#they're out for ramen after work

[fiendishartist2]

reigen would be so proud of older mob :,)

[jaydenism]

I would love to see what your hypothetical Kanade crash out would look like ngl (you don't need to draw for this if you don't want to a text explanation would still be awesome)

ok soooo this isn't exactly the crashout but rather building up to it i guess :P

the rest of this post is gonna be rambling and predictions ⬇️

alright this ask enabled me, im gonna just dump all my thoughts as of now on what's to come for kanade's story :) i could end up being completely wrong, but hey im just theorizing and having fun here while i wait very impatiently lol

To start, I don't think kana5 will be on the scale of mizu5 (i mean i might be biased but idk if anything will come close to that level of insanity again), mainly because there hasn't been as much build-up to a breaking point. Kanade's issues have been pushed aside (by herself especially) and not heavily focused on up to this point in the story. There hasn't been any increasing tension for things to reach a climax yet. Having her big break be in this next event would be too sudden and sort of unprecedented. For this event at least, I highly doubt that'll be the case. Instead, I think this event will start to touch on Kanade's buried issues more, and begin building that tension for something bigger. I can see this being a multiple event arc, similar to the events leading up to the climax of Mafuyu's story. Summarizing that, yes I think Kanade's got some real tough shit ahead of her, but that's why this won't be a one-off event story. I think it'll just be the beginning.

That being said, to touch more on my predictions for kana5 itself, I think Kanade will start to slip, and the others, Mafuyu especially, will take notice. I can't really predict anything specific, but I think something will happen that will make her question her ability to save people, or cause her to be harder on herself, as she has in the past, to keep composing persistently, neglecting her own needs and health. However, things are different now than they were before niigo. She has more people around her that will be able to see the damage she's doing to herself. But she also knows they all look up to her, and that her music lifts them up. She knows they all have a lot they're dealing with, and she needs to be there for them. She can't let them down.

Then, when Kanade pushes herself past her limits at the cost of her well-being, what will she do then? She meets with the others on nightcord every night, and Mafuyu is living at her place. She won't be able to rot away by herself anymore without people noticing. But she still feels this need to be the group's rock and to be the one to save everyone, so she'll try her damn hardest to prevent the others from worrying about her. She'll shoot down their attempts at trying to talk about it. I think she might be especially stubborn this time around, and it might cause niigo to have to figure out a way to help Kanade, since they won't be able to get through to her at first.

Kanade has shown in the past to get uncharacteristically aggressive when she's pushing herself too hard, as shown above. She starts to take on everything herself, and snaps at anyone who tries to stop her. I think this side of her will be shown more going forward, as she begins to go down this kind of self-destructive path yet again. At least, that's where I think her story will go. Her tendency to work herself to the bone hasn't really been resolved, and she's gone so far with it before to end up in the hospital after passing out. She doesn't care what happens to her, as long as she can save people. The only reason she has ((slightly)) gotten better at taking care of herself is so that she can be able to keep composing without ending up in the hospital again. Not because she cares about her health. Because she must keep composing. She still only does the bare minimum for herself. If it's her cooking, she's only having instant ramen, and most days she's probably not going to see the sun. She still doesn't sleep much, and Mafuyu has said that she's often falling asleep at her computer.

This might be getting a little rambley atp, but my point is that Kanade neglects her own needs in her determination to save others. I mentioned how she neglects her physical health in the last paragraph, but she also neglects her own feelings as well.

She minimizes her own problems or just doesn't even talk about them. I think she truly believes that her problems don't matter, that they only distract her from her goals. The reason she doesn't open up is likely because she herself doesn't believe her feelings are important at all. She doesn't pay them any mind, and she doesn't want anyone else to either.

Of course, I have to bring this card up. I think this is just a perfect visual representation of Kanade's feelings, and it's great foreshadowing for what's to come. Those feelings are buried deep within Kanade, yet to be addressed or solved. THIS is what we're getting into. Kanade, depicted as an angel, surrounded by death. I think this is related to her guilt surrounding what happened to her father, believing it was her fault. That she destroyed everything. But because of that incident, she told herself she has to keep composing, and never stop, in order to save people. She feels like she owes that much, and that that's her sole purpose. She won't allow herself to think otherwise. No matter how much it destroys her, she must be a savior for others.

Last thing I wanted to add, because I saw this reblog under a prev kanade analysis post, and they brought up great points. Especially how dangerous Kanade's composing grind can get. We wouldn't even have a story if Honami hadn't found Kanade unconscious!!! I think she might get to a really low point again like this, but having Mafuyu there especially, it won't be able to go unnoticed. I don't have much else to add to those tags though cus they speak for themselves 🙏

Finally, just real quickly going back to the little comic I drew, this is just a rough idea of how I think Kanade could act. She'll get noticeably worse, but will try to hide that fact from the others and deny any help from them. I also mentioned that I think we could see more aggression from her again, so I included that, as she feels threatened in a way by Mafuyu worrying about her. She can't let that happen. Also, Kanade's impending doom aside, I think this progression in the story may also spark some change in Mafuyu. She might show some more emotion in this or future events, and she may realize how much Kanade means to her, motivating her to do more for her. I think it'll be a full group effort to save Kanade, but I wanna see Mafuyu taking a bigger role in this. I just think this also has the potential to grow Mafuyu's character more.

Also, as for the Kanade crashout, I really don't know how they'll handle that. I can't really predict what they're gonna do with her climax. But I want her screaming yelling and crying !!! like she better go insaneeee 🙏 and I also feel like they have a lot of potential with her seiyuu/VA and stepping out of the soft quiet voice to do some crazy shit, maybe in the songs too pls pls pls give us loud kanadeeee

OKAY THATS ENOUGH YAPPING its 5 am i havent slept....

[bizarrelovetriangel]

distance

angst with comfort. brief jealous reader/mc and jealous zayne. slightly ooc zayne just bc you know he'd always put you first no matter how hectic life can get. but just for this one, he gets a little cold...

as insecurities take over, you distance yourself from zayne and zayne realizes how empty he feels without you.

Being a doctor can be stressful. It takes a lot of energy, and Zayne, no matter how perfect he seemed, isn't an exception.

Lately, his work has been taking a lot of his time, and it's starting to take a toll on his health. You've been trying to help him to take a break and relax for a while, but it hasn't been easy.

And your relationship was put to test.

You brought him food in his home office, and it had only gone cold and untouched.

You wanted to get his mind off work for a bit, so you took him out for plushie hunting at the claw machines after dinner one night, though he only said a few words as he watched you play, eyes looking like they're ready to close at any minute.

You encouraged him to join you in bed to get some sleep, hoping to get rid of the tiredness in his eyes, and he told you to go first and he'll join you in a few minutes, only for him to take hours, when you were already in a deep sleep.

You asked him to watch a movie with you, he said he wasn't in the mood, so you ended up falling asleep on the couch all alone until the movie's end credits started rolling.

You offered to give him a massage, gentle hands squeezing the tensed muscles of his shoulders, only for him to move away and say, "I'm sorry... I just need some time alone for a while. I need to finish this."

Of course, you understood. He is a doctor who has to do paper work along with treating the patience at Akso Hospital. Things can get pretty stressful, and even Zayne can be overwhelmed.

It's normal to want space.

After all, you admit that you might have seemed like a pesky buzzing fly to someone who just wants some silence.

"Okay. I'll head home, then. Good night, Zayne. Please, don't forget to eat and rest." Not wanting to annoy him any further, you resisted to give him your usual parting peck and embrace. Instead, you gave him a soft smile and a casual wave of goodbye before leaving his house.

In the following day, you sent Zayne a good morning message, reminding him to take good care of himself, and he responded with his favorite good morning sticker. You weren't able to see him at all, since the Wanderers you dealt with had been a handful. By the end of the day, after eating dinner at a ramen shop with your coworkers, Xavier and Tara, you just had enough energy left for shower before crashing on your bed.

The next day, you had a day off so you decided to stop by Akso Hospital to drop off lunch for Zayne, knowing that he's most likely just eating cafeteria food. You even got him some macarons as a treat for working so hard, so you're certain he'll choose your personal delivery than the cafeteria.

The moment you arrived, you were greeted by Yvonne, whose eyes lit up as soon as she spotted your figure. "Hey! It's been a while since you visited!"

"Haha, I know! Work's been crazy, but apparently not as hectic as yours!" You laughed as Yvonne pouted in agreement.

"Tell me about it!" Greyson appeared as well, clutching a few sheets of paper in one hand. "So many people are getting injured these days! Luckily, things are starting to calm down now though."

"That's good. You guys really need a break after all the hard work you've been doing." You then held up the light blue tote bag that contained the lunch box and started to walk towards Zayne's office. "Anyways, don't let me take anymore of your precious time. I just stopped by to give Zayne - "

Within several feet away from his office, you froze.

The door was partly opened, and inside you could see him. Zayne was already eating lunch, and he wasn't alone. He's with a woman, another doctor, based on the snippets of phrases you caught as she spoke elegantly.

You couldn't tear your eyes off Zayne's bright eyes and his lips slightly curled into a smile.

The smile that you haven't seen for days.

You were glad to see it.

You only wished that it was directed at you right now.

"Ah, never mind. I guess he's busy at the moment." You turned around and retreated, giving Yvonne and Greyson a smile.

It was the kind of smile that had them exchange a look of concern.

"I'll just get going then. It was nice seeing you two!"

Greyson's eyes followed the tote bag in your hands that were lowering with disappointment. "Ahaha! Well, you know.... I haven't had lunch yet..." His left hand scratches the back of his head. "How about I trade some coupons with you in exchange for whatever you got in there? I'll treat you next time we have a group hang out too."

You grinned as you caught his drift right away. Someone wanted free food. "The coupons will suffice. I hope you enjoy!"

Greyson managed to drop a quick thank you as you practically ran out of the building.

Later that night, you didn't send a goodnight text, and you did not receive one either.

The next morning, you woke up to a good morning message from Zayne, along with a snowman sticker that said, 'Awake?'

You replied a quick, 'Good morning' before continuing to eat your breakfast while scrolling through social media.

A couple of minutes later, you received a follow-up text, with Zayne asking if you're feeling okay, sensing that something was off with the way you replied to him.

You always send him multiple texts, sometimes paragraph-long, but never just a couple of words that lacked your usual charms.

'Just feeling a little tired, been busy at work'

It wasn't a lie. Wanderers have been kicking your ass, though you always make sure to kick theirs thrice as hard.

You weren't even really upset with Zayne. He didn't do anything wrong that would warrant a cold shoulder.

It's just that something has been forcing you to distance yourself from him. Something deep in your stomach was making you feel weird, about yourself.

You started to wonder.... if you were too much for Zayne.

Too loud, too energetic, too draining, too....childish.

What if, maybe, he preferred to be with someone who's more calm and collected? Someone who didn't waste his time getting plushies at claw machines? Someone who matches his interests and intellect and energy? Someone mature? Like that woman that he was having lunch with.

After all, she was able to get him to smile, while you failed for days.

Maybe Zayne was getting tired of you.

And so, you stayed away from him, not wanting to pest him with your presence any longer.

He deserves better.

/////////

Busy. Busy. Busy. He'd been asking you if you were available to go out on Friday, Saturday, then Sunday, but Zayne hasn't had any luck.

The good morning and good night messages stopped, too. Usually, you were the one that sent them first. Sometimes, he'd send a text first, and you'll reply with multiple messages. This time, it's just been silence. All calls have been missed. He hasn't seen your face nor heard your voice for days.

He doesn't like it.

The distance. The silence.

Something was wrong, and he had a feeling that it's not because of your job.

You've been together for a while now, and he had seen you in your busiest and most exhausted days. No matter how much work has taken from you, you always made time for him. Even if it's just to shoot him some messages and a quick video call to let him know what you've been up to.

You always find time and energy for him.

That was something he hasn't been doing lately. He knows that he'd messed up and pushed you away when you were just looking out for him.

Zayne wanted to apologize properly in person, but now, he realizes, that might not happen anytime soon.

In his office at the hospital, Zayne quietly ate his lunch that was purchased at the cafeteria, forcing his eyes to remain at his computer screen even though they keep darting back to his closed door, hoping that it would open and a certain hunter will give him a surprise visit with food she prepared just for him.

The food wasn't settling well in his stomach.

Zayne couldn't find it in him to enjoy the sweet drink he bought at the cafe. He didn't want any of it. What he wanted was for you to show up so he can hold on to you and never let go.

It's been days and he misses your warmth.

Sighing, Zayne stood up and took a folder that had been sitting on his desk. He had unfinished paper work to do, he might as well just focus on that now, since he didn't have the appetite for lunch.

"Greyson, I have a question about yesterday morning's patient from the pediatrics." He entered his colleague's office, which wasn't too far from his own.

"Doctor Zayne, what do you need?" Greyson looked up from his book.

"About the antibiotics they were prescribed. How many - " Zayne's eyes shifted to something familiar that demanded his attention. A light blue tote bag sits on Greyson's desk. "That looks just like...."

He then spotted a familiar snowman sticker at the bottom left corner at the front of the bag. He knows that sticker well, because he was the one that put it there.

"Actually, that's.... Why do you have that?"

Greyson tensed up at Zayne's suddenly raised voice. Not angry, but more...accusatory. All he could do was laugh nervously.

"She visited a few days with food meant for you, but she saw that you were busy, so....I figured, instead of letting it be wasted....."

Zayne nodded his head. "I see." He then picked up the tote bag with the clean and washed empty lunch box inside. "I'll be returning this to her then."

"Y-yes, please! Thank you!"

Zayne didn't even finish his question for Greyson. He just walked out of the office immediately after taking the bag.

Greyson sighs with relief. He didn't die.

///////

Zayne returned home with his stomach feeling worse, and it's not because he hasn't eaten much. Now, he's certain that you really were upset with him.

First, he neglected you, pushed you away and acted cold when you were just caring for him, then you saw him having lunch with another woman - which wasn't wrong, and you've seen him have lunch meetings with other women before and expressed no concerns, but this time was different. The timing was bad, and the fact that you didn't barge in or talked to him afterwards meant you felt upset.

After giving you a few more calls that had all gone to voice mail, Zayne called it a day, hoping he'd have better luck tomorrow.

But he wasn't gifted with sleep that night.

His mind couldn't stop thinking.

He worried that you might've been so hurt that you'd want to leave him, and the thought of losing you made his chest tighten.

The thought of having to live without you by his side, just like all those years ago, hurt a lot. Now that he knows what a life with you feels like, there was no way he could go back to the days without you next to him.

Zayne sat up and looked at the time.

11:20 p.m.

It started to rain, and the coldness has entered his lonely home.

He can't waste another day.

Zayne needed to see you. Now.

And so, he quickly changed his clothes and went to his car and drove to your apartment.

/////

Your mouth dropped as soon as you saw who rang your doorbell.

"Zayne?! What the hell - it's almost midnight and it's raining!" His hair had gotten wet from the rain, black buttoned-up shirt also catching cold droplets, yet he didn't care at all. "Are you crazy?! What are you - "

You couldn't even finish screaming at him as he suddenly dove into your arms, burying his face against your neck as he pulls you close to him.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, warm breath tickling your skin. "I'm sorry."

Your throat tightened and words failed to leave your mouth. The coldness pricked your skin, so you rushed back inside your apartment with Zayne still latching onto you.

You took him to the kitchen and sat him down on a chair. He kept his arms wrapped around your waist while his face rested on your stomach.

Your fingers brushed against the wet strands of his hair. "Zayne..."

"I'm sorry." He said again. "I'm sorry for pushing you away when you only meant well. I'm sorry that you had to distance yourself from me, because I made you feel like... like you weren't important. But you are. I need you by my side. Please, don't leave."

"Zayne..." Your chest ached at the desperation in his voice. "Zayne." You got on your knees so that you can look at him in the eyes and hold onto his hands. "I'm sorry, too."

His eyes looked at you with confusion.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted. You weren't at fault for wanting space. I'd respect your wish anytime. It's just, at that time, my insecurity got the best of me."

"Insecurity?"

"I started to think that I might be too childish, and that maybe you'd prefer to be with someone more mature and someone who matches your interests, someone who could help you out when you're stressed about work, instead of getting in your way." You confessed, feeling embarrassed now that you're saying it out loud in front of him. "I'm sorry."

Zayne shook his his head and brought your hands to his lips for a lingering warm kiss. "I never thought that, and I never will. I'm grateful for you, and I love you exactly the way you are. You don't get in my way. I shouldn't have pushed you away. I truly am sorry for making you feel that way. I promise I won't do it again."

You rested your forehead against his.

"....you're still wet from the rain." You clicked your tongue and got up to get a towel, only for him to grab your hand. "Come on."

You brought him to the bathroom so you could help him freshen up from the rain. After he changed into the pajamas that he'd keep in your house, he joined you on your bed, and his arms wrapped tightly around you.

His head rested on your chest, arms on your hips, legs tangled together.

Just then...

"Shit. I forgot to turn off the lights in the kitchen."

You attempted to get up, but Zayne only held you tighter.

"Don't go."

"It'll only take a second." You poked his cheek, suppressing a smile, enjoying his clingy side that rarely comes out.

"It'll be fine. It can stay on for the night. Just let me keep holding you."

"Okay. Good night, Zayne."

"Good night."

[marvelfilth]

Bewitched (18+)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

Warnings: dub-con, use of magic on r, drugging, smut, mommy kink, degradation, praise, wanda being a peeping tom

Summary: You're all she can think of, and when she sees two attractive women leave your house one August morning, she decides she's finally had enough.

Masterlist

She's been watching you for a while now.

She watches as you bring home girl after girl, all of them leaving early in the morning after a night of mind-blowing sex. She watches you go for a run shortly after they're gone, sweat clinging to your lean body. She watches you from behind a curtain when you're laid on your bed, alone, your hand between your parted legs, fingers thrusting in and out, your mouth open wide. She has to bite down on her knuckles in moments like this, to keep any sound from escaping her lips, lest you notice her watching.

