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intergalacticaquarium · 2 years

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Chapter 3- Ride Home

Eddie Munson x soon-to-be-step!henderson!OC

Summary: Sam goes to pick Dustin up from DnD and realizes that Hellfire Eddie is the same Eddie that she's friends with, and everybody has something to say about it.

Contents: Everybody wants 2 sibling Dustin so bad that when somebody doesn't take the opportunity they're like what? You don't want this great brother? What the fuck is wrong with you? no warnings besides mentions of weed.

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Like every weekday afternoon since the beginning of school until today, the day before spring break, Samantha Campbell was reading a book and idly eating a sandwich in her van with the back doors open instead of deigning to step foot in the cafeteria. Eddie had offered her a seat plenty of times but she had never taken him up on it, preferring the peace and quiet and lack of crowds and shouting.

Samantha didn’t stop to give anybody the time at school, in and out as fast as possible, talking to nobody, no eye contact, never initiate a conversation. In fact, over the past few months, her actions cultivated themselves into an aura that the people around her seemed to think was pretty intimidating.

Rarely did anybody interrupt her silent lunches in the parking lot, occasionally a teacher worried for her mental health, sometimes Eddie in an attempt to light up quickly before class, and every once in a blue moon, she would see a couple of Freshman standing on the perimeter of the parking lot, each whispering and occasionally smacking the others and gesturing to her van, until inevitably Dustin Henderson would nervously walk up to her while his friends waited and looked on curiously.

Today was one of those days. She wondered if he’d ever be able to convince one of the other ones to come and talk to her, or if they always made Dustin do it because they thought he had the family advantage. But she didn’t really know Dustin, aside from one sleepover in the guest room that had been sparsely decorated with objects she had left behind and a few awkward dinners, she hadn’t spoken to him. It’s not that she didn’t like him, he seemed like a good kid. Sam liked his mom, too. She liked seeing her Dad happy, she liked watching him try to teach Dustin to play catch in the front yard. They looked like a family. A family that Sam didn’t know how to fit into, no matter how many times they made it clear that she was welcome to try.

Dustin walked up to her cautiously, fiddling with his hat and waving casually as if she hadn’t seen the rock paper scissors battle between him and the tall skinny one to come over to her.

“Uh- hey, Samantha. Okay, so Lucas joined the basketball team this year because he wanted to stop us from being bullied and-” Dustin started quickly, and she interrupted.

“I don’t know who Lucas is.”

“Not important. Have you ever played Dungeons and Dragons?” He asked a little desperately.

“I don’t know what that is. Or what you being bullied by the basketball team has to do with dragons.” She said, already uncomfortable. She didn’t know how to talk to kids, Dustin seemed cool enough but she didn't know whether he was at the "hard truths of life" stage or if she was supposed to give him a lollipop or something.

Dustin started rambling on about the rules and dice with twenty sides.

“I’m sorry dude I don’t think that’s my thing.” She said, interrupting him again, and the little guy deflated, instantly filling her with guilt.

“Shit. Eddie’s gonna be so pissed if we can’t find someone to replace Lucas.” He murmured to himself.

“Okay? I don’t know your Drowning Dragons Eddie-”

“I feel like you know that’s not what it’s called.”

“S-o that’s really not my problem, sorry bud.” She said, not sounding sorry at al.

“Do you know anybody that would be interested?” He asked hopefully, glancing back to his friends who were probably expecting a better answer.

“I don’t know anybody.” She said flatly, starting to look around for something to end the conversation.

“Seriously? You don’t know anybody?” Dustin said, now with sarcasm in full swing. “Is this the first time you’ve ever spoken to another human being? Didn’t you go to school here for 11 years?” his tone was so confident all of a sudden that she would have laughed if she wasn’t already so annoyed.

“Yeah and then I left and all my old friends graduated.” She said flatly.

“Fine, fine. Message received.” Dustin grumbled and started to walk away, but turned back. “Oh, this is a weird question now that you said no to the first thing but, uh- can you pick me up after DnD at nine? I usually get a ride from Lucas.”

