenever the two would finally tie the knot.

run away

just run away with me

mississippi mud, watch me slide

we’ll be “on the road” like jack kerouac, looking back

almost ready now

with this being their last summer together, y/n had opted to not take any college classes at the local community college like she’d usually do during her summer. no, this would be their last full summer together before their lives would be busy with y/n’s college education in full gear and max’s wrestling taking him elsewhere across the country.

she was there at every single match max had, being the loudest person in the crowd despite the weird looks she’d get from the people around her because why would anyone cheer for an asshole like mjf? she was sure people in the crowd probably thought she was some ring rat, considering that max was awfully good at staying in character and treated her the same as he did anyone else. he did, however, once sign her boob in front of everyone else as he made his way to the ring once, and the two got a laugh out of it afterwards when they watched clips of people’s reactions.

they also got a kick out of watching people’s reactions when other women had asked mjf to do the same for them, only to be met by mjf calling them tits mcgees and to go back to the streets of whore island.

y/n had quickly found herself to be possessive over max as much as he had become over her. maybe it was the overarching fact that they would eventually be long distance, but the two of them had grown increasingly possessive over each other and made sure people around them knew that they had a partner - although they still kept their relationship as private as possible considering max’s growing popularity as mjf.

it was in the subtle ways that they’d let people know they had a life partner. since max had gotten y/n a promise ring, y/n had bought max a ring as well. she also bought him a silicone one to wear during his matches, and they had rewatched the commentators reaction the first time mjf appeared with a ring on his finger as the commentators seemed to be shocked that mjf had found a woman that could love someone like him.

in character, mjf would simply yell at the crowd that the only reason why they’re shocked is because they would never be able to find a woman like how he has and if they somehow managed to pay a woman enough money to be in love with them, he’s already taken the best of the best off of the market.

out of character, max would still insist that he’s already got the best of the best to be his indefinitely.

his colleagues at the wrestling academy would all be curious about how max had even found a woman, considering the fact that max was still narcissistic like his wrestling persona, just majorly watered down. not to mention that max was still so young, and had so many years ahead of him. but when max would shyly tell the men about his and y/n’s love story with a wide smile on his face, a light blush dusting his cheeks, and his hands twirling the ring around his finger, they’d realize that this special lady had such a unique effect on max that it made him human. they could only pray to find someone that had as much of a positive effect on them as y/n did to max.

what they hadn’t expect was for the tears that began to roll down max’s face as he talked about how proud he was that she was got into her dream school on a full ride. he wiped away at the tears furiously before he felt someone nudge his shoulder and hold out a napkin to him. he took it and wiped at his eyes as he mumbled his next phrase so softly that the men around him wondered if it was meant for them to listen to.

“that’s why i have to make it in this business. i want her to be proud of me too.”

max was ready to give wrestling his all.

let me be your ride out of town

let me be the place that you hide

california dreams, here we come

romeo is calling for juliet, ready set

getting ready

let’s go anywhere

say the word and i’m already there

she rested her head against max’s chest as he sang, feeling the way his vibrato shook his chest. she blinked away the tears in her eyes as the two swayed back and forth with their arms wrapped around each other.

soon, they’d have to split and y/n couldn’t just text max if she needed a hug. they’d have to wait months and months until their schedules aligned and they would be in the same city just to be able to hold each other again. no more daily visits to each others houses. no more weekly dinners. no more sneaking max into her room at night or skipping class to go back to his house. no more sitting ringside with her matching burberry scarf screaming his name. no more tingly lips after max would kiss her. no more walking to class with her hand in his.

instead it’d become sleeping on facetime and waking up to an overheating phone. text messages whenever they weren’t busy. eating food over facetime and pretending to feed each other. making kissy faces at the camera because they wouldn’t be able to kiss.

but then the ring on her finger would be a reminder of max’s promise to her, and the ring on max’s finger would always remind him that she’d be there cheering him on no matter what.

max wasn’t ready to let y/n go. although he knew that they’d stay together, they had never spent a day without seeing each other since the day they first started dating. and now suddenly, they’d go months and months without seeing each other.