She sits on the front porch when you leave for work, dressed in poorly ironed blouses, the sight making her lips curl, displeased. She thinks she could take much better care of you, especially when you come back home with only coffee and some instant ramen instead of proper groceries. She returns your greeting, her lips stretching in a wide smile, and fights the urge to walk up to you when your eyes linger on her cleavage a moment too long.

You're all she can think of, and when she sees two attractive women leave your house one August morning, she decides she's finally had enough.

Agatha is an old friend, and a much more experienced witch with little to none morals, so when Wanda asks for a specific book she doesn't bat an eye. Armed with newfound knowledge, Wanda spends days gathering ingredients and perfecting the potion - she needs it to be impeccable.

She slips a few drops into a glass of lemonade, picks up a batch of freshly baked cookies, and crosses the distance between your houses.

"Wanda! Hi." Your smile is wide and earnest, and your neck is littered with hickeys. Wanda hides the spark of jealousy that shoots through her chest, and keeps her eyes pinned to your face.

"Hi, sweetheart. You're not busy, are you?" She discreetly looks behind you, trying to figure out if you brought someone home. She holds up the plate with a shy smile once she's sure it's only two of you. "I made too much again, figured I'd share them with you."

"I'd drop everything for your cookies, you know that." You grin. "Do you want to come in?" You ask, opening the door wider, and accepting the cookies and the drink.

"Oh, I wish, but I still have a lot of dough left, so I better go back. You tell me if you want more, okay?"

Two days later you bring a girl over, Wanda settles on the windowsill and waits. Your kiss lacks passion, your usually quick fingers stumble over the buttons of the girl's blouse, and when she finally discards it herself, you look away like your eyes have been burned by the sight. Wanda hums, her fingers tapping on the window, and smiles. The girl is out not even ten minutes later. You're left alone in your bed, undressing and reaching inside the bottom drawer of your nightstand. Wanda swallows, her eyes zero in on the wetness between your parted thighs, her hand sneaking past the waistband of her pants. She watches you push the vibrator inside, and lets her pussy swallow her fingers, thrusting them deep. She presses the side of her face against the glass, fogging up the window, and mewls, her thumb brushing against her clit in quick strokes. She comes fast, your name on her lips.

You don't.

You writhe on the bed, changing position after position, discarding vibrator and using your fingers instead. Wetness gushes from your aching cunt, and you're so so close, but you can't come, no matter how hard you try.

You push your face into the pillow, letting out a groan, before heading to your bathroom for a cold shower.

Wanda closes the curtains and smiles.

It goes on for weeks. You bring home a different woman each time, and each time they leave without shedding a single piece of clothing, and you're left frustrated and unsatisfied. It starts to take a toll on you after week two. Wanda sees the way your shoulders slump, sees dark bags under your eyes, and fights the urge to make it better. She's the only one who can, after all.

On the first day of September she makes paprikash, adds three drops of the potion, and heads over to you.

"Wanda," you smile, albeit hesitantly.

"Hi, sweetheart. I noticed you've been down these past few weeks, so I thought I'd make something special for you." She hands you the tupperware full of delicious smelling food. Your stomach rumbles, making you blush. "It's an old family recipe, I hope you enjoy it."

You nod dumbly, and thank her. She's ready to head home when you stop her. "Will you come in?"

She wasn't planning to, but with you looking like a kicked puppy she couldn't say no. You lead her to the kitchen, offering her refreshments, and she settles on one of the chairs, watching you move around like a hawk.

You'll be hers soon, she can feel it.

You offer her a plate, and she politely refuses, claiming she made it just for you. She enjoys the blush that coats your cheeks at her words, and reaches over the counter to push a strand of hair behind your ear. You jump like you've been burned, stifling a whimper. "S-sorry. I didn't expect that." Your blush deepens, and you dig in to avoid looking Wanda in the eye.

You eat like a woman starved, and help yourself for a second plate, smiling and thanking Wanda for her efforts. Wanda bites on her lower lip, humming.

"Feel better?" Wanda husks once you're finally done, her fingers locking around your wrist. You stiffen, wide-eyed. "Y-yes," you whisper, trying to pry your hand away, but Wanda doesn't let you, interlacing your fingers instead. This time you can't hide the moan that slips past your lips. Wanda coos, cupping your jaw with her other hand. "What is it, honey?"

You close your eyes, unconsciously nuzzling into the warmth of her palm, your legs spreading as if by command. Wanda looks down, taking a deep breath once she sees your milky thighs finally open for her.

"Oh, honey, does it hurt?" She rasps. "Do you want mommy to take care of you?"

Your eyes grow hazy at her words, your lips parting."I- I don't think you can, I don't understand what's happening to me," you whimper, hips buckling in search of friction.

"Come here." She pats her thighs and you obey, climbing on her lap like a good girl. "There you are, pretty girl." She whispers, cupping your face in her soft palms. You slowly start rocking your hips, your clothed cunt rubbing against her thigh. It feels so good. "I'm sorry," you whimper, "I can't control it. I just- you feel so good."

She smiles, sliding her hands lower, down to your waist. "Don't hold back, sweet girl. Make a mess on mommy's thigh."

You bite on your lower lip to stifle a moan, grinding against her like your life depends on it. She hums happily, guiding your movements, her palms spreading over your hips. “Mommy,” you whimper, blinking back tears. “Please, please I-”

“What is it, darling?” She coos, sliding her hands lower to grip your butt. “Use your words like a big girl.”

You almost cry out in frustration, words mixing up in your head. “I- You. Need to feel you,” you say, nuzzling your face into the crook of her neck.

She hums in satisfaction, feeling the wetness seep through your panties, coating her thigh in your arousal. “I don't think you do, detka. I think you'll come just like that, humping on my leg like a desperate little slut.”

You cry out, pressing against her harder, your walls clenching around nothing as you get closer and closer. “Please, mommy, just… touch me.” You whimper and your hand sneaks down your stomach, aiming between your legs before Wanda swiftly catches it, holding your wrist between her long fingers.

“Stop,” she says, putting a hint of magic in the command. You freeze, eyes wide, pupils blown. Your body tremblers and you bite your lip hard. “Why?” You whisper, eyes welling with tears.

“Get on your knees, honey. Mommy waited long enough for you, don't you think?”

You nod, kneeling by her feet, your fingers on her legs, itching to move further.

“Good girl,” she coos, “now make me feel good.”

She spreads her legs and lifts her hips, allowing you to slide her panties off. You don't waste any moment, diving right in. Your tongue is hot on her clit, lapping. She hisses, rolling her hips to meet your tongue, but you are too far gone to notice, eating out her pussy like it's your only purpose in life.

You moan loudly, sending vibrations down Wanda's core and she whines quietly, pushing your face deeper between her legs. You hum, and focus on her tight hole, teasing her entrance as your thumb settles over her clit. She mewls, throwing her leg over your shoulder to get you closer. You spread her folds, and she knows you fucking love what you see because you moan so deliciously it makes her walls clench.

Your mouth focuses back on her clit and she gaps, when you finally thrust inside with two fingers, curling them just right.

“That's it, detka,” she moans, “keep doing that.”

You suck on her clit and add another finger, stretching her wider, and keep thrusting fast, making her eyes water.

“You taste so good, mommy,” you murmur against her folds, not taking your eyes off her flushed face.

She comes with a stifled cry, throwing her head back. “Fuck,” she moans, “that's it, darling. You did so good.”

You hum against her clenching heat, your face covered in her arousal. She cups your chin, pulling you away from between her legs and kisses you hard. You both moan into the kiss, your tongues sliding against each other in a heated dance. She licks the inside of your mouth, earning a shuddering breath.

“Take off your dress,” she breathes, “and bend over.”

You obey, and she can see in your eyes that her magic is wearing off, little by little. Something squeezes inside her chest, something akin to fear, but you simply start taking off your underwear, finally revealing your body. She watches, rooted in place, as your breasts come into view. You look so much better like this, up close. She breathes through her mouth, darkened eyes sliding lower to where you tug down your drenched panties. She licks her lips when a trail of wetness follows, slowly sliding down your thigh. This time she's the one kneeling, licking up your inner thigh to catch it. She moans and you tremble, leaning back against the counter, your hand hovering over her head. She leaves a trail of kisses as she inches closer to your core, before spreading your slick folds and pressing a kiss to your pulsing clit.

“Fuck,” she whispers, getting up on shaky legs, and turning you around. You follow her lead, and bend over, just like she asked mere minutes ago.

Her hands settle over your cheeks like they always belonged there. “You want this,” she says, squeezing. “Tell me you want this.”

She needs to hear you say it. She needs to know that at least some part of you feels the same, needs to know there's a chance she won't have to use magic on you until you become immune to it.

“You-” you look back, pupils blown, and gulp, “-you did something to me, didn't you?”

“Yes.” One of her hands cup your pussy, making you arch against the cold counter, your sensitive nipples straining against the hard marble. That won't do, she decided, and molds against your body, her other hand sliding over your chest to cup your full breasts. She plays with your hole, knowing she still has some time before you completely come back to your senses. She still has time to fuck you dumb.

“Fuck,” you nod, moaning, and push into her hand, “I want this.”

“Look at me,” she growls, twisting your nipple and tugging hard. She teases your clit, going over it in half circles, before deciding to spell out her name all over your body.

W, right over your clit, making your eyes water and your hips clamp closed one her hand, keeping her there, snug against you..

A, a bit to the side, on the sensitive skin of your outer folds.

N, with her tongue, on the sensitive skin being your ear.

D, over your straining nipple, before continuing her teasing.

A, over your entrance, right before she slips inside.

You mewl, your eyes rolling back, before doing as told. “M- mommy,” you moan, grasping the counter and moving against her hand. Her fingers inch out slowly, teasing your walls, before they thrust back inside. She watches, mesmerized, as her fingers disappear inside your most vulnerable part. She leans against you, nuzzling against your ear. “Now say it again. I want to see your face when you say it,” she says, before pulling away.

You blink and take a deep, shuddering breath, your eyes blown in pleasure, but no longer tainted with magic. Wanda holds her breath, and barely stops herself from using her powers on you again.

“I want this,” you gasp, “I want you.”

She can't stop the burst of magic that emerges from her chest, uncontrollable. She blinks, realising you're now in her bedroom, with you under her, your face now buried in her soft pillow.

“Fuck,” you hiss, and she realises her hand is still inside you, now in an awkward angle. She shushes you with a kiss to your shoulder, before curling her fingers inside your clenching pussy.

“Better now, detka?”

“Yes,” you moan, grasping the bed frame, “make yours.”

She growls, and with a flick of her wrist her clothes disappear, leaving her naked as she grinds against your ass. She pushes against her hand with her hips, making her fingers hit deeper, harder into your wet heat.

“You were mine since the moment I saw you,” she hisses, landing a loud slap against the tender flesh of your cheek. “Do you understand? You never stood a chance.”

You mumble something unintelligible, tears of pleasure streaming down your face, and she feels your cunt pulsing.

You're so close now, so close to giving her what she wants. She adds another finger, her other hand reaching under you to play with your swollen clit, and you twitch violently, pushing your hips back, your back arched.

She knows she can make you hold it. She knows she can make you take her whole hand, the thought makes something dark and possessive twist in her chest, but she also knows there will be time for that later, and now she wants to see you fall apart.

“Come for me,” she whispers, watching as your pussy clenches around her hand, keeping her inside. You almost sob with overwhelming pleasure, still rocking against her hand, as you try to catch your breath. “Good girl,” she murmurs, gently laying you on your side and molding herself against your back, her hand nestled inside your heat. She presses a wet kiss against your shoulder, before sucking on the tender skin of your neck, leaving a permanent mark. “You did so good, my darling.”

You hum, relaxing. She smiles, pressing another kiss on the underside of your jaw. Your body twitches from the aftershocks of your orgasm, and she gently, oh so gently, starts moving her fingers inside, all the while littering your side with kisses. “I'm so proud of you.”

Your hand flies to hers to stop her, but she catches it easily, her magic warm against your wrist. You turn in her arms, a protest on your tongue, but not a word leaves your lips, because hers are on you in an instant. She kisses your breasts, and her fingers slip out to circle your entrance.

“Wanda,” you moan, clutching the back of her head with your free hand, “please.”

She releases your nipple with a wet pop. “Please what?”

“I can't-,” you moan, “I'm too sensitive.”

She pouts against your chest. She knows you can take it, but perhaps it's a little too soon for that.

Her magic disappears and her hand stills, settling over your pussy. You relax again, burrowing your face into the crook of her neck. She thought you'd be trying to run away by now, but here you are, pressing closer. She smiles, satisfied. Maybe there will not be any need for magic from now on.

[acid-ixx]

i’m kinda curious on whether or not the reader would continue going to college after they go back to the wayne manor. furthermore, i also remember the resder mentioning a small group of friend they had, will they stay in contact with them? how do the family react to them being so close with others? dudhjew i love this series you write so well.

— masterlist !

a/n: phew i finally get to answer asks !! yesterday was insane, me and my family swam on around 5 different beaches so i was outside for more than 12 hours with no wifi and the power keeps turning off in the house due to the weather so that's that. i love writing so this is a bit longer than i expected hehe. oh yeah i forgot to tell yall that in the timeline, the mc may be bruce's third child but they're actually younger than tim as he was adopted later on.

now, to answer. i don't think bruce, as your ever-so loving father, would agree to get you back to college once you're back (kidnapped) in the manor. he wouldn't directly say it, but with your current state of relationship towards your family, with just how much time they have lost not spending it with you, it's a given that bruce, your dad, and your siblings who are feral for any ounce of attention from you, would insist that you take... a very long vacation with just them.

after all, desire is one of the stronger emotions they feel towards you, and they grapple at anything you offer towards them. but they still want you to be happy, no?

so at first, they'll let you go to your classes (though you'd be heavily monitored everywhere. who knows what bad influences scurry the area, right? barbara and tim take turns watching through the live feed of your college) but that's only if, and only if the uni's timetable allows for a flexible schedule with your family after. that means, if you're stubborn enough (which bruce understands, because "bruce! you allow damian to go to school so why can't i?!" and he's willing to give his baby the world after he finally hears them say his name) and still wish to continue the course you're working so hard for, one you had attained a full scholarship for, then go ahead!

though they can't help it when the hours they're supposed to get to know you better are taken away from them. for now, you'll have a taste of freedom before it's ultimately taken away from you.

but until then, you'll have to learn how to balance school life with family life. because even if there would be no more crappy apartment to go home to, even if you actually get a full meal instead of cheap, microwavable oven meals and dollar priced ramen, even if you still get to pursue your dream course— it's undeniable that the moment you leave your uni's doors, you'd be picked up by dick, tim, and even your youngest brother damian fucking wayne driving the car, to be escorted back to the manor strictly after classes. during the night, should you ever overstay for projects, it would be jason who'll greet you and allow you to ride his motorcycle; though that's only permissible if you have updated them a day before that you wouldn't be home before the curfew bruce has set up for you.

sometimes, it's your father who makes an untimely appearance with his well-known persona, brucie wayne. he'll greet all the people who pass by with a teethy smile, his big hand holding your stiff shoulders after he kisses your cheeks as a greeting. if you're out the door with your friends - friends who knew of your history of neglect, who told you they would always take your side - then he'll shake their hand, introduce himself with a charm that makes them question if what you've told them is true.

he presents himself with such an aura that's harmless, as if him and your other siblings who are spying by a bush aren't incapable of taking all friends down with just a punch to their face shall one of them speak up or dare tease you in front of them.

unfortunately for you, even some of your friends would be truly convinced that your father wasn't the same man you've told your lifelong stories about neglect. not when he makes a show of running his hand through his baby's head to comfort them whilst he talks to them, not when he cloaks your shoulders in his own work suit to make sure his child wouldn't feel the chilly weather, not when he takes all the time in his busy day to pick you up from school as he should've done all those years ago.

but who would believe you when it's obviously known by the public eye that bruce loves his child, (name) wayne?

you know it's all fake, and it's scary for you, that he simply was able to make a cover up story to the journalists that his child's lack of presence to the public is him merely wishing to shield them from the disgusting media, no?

now that you're older, he says, he would want to make a show of his undying grip over you, that his gleeming eyes that hold multiple threats towards the people in your campus is simply his overprotectiveness as your father, that if they ever harm you or dare question your family's overprotective nature towards you; they'd be gone by the very hands that sworn to protect gotham.

it's all fake, you tell yourself.

but what isn't false are his intentions to make you feel like you're part of the family now, no matter how much you kick, or fight, or scream; they'll always remind you that you're loved and always will be. it's both an apology and display of affection towards you.

it doesn't matter if your uni is on the other side of gotham, you're always coming home to them and that's final. at least you know they still have an ounce of empathy for you to continue having friends (and a boyfriend that they've no knowledge of, yet), as long as they heavily monitor you...