“Tryin’ to kill two birds with one stone, huh?” Sam asked and he nodded. “Sure. But don’t be late.”

Dustin smiled a little and Sam had to admit that he was kind of adorable.

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Dustin did end up running late, but Sam didn’t really care about being left to wait in the car when she carried her home with her everywhere she went. She rewound the Pogues cassette and restarted it, glancing towards the door opening and saw the boys come out of it. She furrowed her brow when they were with none other than Eddie Munson, who seemed to be in peak form, all arms and hips and menacing leans forward as he articulated whatever he was saying with his entire body to the absolute delight of the other boys. It didn’t even cross Sam’s mind that they were talking about the same Eddie, but now that she saw him she probably should’ve seen it coming. The boys were all talking and high fiving, and Sam honked the horn so he would hurry up. They all looked at the cars and Dustin waved goodbye to his friends.

“Oh hey- I just saw a friend, I’m gonna go say hi- later guys, great job on the big finale tonight, humble adventurers.” Eddie said, waving to them.

“My ride's here, later!” Dustin said, and they were both a little surprised when they both took a step in the same direction.

It wasn’t that strange, there were a few cars with people in them parked closeby, but eventually they reached the same van and they gave each other strange looks.

“Is- is Sam Campbell your ride?” Eddie asked, confused.

“Uh- yeah she’s my moms fiance's daughter. Is Sam Campbell your friend?”

“Yeah, I think-”

On the other side of the glass Samatha was cranking her window down and gave them both a stern stare.

“You know it’s weird to have a conversation directly outside somebody’s closed window.”

“Sorry- I saw your van and came over, didn’t know you were here to pick up Ser Dragonthorn, Knight in Absentia to the Realm of Neverwinter.” He said in a dramatic tone and bowed, making Dustin laugh, but then turned to Sam with suspicion.

“I thought you said that you ‘didn’t know anybody’” Dustin accused, finger quotes and all. Eddie snorted and leaned over to rest his elbows on the open car window. When Dustin had no more space to Sam he walked around to the passenger seat and got in.

“Don’t give her a hard time, that’s not a lie, I’m nobody.” He said mournfully, batting his eyelashes and her, now completely bent over and resting his chin on his arms. Sam grinned at how close he was getting, though she leaned away all the same.

“That’s not true- you’re the best damn DM I’ve ever seen.” Dustin said enthusiastically, then thought for a moment. “Don’t tell Mike I said that.”

Eddie laughed and stood up. “Stay on my good side and I won’t, Henderson.”

“How do you guys know each other?” Dustin asked, obviously extremely curious.

“He sells me-” Sam started, only to be interrupted by Eddie.

“-concert tickets!” he finished, and she glanced at him in confusion.

“I got….all the good seats.” He said kinda lamely, now leaning away from the car and hanging onto the window.

“Yeah. All the good seats to all the great concerts that I go to now. In rural Indiana.” She said blankly and then stared at Dustin with a fake smile and she could see he wasn’t buying it.

Eddie stood up on his own two feet and taped the top of the van awkwardly a few times.

“See you round, Campbell. Henderson, figure out your level up stats and I swear to god if you don’t fix that -1 in agility I’m going to trap Ser Dragonthorn in a well and you’ll be stuck in there forever.” he said sincerely.

“I’m a barbarian I don’t have to be agile-” Dustin started, and Sam took the car out of park and slowly started to back away.

“Bye Eddie!” She said, cutting the conversation short and driving away, looking in the rear view a few times that he was staring after them and grinning.

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Dustin sat back down and fiddled with the radio to get to his favorite station.

“How do you really know Eddie?”

Sam glanced at him in confusion. “What he said. He sells me pirated tapes or whatever.”

“Concert tickets. He said concert tickets.” Dustin said flatly, and Samantha frowned.

“He sells me both. Duh.” She said, and noticed Dustin getting quiet.