he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but max was afraid that y/n would find someone better for her when she’s off at college. someone who wasn’t pursuing an unstable career like max’s where if he doesn’t make it in the business, he’d be stuck working multiple jobs at once. he wants to be that man for y/n, who could support her in her endeavors and be the one she’d come to bed with every night with a smile on her face knowing that she was well taken care of.

it’d be easier if they just ran away now. away from the troubles of the earth and to a place where they didn’t have to worry about the uncertainties of life.

he turned off and threw down y/n’s phone on the mattress as he wrapped his arm around her midsection and gently laid her back on the bed. he supported himself on his forearms that he placed on either side of her head as he rested his forehead against hers. max parted her legs with his knees, reaching down to pull his boxers down and letting his length spring free. he pushed her underwear to the side and running his length up and down along her already swollen, still wet cunt from the previous rounds that they had already that night. he whispered the last line, before covering her mouth with his own and pushing himself into her warmth.

run away with me

[terrence-silver]

I can’t get over the idea of Terry marrying his high school sweetheart and them having a family and growing old together.

He deserves someone who stayed with him through every era of his life and loved him through all of it! Someone who sees him in his entirety and still is unconditionally accepting and loving towards him.

Terry coming home after the war a changed man with PTSD? Beloved is there every step of the way to help him through his adjustment and helping him ground himself when he goes through episodes.

Terry introduces Beloved to John? Beloved instantly treats him like family!

Terry tells Beloved about opening a dojo with John? Beloved is so supportive and is open to helping in any way she can.

Terry becomes the 80s cartoon villain we all know and love? Beloved is right there waiting for him at home after a day spent making unethical business decisions and terrorizing teenage Daniel.

Terry going through a dark period after everything going to shit once John disappears? Beloved is right there with him, supporting him through it all. She’s there for every mood swing, anger spout, projection of emotions, etc.

Terry holds on even tighter because he fears losing Beloved too? Beloved will reassure Terry that she’s not going anywhere every second of every day if she needs to. She doesn’t mind Terry’s possessiveness. She just wants Terry to feel okay!

Terry tells Beloved about reconnecting with John and that he’s going to start teaching at Cobra Kai? Beloved is glad to see him passionate about something again after all these years!

This could be longer, but all this to say:

Terry deserves to know how loved he is!

I think if you asked Terry Silver himself to describe his perfect, dream significant other, he might not make this exact description, because he so profoundly needs precisely this that it is almost difficult to actually ever confess to it or vocalize what's effectively his deepest, most fundamental yearning.

[inukag-archive]

Hi, I’m looking for fics where Kagome and/or Inuyasha deal with depression/anxiety. I like longer stories but one-shots are totally fine too. I would prefer stories from before 2019 so there’s no Yashahime influence. Also please no sessrin in the recs. Thank you so much!

Hi anon, thank you for the ask! Most of the fics we could find that fit your criteria are one shots, but there are a few longer stories sprinkled throughout. In order to provide more reading material, we split the list into stories written in 2019 or earlier and stories that were written after 2019 but contain no references to Yashahime (characters, plot, or otherwise). There shouldn't be any SessRin references in any of the fics either.

This is a difficult subject to search for without having read a story in its entirety, so we strongly encourage anyone who knows of any others to leave more recs in the reblogs/replies!

[2019 or Earlier]

He Just Wouldn't Stop by @artistefish (G)

Just because she's back doesn't mean there aren't scars. Some wounds take more than time to heal, and some never heal at all. A post-canon look at an unexpected repercussion of Kagome's three year absence.

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Guilty Hero by Eggry (T)

The city is recovering after a crippling war against Naraku. But while time moves on, Inu-Yasha doesn't. Plagued with guilt over a terrible deed, alcohol is his only escape from the nightmare of reality. At their wit's end with him, Sango and Miroku are on the verge of giving up until Kagome Higurashi arrives to take him under her wing.