... what you don't know, though, is that the moment you've fallen into the hands of danger— your father wouldn't hesitate pulling you out of college and instead settling for homeschooling. you have brilliant siblings, after all, and a father who had trained all over the world.

that's why hangouts with friends are unpermitted, you soon discover that only trying to beg bruce to at least be more flexible with your friends would only lead to even lesser chance of trying to find escape in your already stuffy life.

and don't even dare throw a tantrum about preferring your friends over them. if you even go as far as calling one of your friend's parents as an even better parent than bruce could be, that your friends are people you consider actual siblings, then you've guaranteed yourself a one way ticket to being locked up in the manor, permanently; with your father and your siblings, especially damian, trying to prove themselves that, no, you didn't just fucking say that, take it back.

you're going to witness a personal breakdown from damian. because no way do you prefer those scum over him! he's supposed to be your favorite, who are they to take his place?! you love him, you love them, you wanted attention from the family, didn't you?! you wouldn't be able to comfort him because he'd already wear his robin suit, ready to eliminate any of your friends who are younger than you because they don't deserve to be seen as your younger sibling, no matter if you had just blurted that out as retaliation for an argument.

what you had just said is serious, and bruce and dick wouldn't even try to stop that kid from slashing someone in broad daylight; dick choosing to cry and refusing to let you go from his arms as he babbles on about his delusional baby bird, trying his damn best to not let his temper get to him, trying so hard to not choke the ever living shit out of any of your older friends once you confess calling anyone of them your older brother— because him, jason, and tim are supposed to be the only ones you consider your older brothers, babybird!

hell, even tim and babs are already on the monitors ready to give damian each and every one of your friend's individual locations.

bruce especially, would be heartbroken that his child called someone else their father. that's his title. you calling him father, or dad, or papa, or any language that describes him to be your parental figure is the only thing keeping him sane. he hates it when his child only calls him bruce as if to describe a mere stranger, to which he knows he is to you— but it sounds wrong and it furthers the ache in his heart— and it's even worse if you chose to call someone else a father, chose anyone else than him as your dad.

batman is even more cruel in his patrol after your argument, punching the living hell out of any male criminals, picturing your voice playing over and over again calling them your father instead of him— it only makes him perceptive of jason's moral code. because what if you have fallen into the hands of anyone but him before he had come to take you back? he knows he isn't the best, was never there for you until now, but fuck, he needs to make it up to his child, and getting angry at you only worsens your already severed bond with him.

so you may expect a punishment, but it's already punishment towards you when you're now isolated inside the manor with only the presence of your siblings to comfort you throughout the nights where it gets too lonely during patrol time. bruce would have more than an hour long talk with you in his study, forcing you to confess every single thought you have about him and your siblings. he tells you it's all unrecorded, that there's no cameras to watch over your one-on-one confrontation— he just wants his baby's opinion on everything so they could adjust to your every whim, but really, it's all just a matter of them wanting to dive deep into your very thoughts like the invasive creatures they are.

the worst part of it all, is that nobody even dare mentions the names of your friends and their respective family. they listen to anything you say, because you already barely talk, but the moment you mutter about missing them, the topic would be shunned down by something, anything else. whether that'd be damian deciding that his older sibling should paint with him, or dick inviting you to watch him perform his acrobatic stunts.

it's a distraction you know you're susceptible to, because they all wish to take your thoughts away from those scum, as damian calls them, and instead have you focus on them, your actual family. those people are nothing to you, now that they're out of the picture.

... you should've chosen to be homeschooled instead of unintentionally getting your friends killed.

[obitos-whore]

Naruto men taking care of their s/o when they're sick

I'm currently dealing with a cold and really shitty stomach problems, probably due to food poisoning. So, I present you this. Apologies if it's not good or your faves aren't in it. Also, shout-out to everyone who's currently sick. We're in this together and we'll get through it.

(Includes: Obito, Gaara, Shisui, Itachi and Kakashi)

Tw: Mention of sickness, throwing up and medicine

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Obito

He was woken up by the sound retching coming from the bathroom

After noticing that you weren't in bed, he immediately went to check on you in the bathroom, calling out your name softly to make his presence known and to not startle you

When another wave of nausea washes over you, he kneels down beside you and gently rubs your back in circular motions

"It's okay, love. It's okay. Let it out, I'm here for you."

Once you're done regurgitating your dinner, he hands you some water to rinse your mouth with

And in case you accidentally made a mess, don't worry, Obito will reassure you with a kiss on the top of your head and a soft "Don't worry, honey, I got this" and clean it up while you brush your teeth

When everything is nice and clean again, he will help you back to your shared bedroom and offer to make you some tea and prepare a hot water bottle for your upset tummy

Since he knows how draining and strenuous throwing up can be, Obito makes sure you're nice and comfy, with a bucket in reach and a box of tissues to wipe your mouth and tears with, before heading to the kitchen to prepare that tea and hot water bottle

Back in bed, he will hold you tight and cuddle you, peppering your head with affectionate kisses and whispering words of encouragement

Gaara

He noticed something was up when he came back home and you weren't there to greet him like you always do

After a quick search, he found you laying in bed, wrapped in two blankets and shivering, teeth practically clattering

His protective instincts kicked in immediately at the sight of you and without wasting any time, Gaara began to tend to you, pushing aside his own fatigue

He checked your temperature, fluffed up your pillows, turned up the heat in the room and brought you an extra blanket. He even gave you one of his sweaters for extra warmth and comfort

"Don't worry my little desert flower, I'm going to take care of you."

Gaara practically raids the medicine cabinet and insists that you take some of everything

Despite his usually stoic and calm demeanor, Gaara tends to turn into a bit of a helicopter parent partner when it comes to you. (And he's not ashamed of it)

He also doesn't care that he might get sick as well by being so close to you. He just wants to be there for you and nurse you back to health like a good spouse should. Plus, he can handle a bit of a runny nose and some coughing

Shisui

It was actually him who got you sick in the first place

He insisted that he could take care of himself and that you should stay away until he was no longer infectious. But you didn't listen and that's how you two ended up being sick together

Feeling guilty, Shisui tries to make it up by tending to you to his best of ability. Which sounds as strenuous and tedious as it actually is, with each of you insisting that the other should rest and let them do all the work

To no one's surprise, neither of you actually gets much done and instead spends the majority of the day sleeping

Your diet for that time consists of mostly medicine and teas and some instant ramen. Maybe some fruits or home cooked meals if someone was so kind to bring you some

Despite both of you feeling like absolute ass, you do appreciate the chance to spend some 'quality' time together. Even if that mostly consists of coughing up a lung and trumpeting like a herd of elephants while blowing your noses

Regardless of which of you is the worst off, Shisui will be the one to go to the pharmacy and the grocery store to get medicine, food and a few other things, such as flowers, a "Get well soon" card, a cute little plushie and your favourite snacks

The poor guy is being eaten alive by guilt and his unwavering love for you is what gives him the strength to actually leave the bed and function somehow. Even if it's for your sake only. So you better appreciate his efforts

Itachi

Itachi had come over to your place, to spend the few days he had off with you

Wanting to surprise you, he used the spare key you gave him to access the apartment and prepare a cute little dinner date a la stay at home. That was, until he heard noises coming from the bathroom

He decided to investigate and that's when he found you, hung over the toilet, hair and clothes a total mess and face almost as white as the toilet you were hugging

His previous plans now forgotten, he dutifully takes it upon himself to care for you, starting with comforting you and carefully getting you back to bed once your stomach has been emptied

Knowing that tea, warmth and bed rest are the best way to soothe an upset stomach, Itachi doesn't shy away from becoming your personal nurse/butler during that time

He will make you homemade ginger tea, cook easily digestible meals for you, prepare as many hot water bottles as you need and want and even take care of the chores around the apartment without you even having to ask him to

And on top of that, he still takes the time to cuddle with you and rub your stomach to alleviate the pain and discomfort you're in

He'd even request to have a few more days off, in case you're not feeling better by the time he has to be back on duty

Kakashi

When you and Kakashi met up for one of your rare dates, the silver haired Jonin immediately noticed your ailing state and advised you to take it easy

He even offered to reschedule your date so that you could take the time to rest. But after you stubbornly insisted that you were fine, he eventually gave in, albeit reluctantly

The next day, he decided to pay you a brief visit and check on you

Of course, he wasn't surprised when he saw your pale face sheepishly peeking out from behind the blanket as you tried to stifle a cough

"So much for "I'm fine", huh?"

Pretends to be smug and smart-assy about being right and takes the opportunity to gently scold you for being stubborn and reckless with your health. Look, he cares a lot about you but doesn't know how to say or show it properly, so he acts like an all-knowing, wannabe doctor to get the message across

Signs himself up for the role of your caretaker, because obviously you suck at doing it yourself and he is the only responsible adult here. Basically the pinnacle of self-care. Lol

Expect to be served healthy, home cooked meals and lots of fresh vegetables and fruits to help boost that immune system of yours and get you back to health

May or may not coax you to take your medication by promising you extra cuddles and affection

[the-original-skipps]

|| A Heart Left Behind. || Wind Breaker Reactions ||

*smacks lips* it was getting a little too fluffy around here lol

please read PART 1 first before this one!

CW: angst. mentions of violence, injury, blood, suicide, hallucinations. character death.

: Sakura Haruka. Suo Hayato. Nirei Akihito. Umemiya Hajime. Kaji Ren. Endo Yamato.

"We are sorry to inform you, but the patient has unfortunately passed away."

❥ Sakura could feel his entire world crumbling, with each fragment a piece of you. The voices of the doctor, the people around him fading away like distant noise. His vision blurs, confused; Sakura reaches to lightly brush over his surprisingly wet cheek. Oh, they're tears. The doctor could only look at the poor boy sympathetically, before being jerked forward in surprise. As tears flow endlessly, Sakura grabs a fist full of the doctor's pristine white coat. He shouts in confusion and anger - unbelieving of the words just uttered. You couldn't possibly be gone. You promised that you'd take him to the aquarium next week, you promised him you'd let him taste the cookies you tried to bake. Despite all the promises made you’re gone now; forever out of his reach and it was all his fault. With realization, regrets start bubbling within him as his arms fall limply to his side. Thinking about all the times he could have spent with you. He should have hugged you more, told you that you were truly beautiful and kissed you each time like it was going to be the last. It should have been him. Just as you’ve given him a reason to live, now you’ve gone and taken it with you.

“T-Tell me, how am I supposed to live w-without you...?”

❥ Suo remembers the vivid moment, when the doctor told him the news that changed everything. He remembers smiling and thanking the doctor for trying their best, even though his heart felt like it had just been ripped out and his mind sank into darkness. He also remembers when he stood amongst a sea of blood and bodies as the darkness fully consumed him. Sakura and Nirei look onwards with shock and despair, powerless in trying to stop him. The ones who've hurt you in a state of near death but why didn't he feel satisfied? Only when Nirei screamed that you'd never be happy seeing him like this, does the realization hit. When you've left, you've left a hole in his chest where his heart was supposed to be that could never be filled again. Now, he stands in front of your grave - a bouquet of flowers he arranged personally for you. A bouquet of purple lilies, anemones and white chrysanthemums which symbolizes grief and eternal love. He promises for as long as he still lives, he'll atone for the fact he couldn't save you. When he sees you again, does he still deserve to be hugged like you used to?

"Until we meet again, my love."

❥ Nirei doesn't remember the last time he left his room. A room filled with mountains of rubbish, discarded ramen cups, empty water bottles and other miscellaneous trash and he sits in the middle of it. His precious notebook is forgotten beneath everything. Ever since you died, Nirei couldn't find the passion nor the will to live. Suo, Sakura and all his classmates tried their best to pull him back up but it was all worthless. If it isn't your hand that pulls him back up. Your memory haunts him in this empty room, with each one bringing him to tears - his chest unbearably tight. He rocks himself from side to side as tears flood his eyes, clutching his head in his hands whispering assurances to himself. The weight of your death prevented him from rising, after all it was his fault it happened. Sometimes he swears he could hear you in this very room, belittling him and spitting insults. Most of all blaming him for the reason behind your death. It's unbearable, when will it stop? A thought flashes in his mind that has him briefly smiling. Maybe there is a solution to forever escape from the pain.

"I-If I die, will you forgive me...?"

❥ Umemiya smiles as he looks down at his work. A patch of broccolis growing big and green, he reaches over and lightly touches them. Imagine the look of excitement you'd have at seeing your favorite vegetables. Until a grim thought crosses his mind that sets a frown on his face. You’ve passed away. The memory has his fists clenched and eyes burning in trying to hold back tears that threaten to spill. Only when he hears Hiragi clear his throat from behind him, does Umemiya snap out of his thoughts. Pulling himself together, he brightly smiles at his trusted friend - thanking him for coming but what he says next has Hiragi in utter shock. With his eyes fixed on your favorite vegetables and a sad smile on his face. Umemiya states that he will no longer hold the position of Bofurin's leader and the position will be passed onto Hiragi instead. Shocked and enraged Hiragi pulls Umemiya forward with a fist full of his white shirt, demanding he take back his words but the longer Hiragi stares at his friend he realizes. That the once bright eyes no longer shined, only reflecting emptiness back to him.

"I couldn't protect (Y/N), I can longer be trusted to protect everyone."

❥ Kaji stands, leaning casually against a chain fence with his usual headphones to his ears, a song playing - a blank stare on his face. Enomoto comes running panting with Kusumi following close behind. Enomoto's eyes widen in shock at the scene in front of him. His class leader sitting, his fists bloodied - a spread of unconscious bodies surrounding him. Kaji doesn't even look at his friends, ignoring them as he properly stands - brushing past them to walk away until Enomoto stops him with a hand to his shoulder. As the hand touches Kaji's shoulder, a switch happens - he angrily swats his friend's hand away. Enomoto and Kusumi stood in shock, the look on Kaji's face was the same face he used to have years ago. His usual blue eyes swirling with sadness and rage. A deep emptiness infixed within him. Ever since you died, he no longer knew he was or who to be anymore. Your guiding hand no longer extended towards him. Enomoto tries talk some sense into his friend that what he was doing was wrong but Kaji answers back with only shouts colored in anger. The sudden movement knocks Kaji's headphones from his head. A familiar song played from the device, Enomoto and Kasumi knew it well. It was your favorite song.

"Don't you get it?! T-This is the only way I can feel something!"

❥ Endo stares up into the bright full moon, as he sits on a swing. The deserted playground he's at is quiet, with only the whispers of the wind. He looks to a swing beside him. He can see the ghost of your figure sitting on it, asking him if he could push you. At the vision, a smile creeps upon Endo's face - you look so happy and beautiful calling out to him. Unconsciously, he reaches a hand out towards you, only to brush against nothing. The image of you disappearing like sand to the wind. It often happens, a memory of you attached to everything around him - that's how much he sees you even when you’re gone. He believes that he sees you but only to meet with disappointment and a blank space where you used to be. On nights where he's left to his own thoughts, the image of you becomes clearer as if you were really there. He swears you spoke to him with your usual sweet voice and he happily replied back. He doesn't want to accept that you're gone, his entire being rejecting the notion but deep down inside he knows that you’re truly gone from this world. Even if he knows that they're only illusions created by his own mind, it's the only way he won't succumb to the loneliness of your absence. Maybe one day, when he reaches out to you he’ll actually get to touch your soft skin again. Until then he’ll keep reaching out to you.

"When will you come to see me again, (Y/N)?"

[moon-ttokki-x]

oh my god I’m stupid I requested 8, 9, and 39 for the SKZ prompt list but I forgot to ask for which member. Bangchan pretty please 🥺👉👈

hihi this took so long sorry >< . . . this is a lot more angsty than anticipated but i hope it works. i wrote it a little differently that i normally would, but here you go, love~~

stupidly perfect - (best friend!bang chan x reader)

pairing: bang chan x reader

summary: chan has never noticed how you feel for him, and one fateful evening, you let it all spill.

genre: angsty as hell, idol!au, reader lowkey enters their villain era, mentions of eating and drinking, overexcited maknaes, chan is kinda oblivious in this fic ngl, supportive felix, itzy mentions (yeji, ryujin, chaeryoung if that counts ig), this is super sad tbh

a/n: this took a while tbh . . . div by @ferretmilkshakezzz

⛓️ prompts: 8. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere." / 9. "You can rest now." / 39. "I can't keep pretending I'm fine."

skz masterlist | skz prompt list

"Y/n, do you wanna come to that ramen restaurant with us later?" Jisung tugs at your arm, skipping alongside you. "We've been wanting to go for ages, and we all finally have schedules off tonight."

"Yeah, come with us," Jeongin adds. "It'll be fun."

The maknaes are tagging all around you as you walk down the hallway, trying your best to keep a hold on all the papers you're carrying. It's difficult when they're fluttering around you like overexcited birds.

You'd taken the job at JYPE around four months ago; it was decided after a very long period of doubting and worrying that it wouldn't work out after what happened at your last workplace. But your best friend, Chan, had been super supportive throughout the whole thing, even offering to help you move into your little apartment down the road from the company. He'd brought some of his friends to help with the heavy lifting, and from there, you'd pretty much been adopted into the group he'd formed and was the leader of.

Not like you had a choice in the first place.

But you didn't mind; you'd been worried partly because of the fact that you wouldn't have any friends when you'd moved to this part of Korea; Chan had managed to inadvertently solve that issue without trying. Now, the four excitable boys skipped and bickered around you as you set down the papers on your office desk. Wiping the minimal sweat from your forehead, you sighed and pried Seungmin away from the trinkets neatly lining your bookshelf.

"Who else is going?" You ask as Jisung whines about you coming to the restaurant for the umpteenth time.

Seungmin shrugs, interrupting his friend. "All of the members, you, and a couple of the girls from our dance crew."

You feel your heart sink just as your brain tells you to agree; it's been ages since you went out with the guys, and you honestly couldn't wait for a break. Work was always stressful around comeback season, but you'd all settled into the rhythm of it soon enough. Spending an evening out with eight of your best friends eating some soul food sounded like a good idea. A better idea than spending the evening on the couch in your apartment, eating ice cream in complete silence. Alone.

You bite your lip, anticipating. "Which of the dance crew girls?"

Jeongin shrugs from the sofa, swinging his legs over a disgusted Seungmin's lap as he lounges back. "The usuals; Yeji, Ryujin, Young-hee, and Chae. Why?"

"No reason," you say, turning back to the bookshelf to unnecessarily reorganise something, fiddling with the solid fabric spine of one of your books. "I'll let you know if I'm coming. Now, clear out."

Your last comment doesn't bother the maknaes at all; they know you don't like your office being messed up, so they call goodbyes, and Jisung sneakily pokes your side as he filters out the door. Felix, however, remains.

You try to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest and keep a neutral expression as you turn the dark-haired boy. He looks so different from his usual blonde-haired countenance; however, no less beautiful, and not for the first time do you hold yourself back from carding your fingers affectionately through his hair.

You exhale. "Do you need something, Lix?"

He sits down on your chair, swinging it backwards and leaning his forearms across the back. An air of resignation flows around him. "You're not coming tonight, are you?"

You bite your lip. "I'll see."

His voice is quiet. "You've said that since Chae started hanging around us. Is it because of her?"

You scoff, dropping a pen. "No. Why would you think that?"

Felix leans forward on the chair, nosy. "It is because of her, isn't it? Do you not like her? Is it because of Chan-hyung?"