“Look, if he didn’t say anything it’s for a reason. You obviously look up to him and maybe he doesn’t want to ruin that by crossing wires or whatever.”

“You can’t say that- now I have to know!”

“Honestly, it’s not even a big deal. I don't know why he would even bother lying about it, you’re old enough to know that weed exists. You’re- what? 9?....17?””

“I’m 15.”

“That’s about the middle of what I said. Whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

“So he sells you weed? That’s the big secret?” Dustin said, obviously disappointed, and Sam laughed.

“You look so disappointed, what were you expecting?” She said, and Dustin grinned.

“Maybe he fights real monsters on the weekend.” He said in a tone that made Sam feel like she was missing something. The mention of monsters soured her mood, flashes of what she saw that night at Starcourt flickering behind her eyelids while she stared at the road and tried not to blink.

“Monsters aren’t real, Dustin. You’re 15, you should know that.” She said quietly, and he could tell that her mood had changed.

“You’d be surprised.” Dustin said, almost to himself, and looked out the window.

She pulled up to his house and let him out, and she could see her dad and Dustin’s mom playing cards at the table. Dustin got out and waved goodbye, and she saw her dad look out the window at her van and wave. Sam waved back. She wanted to go inside, but the silhouette of Dustin came around the corner and hugged his mom, and high fived her dad. By the time he turned back to the window she had driven away.

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Back at the trailer park she waited for Eddie to invite himself over but he didn’t come as soon as she had expected after she saw him come home and go into the trailer. She even saw little puffs of smoke coming from the window and she frowned. He didn’t have to come over, it’s not like they had standing plans or anything. Just as she was overthinking it she saw him walking towards her, and she leaned back in relief.

He sat down next to her and passed her a beer out of the six pack he was carrying, and she took it gingerly.

“You know Dustin asked me to play today. Told me that Eddie would be so pissed if they couldn’t find a sub.” She said, grinning. “Didn’t occur to me til I saw you that they might be talking about you.”

Eddie chuckled too. “Yeah, I didn’t really connect the dots either that Dustin was your step brother. What with how you’ve never said his name and he…never mentions you.”

There was something off about his voice that she couldn’t identify.

“He’s not really my brother.” She explained lamely, and he nodded. “Why didn’t you want me to tell him that you were selling weed?” She asked, and he screwed up his face for a minute, tensing up his shoulders before relaxing them.

“I dunno. They look up to me, y’know? Every year there’s always a couple of weird kids that don’t fit in and I want to- God damn this sounds so cheesy- I want to make a nice space where they can just be themselves. It’s not like it’s a secret and everybody figures it out eventually it’s just, with Dustin in particular…” He said, swaying back and forth and explaining himself. “I’ve never had a kid latch onto me and expect me to role model him like that. It’s a lot of pressure.” He finished, and Sam smiled.

“Sounds like you’ve got a new little brother. It’s sweet.” She said, and Eddie took a sip without looking at her.

“I mean, if you weren’t gonna do it then somebody should, right?” he said, and immediately looked guilty.

“Wow.” She said, sitting up from the relaxed position she had been in so she could look him in the eye. She shook her head, unsure how to respond.

“I’m sorry, it’s just- he talks about your dad Ron all the time and he’s never mentioned you. Sometimes his friends ask about you and all he has to say is ‘she’s not really my sister’ and that he’s too scared to talk to you.”

“I’m not his sister, though. Why is Dustin my responsibility all of a sudden, sounds like he’s got plenty of role models to go around.” She said, offended, and she sat quietly for a moment while his words sunk in a little more. “He’s too scared to talk to me?” She asked incredulously.

“Yeah. They all are.” He said it as if it was obvious. “I just- I know this whole ‘new family’ thing has been kinda hard on you, and you know I love the whole standoffish loner thing you’re doing now,” He said, clearly ramping up to something and trying to gather some courage, but she couldn’t figure out where he was going when he looked her in the eye.

“but I don’t like bullies- and if you’ve been giving Dustin or any of those other kids a hard time-”

“What? No, of course not. I'm not giving anybody a hard time.” She said angrily.