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Sleep, My Dear by Stars_Sky_See (T)

Kagome was quickly adjusting to her new life with the help of her now husband. Life had all around been easier since her return and everyone was grateful. However, life wasn’t so merciful, with every two steps forward there was always one step back.

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The Ghosts of Suicide Forest by @splendentgoddess (T)

Aokigahara, known by some as Suicide Forest. It is a place of mystery, beauty and death. Roughly 100 people go there annually to commit suicide, but why? The better question, though, is can Kagome find and rescue Yuka before it is too late?

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Broken Glass by SleepWalkingChickens (M)

Growing up is hard, especially when things are changing. Kagome is plunged into a new world, complete with new problems. The past is hard to let go of and baggage builds up. Unravel it and you’re met with truth. Can love win over Inuyasha's sins?

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It Goes Like This by @witchygirl99 (G)

It goes like this.

“Hey! I haven’t seen you in a while!” Kagome exclaims, smiling at him. Her eyes are dark brown and beautiful, captivating.

Five different answers pop into his head, all of them friendly and inviting for conversation. It’s not what comes out.

Inuyasha isn't the main character of anyone's story. With Kagome, that feeling starts to change.

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[Post 2019 w/ No Yashahime References]

Pictures of Happiness by @memilylove (M)

The loss of his high school sweetheart changed more than Inuyasha realized. With the encouragement of friends, he finally gives himself another shot at getting help. The path is not easy, but he soon finds that perhaps there is a point to all this. Is it really possible to be happy again and to find that you love another?

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Other Reasons to Stay Awake by @ajoy3fanfics (NR)

Kagome suffers from PTSD after she returns to her side of the well

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Shattered by My-Crazy-Awesome-Sox (T)

Oneshot: Leading a double life has got to be stressful. What happens when it all starts falling apart for Kagome? Everything has been pent up for too long, and now it's all crashing down around her. For anyone who's ever had a breakdown...

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A Horse With No Name by @roseheartwhitefox (T)

The story of what happened to Inuyasha after Kagome disappeared when the well closed for 3 years, heavily referencing the episode "The Old Sugarman Place" from "BoJack Horseman". I feel as if after everything that happened and Kagome disappeared, Inuyasha would need time to grieve the loss. This is that story. Deals with themes of depression, loneliness, and loss. 

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Stay by @akitokihojo (G)

He nodded again, pulling away to gently press his forehead to hers for a moment. "I get it." Inuyasha breathed before leaning back to look her in the eyes. "But, one of these days you'll understand that no matter what happens, I won't take a damn thing back. You'll see that I don't want it back. I feel like my heart's safer with you, anyway."

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Kagome's Unwitting Depression by @cstormsinukagblog (M)

Kagome sees something that she isn't meant to see, and it kind of breaks her. Can she and Inuyasha repair the damage before she gives up hope?

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Breaking the Habit: Rewrite by @kstewdeux (M)

After being separated for six years, Inuyasha and Kagome are reunited on her side of the well. TW: SI, Mental Illness.

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The Voice Inside My Head by @fawn-eyed-girl (E)

When Kagome returns to the Feudal era a week after a particular nasty fight with Inuyasha, he realizes something’s not right. Is it too late for Inuyasha and Kagome—have the years of fighting broken them apart for good? Or will they be able to find a way forward, together?

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Feel free to add your own recs in the comments or reblogs! Check our Masterlist of previous lists to see which topics we've covered.  After reviewing our submission guidelines, send us an ask (here).

[steviewashere]

Never Even Made it To His Twenties

Rating: General CW: Major Character Death, Grief/Mourning Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Divergence, Childhood Friends AU, Angst, Hurt no Comfort, Dead Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, What Could've Been, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson Have a Brotherly Relationship, Dustin Henderson is a Sweetheart, Grieving Steve Harrington, Grieving Dustin Henderson, Aware of His Bisexuality Steve Harrington, Ally Dustin Henderson, Also Known as The Fic Where Dustin Tells Steve That Eddie is Dead For @steddieangstyaugust Day 18 Prompt: "Right Person, Wrong Time" Title from Kate Bush's "Army Dreamers"

🏴‍☠️—————🏴‍☠️ He’s not sure what to expect after the fight is over. Knows he won’t get one of those participation trophies he received in elementary school. Won’t be held by his parents, they’re off for some business trip he adamantly refused to join. And he definitely knows that he’s not going to be fully satisfied with the fact that everything is finally over.