You whip around to face him, exasperated. The explanation bubbles out of you like molten lava from a temperamental volcano. "Okay, fine! I just- I can't stand seeing her around him. They're so close, and they always seem so wrapped up in each other-"

You cut yourself off then, not wanting to say anything you might regret. Chae is nice enough; she's never done anything explicitly hurtful towards you, though you secretly have suspicions that she doesn't like you at all. But you stay quiet, trying to dissipate the rising frustration blooming in your chest.

Felix is quiet.

You know he knows; he's known for ages about your little crush on his leader. You were afraid to tell him, once upon a time; but all you got in response from the affectionate chicken boy was a hushed giggle and a gentle encouragement to tell Chan how you feel. He hasn't told anyone else about your feelings, and you know he would continue to keep his mouth shut. But you wish, even just a little, that someone else would notice and find a way to get Chae away from your best friend.

"No wonder she likes him too," you say quietly to yourself, sinking into your office chair.

And it isn't a wonder, really. Chan is sweet, and gentle, and kind, and so, so, supportive and admirable. There's not a single flaw about him, except perhaps his slight dislike towards himself and his irritation when it comes to those soft, dark curls that frame his perfect face so perfectly-

You shake yourself out of it. Felix is still looking at you quietly, his head tilted in thought.

"You do know," he says carefully, "that you're closer with Chan that Chae is?"

"But still," you groan. "He always seems so much happier around her, and he always only talks to her when you all go out-"

"How would you know?" Felix cries, throwing his hands up. "You're not even there half the time, and Chan only talks to her because you're not there for him to talk to. He has to settle for her because he's fed up of us, and he's not close with Yeji, Ryujin, or Young-hee."

You sigh and hop up onto the desk, swinging your legs over the side. "I just can't stand it, Lix. Seeing them together..."

His expression softens. "I know, Y/n, and I know how frustrated you get when they're all over each other, but you have to at least try. Come with us. If not for him, then for us. We miss you."

"I'm right here."

Felix sighs softly. "That's not what I meant."

You rub two fingers along the bridge of your nose, trying to think straight. You can't get the images out of your mind; Chan and Chae giggling to each other, her touching his arm, him reciprocating the affection... no one said it would hurt this bad when you watch your best friend fall for someone else.

No one said it would hurt this much when you realise that you're in love with said best friend either.

"I can't keep pretending I'm fine," you say, so softly you're not sure Felix hears it. But he does.

"Then don't pretend," he urges gently. "Get him to fall for you. You're halfway there already, I'm pretty sure. But it's not gonna happen if you're always at a distance from him."

He has a point, you think. But, being as stubborn as you are, there's still that nagging doubt in the back of your mind that Chan will never feel the same way that you do, whether you're with him or not-

"Y/n," Felix says, a little more firmly.

You know exactly what he's thinking; sighing, and then bending down to pick up the pen you dropped earlier, you slot it back into the holder on the desk.

"Fine," you say quietly, trying and failing to hide the tiny smile twitching at the corners of your mouth. "I'll come."

Felix lets out a whoop.

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You pull your jacket a little closer around yourself as you head round the corner, the evening wind whipping your hair into a state of extreme disarray. Sighing and then spluttering as you pull strands of it out of your mouth and eyes, you duck around people and head to the restaurant, its warm, golden light drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

You're not late, so to speak; you spot the group sitting at a large corner booth with comfy seats, mingling and chattering, and you notice Felix immediately. His face lights up when he sees you, half with relief and half with something else you can't quite decipher. He makes to get up before you're almost tackled to the floor by Jisung and Jeongin, who are pretty much hollering at the top of their lungs.

Minho shushes them insistently as he tugs them off you, bowing before shoving both maknaes back into their seats.

"Y/n," Jeongin says happily. "We didn't think you'd come."

You chuckle awkwardly and settle into the spot next to Felix, trying not to look around for Chan like you always do. "Yeah, I needed a break. Besides, you two would have come for my throat if I turned the invitation down one more time."

"Damn right," Jisung interjects, all three of you dissolving into giggles.

You look around then; not everyone is here. Hyunjin and Yeji are still missing, both Hwangs late as per usual, and you know Changbin will come by a little later, having decided to work out before treating himself for the evening. You make a mental note to stick to your work ethic as well as he does, but it's interrupted by the familiar tone of someone speaking your name.

"You look nice, Y/n," Chan says from next to Felix, who is sitting in between both of you.

Chae is sitting next to Chan, you notice with some sadness and displeasure; her long, pinky-blonde hair is straight and neat, long acrylic nails coming up to brush strands of it off her perfect porcelain cheeks, flushed with the cold. At least, you hope it's the cold and not the effect of Chan's probably flirting before you arrived.

Despite the indignance rising in your stomach, you can't help but notice how Chan looks tonight; his hair is slightly damp from the chilly weather outside, the adorably messy strands of it curling against his temples and nape. His eyes are crescents as he gazes into yours, and you fight the urge to reach over and wipe the faint remainder of strawberry milk off the curve of his plush bottom lip.

You know exactly where he'd bought the little drink carton of it from; there's a vending machine just down the street, one that the boys always buy drinks from before eating out. It was their tradition, and one that you gladly partook in, that is before you became too shy to be around the boys.

Because of Chan and his stupid perfectness.

You suddenly come back down to earth and realise that Chan is still gazing at you; Chae is laughing obnoxiously loud in the background behind him, no doubt to recapture his attention, but all you can focus on is the fact that you're locking eyes with the most beautiful person on earth. And also the fact that you haven't replied to his little indirect compliment, so you just nod and turn back to the table to fiddle with the menu in front of you.

Felix exhales discreetly and you fight a grin, watching as he unpeels himself from the corner of the table. He'd been bending over it so you could lean back to talk to Chan, and he pokes you affectionately in the side as you thank him quietly, clearing your throat in an attempt to get rid of the flush painting your cheeks.

"Could've warned me about how pretty he looks," you mutter to Felix under your breath. He just chuckles and touches your knee as everyone begins to order.

The food arrives just as Hyunjin, Yeji, and Changbin make their dramatically late entrance; they clatter noisily into their seats, and you bump fists with Yeji just as everyone begins to dig in.

There's brief silence as everyone begins to fill their stomachs with soul food, and then the chatter eventually rises again as the members turn to each other to bicker and laugh. You almost snort a noodle out of your mouth as you watch Hyunjin take a hairclip out of his bag to clip his hair back, before realising it's not there. Seungmin, sitting next to him, runs his hand through the boy's kiwi-like hair before turning back to his ramen.

You almost start to enjoy yourself, but there's still that lingering tension that you feel rests in the air between you and Chan; if anyone else has noticed it, they're not saying anything. Felix, noticing your quietness, tries to fill the space between you with small talk and jokes, but it doesn't seem to help. Once or twice, he even brings Chan into the conversation in a bid to try and get you two to converse, but Chae interjects more and more frequently until you quietly tell Felix to stop.

You feel bad because of it; you know he's just trying to help, but it isn't working. And it's beginning to make you feel worse, the fact that it seems not even the dark-haired sunshine boy can get his leader to try and talk to you. And you realise, all of a sudden, that maybe it's not Chan that's the problem.

There are two possible reasons that Chan doesn't seem to want to talk to you; you thought maybe he would talk more with you tonight, considering it's been so long since you've been out with them, but you're crestfallen as you realise that not more than a few words have been exchanged between the two of you tonight.

And it strangely breaks your heart.

The other reason is that Chae might have been badmouthing you behind your back to Chan, or it could be because of the fact that Chan genuinely likes her. You're not sure, but that belief is confirmed as you look across to see Chan holding out his chopsticks to her, bringing a piece of tempura to her perfect, pink lips.

Watching in horror and completely forgetting about the cooling ramen in front of you, you watch as Chae accepts the tempura with a little giggle, batting her lashes at Chan as he reaches up to wipe a crumb off her lip. The sight is so equally disgusting and upsetting that you immediately stand up, moving out of the booth as tears blur your eyes.

"Where are you going?" Jisung calls after you, Felix looking up from his food.

"Bathroom," you call over your shoulder, your voice surprisingly strong considering the fact that tears and beginning to stream down your cheeks.

Not wanting to make a fuss or arouse suspicion from the group, you do actually head to the bathrooms, locking the cubicle door behind you and sinking down against the door. You couldn't care less if it's dirty right now, the only thought in your head the mental image of your best friend and Chae giggling and flirting all over each other, blissfully unaware of your misery.

It's not fair.

"Maybe it's me," you whisper to yourself, sniffling as you rip off a piece of toilet paper, scrubbing at your face. You feel so pathetic and unworthy; what kind of person hides out in the bathroom crying over a guy who probably doesn't even care about them?

Standing up and checking you have your phone and wallet, you sigh as you feel the weight of them in your pockets. Good. You can just leave without having to go back to the table. The last thing you want right now is to talk to anyone, or have to put up a fake cheerful front.

Heading to the back of the restaurant, the once-inviting golden lights now feeling like a spotlight, you emerge out into the street, the cold wind soothing the hot, sticky tear irritation on your cheeks. You head to the parking garage down the street and try to walk as quickly as you can past the opening of the ramen restaurant, lest any of the group notice you walking away.

And they don't, not least until you cross the street and head down the dimly light footpath.

Someone grabs your wrist suddenly and you cry out, whipping your head back so fast to see who it is you think you might have whiplash.

Chan is standing there, his hand solid and warm around your wrist, the wind ruffling his dark hair back from his bare face. You can see the glint of his silver earrings under the streetlights.

"Wait," he pants. "Where are you going?"

You can't fight the hot, wet tear rolling down your cheek and inwardly curse it for escaping. "Home."

"Why?" He asks, concern and worry painting his expression. "Are you not feeling well?"

You fight the urge to slap him; it wouldn't be fair, however much you want to do it. He just doesn't understand. He doesn't understand any of it. And you want nothing more to run into his arms and spill all your thoughts and feelings like you have so many times before, but you can't.

Not this time.

You can't tell Chan that you've loved him since who knows how long; that seeing him makes your heart feel lighter, the way a high schooler might feel seeing their crush in the sunny hallways. You can't tell him how many times you styled your hair to look a little like his, hoping the curls that make him look so handsome might make you a little more attractive too. You can't tell him how many times you ran late for schedules just because you took a detour to his studio to talk with him, even if it was just for a minute.

Even if all of it was a waste in the end. Because he likes someone else, and that someone else isn't you.

So you just shake your head as the tears come streaming down, and rip your wrist out of his grip before turning and walking away. The earth feels like it's shattering around you.

Or maybe that's just your heart.

But Chan doesn't give up; you hear his footsteps continue behind you, hurried and irregular, like he's trying to decide whether to let you go or make you stay.

"Y/n," he pants. "Wait, just- will you stop walking so fast? Please, wait, slow down- What's wrong?"

"Everything's wrong!" You cry out, turning to face him as you throw your hands up. A sob rips through your lungs, face contorting with the force of your tears. "Okay? Everything's wrong."

Chan is silent, one hand out in an unsteady attempt to calm you. "What are you talking about? You're worrying me."

You scoff and kick a stone across the footpath, harshly rubbing a hand across your cheekbone.

"Y/n, please," he pleads, his voice quieter. "Felix noticed you were gone for too long earlier, and I saw you walking out of the restaurant. Please, tell me what's wrong. You look so upset."

"Then stop looking."

He recoils, looking slightly hurt, before it's overtaken by a look of determination. You know that look; it either results in an all-nighter to finish a song track, an attempt to wrangle seven naughty kids, or a hard-to-have conversation. You know it's the last one.

"Please," he says, even quieter. "Tell me what's wrong. Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

"It's you," you say, broken with utter resignation.

He takes a step forward. "What?"

"It's you," you repeat, looking away as another hysterical sob brings the wind inside your body. It's sharp and biting, and it brings back some of your courage. But only some.

You raise your eyes to look at him. Maybe this is the last conversation you'll have with Chan, before he decides he doesn't want to be around someone who's in a one-way love story with him. Even if that person is his best friend.

"You don't realise, do you?" You whisper brokenly. "You never realised I was in love with you, Chan. But that's just who you are. You may be kind and compassionate and intuitive, but you never realised why I do what I do, or why I act the way I act around you."

His face is contorted in utter disbelief; whether it's from shock or disgust, you don't want to know.

"I realised around the time you helped me move in," you continue. Might as well get all of it out now. "I looked at you differently after a while. I didn't see my best friend anymore. I saw someone else, someone stronger and more clever and more dedicated and more perfect and flawless. And it was strange, because I realised that you changed so much. Maybe I changed too, but it was different seeing you walking around at the company and going about your schedules, because I felt different about it all. I felt different about you. And I couldn't let it go, not least when we actually talked. I used to be late for most of my meetings and events because I would take detours to see you. Some days I would think about canceling my schedules just so I could be around you more.

"And I love the boys, I do, Chan. So much. But I have to admit, I wouldn't be around them half as much if you weren't there. I felt so drawn to you, not like the way I did when we were friends. I figured that if I didn't want to lose you, I would have to discipline myself. So I did.

"I threw myself into my work; I gave myself so much to do, partially to distract myself, partially to use work as an excuse whenever I was invited out, like tonight. Just because I knew you would be there, and I didn't want to end up spilling it all to you, because I knew it would ruin everything between us. Forever.

"And when Chae started hanging around us, I didn't mind at first; I sort of liked her. But I started hating her because of how close she would get to you, how much you two would secretly talk between yourselves, and it made me upset. So I ended up spending much more time by myself so that I would be able to forget she existed. So that I could forget that she ever entered the picture, and that it was just me and my secret that I kept from you. For so long, Chan. You have no idea how much I had to hold myself back from you.

"Did you assume that I never wanted to go out with you guys? That I never wanted to buy drinks from that vending machine the members always go to before eating out, or that I didn't want to spend time with you? Because I did, Chan. But I forced myself not to, because I couldn't bear to see you, and most of the time I didn't know if Chae was going to be there. I told myself I wasn't going to sit there and watch you be with her, not while I felt so invisible and unseen around you.

"Let me tell you something, Chan," you choke through sobs at him, pointing a finger at his chest as though it were a gun. "Every time Jisung or Jeongin or one of the boys invited me out, I did actually show up. Even if you never saw me. I would watch from a distance to see if Chae was with you; if she was, I would turn around and leave, and go home. If not, I would smile from around the corner as the maknaes begged you for money to buy drinks from that vending machine. And then I would turn around and go home anyway.

"I know every single one of their preferences; even if you didn't know I was there to observe them bickering and choosing, faces lit by streetlight. I would go around to the vending machines at the company and randomly buy their favourites for them, even if you didn't know how I knew. I would buy them for you too, and debate leaving a little note for you telling you how I felt alongside it, and I never did.

"Because, despite all of that, it was all a waste," you snap at him. You're not sure why you're angry; you suppose it's the result of feeling unheard for so long. "It was a waste, Chan. Because you never even noticed how I felt. So don't come chasing after me in the night like this like you care, because it was Felix who told you to come after me, Felix who noticed I had been gone for too long, not you of your own accord. And don't look worried or concerned either, because I've told you what's wrong, Chan, just as you asked. You can rest now."

You can barely see him through the blur of your tears.

"Y/n," he whispers, broken as you feel. "I'm so sorry."

"I don't care," you cry out at him, turning and storming in the other direction. And this time, he doesn't follow, still standing under the streetlight with his hand out, though you're not there to take it.

You sob bitterly as you almost flee around the corner, breaking out into a full-on run, like sprinting can fix the problem, fix your heart and your tears. It doesn't, however, and you feel worse as you bolt pass the crossing light, not caring about its colour. Later you will realise that running with blurry vision and a hysterical, heartbroken mindset was not the wisest idea.

You don't see the car speeding towards you until it's too late.

a/n: *laughs in writer*

[eempyreall]

I wanted to come by and first of all praise ur work because they're cool as fuck, I love dark themed blogs. Second of all, is it possible to ask for a Souya x reader where she complains a little that he's a bit stale in bed, so he just flips a 180 and is mean to her about it? :33 thanks in advance

Thank you for the request! I didn’t really know what you meant specifically by ‘mean’ so I hope this is what you were expecting!

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Oneshot ~ Boyfriend Souya x Female Reader

Summary ~ You underestimated who your boyfriend really is.

Featuring ~ Kawata Souya

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Warning ~

You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.

Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.

I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.

There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, non consensual and/or dubious consensual content, etc.

That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Souya has always been gentle with you. Despite his rough exterior and the way he handled fights, he was careful with you. You find it sweet how he treats you so delicately, as if you were such a fragile thing. But you had a moment of slight frustration as you spoke with your friend over the phone.

“I just wish he wasn't so soft. I love that he's kind to me and takes his time in the bedroom to make sure I’m alright, but it'd be nice to see him a little jealous sometimes or even be a little rougher when we have sex,” you sighed. “Maybe I'm just toxic.”

You hadn't meant for him to hear it. You weren't even that serious about it—it wasn't that big of a deal considering you both were just talking about your boyfriends. You definitely hadn't expected his change in attitude.

What you didn't know was the inner turmoil Souya actually felt after hearing those words.

You had no idea what his true feelings were. You didn't know that he checked all of your social media apps and messages when you slept, using your face to unlock the phone.

You had no idea how many guys he's beaten till they're near death after they made a pass at you, whether it was the bartender, barista, or anyone else, all with tears streaming down his face at the thought of you leaving him. You had no idea that when he wasn't working at the ramen shop, he'd follow you everywhere you went.

You didn't even know that every time you're both in the bedroom, he stopped himself from marking you and bringing blood to the surface while wanting to completely ravage your body. He wanted to break your mind, make you cry out for him and mix your tears and sweat together as he thrusts into you.

That night, Souya was different.

His usual quiet warmth was replaced with a sharp edge that his usual scowl didn't produce. There was a dark undertone to his gaze as he stood at the bedside.

“Get up.”

Your eyebrow raised as you looked at him in confusion. “Souya? What's going on?”

You gasped as he snatched the front of your shirt and forced you to stand from the bed. “What the fuck?!” you exclaimed before he shoved you against the wall, the hard surface hitting the back of your head.