“Then why are they all scared of you?”

“Because they don’t know me!”

“And why is that?”

“Because I don’t talk to them. I’m a standoffish loner, remember?” She said, kinda defeated and thinking back to all her past interactions with Dustin to search for anything that would have scared him. She couldn’t come up with anything, but she certainly couldn’t come up with any moments of connection either.

“Okay, maybe I haven’t exactly put in any effort with him but I haven’t done anything mean to him either.” She admitted begrudgingly, and Eddie seemed to accept that, looking like he felt guilty for insinuating anything. But she was glad that he said it, whether or not he had a point or not (she knew he did), that meant that somebody was looking out for Dustin. Somebody should if she wasn’t, after all. That thought struck her as selfish in the quiet lack of conversation until Eddie spoke again.

“Man, I’m sorry. Maybe I’m just sick of hearing him complain about your empty bedroom.” He said with a weak laugh, obviously he had said what he came to say and hadn’t thought much beyond that.

“What?” She asked, confused.

“He complains about your empty bedroom constantly. Annoys the shit out of me.” He said. “ Always talks about how his mom was thinking about buying a computer before she cleaned out the whole office so that you could come and live there. How he keeps asking to put his damn radios back in there but his mom says no every time because she wouldn’t want to make you feel unwelcome.”

Sam paused. She didn’t know that. She had suggested that they just get rid of the room once and her dad said no, but she didn’t know that Claudia cared or that her not being there was causing any kind of absence in their family. She shook her head and chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying not to think of any symbolism there.

“Next time…” she paused, unsure what she wanted to say. “Next time he asks me to play DnD with you guys I’ll say yes. And maybe I’ll think about sleeping in that empty bedroom. Maybe.” she said to Eddie, and smiled when he grinned. “And for what it’s worth, I’m glad that you’re looking out for him enough to talk to me about this.” she said, honestly, and he looked away bashfully in a way she thought was very sweet.

“I’m just worried he does have enough badass influences in his life. I don’t want him to be a mini Steve Harrington.” He mused, and Sam laughed incredulously.

“Why would you possibly have to worry about that?”

“They’re like, best friends.” He said, and she gaped at him.

“Why?”

“I have no idea. Dustin worships him, though.” He said, clearly irritated. Sam squinted into the night sky contemplatively.

“Is Dustin really cool, or has Steve Harrington massively fallen from grace?” She asked, and Eddie snorted a laugh.

“He works at the video store with Robin Buckley and apparently spends all his time with her and the kids he babysits or whatever, so I think so.” He said smugly.

“As opposed to you who…doesn’t have a job, only hangs out with me and the exact same kids in the official school club that you are technically the administrator of.” She said, even more smugly than him, and he rewarded her by falling backward onto the mattress.

“You’re killing me, Sam. Literally. I’m literally cursed and going to die because you keep calling me a sellout.” He complained, and she laughed, feeling more free than she had since getting back to Hawkins.

“Yup. Sellout, total corpo. Might as well be wearing a damn necktie.” She said, starting to giggle freely and he joined, though it died down quickly with a soft look between them that made her feel ridiculous for not thinking of him as a real friend until now. Glancing away back at the evening she decided that it was time to stop living her life at arm's length, and now she knew she had somebody to do it with.

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seanfalco · 10 months

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Winnie and Lyds 🥰🥰

who made the first move: Pretty sure it was Win

who kissed who first: Win kissed Lyds first

who started the relationship: Lydia

who remembers things: Lydia

nicknames for each other: Lydia calls Win Winnie and Win calls Lydia Lyds/Lyddie/Lollipop

who is more likely to pay for dinner: They'd probably split it?

who normally cooks: Lydia, definitely

who remembers anniversaries: Lydia

what would they get each other for gifts: Usually clothes, or movies, or music.