Maybe a few new nightmares added to his roster. And a knack for calling his friends at two in the morning, driving himself up a wall when they don’t answer, and then eventually driving himself around town until he absolutely has to go back home and “rest.” It’ll be like taking a deep breath after the basketball championships he did in high school—when Hawkins didn’t win and his hours upon hours of practice ultimately amounted to nothing.

Like he’ll know that he did good, but it almost feels like not enough.

It’s getting right side up that proves that point.

Nancy suggests they go through the portal that was created after Fred’s death—whoever Fred is, Steve isn’t sure, but he takes Nancy’s suggestion. They make that detour. He helps the girls step through to the correct landscape. To the just barely cracked road and the dark blue of usual night. And then they head back towards Forest Hills.

If everything went okay, like he figures it did considering the bats didn’t storm them and that they didn’t hear the chimes of a clock, then both Eddie and Dustin will be waiting for them. Yet, when they approach, it’s just Dustin. Huddled tight on himself, sitting on the very last porch step to the Munson’s trailer. He’s holding things in his hands. But there’s no sight of Eddie, which immediately puts Steve on guard, so he runs fast. Faster than he thinks he’s ever pushed himself to. Not even high school track & field got him this agile.

Dustin doesn’t hear him, though. Doesn’t hear Steve’s heavy boots on the dirt. Doesn’t hear him huffing and puffing. Doesn’t hear him call out.

So, Steve crouches down in front of Dustin, puts his hands on the kid’s shoulders, and jostles him slightly. “Dust? Dustin? Hey—Hey, we did it. We won. We’re okay,” he says. Shakes Dustin’s shoulders again when he only tightens. “It’s over, dude. We—We’re all here and we’re all”—

Something is shoved into the center of Steve’s chest. One of Dustin’s balled up hands. He looks down at it. Hand off of Dustin’s left shoulder, hesitantly reaching down for the tight fist. There’s black fabric poking all which ways out of his fingers. Dirty and musty and tinted a saturated red. “What?” Steve mumbles, “what is this?” He can’t quite pry open Dustin’s fingers, so he forces both his hands around the fist, effectively covering the entirety of Dustin’s much, much smaller hand. And with the slightest bit of force, yet the gentlest grip, Steve unravels the hand in front of him.

Palm up at him. In the well of Dustin’s palm is a black bandana. And when he fully flattens it out, Steve recognizes it as the skull and bones one that used to reside in Eddie’s pocket. The one he wore on his tangle of hair before the fight.

If this is Eddie’s, Steve thinks, then where is—

“He wanted me to give it to you,” Dustin murmurs. Voice snotty and raspy, yet almost hollow. Almost, Steve notes, because there’s a deep lake of sadness flooding through the kid. The kid. “Said that…that you always loved it. That when you guys were kids, you used to hold onto it and play with it. It calmed you down? I didn’t know, Steve.”

Steve looks up to Dustin at that. There’s a boulder in his chest. And emotions, a bundle of them, warping and stretching and filling behind his eyes. Something in him shrivels when he realizes what happened.

Dustin continues, “I didn’t know you guys were friends. How come you didn’t tell me?” He doesn’t ask out of jealousy, something more…jagged and broken and devastated replacing it instead. “Why didn’t you tell me, Steve? Why’d you call him a freak?” There’s anger, too. And that—well—Steve doesn’t know what to do with that.

Off his right, behind him, Steve can hear Nancy and Robin finally catch up to them. Can hear them muttering under their breaths. Not quite facing them, not quite acknowledging, but planning nonetheless. He doesn’t want them to see him, Steve realizes. Doesn’t want any of them to know about this part of him.