The pain in your head throbbed as you stared at him with wide eyes, noticing the tears building up in his own blue irises. Your hands reached for his grip, only for him to release you and wrap his fingers around your throat.

“So that's what you really think, huh?” His voice was eerily calm, despite the tight grip closing around your airway. “You think I can't handle you or somethin'?”

“S—Souya! What are you talking about?” You stuttered as you tried to pry his hand off your neck. “Just tell me what's wrong!”

“I was nice for your sake,” his tone laced with something sinister as the tears finally streamed down his face. “I held back... thought you were too weak to handle the real me.”

“Y-you're scaring me, Souya. Please calm down!” You pleaded.

You froze as he leaned closer to you, bowing his forehead against yours, the palm of his free hand flat against the wall. “Tell me what you want, Y/n,” he whispered.

“I—I don't know. I don't know where you're going with this, Souya, and it's throwing me off. Please, calm down and just tell me what I did to upset you,” you pleaded with a shaky tone, tears pricking your own eyes in confusion.

“That's alright, 'cause I know exactly what I wanna do to you.”

Your eyes were rolled into the back of your head, tears mixing with the sweat on your face as you pressed your head against the bed. His balled-up shirt was used as a gag to muffle your screams and whimpers. Fabric was tied tightly around your wrists, strapping you to the bars of the headboard as your body rocked violently from the impact of his thrusts.

The bloody scars and bites across your body burn, the intense feeling of overstimulation taking over as your vagina numbs around his thick cock. You’re pinned into a mating press as his grip tightens around your legs. The safe word is useless as your body is forced into another spasm of a painful orgasm.

“That’s fucking right. Look at you… so weak and full of my cum,” he pants as he continues to grind his hips against you—your vaginal walls clenching around his length. He groaned at the pressure, biting his lip as his hips rolled harder against you.

He stops for a moment to lean over, fingers curling around your jaw after gently smacking your face to catch your attention. You look up at him with teary eyes as he snatched the fabric out of your mouth.

He didn’t give you a chance to lick over your dry lips. “Stick out your tongue,” he says with a low voice.

Once you comply, he drags his own tongue over yours slowly before giving you a hard thrust and holding the head of his girth against your g-spot. You grunt in response.

“You’ve lost the privilege to go anywhere on your own, if it’s not work. I don’t give a damn about your slutty friends or whatever plans you have. You don’t go anywhere without me, got it?”

“B—but, Souya—hah!” You cry out in pain when he smacks your thigh with enough force to bruise the skin.

“Got it?”

You nod in response as he continued to fuck into you until you faint.

[scarletwinterxx]

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Hansol, as many already know, is a man of very few words. He hates useless facts, always talks straight to the point and will only speak when asked. He's the perfect person to spill your secrets to because he'll never talk to anyone else about it.

As a lover, he has his own way to show his feelings for. He loves you in his own ways, he's a savant when it comes to you. You always say he spends that much time being quiet because he's too busy reading your mind

"Admit it, you're a mind reader" you jokingly accuse him

When it comes to you, he'll laugh at the silly little facts. You're his exception.

"Just with you, darling"

You don't even have to say anything, he already knows what you need. He would always know what to say, when to say it, how to say it. He just always knows.

"Sol?" Even in a room full of people and loud noises all around, he heard you. In a flash you have his undivided attention. His conversation with his bestfriends forgotten but they're already used to it. His eyes speaks for him whenever you're around.

"Mhm? You cold, darling?" he asks, already shrugging his jacket off to put it on you. Once you're all bundled up, he takes your hands and blows warm air on it. All you had to do was say his name and he does the rest.

You're hungry? he'll order food for you, doesn't matter if he's with you or not. Your address is registered on his phone, ready to send food deliveries whenever you need or want it.

You coming home late? He'll pick you up or on the rare times he can't, he'll book the taxi himself so he'll know all the details and monitors the trip until he's sure you safely made it home.

You mention your favorite snacks to him? he stocked up on it at home, always making sure to never run out of your favorites.

You need cuddles? he'll be there no matter what time of the day, ready to dot on you and smother you with his love.

He got you all memorized, down to the little details you might not even know about yourself. Like how you always put sanitizer on your hands after touching anything because you hate it smelling like anything else, so he now carries one with him wherever he goes. Or how you pick on your thumb when you're nervous, so when notices this he holds your hand and draw random patterns on your skin to distract you. He even got you a bracelet you can fidget on when he's not around to hold your hand.

Or the fact that you always put your hand inside his pockets, his jackets or jeans or whatever it is. You don't even notice it, you just always do it. So he lets you be.

He loves you so loud, you don't even need words to know. But still, he tells you.

In those vulnerable moments you see all of him, all the emotions he keeps away from everyone else but bares all of it to you.

"Hey, I love you"

You were caught off guard by his sudden declaration of love but it makes you smile nonetheless.

"Suddenly?" you chuckle, you were just cooking ramen as midnight snack and he's here to spend the night with you after having a Harry Potter marathon.

"Where's my I love you too?" he's standing beside you, bumping his shoulder against yours and his head against your own. Like a cat.

"You're cute you know that?" you chuckle, standing on your tiptoe to bump your nose against his "I love you, too"

Then the of you continue on what you're doing.

That's how it's like loving Hansol, he shows he loves, tells you he loves, makes you feel he loves you every second you're with him. Even in silence, his love screams so loud you'll never forget it.

[hai7ani]

os ventos do amor ᡣ𐭩 ー haitani rindou

the five times rindou shows you he loves you (tries) & the one time he finally tells you about it.

( the winds of love ) friends with benefits + colleagues au, mdni

一 · in his kitchen (prequel)

The first time Rindou tries showing you he loves you, you're busy slurping noodles in his kitchen, and he's creasing his brows ironing your stupid little blouse in his tiny laundry room.

"Need some help?" You tease from the table after swallowing.

Usually you'd let him do it himself in peace, with no mocking, as per his own request to iron your clothes for you whenever you stay the night. But he's been at it for the past 20 minutes now just ironing one stupid blouse, and you're starting to grow impatient, because he'd promised to share this bowl of ramen with you but it's almost finished now.

Your voice echoes in the living area and he doesn't reply, but you know he heard you. You put down the chopsticks and sigh, "you know, I could've done it myself. No need for the trou-"

"Here."

You cock your head to the side and you see him, finally, out of the laundry room, with some sweat beading on his forehead and he's padding towards you, holding out your white blouse to you by its hanger.

He's still frowning when he stops before you at the dining table and you can feel his deject before he even says his next words:

"It's a stubborn crease, 'n I coulda done better. But I don't wanna burn through your shirt." He hands you your blouse and you immediately soften at it, fingers gently running over the said crease and you can tell he's done his best ー he did a great job, because if it were up to you, you would've chosen to give up halfway through.

"And sorry I ripped your skirt. I'll buy you a new one this weekend." He apologises through a mouthful of ramen and you reach a thumb up to wipe away some soup dripping down his chin.

Your eyes flicker to the said skirt sitting on the edge of his couch ー a black linen pencil skirt with a little slit running up your knee is now a big slit running up your hip, and the sight makes you want to laugh. You'd stripped it off and threw it there upon entering his house ー a little angry and upset that he'd ripped through your favourite skirt to wear for work out of eagerness to fuck you in the backseat of his car without getting you both home first, and he'd offered to iron your shirt for the next day out of guilt.

And now you're left in nothing but your undies, still not yet showered (you're waiting for him together), and you notice it's a little red on the tip of his ears. But your fury has died out long ago and seeing him like this ー somewhat embarrassed and you think he's kind of stupid for apologising because deep down you know he knows you don't mind at all, but he still says it anyway ー makes you want to grab him by his cheeks and place a fat smooch on his lips. But you don't, and you continue to watch as he swiftly finishes up the noodles before turning to wash the dishes.

"...Thank you, Rin." He doesn't see it but you're smiling when you say it to him ー shy, rosy lips a little pursed, the apple of your cheeks rose high, and he resists the urge to turn around and cup your cheeks with soapy hands.

"Whatever. 'N the noodles were disgusting. Remind me to never buy it again."

"Okay."

二 · in the office

The second time is when you catch him in the printer room the next morning.

He's photocopying documents by the printer, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and he has one hand manning the machine with the other supporting his body. His fingernails tap beats against the hard surface as he waits for the next batch of documents to finish printing.

Rindou doesn't notice your presence and you don't make yourself known either, choosing to watch him by the door as he makes quick work of counting and organising and stapling together freshly printed documents while making sure they're all in the correct order for the team meeting later ー and you think it's so bad of you to be ogling at his exposed arms with indecent thoughts of doing many things to him floating in your mind as his muscles flex under the light with his every move.

But you don't let your thoughts consume you, and he looks up at you ー now standing beside him with your arms tucked behind your body and a cheeky smile planted on your face.

Rindou focuses back on his work, obviously in a rush to complete everything, but he still acknowledges you nonetheless.

"You're up to something." He sighs while stacking together the stapled documents.

You feint a pout.

"...'M not." (He interpreted this as "I am.")

Rindou has never once told you this but he always thought that you had somewhat of a close resemblance to a cat. A very annoying Siamese cat that behaved like his previous one, constantly following him around and begging him for attention while also pretending like it isn't.

But it's nothing new. Rindou had come to a conclusion a while ago that you like to keep him guessing, and you particularly enjoy acting nonchalant when it's so obvious to him right now that you want something, anything that can keep you going for the day.

"What, you want a kiss or somethin'?"

"...Kinda,"

Bingo.

"But I want to use the machine more than I want a kiss."

He smirks, though he doesn't give it to you just yet, and you begin to count and prepare your own documents in silent when he doesn't reply. (You think he's ignoring you and it's awkward.)

But Rindou doesn't step away even when he's finished and you're confused. And unlike yourself, he doesn't have a knack for keeping you guessing. He speaks before you have the chance to ask.

"How many?" He grabs at your papers and lays them face-down on the machine before closing the shutter. His thumb hovers over the screen, eyes unwavering against your own as he waits for your reply.

"Um, ten copies." Your smile slowly widens when he finally presses 'print' and steps back for you to take over. He doesn't collect his documents to leave, however, and you raise your brows in confusion when he moves to close the door gently (and locking it, too) before shutting the blinds altogether.

"What're you doin'? Aren't you in a rush?" You question.

He shrugs and makes his way over to you.

"I've got time," he says it while trapping you against the machine with his two arms, lips quickly hovering against your own and you can smell a hint of the peppermint gum he likes to chew on from time to time.

"The machine's all yours," he licks at your bottom lip, "and now, for your kiss..."

I've always got time for you.

You think it's a great thing that the printer room doesn't have a CCTV.

三 · at the mall (shopping for your skirt)

Rindou has a good eye for things. You knew it the moment he'd picked out a pair of Daiso's reindeer-printed socks for you as your Secret Santa a few Christmases ago.

(You've always liked reindeers, but Rindou simply bought it for you because he didn't know what you liked.

You'd jumped in happiness the moment you opened your present and Rindou thought you were actually the prettiest girl alive.

You'd pounced on him in excitement, yelling out your gratefulness for everyone in the party to hear.

He'd decided that he wanted you then.)

So you're in Aeon browsing through skirts without him even though you came out here together. You don't know where he is, and you've given up on looking for him after phoning him a few times and wandering around like a lost child looking for its parent.

But you hear a cough behind you and you turn around, only to be greeted by the sight of a really pretty dress hanging from his finger.

You admire it from top to bottom ー a really nice coral pink dress with large hibiscuses printed all over with a little slit running up the thigh ー and Rindou moves it closer to you.

"Whatchu think of this?" He asks, nervous eyes a little dodgy against your mischievous ones, and you smile a little when taking the hook off his finger.

"I wanted a skirt, not a dress." You comment, obviously poking fun at him and Rindou immediately reddens like a tomato. "Forget it, then."

He reaches a hand out to snatch it from your own but you take a step back away, clutching the dress to your chest tight.

"Didn't say I don't want it, though." You jut your chin out and he snorts.

"I need to make a call," he fishes his card out from his wallet and hands it to you. You grip on the flat plastic tight, afraid of losing it while also in shock because why did he hand you his card? He's acting like you're both a married couple now.

"Text me when you're finished." And he shuffles away with his phone pressed to his ear.

四 · during the phone call with his brother

"Yo, Aniki." Rindou greets the moment his brother picks up the phone. After eight rings, what the hell is this idiot even doing?

"What?" The older man answers from the other line, phone tucked between the shoulder and his ear while he's rushing to prepare his daughter's dinner.

"You busy?" The younger boy asks. He shuffles his weight from heel to toe while standing in front of a wall full of different mugs and bowls at the home appliances department.

Pink is nice. She likes pink. Or should I get red? It's almost Valent-

"Uncle Rin-rin!" His niece's voice booms through the speaker, cutting Ran off and Rindou immediately smiles at it. "Hi, sweetie."

And Ran takes over the phone again. "What's up? Speak before I hang up. I'm a very busy man." Rindou resists the urge to snort at it ー he has a favour to ask, after all.

"How do you..." The younger pauses, oddly feeling a little too nervous to continue. Though it is his own brother on the other line that he knows although very annoying, he would still be there to help, Rindou finds it a little embarrassing to be asking him about this. He's never done this before, and he's not very big on asking his brother for favours too, and Ran is surprised at the sudden question shot that's been left hanging.

He looks up at the ceiling and sighs. He knows Ran will never let this go if he asks, but he decides to screw his ego because in the end, it is for you.

"How do you, um," he taps his foot on the ground.

...Fuck it.

"How do you chase a girl? Or something like that. Whatever it is."

"...Chase a girl? What girl- Oh. The one you've been sleeping with."

"What the fuck? Not in front of my niece, dude."

"Relax, I put her down a while ago."

"You're fucking annoying, you know that?"

Ran only laughs boisterously at Rindou's annoyance, but he doesn't leave his brother hanging.

He's always here for him, no matter what.

"So what're you thinking? Any options?" Ran asks. Rindou grabs at a white mug with pink flowers painted on it before replying. "Mugs."

"Mugs? Like for drinking, mugs? You're not serious, Rindou? You're buying mugs to chase a girl, are you insane?"

The younger clicks his tongue and puts the porcelain back on the shelf albeit a little harshly. "Why else do you think I'm asking you, asshole? Just tell me what to buy. I really don't know."

"I can't tell you what to buy for a girl you're chasing, dude. And I don't even know what she likes. What does she like? You tell me."

He ponders for a moment. "Dresses. Pink stuff." His mind travels back to the night you first met, at work, as clerks, when you'd included your hobbies into your introduction and one of it was gardening. "And like, flowers."

"Then just get her flowers, you already have your answer." Ran deadpans from the other line, but Rindou only hisses. "Yeah, but I already got her a pink dress with flowers printed on it. What else?"

"I'm talking about actual flowers. You can get them anywhere, and most importantly, never fails to make a pretty girl smile. She already likes flowers anyway."

"...'Kay, thanks. You're useful for once."

"Fuck off." Ran clicks his tongue. "...And red tulips, if I may suggest. And remember, tell me how it goes-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

五 · aftercare with you

Remember when I said that Rindou wanted you the moment you'd hugged him in excitement after seeing some lame reindeer-printed socks wrapped up nicely in a little box tied with a pink ribbon on top?

Yeah. He'd wanted you since then. But instead of starting off as friends from colleagues before getting to know you better and then asking you out on a date when he feels the time is right ー like a normal, sane person ー the both of you had gotten into a mutual agreement of becoming friends with benefits.

You don't remember exactly when it started, how it started, who initiated it, and neither does he, but you don't really care. Not when he's busy rubbing soft circles on the bruise forming on your hips for some comfort while he pecks you again and again on your forehead as you slowly fall asleep beneath him. He'd lost focus for a bit and gripped you a little harsher than he should've, but you really don't mind, yet he still feels bad.

And Rindou thinks you're prettiest like this ー neck and chest painted in hickeys that he'd sucked (out of adoration), eyelids droopy with your bags a little red from the tears of bliss you'd shed, and the back of yours fingers are gently caressing his left cheek. Your room smells of sex and lemongrass and a quiet 'sleepy?' is all he asks when your eyes finally close.

You hum out a lazy response of 'yes' before moving the same hand down to rest it on his nape, playing with the ends of his mullet a little, and you push him down to rest on your chest.

It's heartwarming. It feels intimate. And despite your abnormal relationship title with the man, you don't reject the sudden swell of your heart and neither does he.

So he presses a soft kiss to the top of your left boob ー right where your beating heart resides ー and you hug your legs a little tighter around his waist. It's nothing sexual and you both know it. It was all just to bring him closer to you, for you to feel more of his warmth in the coldness of your bedroom paired with the chill of February.

"Sleep then." He assures, voice gentle and lulling, and you smile a little at it.

Rindou is always softer at times like this, you realise ー when he'd fucked the life out of you after a particularly long day, when he'd made you moaned out melodies that he swore belonged to heaven, when he'd spent hours between your legs lapping up everything you have to give him.

Though you don't let yourself go at his words, and he watches amusedly as you try your hardest to fight back dear sleep in his arms. You don't think you're ready to sleep yet. Something feels out of place, oddly, even though you're sure you have completed everything that was in your checklist today.

Laundry, washing the dishes, prepping for Monday's meeting... You've done it all, and yet you still can't pinpoint what it is that is missing.

Until he moves up to silently place a warm kiss on your neck ー where your pulse beats against his lips ー and he realises his life hasn't really started until recently, until the day he'd met you and he thought you were such a breathtaking girl. Colours had burst into his world and your smile was the first thing that had lightened up.

And while you're happily drowning in his attention, Rindou silently wonders if the two of you were perhaps lovers in your past lives.

He wonders if you'd be willing to catch him. To be there, holding your arms out and yelling to him that you're here and to not worry; for him to just fall into your arms and he'd be safe ー you'll catch him.

Because he is falling. Hard. And he doesn't know how to tell you about it. He hopes that for the past few days his gestures were enough to tell you a portion of his love...

Just a portion, though. Because he wants to tell you the rest when he finally gets to call you his. Under the moonlight, at dinner with his brother and his family, before his parents at their graves every anniversary, or in front of your dog that's pawing at your door asking to be finally let in... Whatever it is, he wants to show the world that he loves you.