most trivial thing they fight over: Who loves who more ;p

how often do they fight: Not often, it's pretty rare

who uses all the hot water: Win

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Win

who leaves their stuff around: Win, she's a bit of a slob

who remembers to buy the milk: Lydia

who controls the netflix queue: I feel like that's something they fight over lol

who steals the covers at night: Lydia lol

who cusses more: I think it's about the same, they both have the mouths of sailors

who does most of the cleaning: Lydia

what’s their favorite non-sexual activity: writing music together, or just snuggling on the couch, eating ice cream and watching a movie

who’s the cuddler: both of them

who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Lyddie's the big spoon and Win's the little one

who’s more dominant: Usually Win, but Lydia can be from time to time

who is the dirty talker: Win

what do they do when they’re away from each other: They'd be constantly texting and need to video chat before bed. I feel like Win would wear something of Lydia's that made her feel like she was there and Lydia would wear some of Win's jewelry.

what would they do if the other one was hurt: Win would worry herself sick, while Lydia would busy herself taking care of Win, making sure she didn't need anything or was comfortable.

a headcanon: Win loves horror films, but she gets scared easily, so she's constantly hiding her face in Lydia's shoulder.

#joz answers #flor 💚#otp: green apple lollipop #oc: win lewis #oc: lydia bellamy #oc stuff #send me a ship

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thesunoosshining · 3 months

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chapter: extra (r.n)

-> chapter 12; like... for real?

warnings: kys/kms jokes, gay jokes, calling someone homophobic as a joke (again), idiots being idiots, one mention of feeling like throwing up, a joke about being potentially "kidnapped." written section: 1.4k words (more under the cut!)

you felt vaguely like you might throw up.

“come on, y/n, it’ll be okay!” ria encouraged, rubbing your back comfortingly for a second. she pulled her hand back with a little affronted noise when eun smacked it lightly, telling ria to move her hand so she could finish working on your hair.

it had to be perfect. riki was practically wearing a hole in the enhypen dorms from all his pacing right now – not that you knew that. but he was.

you took a deep breath, trying to take ria’s words to heart. it’ll be fine. it’s just riki! your good friend riki. your good friend riki, who was very attractive and nice and super fun to be around who you maybe had a massive crush on. riki, who asked kaia to drop you… somewhere, because neither of you could drive yet. just the two of you. you and riki.

no big deal. totally chill. you got this.

“technically, he could kidnap you and we’d never know.” kaia pipes up, from where she’s casually eating a lollipop and watching eun put the finishing touches on your hair, before moving on to touch up your makeup. eun begged you to let her do it, because she loves doing your makeup. (as expected from the resident makeup expert in your group.)

you were more than happy to let her do it. as much as you’d rather have ria (disaster in the kitchen) make you dinner than have eun (terrible at subtlety and ideas) wingman you, you’d trust her with your life. and your makeup. and this kind of feels like life and death right now, so maybe it's a mix of both of those things.

eun gives kaia a glare as ria snickers a little. “he’s not going to kidnap her! dumb child.” eun shook her head.

“dumb child? i’m older than you, you fetus.” kaia side-eyed eun, removing her lollipop from her mouth with a little ‘pop!’ she rolled her eyes, looking right at you. “y/n, it’s not that big of a deal. seriously.”

“kaia! be nice. she’s nervous.” ria scolded. she pat your arm again. “it’s okay, girl. i get it. it’s nerve-wracking, isn’t it? but i promise once you get there and start talking, you’ll completely forget how nervous you are. that’s how it goes for me, anyways. maybe that’s just me.” she consoled, her voice dropping to more of a thoughtful mumble at the last sentence.

“respectfully, no one here relates to you, girlie.” kaia commented, with an amused raise of her eyebrow. she had this little habit of saying ‘girlie.’ you always thought it was cute. you found yourself smiling a little at that, despite your nerves.

kaia was the leader of your group. she was the most mature, sometimes came off as cold or uncaring, and it was unanimous between the four of you that she gave ‘sexy’ vibes – you were ‘pretty,’ eun was ‘hot,’ and ria was ‘cute' – but despite all that, kaia was one of the sweetest people you'd ever met. she was always there for you, even if she sometimes has a funny way of showing it. and even if she didn’t think so, she was still just so cute sometimes.

kaia calling your name bought you out of your thoughts. she gave you a serious look. “you’ll be fine. just be yourself. riki wouldn’t ask you if he didn’t like hanging out with you. and ria’s probably right, for once. try to relax, and it’ll all come together. stop worrying about what might happen and just have fun, okay?”