He gently drags his fingers down the center of the wrinkled bandana, over the middle where the soft part of Dustin’s palm hides beneath. Strokes the fabric reverently, with a longing he’s always had to taste, and now will always know the flavor of. “I didn’t think it mattered,” Steve whisper-croaks, “who I was friends with. Or that…I don’t know. I didn’t want to tell you.”

“But why?” Dustin pushes, “why not tell me? I wasn’t going to judge you for it! If anything, I’d want all of us to hang out. To—to egg each other on and be all close and I…I thought you hated him, but you…You knew him? You knew him, Steve. And yet you”—

Steve stands from his position on the ground. Knees popping. Burning aches and stretched edges of wounds pulling on every area of skin on his back. He swears the ground shifts under his feet, but it’s just him. Woozy and unable to get a grasp on anything. Like always. Clueless and scared.

“We need to go,” Steve says, “Max, Lucas, and Erica are probably waiting for us. We need to make sure all of them are okay.” And he begins to turn away, leave the bandana alone, make his way towards Nancy and Robin to figure out some way to get that RV back to the Creel House. But then Dustin’s tugging on his wrist with that bandana still in his hand, the drying, congealed blood on it cold against the skin of Steve’s wrist.

He comes face to face with Dustin again, when he lets himself be pulled. “Hey,” Dustin then says, making his voice softer, less harsh around the edges than it was before, “Steve, I’m sorry. I…I didn’t mean to get angry. It’s just—You knew Eddie? I thought you didn’t care.”

It’s hard masking his expression, what his face wants to do. A part of him wants to glare—because how dare Dustin suggest something like that. But also…he kind of wants to cry because, yeah, of course Dustin’s sort of right.

So his eyes are cowed. Wide and open and taking in everything. His nose catches on blood, his mouth full of air and rot, hot and cold in all the right places, the park around them almost silent, and Dustin in front of him with a mixture of apprehension and understanding and that same desperation from before. He’s not sure he could lie even if he tried. Eddie was Dustin’s friend, too.

“Remember how…do you remember a couple years ago when I told you the key to dating Suzy was sorta being all dumb? Just acting like you don’t care?” He asks, voice dropped low, dropped past that boulder in his chest. Everything is so heavy inside of him, he wishes Eddie were here to help pluck things away. He always knew how, at least to Steve it seemed that way.

“What does this have to do with”—Dustin’s mouth drops open. And his eyes are about the size of the moon. Then he gets that deeper sort of understanding to his face.—“Oh. Oh. Steve…” He hates the way Dustin says his name. Pitiful and concerned. But he doesn’t say that. Because at least Dustin isn’t shoving him away or saying something awful. Doesn’t stop looking at him like he always does. Like Steve is a world he’s eager to explore, like he’s all that matters, like they’re family. “Steve, I’m sorry,” Dustin eventually murmurs, “I’m sorry I couldn’t—I would’ve stopped him if I knew. Damnit”—

Steve shrugs and sighs. But the breath doesn’t relieve him, if anything, it tangles him even worse. Wonders, very briefly, if he’ll ever be undone again. His eyes have gone down to Dustin’s hand. Now sitting open again in front of him. That bandana wrong and crumpled and bloody. Wants to reach out and take it, but doesn’t want to accept the gravity and reality of it all.

“I was going to tell him after,” Steve whispers, “I was.”

“I’m sorry”—

He shakes his head and steps closer to Dustin. And he envelops him in the tightest hug he can offer, even as Dustin tried to flinch away from him, as if Steve would ever do something like that. But he won’t acknowledge that right now. They saved the world.

Not everybody can be saved, he knows that. Knows that beyond a reasonable doubt. It’s something he’s told himself for years. Since Nancy broke up with him. And sure, at the time it seemed foolish and douchey of him. But now it’s the only way he can care to think.