So when you smile sweetly up at him as he grows hard against your thigh ー a silly little love boner that you must've thought was just him getting horny to you massaging his sore backー Rindou's become a little more certain that the two of you must've met one way or another in the previous lifetimes and have fallen in love with each other when you gently trail a finger down his abdomen, before finally wrapping a hand around him.

Rindou wonders what it'd feel like to be yours in this lifetime.

And he gives in to your touches. He buries his head into the crook of your neck and lets you play with him as you please.

He thinks it's kind of cute that even as friends with benefits, you've already engraved a piece of yourself onto him.

Like the extra sets of pencil skirts and blouses that you leave hanging in his wardrobe in case of last minute plans that he swears are a hassle to iron because he can never get the creases right. But he never complains, and he would always offer to iron your clothes each time you stay over at his house. Or even when you don't. Because he would always find your stuff sitting in the basket when he's doing his laundry. And he'd have to iron them neat for you, before hanging it up in his wardrobe for you to wear the next time you stay the night.

Or like your toothbrushes hanging next to each other on the wall in his bathroom ー pink and purple facing each other by their bristles because you'd insisted out of the blue on a random Monday morning, at the start of your "relationship", with foamy toothpaste in your mouth and your hair poking out in every different direction it can go.

And sometimes your shoes bring him joy too, whenever he would get up to check on the door while you're falling asleep in his bed and he'd spot how your black pumps are always somehow scattered messily next to his own neat dress shoes by the entrance, and he'd have to squat down and rearrange them nicely.

He looks back up at you with ragged breaths and a coil in his abdomen that's threatening to break anytime soon. You're still giving him the same smile that drives him nuts every single time, and he leans in closer to give you a little kiss on the lips that you very much love.

And Rindou comes to a sudden realisation that he wants to tell you he loves you now. He needs you to know that he's all yours. You're his sweetheart.

So he does what he thinks is right ー what he feels is right. He reaches over your body, towards the marble vase on your nightstand that your mother had gifted you as a housewarming present, and he picks a fresh flower out of it after careful consideration. You don't move from your spot, only trying to kiss whatever skin of his that your lips can reach from your position ー his shoulder, his bicep, his arm, his neck... And a familiar smaller-sized tulip appears before your eyes. You raise your brows a little at it.

"Pretty fuckin' girl," is all he murmurs before pushing himself into you.

"I'm all yours." He whispers.

A peaceful winter night and Rindou fucks you again in missionary with so much love bubbling in his chest and a red tulip tucked behind your ear.

终 · during breakfast together

"Do you want eggs?"

"Sure."

"Okay."

You kick your feet and watch from the bar as he cooks you both breakfast in your kitchen. You're covered in one of his shirts that he'd left sitting on the back of your chair, your tired eyes scans over his half-tattooed back covered in scratch marks, and you feel oddly proud to be the one to have done all that.

But you know it is not right. And you're not stupid ー you're aware of the things he's been doing these days, and if you were a forgetful fool you would've missed the rule you made with him at the start of your intimacy.

Never catch feelings for each other.

...But you were no forgetful fool, and the ache in your heart is too painful for you to ignore. You'd seen the way he looked at you last night ー the way he'd fucked you like you were the finest thing personally handcrafted by the hands of God. And because you treasure your friendship, you know you shouldn't be doing this to him. You think he's a good person, and you want to remain friends with him.

But you don't want to let him go.

"Hey, Rindou." You call out. He's in the midst of scrambling your eggs with butter when you do so. "Yeah?"

"Rindou," he hums again.

Ever so patient, but I have to break your heart.

"...We should end things, Rindou-kun."

Saturday morning and it feels as though his world is falling apart from your simple sentence. Like you've ripped apart his beating heart that pounds solely for you and threw it on the ground.

You are so cruel.

So much for all that last night, he thinks. So he turns around after hurriedly switching off the gas. The wooden spatula covered in eggs is still in his hands when he faces you in agony and you want to break down and cry.

You feel like a villain. The evilest villain of them all.

"Why? Was I too rough on you last night? I- Or were we too open about it? Tell me." He's worried. He's so worried that it almost makes you want to crumble into pieces.

Purples flicker between your own and your lips wobble. You grip the hem of his shirt tight in your hands and look down.

"Please, tell me." He pushes again, so you decide to tell him truthfully.

Be a big girl, don't cry. You've survived 25 years of life, cutting things off with your FWB should be easy.

"...I've caught feelings."

Except it's not.

A lone tear makes its way down your cheek and you wipe it away quick. "Sorry, I broke the rule. I caught feelings and I- I don't think it's right for us to continue this any further." Your voice cracks with every word you speak and it makes you want to cry even further, because he's not saying anything.

And despite the strong stance you've presented to him, Rindou knows you're putting on an act for him. So he puts down the spatula and shuffles to you. He stops before you and tilts your chin up with his finger.

You'd half-expected him to be upset about this as much as you are, because you know the feeling's mutual, but you respect the rule of your relationship more and you don't think it's right to continue on.

Except he isn't, and he's so fucking smug about it.

Rindou's got a huge grin on his face when you look up at him. Hair a little messy, a hickey on his jaw, and you're sobbing into his arms now.

"You like me." He states.

You kick him a little and continue to cry.

"You like me, huh?" He repeats again.

Rindou has an arm wrapped securely around your waist with the other hand smoothing the back of your head as he shushes you gently, rocking you both side to side and you hit him a little on the chest.

"Do you think this is funny? It's not funny. I'm being serious." So you try pushing him away in hiccups but he only laughs as you struggle against his strength.

"Why do you wanna end things?"

"As I've said, I broke the rule. It's not right anymore."

He snorts at your reasoning. "You know, rules are always meant to be broken."

"So you don't respect me enough to follow my rule?" You're trying to pick a fight but he doesn't quite buy into it, choosing to kiss your forehead instead as you continue to wiggle your way out of his hold.

"I've never been one to follow the rules anyway." Rindou mutters against your hair as he presses another kiss to your crown. You're too endearing to let go, he thinks, and he holds you anymore tighter to himself at that.

"And who said if it's right or wrong? Screw rights and wrongs. We both like each other, the feeling's mutual. There's no point in letting each other go." He wipes your tears away with his palm and cups your cheeks with them. "I know you don't wanna let me go."

You swat his chest again at that and he only laughs harder at your reaction. He thinks you're the most precious thing in life. In his life. In the universe. You're the most precious thing ever.

"I like you a whole lot, you know." Smooch. "More than you'll ever know." Another smooch. "Let me be yours."

You pout as you look into his eyes. Purple orbs sucking you in deep and you have no choice but to fall. Purple orbs that tells you these arms will catch you if you do. And another kiss to your soul that tells you everything you need to know.

"Okay."

You'll catch each other.

"I love you."

You're already catching each other.

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y/n wasn't sure when she had her first visions, she'd had them as far back as she could remember. the echoes of voices from all those around her to the flashes of memories she wished she could forget. her parents thought the girl was going crazy, that their daughter was just making things up and eavesdropping on their conversations. She was shunned and shushed whenever she tried to ask questions about her odd dreams or the words that no one else was hearing.

she'd heard every hurtful comment before they even left people's mouths, seen the atrocious things people envisioned as they walked past her. no one believed she wasn't just a no-good nosy child. kids in school would call her psycho, hearing her mumble under her breath in class, and often stare off with a dazed look in her eyes. doctors have tried to get her on every medication possible but nothing helped numb the visions or silence the voices in her head.

she only had one person who ever tried to believe her growing up. there was a boy who lived down the road from her, who often would be sitting by himself in the school canteen. the pair were never officially friends, only ever sitting with one another, but were as close as either of them came to having a real friend.

y/n never learned the boy's name, having only interacted by talking about the school bully who would harass the pair. the pair weren't even in the same year, only really seeing each other during class breaks. so, when her parents decided to move the entire family up north once y/n had left primary school, she was not the least bit upset. sure, she was losing the only friend she'd ever made, but she knew she'd be long forgotten soon.

the thompsons weren't your typical family, both parents worked for the government and often spent the whole day out of the house. they would go on work trips for up to a week at a time, leaving their children to look after themselves. they had to learn how to take care of themselves from a young age, each taking up a role in the household; hughie was in charge of the outside of the house, ensuring none of the neighbours would know they were home alone; ned took care of their finances, ensuring all the bills were always paid and everyone had enough money for food; alex and y/n split the roles of cooking and cleaning the house, only allowing the other to ever try to go anywhere near the stove after the ramen incident with poor ricky, who was in charge of charming all of the nosy aunties who liked to pop round and nose around in their business.

this was how it wasn't a surprise when y/n's hogwarts letter sat unopened for months after they arrived, catching dust in their parents' bedroom along with the other unimportant post. it was only when an enthusiastic hughie came running into the kitchen one late july morning with a bundle of letters that the siblings took notice of the increase in post.

"what you got there hugh?" y/n nodded to the pile of old-looking letters on the dining room table.

"letters." hughie stuck his tongue out to the blonde girl. "they're all addressed to you, y/n."

"really? all, what, thirty of them?" alex scoffed as she entered the kitchen with a sleepy Ricky on her back.

"yeah. see, here. it says 'miss y/n y/l/n, the bigger bedroom in the loft, 3 whiteditch lane.' it even knows which room you're in y/n!" hughie shoved one of the letters into his sister's face.

y/n grabbed the letter addressed to herself, smirking at the words written on the front, knowing she did in fact have the bigger bedroom on the first floor. turning it over she was shocked to find a real wax seal instead of the usual paper closing. whoever had sent these letters to her was ancient, she thought.

"the bloody hell is hogwarts?" alex scoffed, using the kitchen knife y/n had just cleaned to rip open one of the letters. "oh, this has got to be some weird joke."

"what does it say?" ricky tried to peek over her sister's shoulder.

"'dear miss y/l/n , we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry."' y/n read out loud for the siblings to hear, not quite believing what she was reading either.

"what a load of bullshit." hughie scoffed, pouring a glass of juice for himself and ricky.

"language, hubert!" alex smacked him upside the head.

"he's right." ned appeared in the door frame. "there's no way that's real. If so, why hasn't one of us gotten a letter as well?"

y/n was speechless, letting her brother's words sink in. why was it only her who had received these mysterious letters? what was so special about the girl compared to everyone else?

"well, it's no use thinking about anyway. there's no return address and you've missed the date to send them a response." alex shrugged, chucking the opened letter into the recycling along with all the others on the table.

y/n watched as all her siblings sat around the dining room table, dishing out the food she'd just finished making. she couldn't help but feel like they were wrong about the letters. something had clicked in her brain and felt like things were starting to fall into place as she opened it. all of the voices in her head were starting to say the same thing for once, instead of the usual rambling mess that only seemed to disappear around her siblings. she felt like a part of her that had been missing her whole life was finally complete.

"you should forget about those letters, y/n/n. they're a load of nonsense. probably just a prank from billy down the road." ned walked over with a plate of food for the blonde.

"yeh. you're probably right." she smiled falsely, joining her siblings at the table.

"like magic could be real." hughie scoffed, already helping himself to seconds of the pasta.

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it wouldn't be until three days later that the siblings were proved wrong as their front door was once again stuffed with triple the number of letters through their letterbox. looking out his bedroom window, hughie gawped as he spotted at least twenty owls sitting on their fence. he'd never seen such behaviour from the animals before, worrying that it was a sort of premonition.

"lexie! you might wanna come see this!" he called out to his oldest sister.

"what do you want?" alex rolled her eyes, not looking up from the book she was reading. "this better not be another one of you and ricky's pranks again."

"it's not. look!" hughie fully opened the curtains, stepping back as two owls flew directly onto the window ledge.

"so? it's just some birds." alex rolled her eyes, walking out of the room.

"it's not just some birds. it's a fucking tonne of them!" hughie tried to protest.

"language, hubert!" ned's voice could be heard from the other side of the house.

hughie could only roll his eyes like his sister, following her out into the hallway. "if you'd actually pay attention to anything other than that bloody book, you'd see i'm not exaggerating."

alex stopped at the top of the stairs, finally looking up from her book. at least fifteen owls were sat in their front garden, all having their eyes trained on the y/l/n house and a familiar letter in each of their beaks.

"uh. y/n! you mind coming downstairs?!" alex shouted, walking into the living room and stopping at the pile of letters stacked high in their front hall.

y/n ran down with ricky and ned following not far behind her. she looked around confused as the owls all began to land on the window ledges. "uh. why are there owls in our garden?"

"i have no idea. but I'm a little scared for when mum and dad get back later." ned started to close the blinds, nodding to the pile by the front door. "i think you have some post, y/n."

"yeh," y/n whispered, walking to the last open window and spotting a couple standing at the end of their drive in unusual clothing.

she drew the curtains without breaking eye contact with the snowy owl that hooted by the window. her siblings were all stood at the base of the staircase, mumbling to one another. y/n could feel their eyes as they all glanced over at her, then at the pile of letters, then back at her once again.

"look. this can't be some weird joke again." y/n finally ended their constant mumbling.

"you can't be serious, y/n." ned scoffed. "there's no such thing as magic or witches or wizards."

"but what if there is? what if somehow this is all real?" y/n tried to argue with her brother.

"oh come off it, y/n." It was hughie who scoffed this time, walking towards the pile of letters. "if magic is real then how come you've never done any, huh?"

y/n didn't know how to answer her brother, trying to remember a time when something had happened without her trying to. the day when it had randomly started torrentially raining after y/n had thrown a tantrum and refused to go to their aunt's house came to mind. or the time when she had fallen from the tall oak tree in their back garden and landed unscathed on her two feet. or the time her parents' cars both suspiciously had flat tyres and weren't able to go to an important meeting on her birthday last year. had it all been just a coincidence? or had she been the reason behind all the strange happenings surrounding her?

she couldn't put another word in before their doorbell went, silencing and stilling the room. no one dared move towards the front hallway. they weren't expecting anyone, their parents had keys to the front doors. y/n moved towards the door, stopping as it slammed open with a blinding light.

"oh, not again!" a voice groaned from outside of the house, walking through the now open hole in the front hall. "sorry about that, dears. not used to these muggle doors."

"what's a muggle?" ricky's small voice asked from behind her siblings, who'd all huddled once again at the base of the stairs.

"oh, now that you're not supposed to know." the woman chuckled to herself, dusting off her odd green robes.

"i'm sorry but who are you? and why have you broken into our house?" ned stood firmly in front of his siblings, arms out protectively.

"oh, how rude of me. my name's minerva mcgonagall, professor of charms at hogwarts." the woman tipped her head slightly, her pointed hat staying perfectly upright.

"oh, not this again," alex grumbled. "look. whatever joke this is, it's gone too far. get out before we call the police."

"well, i know you are not who i am here for then," mcgonagall mumbled under her breath. "i am here on behalf of professor dumbledore. he wanted me to personally guide miss y/l/n to gather her supplies for the year."

"you're not taking our sister anywhere." hughie pulled his sister closer to him.

"i did not expect so much push back on this. but if this is what it'll take for you to believe me." mcgonagall shrugged her shoulders, taking out a wooden stick from the sleeves of her emerald robes and pointing it at the empty fireplace.

it sparked to life into a roaring fire, the stack of letters left scattered by the front door flying into the open flames. one sole letter remained unscathed, landing in the professor's hand.

"h-how did you do that?" ricky's head appeared from behind her sister, wonder glowing in her blue eyes.

"magic, of course." mcgonagall tilted her head at the siblings. "did your parents not tell you any of this?"

"o-our parents aren't magic. they work for the government." hughie, too, was still staring at the burning ashes of the letters.

"what about your grandmother?" mcgonagall pulled out a scroll from her robes, reading the name of the family's closest magical relative. "a hilda kim. she must have told you something, yes?"

"nana kim's dead. uncle roger killed her." ricky spoke before she could think.

"frederica!" ned shoved his youngest sibling with a huff.

"sorry, neddy." ricky returned to her safe space behind alex.

"k-killed? are you sure? she's still registered as an active witch with the ministry." mcgonagall reread her list once more. "i've never had our charts be wrong."

"nana kim's alive?" alex whispered in disbelief.

"no. she's lying. we went to her funeral, remember lex?" ned refused to believe what this strange woman was saying.

"y-yeah. you helped mama write her eulogy." alex nodded, turning to the professor who was still stood bewildered in their living room.

"well. i will have to have a word with the minister himself. never in my life have i seen this be incorrect." mcgonagall tucked the scroll back into her robes.

"who was that man outside?" y/n looked back towards the professor, remembering there was another person with her.

"that was professor dumbledore himself, headmaster of hogwarts. he was seeing to it that i had the right house. you muggles and your weird house names." the professor shook her head.

"so will he be teaching me at hogwarts?" y/n's face lit up slightly at the thought of learning to do what the professor had done with the fireplace and more.

"oh no. professor dumbledore resigned from teaching a few years after your very own grandmother attended hogwarts." mcgonagall finally looked around the home spotting the clock on the wall, jumping at the time she could read. "oh. we must get going, miss y/l/n. we don't have much time to gather your supplies before everything closes."

y/n hesitantly walked forward, still staring at the still roaring fire then back at her siblings' awe-struck and perplexed faces. "how long will i be gone? my parents are coming back soon and i don't want to worry them."

"not long. i would like to have a talk with them myself when we return to explain everything anyway." mcgonagall turned her nose up at the knowledge that the children's parents had left them home alone.

"take this with you, i wrote down the house number in case you forgot." alex pulled away from the sibling huddle to rip out the house's phone number from the phone book.

"call us if you need us to come and collect you, yeah?" ned approached his youngest sister, pulling her into a tight hug. "we'll let you know if mum or dad say anything once they're back."

"thanks, neddy." y/n half smiled, still shaken up from everything that had been revealed before.

"come along, dear. we have much to do." the professor walked back towards the hole she'd made in their doorway. "oh, i almost forgot."

with a wave of the stick she had procured earlier, the door frame reconstructed itself back to the way it was before. the door even looked as though it had had a clean to it.