“for once?” ria protests, affronted. she huffs, shaking her head. not before giving kaia a judging look, though. she’s been spending too much time with sunoo, you think. “see? even kaia agrees. you’ll be fine, okay?”

“exactly.” eun nods, stepping back. you see her give you an air kiss through the reflection in the mirror. “all done. you look gorgeous, babe.”

kaia nods approvingly. she gives you another little pep talk in the car, before she drops you off at the parking lot for some convenience store that’s kind of in the middle of nowhere. you’re a little confused, but she promises riki will pick you up.

she kicks you out of the car the second she sees riki approach, bidding you farewell with a “good luck!” and a threat for if you didn’t tell them everything the second you got back to the dorms.

“hey!” riki breathes out, as he walks up to you.

and, just like that, your nerves are back.

you swallow before answering, heart hammering in your chest.

“hi.” you echo, nodding. you fidget with your hands as you and riki just stare at each other for a second.

he shakes his head before offering you his hand. you take it, and he leads you past the convince store, through the trees behind the store.

“sorry. kind of a little hard to get here by car.” he laughs, a little. he hopes you can’t notice the way his hands seem to get a little sweatier.

if you didn’t know better, you’d say it sounds a little nervous. you’re not sure you know better, so you let yourself hope a little. maybe he cares as much as you do about this.

“it’s okay.” you assure him. you really don’t mind. it’s pretty, anyways. you meant the environment, but he’s pretty, too.

he stops a little past the trees, in an open field. it’s gorgeous. there’s a blanket on the ground, a few plates with various desserts and a bottle of orange soda placed carefully on top, with two glasses.

taking a nervous breath, he lets go of your hand, sitting down on one side. he gestures vaguely to the space on opposite him. you sit down on the blanket gingerly.

“i– um. cookies.” he says, a little stupidly, holding out a cookie to you. “eun helped me make them.”

you take it from him.

“eun? i thought, um, jay wanted to make cookies for kaia.” you ask, blinking at him, glancing between him and the cookie in your hand.

you haven’t really connected the dots yet. riki’s kind of relived, because he’s nervous as hell, but it also makes it a little harder, because he definitely has to say it, now.

he tried to practice, but he couldn’t take himself seriously, looking in the mirror and taking to him. the rest of the guys were no help, so he decided he’d just come up with it on the spot. speak from the heart or whatever, right?

wrong.

“i don’t think we should be friends.” riki says, instead, because sometimes his synapses don’t totally connect.

you blink at him, trying to process his words. your heart drops a little. “what?”

“no, no, not– wait, wait, not like that!” he exclaims, waving his hands around. “i just– um, i. uh.”

he lets out a shaky breath, running his hands through his hair.

“we should. um. i like you.” he says, spitting out the words before he can overthink them. “so, um. we shouldn’t be friends. i should be your boyfriend. um, if you’ll let me.”

he throws in a little smile, at the end, because he doesn’t want to make it obvious how close he is to getting up and booking it in the other direction.

your lips part a little, because… oh. really? wow.

“um, like… for real?” you ask, stupidly. he wouldn’t do all this if he wasn’t for real.

“for real.” he assures, the corner of his mouth turning up in amusement. “uh, you don’t have to answer now, i guess, but…”

“no!” you blurt, before realising that’s not the right word. “no, i mean– ugh! i mean, yes. like, no, i want to answer now. but the answer is yes.”

“so… yes? you’ll be my girlfriend?” riki confirms, his mouth starting to stretch into a real smile.