“I’m sorry, Dustin,” Steve tearfully muffles into Dustin’s hood. His chest stutters almost painfully as he tries to heave in a deep breath. This isn’t how things were supposed to go. He pulls back, hands by his sides. To stare Dustin directly in the eyes to say, “I wouldn’t have left you alone with him if I knew he was going to do this. There was something wrong. I knew it. I’ve seen that look on him before, but I didn’t…” He shakes his head, defeated, unsure of where to go. “Are you okay? Did those bats…”

“No,” Dustin answers quickly, “no bats got to me. It was just Eddie.” He looks down at the bandana again, shoves his hand closer to Steve once more. “Take this, please. He told me he wanted me to give it to you. And I promised him. I also promised him that”—Dustin sighs sorrowfully—“that I’d tell you that he loved you. Like…for years, he loved you. But he told me that things had to be this way. Which I don’t understand because he could’ve had you after all this and you’re great and we could’ve all been…I just don’t understand him sometimes. Wish I was able to now.”

Steve swallows. “He loved me?” He asks aloud, quietly. Immediately, his eyes burn something fierce. Sharp and itchy and painful. Something flames inside of him, anger so wild he doesn’t know how to tame it. Rage is the only thing he can care to taste. “I could’ve, but I—I was going to tell him. I was going to tell that son of a bitch I loved him, too and that I wanted to have a whole fucking world with him and he just—I’m a fucking coward. A stupid fucking”—

The tears come whether he wanted them to or not. Big heaving sobs from deep within him. Large and larger than the next, so much he wants to puke, so little he could tear the whole world apart and that still wouldn’t be enough. He’s angry, he knows that. But he’s confused and disheartened and unsure. Doesn’t know where to put it. How to be.

Dustin wraps around him again. The bandana shoved forcefully in Steve’s left grip. And he’s squeezed as hard as possible. Lisped shushing in his ear as Dustin tries to comfort him. It’s weird being the one needing to be taken care of, protected almost. It’s weird having felt so whole for a moment to then rot into something so empty.

There’s no next time. There’s no tomorrow where he goes to Eddie. There’s no playful banter. No running through the backwoods of Hawkins with his childhood best friend by his side. No promising each other impossible things like stars and the moon and a lifetime together. No sneaking each other lunches like they did in high school. No nurturing, no arguing over music taste, no hugging, nothing.

The only thing he can think of is that last glance he shared with Eddie.

If only he knew there wouldn’t be an after.

If only they had more time.

🏴‍☠️—————🏴‍☠️

[cheshiresaf]

WHO ARE YUU?

Yuu Amane: The seemingly perfect, self righteous 'Yuu'.

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With the rise of the sun, came another perfect day for Yuu.

Soft rays of light filtered in through the blinds, presenting glimpses of what he already could tell was sunny weather. He stretched his arms out, before positioning his feet against the hard-wood floor and getting up and out of his comfortable, plush bed.

With a smile on his face, Yuu got ready as he always did. He put on his school uniform, ensuring to align the buttons on his shirt correctly, and tightening the tie around his collar. Taking a step back, he took a quick second to admire himself in the mirror.

Funny.

He looked great as always, even though he'd quite literally just woken up.

The boy quickly left his room, swiftly going down the stairs. He passed by the endless rows of photos hung up by the walls - not a single one of them containing him, of course. After all, he had the entirety of his room to do that. His parents were travel fanatics, one would say. He couldn't exactly blame them for filling their home up with evidence of their ceaseless adventures.

"Oh, there you are Yuu!"

Speak of the devils and they shall appear. There his mom was, standing in the kitchen, an already prepared array of food laid out on the table. His father was already peacefully sitting down, calmly flipping the brittle pages of the daily paper with a steaming cup of coffee right by his side. Black, he remembered.

Though, as much as Yuu wanted to eat and enjoy his mother's deliciously tasting hard work, he didn't exactly have the time to do so. "Sorry mom, I'm kinda running late." He apologised with a small chuckle, heading over to give her a quick hug. He proceeded to do the same with his dad, the old geezer putting on an act of waving him off. He couldn't help but laugh. How his father had ended up with somebody as affectionate as  his mom remained a mystery to him. The fact they were high-school sweethearts only made it more confusing.

Though, she was definitely capable of being intimidating. That he would admit.