"there. apologies for the break-in earlier." mcgonagall walked towards the door, hesitantly turning the handle and pulling it open. "i shall see you all later."

"bye, y/n." ricky ran forward, pulling her sister into one last hug before running back up the stairs.

"we'll wait downstairs in case the phone rings whilst you're gone." ned waved his sister off, not quite trusting her safety in the hands of the stranger she was leaving with.

y/n waved her siblings off one last time before following the professor down their driveway. there stood the long-bearded man from before, carefully inspecting their neighbour's new car.

"professor dumbledore. i have miss y/n, shall we go?" mcgonagall raised her eyebrow at the man.

"ah, miss y/l/n. what a pleasure to meet you. albus dumbledore. headmaster of hogwarts." dumbledore held his hand out for the young girl to shake.

"nice to meet you too, professor." y/n shyly shook his hand.

"now, i can't come with you to diagon alley but i do look forward to seeing you at hogwarts in september, miss y/l/n." dumbledore tipped his head slightly before he disappeared with a crack.

y/n gasped in delight, amazed by the wonders of the magical world he was being exposed to. "h-how did he do that?"

"apparition, my dear. you will have plenty of time to learn all about that and more once we get you ready for hogwarts." mcgonagall took out her wand. "now, are you ready?"

y/n simply nodded her head, holding on gently to the professor's outstretched arm. she felt her body twist uncomfortably, seeing the world warp before her and in a blink she landed in an overly crowded high street.

"welcome to diagon alley. here, we will be able to find everything you'll need for your time at hogwarts." mcgonagall was already speeding ahead down towards a tall, slightly wonky building.

"but, professor, i didn't bring any money with me. how am i going to pay for anything?" y/n looked around worriedly, catching the knowing looks of passersby as they spotted the Professor walk past.

"your grandmother left some wizard money in a vault at gringotts for when any of her grandchildren came of age. seeing as you are the first of your siblings to attend hogwarts you'll have full access to the vault." mcgonagall claimed the steps up to the looming building.

"a whole vault?" y/n whispered, following the professor.

"yes. now, i'll have you stay out here whilst I go and retrieve it for you. why don't you go down to ollivander's for your wand? best to get it out of the way first." mcgonagall nodded to the black-fronted building with a swinging sign saying as such hanging out the front. "i'll be out shortly."

without another word, the professor walked through the doors and left the poor girl alone on the steps. y/n turned in a few circled before she spotted an old wooden sign with the name that the professor had mentioned before.

she felt slightly sick as she walked into the empty shop, a small pouch of coins grasped firmly in her hands. professor mcgonagall had said that this was where she could find a 'wand', though y/n wasn't sure exactly what that was or if she even wanted one. She thought back to when she'd seen the professor light the fire and repair their front door and remembers her holding a strange stick in her hand.

"ah, miss y/l/m. i knew i'd be seeing you at some point this year." an old man appeared from the aisles of boxes. "here for your wand are you?"

"y-yes." y/n meekly nodded, staring up at the man.

"i remember when your grandmother came for her first wand. 10 inch, ash wood, dragon heartstring core. very powerful witch your grandmother was." ollivander nodded, turning around and mumbling to himself as he reached for a box behind him. "now, try this one."

y/n carefully lifted the light-coloured wand from the box, feeling a stinging sensation go up her arm as soon as she lifted it. with a yelp she dropped it back into her place, shaking off the shock that still traveled up her arm.

"no. no. that won't do. let me try another." ollivander returned to the aisles, going further back before returning once more

the wand this time was a much darker colour, slightly lighter in her hands as y/n lifted it up. no sparks went up her arm this time, taking this as a good sign she gave a slight wave of it. a bust of light came out of the end of the wand, sending a stack of papers flying across the entire shop.

"not that one either." ollivander grabbed the wand out of the girl's hands, rushing back to find another choice.

y/n felt slightly deflated, questioning if the professor had been right. her mother had never mentioned anything about their grandmother since she'd passed, never saying a thing about there being a possibility of any of this being true.

"this one. this one has to be it." ollivander nodded, placing the final box down.

y/n was even more cautious, scared that being a muggle would cause the wand to backfire on her once again. her hopes were lifted as soon as she looked into the box. this wand felt different, it almost seemed to hum slightly in her hands. another shock ran through her arm, this time settling over her entire body. she felt her entire body feel like it was floating, the wand humming in tune with her mind, becoming one with her.

"fred weasley you get back here right now!" a woman's voice screeched from the doorway of the shop.

y/n dropped the wand back into its box in shock, turning and stepping back instinctively as a pair of ginger boys ran into the shop giggling.

"he's not fred, i am." the boy on the left giggled.

"honestly, you'd think you'd of learnt the difference by now." the twin on the right shook his head at the short woman who was angrily walking into the shop.

"that still doesn't mean you can run into shops as you like." the ginger woman rolled her eyes finally spotting the panicking y/n who was trying to creep out of the shop unnoticed. "oh. i'm so sorry dear for my boys interrupting you. see, this is what i mean. you two outside now!"

the twins tried to protest their mother's words, stopping at the deathly glare they received. the two trudged back out of the shop, shoving each other as they went and blaming the other for what happened.

"again, i'm sorry dear. you carry on. i'll make sure those two apologise before you're gone." the woman smiled warmly at y/n before following her sons back outside.

y/n stifled a giggle as she heard the woman's voice immediately start screeching at her sons outside the doorway, only stopping as ollivander cleared his throat. "i believe you have found your wand, miss y/l/n."

"a-are you sure?" y/n walked back over to where she'd dropped the wand in fright.

"oh, i'm most certain. 13 inch, ebony wood, thunderbird feather core. very peculiar wand but i am certain that wand was made for you." ollivander gave her a knowing look. "i think professor mcgonagall is outside waiting for you."

"y-yes." y/n nodded, carefully lifting the box off of the counter and holding it tightly to her chest. she began to walk towards the door before she realised what she'd forgotten to do. "oh, i don't have any money to pay."

"ah, miss y/l/n. there you are." mcgonagall's voice called from behind her, making the girl jump. "i believe you'll be needing this."

the professor dropped a small pouch into the girls hand, nodding her head slightly at the awaiting ollivander. y/n began to dump the coins out of her pouch onto the counter, hoping it would be enough to cover the cost of the wand.

ollivander chuckled as he sorted the coins he needed before sliding the majority of the pile back over to the girl. "you'll be needing those for the rest of your supplies i'm sure, miss y/l/n."

y/n only nodded, shocked that what she was grasping in her hands was really hers. she thanked ollivander before collecting her coins and hurrying out of the shop with the professor.

"i'd just like to apologise again for my boys' behaviour. they would also like to apologise." the ginger woman from before shoved her twins forward as y/n left the shop.

"sorry." they mumbled in sync, looking bored out of their minds.

"i-it's okay. you didn't know anyone was in there. it's fine." y/n smiled, hugging her new wand tighter to her chest.

"did you get your wand?" the one on the right gasped.

"let us see it." the twin on the left egged her on.

y/n paused, not feeling confident enough to share something so personal with the boys she'd only just met. their mother seemed to have the same idea as she smacked them upside the head. "boys! she clearly wants to leave. say you're sorry and let's go get your own wands so you can stop badgering her."

"sorry for bothering you." the twins said in sync once again, creeping the girl out slightly.

"it's okay, honestly. mistakes happen." y/n shrugged, trying to pass them to get to where professor mcgonagall was now waiting for her.

"hope to see you at hogwarts!" the first twin called over their shoulder.

"hope to not see you in slytherin!" the second twin shouted as well.

the two boys were pulled by their ears by their mother into the shop, who sent back an apologetic smile once again. y/n felt herself chuckling at their antics, turning to join mcgonagall who had already started to walk towards a new shop.

"professor, who were those boys?" she asked curiously.

"that was fred and george weasley. trouble, i'm sure of it. merlin help us all these next few years." mcgonagall muttered the last part of her sentence under her breath.

y/n giggled once more, silencing as she caught the professor's stern glare pointed down at her. she didn't dare say anything else about the boys, silently smiling at the thought of becoming friends with the pair at hogwarts.

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it wasn't until well past four in the afternoon that y/n and the professor returned to the y/l/n souse. two silver cars sat parked in the drive, a sign both of her parents had returned early from their trip. y/n rubbed her hands against her trousers nervously. what would her parents say when she returned? would they even believe anything professor mcgonagall said? or would it take more fireplaces being lit for them to trust the woman? she had no time to consider her options of escaping before the large oak door swung open to reveal the worried face of her mother.

"oh, y/f/n. i was so worried." nancy held her daughter tight to her chest, glaring over at the woman who had arrived with her. "who do you think you are to kidnap my child?"

"mum, it's fine. professor mcgonagall will explain everything inside." y/n tried to ignore her mother's use of her full name and ushered her inside.

"no. It's not right, y/n. get out of this house before i call the police." nancy shoved y/n inside of the house.

"mum! just listen to her. please!" y/n begged her mother.

"maybe we should listen to her, nance." robert tried to argue with his wife, reeling back at her hard glare.

"i'd like some answers." ned shrugged his shoulders, startling the group at his sudden appearance. "it'd be nice to know where our sister is being carted off to in a month."

"she' is being carted off nowhere's not being carted off anywhere!" nancy's protest fell on deaf ears and robert and ned welcomed the witch into their house.

y/n didn't look back at her mother, instead following her brother into the living room. her siblings were huddled on one of the sofas beside the still-roaring fire. they all sprang up at the sight of y/n, the youngest pulling her into a tight hug and running her ear off with questions about everything she'd seen.

"frederica, let go of your sister and sit down." robert gave his youngest a stern flare before offering a seat doe mcgonagall to sit. "now. tell us where you kidnapped our daughter to."

"i wouldn't call it kidnapping. i simply offered to take her to diagon alley and gather her school supplies." mcgonagall assumed that the children had already filled their parents in on the main things. "i have everything you will need here for taking her to king's cross on september the first."

she slid over another parchment letter, sighing as she finally saw the deathly glare she was still being dealt by mrs y/l/n. "i believe your mother had her reasons for keeping all of this a secret from you, mrs y/l/n. and i am sorry that you do not have the opportunity to go to her and ask yourself."

"did you know her? my mother?" nancy finally said.

"yes. miss abbott, as i knew her back then, was an excellent student and a brilliant witch. she was top of her class. it was such a shock to the whole teaching staff to find out she left the wizarding world after she graduated." mcgonagall looked down at her watch and sighed knowing she'd have to be back at hogwarts soon.

"does this mean that any of the others could be magic as well?" robert held his wife's hand, speaking on behalf of the shaking woman.

"we keep a very close watch on all descendants of witches and wizards for signs of magical abilities. if they had shown any they too would've received their hogwarts letters already." mcgonagall saw the three eldest siblings deflate slightly at her words. "but there is always a chance that your youngest could still be welcomed into hogwarts if she too shows the same magical capabilities as miss y/l/n."

ricky's worried expression grew brighter and more joyous by the second as mcgonagall spoke, already dreaming of her time going off to hogwarts and becoming a witch herself. y/n's face too grew into a smile at the idea of one of her siblings being able to join her.

"i do have to get back to hogwarts but if you have any questions here is the address to send letters to my office." mcgonagall pulled yet another scroll out of her robes and passed it to robert. "were there any last questions?"

y/n's mind went to the voices she'd been hearing, the visions of people she'd never met before in horrific accidents and deaths. could her 'episodes' be a part of being a witch? she didn't have time to ask the professor before her parents were ushering her through their front door. y/n couldn't leave her question unanswered and ran out through the door to the end of the driveway where professor mcgonagall had her wand out ready to leave.

"i have one!" y/n shouted after the professor before she could apparate away. "do witches and wizards often have visions of things? things that never happened to them but felt like they did? or voices in their heads of people around them?"

"what sort of visions?" mcgonagall walked quickly over to the girl.

"w-well like the time that i saved ricky from being run over by a car because i'd had a dream the night before of the exact same situation. or how i saw how my maths teacher was diagnosed with cancer weeks before it happened?" y/n felt herself becoming more and more nervous at bringing up the topic as she spoke.

"and the voices? what are they saying?" mcgonagall pressed on further.

"l-like right now you're wondering if i'm a s-seer? and something called legilimens. what do those mean professor?" y/n gulped weakly.

"i'll be in contact before you come to hogwarts, miss y/l/n. i must discuss this with dumbledore." mcgonagall turned and apparated away before peggy could ask any more questions.

she was worried she'd scared the professor away, she would tell dumbledore exactly what all of the kids at school and doctors would tell her; that she was insane.

[dubiousanon]

if you wanted to post any of your wips… *tucks hair behind ear*

I have SO MANY that I literally don't know what to choose, I've got decision paralysis 😭 let me list a few, and maybe if anyone wants elaboration, I can go from there? If anyone even reads this? I definitely want to post something new on Ao3 soon!!!

These are all fics I'm working on and eventually plan to post (: this, I'd appreciate if you asked before using plots for personal work outside reposts!

Knock Knock (Who's There?): (KakaNaru)

When Naruto moves into his new apartment following his return to the village after training with Jiraiya for two years, he doesn't expect it to come with a roommate. But when he opens his closet, it seems to lead into... another apartment. One inhabited by a quiet teenager in a dog ANBU mask.

Naruto is nothing if not good at making friends. Nobody can blame Hound for getting attached, can they?

OR: Naruto's closet leads to another dimension— one where a younger Kakashi is drowning in ANBU. Good thing he's got a cute new neighbor intent on keeping him company.

-Dimension travel! An alternate version of Kakashi exists in a mirror world, which is somehow connected via Naruto's new closet.

-(alternate) Kakashi falls fast and hard and is pretty much fiending, he's so touch starved and so emotionally repressed. He takes one look at Naruto and he's gone.

-Naruto is so accepting of him and free of any judgement that it's impossible for (alternate) Kakashi not to get attached.

-Big Kakashi still very much exists and is very much horrified when it all clicks together. He was a hellion at 17, and now that version of himself has latched onto Naruto? Are you shitting him?

-Basically (alternate) Kakashi being down bad, Naruto being cheerful as ever, and yeah. Shenanigans.

-The Uchiha clan hasn't died yet in (alternate) Kakashi's dimension either. Food for thought.

Deep Down: (KakaNaru)

Naruto gets hit by a jutsu that scrambles not only his chakra, but his memories as well. He can't seem to recall anything. Somehow, this leads to him taking one look at Kakashi and assuming that hey, this must be his husband.

Kakashi, in love with Naruto for years now but never planning to act on it, panics. Worse, Sakura says going against what Naruto says could confuse him and make the injury worse. Kakashi needs to play along.

OR: Naruto loses his memory, assumes Kakashi is his husband, and Kakashi suffers through a dream he knows will inevitably end when Naruto fully remembers.

-A few years post war and Kakashi's feelings are so severe that it's starting to affect him in real life. He can barely work without zoning out thinking of Naruto. When Naruto is around, all he can do is stare.

-When Naruto loses his memory, he sees that stare— which is filled with blatant affection— and makes the natural leap to "this must be my husband."

-Kakashi is in heaven but suffering too. This is exactly what he wants, but it'll go away once Naruto remembers And now that he's gotten a taste, he's desperate for more, more, more.

-Naruto eventually remembers but doesn't really mention it, because he's a little shit.

Darker Still: (ShikaNaru)

When the war goes sideways, all Shikamaru can seem to focus on is Naruto. Still so bright and bold and full of life even as the world falls apart around them, all he wants to do is know more. He wants everything Naruto will give him. He wants to know his favorite color and why, his height, his preferred ramen flavor, how he sleeps, the pitches of his laughter, how many crinkles form by his eyes when he smiles, what he smells like, what he tastes like.

Nara's thrive on knowledge, and sometimes they fixate. Coincidentally, time traveling to the past doesn't fix this. If anything, it only makes it worse

OR: Shikamaru is obsessed with Naruto, Naruto is blissfully unaware of how deeply, and they're going to save the world.

-Literally just Shikamaru wanting to know every last bit of information about Naruto. No matter how small, he will hoard every scrap, will swallow it whole.

-They time travel and no, this doesn't fix the obsession. Shikamaru is awful about it. Stalkerish levels of awful. He just wants to follow Naruto everywhere and touch him all the time.

-Everyone is beyond fucking confused.

-Naruto is out here saving the world, Shikamaru is just here to stare at him while he does it.

A Soul That Rings: (ItaNaru)

Soulmates are all up to chance, and so rare they're practically a thing of myth. You've got to touch them to know, at which point you both get your "mark". They're so uncommon that Itachi is certain he's in the clear, right up until the point where he touches Naruto Uzumaki right before his fight with Sasuke and orange streaks shoot up his arm.

Everyone knows that one soulmate can't die until the other does. It's basically a guarantee that you'll live a long, happy life together unless someone can get you both at the same time. Soulmates are engineered to die from old age together, passing on at the same moment. If Sasuke tries to kill Itachi now... It's not going to stick.

OR: Itachi accidentally finds out Naruto is his soulmate right before he goes off to let Sasuke kill him, and news flash. Not only is Naruto stubborn as all hell, he is exceedingly hard to kill.

-Soulmates are so rare that some people straight up claim they don't exist. They're seriously one in a million. Worse, once you meet them, it's impossible to die unless someone can off you both at the exact same time.

-Itachi is basically anchored to life via Naruto. Even his chronic illness won't kill him. As long as Naruto lives, it literally doesn't matter what happens. The link will keep him alive.

-Naruto isn't letting this go. Itachi can try to run and hide if he wants, but guess what? Naruto has a built in Itachi-sensor now, and that shit will lead him right to him.

-Itachi with nine orange streaks twisting up his arm and Naruto with bright red flames, the color of Itachi's susanoo up his

-Sasuke has never been angrier

Dream A Little Dream: (ItaNaru)

Before Itachi fights Sasuke, he runs into Naruto in the woods, intent on transferring the Kotoamatsukami to him (aka, Shisui's eye) so that Naruto can later free Sasuke from manipulation if he needs to. However, something goes wrong. When Itachi traps Naruto in a genjutsu to do this, he realizes he... can't seem to break it. Something is wrong.