“yes.” you reply, mirroring his expression.

riki sighs in relief, starting to laugh a little.

he tells you about how eun nearly murdered him because how of awful he was at baking when she helped him make the cookies. you tell him about how you’ve had the biggest crush on him since forever. he tells you the same thing in return.

it's nice. maybe all those nerves were worth it, in the end. scratch that – they were definitely worth it, in the end.

chapter 12; like... for real?

notes: UMMM i really do apologize for the late chapter. the procrastination writers block shit got to me. we're really close to the end of his smau actually WHICH?? is crazy. woah! but thank you all for sticking around 🫶 if you see any mistakes in the written section please inform me EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATE !!! if you see any mistakes in the smau parts pretend you don't see it because i'm not doing alla that again. there's a lot of yap about kaia? yeah she's Very Heavily inspired by one of my friends. who's birthday was Literally Yesterday (!!) sadly school is online for parent teacher meetings from mon-today so we didn't get to see her yet but <3 love her lots. does anyone read these? hope you enjoyed this chapter anyways! let's pray the next one is on time.

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takeeachdayonebookatatime · 5 months

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Why did you elbow me? 160

Achilles Castle part 62

Lemonade and lies PART 5

Ayanna: pov I wonder what they are screaming at/about all of a sudden it becomes very clear it's a roach and it's not alone it has a few friends with it. Ew I hate bugs, it feels like hours of watching this camera feed when in reality it has been only an hour.

Kate: pov a woman appears with a baby and walks up to the tattooed guy and slaps him across the face saying that's for not paying child support. Esposito walks in the room asking if I want him to pick up dinner. I'm starting to feel even worse. I say yes that's fine.

Liv: pov Ayanna gets up to talk to Elliot. I ask Kate if she is okay because she doesn't look like she feels good, she says it's probably a cold it will pass. I tell her she should be careful because of her heart. Kate says her cardiologist already knows she doesn't feel good. Kate is coughing. Let's. Hope her cough doesn't get any worse.

Fin: pov Esposito arrives back with the food, he got Kate a special soup. Kate and Liv take their food back to the conference room Ayanna agrees to join them Muncy is also invited. Us Boys are eating in the breakroom chatting about work and life.

Ryan: pov I help clean up the mess from dinner who new tacos Could be so messy. Lanie chose to eat with the girls. I think she wants to check in on Kate more than anything.

Lanie: pov I follow Kate into the woman's bathroom to talk privately, Kate you have to be honest with me how are you really feeling. You have a headache, did you take some tylenol, yes okay. Are you starting to cough, yet? Yes you have a cough can you take a few minutes and come downstairs to the morgue so I can check you out better.

Kate: pov I will be back in a minute Lanie needs me for a few minutes in the morgue she says it's important. Lanie has me sit down on a chair since her morgue table just had a body on it. She takes my temperature, listens to my heart and lungs and says it is a cold. She is concerned about my cough, so far no fever which is great. As soon as I noticed my cough I started taking my cough meds. Alexis dropped them off earlier, since she had the day off from school as was on the way to hang out with Dave.

Muncy: pov back upstairs Kate heads back to her office to keep watching the video feed with Liv and Ayanna. I'm working with Joe checking on people's alibis for the night of the murder. It's starting to get late. Everyone decides to go home and come back very early in the morning.

Castle: pov Kate is Finally home Lanie brought her home since she is sick. Lanie says she can spend the night, just to make sure Kate is okay. Her cough is pretty bad, but thankfully she doesn't have a fever. Lanie grabs the sore throat lollipops Kate can have and an ice pop to help. I turn the TV on so the 3 of us can watch something for a bit. Alexis is still out with Dave and mother should be back soon.

Martha: pov me and my friend had the most amazing time. How is your case going Katherine, oh that's good to hear you have extra help. You look like you don't feel well Katherine. Is everything okay Lanie. Well I hope her cold goes away soon, I'm off to bed. Oh and Alexis texted me she is heading back to Dave's instead of home.