"Bye mom! Bye dad!" And with that, he was out of the house.

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Though, it seemed the universe was toying with him, judging by the way it started raining only a mere few minutes after he'd stepped outside. "I could've sworn we were supposed to be having clear skies today..." Yuu muttered quietly in confusion. But alas! He was prepared, whipping his umbrella out of his bag.

These sort of incidents weren't all that new to him, really. He'd certainly gotten used to it over the years. His time-to-time bouts of bad luck were a familiar occurrence. Though, that didn't mean he welcomed them with open arms.

The boy couldn't help but hum to himself as he continued on his daily stroll to school.  He couldn't continue proudly being referred to as the 'angel' of his class - or even academy, if he let his spirits be diminished by something as small and uncontrollable as the weather, right?

Yes, an angel. That was how his peers saw him, to be of such remarkability that he transcended the limits of human ability. He was kind and polite, making sure to greet each and every person with a smile on his face. He'd easily remembered the faces of everybody he came into contact with, no matter how brief their interaction may have been.

Being able to witness the pleasant surprise, and sometimes even flustered embarrassment on their faces when he called their names was something he simply couldn't get enough of.

"I can't believe Amane's in our class!"

"Word has it that he's a genius! He's only a second year, but he already has more academic achievements under his belt than anyone else in our school's alumni."

"Apparently, he can speak 5 languages."

"Smart, pretty, and sporting a good character too? Seriously, could this guy get any more perfect?!"

How their endless praises touched his heart so. Truly, the only possible way that their image of him could be tarnished would be...

.........................

............

.......

...If they found out about his secret.

In fact, he was sure of it. By the slim and rare off chance that word got out about it, the entirety of his life as he knew it would be ruined. No second chances, no turning over a new leaf, nothing. 

Yuu lightly shook his head, staring ahead at the road through the steady pitter patter of falling raindrops. He shouldn't be thinking so grimly this early in the morning. Being pessimistic was a solely nighttime activity! So, the boy redirected his focus onto the traffic light, keeping a watchful eye as he waited for green to turn to red.

'Push!'

Suddenly, a harsh shove from behind sent him stumbling forward. Yuu crashed onto the harsh asphalt of the ground below, wincing as he scraped his palms in the process.

Slightly dazed - and frankly, bewildered (who in their right mind would do such a thing!?), he lifted his gaze up. To his surprise, not a single soul was there. Not one person, or a reasonable answer where there should be.

But how? He'd distinctly felt the sensation of two palms pressing against his back, sending him flying straight to the road.

Wait.

He was still on the road.

Yuu quickly swivelled his head around, taking too late of a notice that something was heading straight towards him.

No, it wasn't a car.

Or a van.

Hell, it wasn't even a truck.

But a carriage. Dark and mysterious, led forward by a pair of horses that galloped tremendously. With wide eyes, his response to this newfound sense of panic was instinctively freezing up.

What a shame, for that strange and almost unseemly sight to be the last thing he had to witness before his timely departure from Earth.

Even worse for Yuu, however...

Was that things were only going to get weirder from here.

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You see, if you told our dear Yuu Amane here that just a few seemingly short moments later that he'd be finding himself in what looked like a gothic witch cult sacrificial site, he'd have laughed your words off while silently questioning what exactly you were on in his mind.

Jokes on him, cause that's right where he was.

The boy picked himself, taking a good look at his strange surroundings. The articulated architecture was definitely a work of art, that was for sure. Though, there were a few contenders for what really managed to pique his interest. Perhaps it was the floating, purple tinted coffins scattered around the air?

Or maybe it was the fountain perched directly in the center.

An obscure green liquid flowed up and down to the next platform, with a large, intricate mirror seemingly defying gravity right above it.

Alright, very funny. This little Halloween horror nights set was very detailed and thought out, but Yuu wasn't exactly in the mood for games now. Had he been kidnapped? Was he in some sort of vegetative state at a hospital somewhere, hallucinating this entire experience? Was he going insane!?-

"You there."

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I cannot be bothered to write more of this right now ⊂⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)⁠⊃