Now trapped with Naruto in an illusion neither of them can seem to get out of, the truth about Itachi's entire past unravels. Pretty soon, Sasuke isn't the only Uchiha that Naruto wants to save, and Itachi finds Naruto impossible to look away from.

OR: Trapped for nearly a year in a genjutsu, Naruto peels into Itachi like one would an orange, and Itachi finds out what loving the human embodiment of the sun is like.

-The genjutsu is basically a barren wasteland devoid of any life aside from themselves, and Naruto is the type of person who can't shut up for more than five minutes

-An invisible force keeps them from getting too far apart, so no. Itachi can't run, hide, and wait it out.

-Naruto notices immediately that Itachi seems ill and is so annoying that eventually, Itachi gives up and tells him everything.

-In the process he also somehow falls head over heels for Naruto and finds a will to live, so at least there's that?

-Idk, I'm a simple girl. I want down bad Itachi, I create down bad Itachi.

I have so many others but these are my favs ♥️

[anniebeckcalla]

𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘴 𝘶𝘱! ※。.:*:

╰┈➤ ...cooking with the dreamies

style: 3rd person, non-idol au wc:N/A cw: fluff, slight ooc [haechan's one isn't really about cooking]

calla's note: thanks for supporting my blog guys, you're awesome

𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘦

he saw a cooking hack for ramen on xhs and now wants to try it. you want to join in on the fun, but chenle won't hear of it. he wants to have a chance to show you how good he is at providing for you. the recipe has something to do with a stove, cheese, and buldak noodles - pretty straightforward. you wish that you were cooking with him, but you decide to sit back and let him do all the work. big mistake. when chenle serves up the dish, you realise that he accidentally put sugar instead of salt in the food, making it a very odd experience. when you look up at him, though, he looks so hopeful that you decide to pretend that you're enjoying the meal. it's his first time here, after all.

𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘰

after finding a recipe for bento cakes, you and jeno decided to make one for each other. you can't take anything seriously, and you laugh endlessly as you spill the ingredients and get the cake batter all over your apron and face. however, jeno takes the activity very seriously, measuring the ingredients with precision and cleaning up after every little spillage. when you put your cakes in the oven, jeno is careful to make sure that the temperature and timing are perfect. as you ice the cakes, your silliness devolves into frustration when your cake decoration looks like a sloppy mess. jeno's cake, of course, looks too beautiful to eat. it's okay, though. he's quick to help you with your cake and wordlessly clears up all the mess you made. the cakes are delicious, of course.

𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘯

you and renjun make biscuits (americans, these are sugar cookies) to take with you on a picnic. you suggest making chocolate chip, but renjun wants to add…interesting ingredients, such as lavender and dried strawberries. you allow renjun to take the lead, even if you don't feel very pleased about it deep inside. renjun wants you both to be involved in making the biscuits, and so he encourages you to take the lead in various steps during the baking- measuring the ingredients, chopping the dried herbs and fruit, cutting the shapes of the dough. you start to feel like you're having fun, but as the biscuits bake in the oven, rain starts to fall on the window. you're distraught, but renjun is quick to put a happy spin on the situation. instead, you eat the biscuits with tea in front of the television, and even if they're different, they're very delicious.

𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯

haechan is taking the lead in cooking- why wouldn't he? he's operating the barbecue at the party that your friend is holding. haechan smirks at you as he flips the juicy meat patties, making sure that he cooks one of them extra well just for you. he places it inside a nice fluffy bun, spooning on just the right amount of garnish, sauce, and cheese, handing you your burger with an ice cold can. “Hey,” shouts another party goer, “why isn't my burger nice like that too?” haechan smiles. “it's for the special people only,” he replies, winking at you.

𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯

you and jaemin had happily started out making pizzas. one cheese, one hawaiian, and one pepperoni. if there was any dough left over, you'd make a stuffed crust pizza to go with it, too.

that was two hours ago.

now you and jaemin stand in the middle of the kitchen, covered in flour, pots piled high in the sink, and the charred remains of what once were pizzas on the worktop. (jaemin had set the temperature too high.) jaemin taps on his phone, his smile growing. “what are you laughing at?” you snap. jaemin looks up. “i'm getting us some real pizza,” he says. “i’m not eating that homemade coal over there.” you roll your eyes. “what about the dishes?” jaemin stacks a huge pile of pots. “I'll find a way to fit them in the dishwasher.” you sigh, but you're so tired out with your failed attempts at cooking that you decide not to argue.

𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬

“will you look at that!” mark pulls the macaroni cheese out of the oven, golden and bubbling with perfection. you glance at him and feel yourself blushing at how perfect he looks with a tea towel slung over his shoulder, his hair brushed back, and his glasses fogged up from the steam. with a brawny arm, he ladles the macaroni onto two plates along witb some pre-prepared cornbread. you stare down at the food lovingly. it's perfect. what's better is that it's made out of love by the both of you. “can you get some drinking glasses for us, please?” mark takes off his glasses and rubs the lenses with the tea towel. without hesitation, you go to the cupboard and reach up to the glasses, but then you laugh as mark comes up behind you and encircles your waist with his strong arms, pressing kisses into your nape. this meal is definitely going to be a fun one.

𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨

jisung places his hands on your shoulders, eyes pleading. “please can we cook, y/n? i'm begging you.” you stepped out of his grip. “i told you, no. have a good think about what happened last time we cooked.” jisung paused, and his face turned into a guilty scowl. last time you two had been in the kitchen, (making mochi) you had ended up shouting nasty things at each other (jisung actually managed to make you cry) ruining your best pan (it had to go in the bin) and giving yourselves food poisoning (you had spent the following day in amu.)

“i’m sorry, y/n,” jisung said. “we can make it better this time.” you shook your head. your weren't taking chances. “okay, how about we do something simple like ramen?” jisung held his hands out. you considered it. ramen sounded like a good idea, and you were quite hungry. “if you're mean at all, i’ll launch you out of the window,” you promised, allowing jisung to pull you to the kitchen.

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🦅❤️Boyfriend!Hawks❤️🦅

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🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who met you at a Pro Hero gala last spring. He saw you from across the room and felt drawn to you like a moth to flame. He practically begged his agency team to introduce the two of you.

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who accidentally spilled his drink on you, yet still managed to capture your attention for the rest of the evening. He offered to pay for your gown to be dry cleaned, as long as you gave him your number in exchange.

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who texts you the morning after the gala to plan your first date together. He's dying to try a hole-in-the-wall ramen shop in your neighborhood. Maybe the two of you could grab a bite and then you can show him your favorite dessert spot?

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who is a not-so-secret foodie. Who loves to talk through taste and ingredients and mouthfeel and who absolutely lives for anything chocolate.

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who walks you home with a light hand on your lower back. Who kisses you softly on the cheek before he takes off into the night, his fierce wings glinting in the bright moonlight. Your face burns where his lips brushed your skin.

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who prefers when you take initiative in planning dates. He loves when you surprise him with an activity he's never done before - a pottery class downtown, a new nightclub after work, a dessert themed escape room. He loves to get to know you in all sorts of new venues and situations.

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who asks you to be exclusive after two months of dates and dinners and quick cheek kisses. He gifts you a bar of his favorite chocolate and asks cheekily if he can finally call himself your boyfriend (everyone at his agency has been referring to you as his girlfriend since the night you met). When you say yes, he finally kisses you satisfyingly slow and deep, his hands cradling your face.

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who you quickly learn grew up touch-starved. He didn't grow up with physical affection or hugging, so he's addicted to any small gesture of physical intimacy you give. You find the physical side of your relationship needs to develop very slowly and cautiously - Keigo can easily become overwhelmed and overstimulated since he's not used to being touched by other people. You don't mind one bit - he's worth the wait. He learns how to set boundaries and slowly opens up about his difficult childhood and training.

He loves when you:

Walk by him at an event and possessively rest a hand on his shoulder.

Rest a hand on his muscular chest when taking press photos or selfies.

Card your fingers through his thick hair. (This makes him absolutely melt into your touch!)

Press a quick kiss to his cheek or to the corner of his mouth

Slowly wrap him up in an embrace after a long day of patrols, meetings and press events.

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who is a a constant flirt. He has so much rizz in public, but in private he's all mush and emotional intimacy.

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who loves bragging about you at work. Who babbles about your hobbies and your cute outfits and your favorite movies to the likes of Endeavor, Best Jeanist and Mirko. They're all thrilled for him, but they find his bragging annoying as all hell.

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who revels in seeing you wear his clothes. He loves seeing how small you look in his oversized hoodies. You once put on his hero costume as a joke and he nearly passed out as his heart welled up with affection for you. You look so adorable in his flight suit and visor - he just can't stand it.

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who enjoys developing your physical relationship and relishes in every new thing he learns about your body and what makes you feel good. Luckily for you - he's a great student and a quick learner.

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who struggles to become good at kissing. The prolonged physical contact makes him uncomfortable at first, but he's determined to figure out the ways you like to be kissed. And you're more than happy to help him learn.

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who is a little possessive and likes to give you hickies to remind you that you're his. As he becomes more comfortable with you physically, he longs to make you his in any way he can. He loves to leave tiny love bites along your shoulder - reveling in the way he can make you shudder when he sinks sparkling teeth softly into delicate skin.

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who plans a scavenger hunt for your 1 year anniversary. Don't worry - there is a flight component that requires him to wrap his arms around you and to use Fierce Wings to give you both a birds-eye view of the city.

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who has an infectious, flirtatious grin. You can't help but laugh when you see that cheshire cat smile spread across his face over dinner or out and about with friends or on a long walk through the park.

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who feels that he is perfectly suited for the role of boyfriend, since taking care of others is one of his favorite things.

🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who loves you as you are, and who can't wait to build a life and to grow with you.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Adventures of YOUR part time job in the Lookismverse

G/N. You work the graveyard shift in a convenience store. You meet bizarre characters on different nights. Part 1 | Part 2

The customers can usually be separated into 3 categories.

Drunks, students, and weirdos.

Unfortunately for you, lately the weirdos have turned into regulars. But fortunately the weirdos aren't so weird.

The one that made it a habit to check in on you, with the scars and the cheesy wink wasn't so bad. Jack, was it? You can't remember and it's been too long for you to ask. You awkwardly address him as 'you' and avoid any situation where you need to use his name.

He likes to ask how you are, tell a few jokes. Spirit undeterred even when you look at him with a blank face because bless his soul, he's not funny at all but at least he tries and he's a lot less weird than first impression.

He hangs around at odd times, then again you do only work at odd times. Telling you stories about this and that. Something about Big Deal, something about a guy called Sinu and something about another guy called Samuel.

It's difficult to keep track. It's like he wants to talk but he's cryptic and god, it's 4am who can blame you if your eyes are glazing over.

John, or is it Jerry, is waffling again. He seems to always be talking about Samuel. Who he apparently misses and wonders where it's gone wrong and hang on, he's never been explicit but you just had to know.

When he takes a breath to munch on a cookie, you ask, "Hold on, is Samuel your ex?"

Wait no his name is Jason, definitely Jason- freezes mid-chew, "Why would you say that? He's my friend!"

Joshua sprays crumbs all over you but you note how he doesn't say no.

(You think you see this Samuel one early morning. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen him before and man, he really looks like shit.

Looks like the breakup is getting to him too.

Poor Samuel and Poor Jim.)

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But sometimes weirdos are just weirdos. 

It's ok. It comes with the territory so long as they're not in the habit of hurling abuse or whatever, you can deal with it.

In recent memory, there's only been two people that you have had to almost chase out with a broomstick.

You should have known they would be weirdos when one of them walks in in surprisingly teeny tiny purple camo shorts. Not that you're a pearl clutcher, but you're worried that one wrong move and he could be dangling out.

Besides. Purple. Camo. Shorts. Those words should never follow one after the other, and you repress a shudder at this guy's hideous dress sense when he comes up to you.

You thought the other one was alright, at least there's no hideous purple camo shorts in sight and his hair is nice (huh, this style must be popular, you’ve seen a lot of guys with this hair)-

But then he opens his mouth and asks for snakes and you think it's karma for judging camo-guy for his appearance when his friend is equally odd.

"We usually keep the snakes next to the ramen," you deadpan and the two men actually go to seek out the supposed snake (meat or pet purposes?) only to return moments later, empty-handed and looking confused.

"I think the snake is all sold out," Non-camo guy says as camo-guy glances around as if you might have hidden your snake stock elsewhere.

They must have thought you were stupid as you stood there opening and closing your mouth like a fish (or maybe a snake, do snake do these things), because come on, how are you even supposed to formulate a response to that?

Then you look at their eyes and also notice them looking snakey and surmise it must be some weird fetish thing. Pretending to be snakes and eating snakes and having pet snakes.

You want no part of this and tell them to get out.

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"I'm Baek Hangyeol," a new face says, pointing to his ID badge pinned to the white coat. 

"Doctor Baek Hangyeol." He stresses Doctor and Hangyeol and you wonder if he is waiting for a round of applause.

You don't say anything but you do notice he looks like a teenager and what idiot would let a teenager operate on them. (Drunk, student, weirdo. He could be all three.) Doctor Baek Hangyeol must be bluffing.

You decide not to call him on his bullshit. 

"Cool," is all you respond with because you don't want another complaint for being too mouthy. You are half tempted to tell him you're not a doctor, that you just work here but that seemed kinda redundant so you keep your mouth shut.

"Do you believe in true beauty?" he asks when you finish bagging up his goods (a plain water with added minerals, a bottle of multivitamins and a protein shake) and you think what sort of question is that.

You give a halfhearted shrug and say "Sure" and he hands his business card over.

"If you're ever considering it," he tells you with a wild smile. After he has left you look down at the lettering, eyes zeroing in on ‘Plastic Surgery’.

Excuse me?! What is he trying to say?

You thought he was a weirdo but now he has firmly shifted over to asshole. You regret not telling him to go fuck himself while you had the chance. The complaint would 100% be worth it. Zero regrets.

On your break, you burn the card and feel a small sense of satisfaction.

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A tall blonde guy with a creepy vibe (hold on, have you seen him before, he seems familiar. Then again, creepy blonde guys seem to be quite common around here-) walks in with the most billowing coat you have ever seen.

The entrance is kinda cool but the actual coat is kinda tragic with the cheesy red lettering and you wonder if you can pull it off any better than him.

You're still wondering about his coat when he's paying you, and hang on you have definitely seen him before because he says arigatou and hands over yen and you tell him no. Won only.

The idea of the coat, which has evolved into you fantasising about having a full blown cape, quickly loses its charm however, when the blonde gets caught in the automatic doors and you have to wrestle them open to free him.

Afterwards, you ask if he's ok, if he is harmed and can’t resist asking if the coat is ok too. You really don't want a lawsuit on your watch especially when the malfunctioning doors are not your fault.

Your kindness is repaid by him telling you he's not interested (what the fuck) and that his heart will not stray (again, what the fuck).

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You accidentally eavesdrop on a couple of students lamenting about missing out on school work. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop ok, the aisles are tight and cramped, it’s a small space. 

You peek over, and the one with big ears (seriously, they are huge) is telling the one with his back to you (goodness, his back is huge too) that school is important and he’s got notes the other one can use. 

It’s sweet, you think. School is important and it’s good they recognise that. Nice of them to help each other out too.

When they both come to pay (holy shit, that’s a fuckton of chocolate milk), you’re surprised to find Big Ear’s friend, Big Back, looks anywhere between late 20s and early 40s but it’s never too late to catch up on education, you suppose.

You spend the rest of your shift feeling motivated.

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“Going camping?” you ask the guy with the sandy blonde hair, chuckling nervously and ringing his items through. 

Either he’s going camping or he’s gonna kill and hide a dead body in the forest.

He’s pretty stoic, only giving you a curt nod. You can’t help but probe him a bit more. You’ve got a feeling that if or when the dead body turns up, you want to at least clear your conscience that you’ve tried your best so you make some more idle small talk.

You mention how you haven’t been camping for ages, not since you nearly burned your tent down and singed your hair after you tried to cook some marshmallows over a fire that turned out to be more of a raging bonfire (and might have awoken your pyromaniac streak, but you keep that to yourself).

The blonde guy actually pipes up and says “Master Taesoo would never do that.” 

You almost apologise out of principle due to how earnest he sounds, then he mentions something about how good this Master Taesoo is at catching and cooking snake and you wonder what the fuck is up with people and the snake obsession.

Either way, it doesn’t sound like someone is getting murdered. Only a snake (poor snake) so at least you can sleep easy later that day.

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“Oh hi DG,” you say, “Sorry about your cryptocurrency falling through. Diegocoin was it?”

He blinks at you a few times in surprise and heavens above. What’s that saying, fool me once, shame on me; fool me twice, shame on you? This guy has fooled you exactly no times with his shitty disguises and his effort has substantially dwindled too. 

He has only put his hood up and you did think you might get mugged at one point-

It’s an empty store, for crying out loud. Who comes into an empty store in the asscrack of night with their hood up, not wanting to draw attention to themselves.

Then you notice the pink hair and shifty glance and duh.

“Is it the-?” he asks, putting his hood down and signalling to his hair.

“Yeah, it’s the-” you signal to your own head of hair. “Dude you really need to dye it if you’re going for subtle.” You pause, consider something, “Hold on.”

You walk over to the beauty aisle and grab the black hair dye.

“On the house,” you tell DG because this guy really has no self awareness.

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“What do you mean no?”

“No." Your boyfriend peers down at you, arms crossed and at the end of his patience with you.

You open your mouth to argue- 

“No. You know nothing about Taekwondo. How can you work here?”

You look around helplessly at the studio. He’s not exactly wrong but you’re sick of dealing with the weirdos and the snakes and the creepy blondes. “But your dad-”

“I don’t care what that stupid old man says,”

“Taehoon!” Hansu scolds from the other side of the room, and Hansu's class of toddlers all whirl their head around to stare.

“I can learn?” you offer and Taehoon raises one skeptical brow.

“So you’re going to be a student?” You nod enthusiastically, “And we’re going to pay you for that?”

Oh. Damn. 

He’s got you there.