Elliot:pov I head back to my lonely apartment and call the kids to check up on them. Eli is spending the week with Kathleen since she has the week off that way they can do a whole bunch of fun stuff.

Cassidy: pov it's late when Liv gets home, how was your day? I bet it was long. I already fed Noah and helped him with his homework and let him play a little bit of video games before he showered and went to bed. How about some ice cream before bed.

Lanie: pov I was up most of the night with Kate. Her cough is pretty bad. Breakfast is going to be a banana for her and a cup of decaf coffee. The Brand of decaf coffee she drinks has zero caffeine in it. She takes her meds then the cough medicine. I'm a little concerned about Kate so far she hasn't said her chest hurts which is a good thing.

Jenny: pov Ryan is up early getting ready for work, he has his hand resting on my belly where you can feel the baby kicking hard.

Fin: pov everyone shows up at the station early, Esposito has brought donuts and coffee and for everyone and for the people who don't drink coffee he brought hot chocolate and tea. Kate already ate at her house. Liv says Cassidy is dropping Noah off at school and picking him up for her since he has the day off.

Ayanna: pov after taking some time to plan our entry to the warehouse we head out the ride to the warehouse is short, the rest of the officers/detectives are in a van with the name Pam's cleaning on the side. Lanie won't take no for an answer so she is coming with us. She will be in the van with Jet.

Joe: pov Captain Benson and Captain Beckett had agreed to show up, the group arrives at the warehouse with additional officers. All of us are waiting in the cars or van, Muncy and Ayanna are going in with Liv and Kate as two of the girls. Once they give the signal the rest of us and ESU will bust in. Jet hacked into the camera's, lucky there is one in this room. To be continued. ……..

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noro-noro-noro · 1 year

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oh yeah dreams....dreams....hm

- something about beijg on vacation in Europe with my sister & my friend & his friend who looked like Elsa Frozen as a human. we were in France briefly in n some.medieval themed town. there was a house with nice parents. was I on some kind of quest or was I afraid of being tracked? I don't remember. they had neighbors who had like a moat and water featute in his yard. we eent from the house to the little.toen and I wanted a slushie so bad & asked my sister if she could hold my blue flavored icee fr a minute, but then we were in the airport and she'd drunk the entire thingp. we were walking around trying to find another one innthe airport, but it was dark and had like funky bowling carpet & was more like a food court in there instead. I didn't know when my flight was either but at least my friends were keeping us company in the huge airport

- at a restaurant with people from studio. some kind of trip or smth, probably similar to when our design teacher from the study abroad trip took us somehwerr. it was a nice & fancy restaurant. most of us were sitting at a table by the kitchen but a few of us were at another table. I was very by the wall at the kitchen table jext to this girl D who was the one that asked me if I knew what a meme was like 5 yesrs ago. anyway our food wasn't coming out & the kitchen looked like it was closing down & we were like ??? but my dish finally showed up. it was spicy chicken with ghost peppers g also these really weirdly shaped lemons? like they were shaoed like bird feet, but looked like lemons, but in think they were actually a sweet fruit and you could eat the peel. D got a tasty looking cocktail.

- the beginning of this is kind of lost too. serial killer murdering..? there was some janitor who was possessed by something. we were all kids in this dream I was a bit older so I felt like It was.my resnsibility to keep the rest safe. but the janitor with his glowing green from all orifices inside his head and huge glasses. he wanted us to fix something for him - it was in slices that we had to seam together, and it was halfway to illegible from warer spills, but it had fallen into the room under the washing machine. we could seam the torn paper together by putting it together like a puzzle and running our fingers over it to heal it. the pages were different colors on construction paper, which kinr of helped.

eventually we were on the way home from school, still younger, though I was closer to my agem my sister was there.. the bus was going down a street that was almost like the street from our old house before we moved away, but there were also some vital differences. like the hill. anyway I got a text from this girl Jessica & her dad who wanted to meet me & my sister & my dad for dinner atbthis nice restaurant, so me & my aister were excited ;7but she saidnthe restaurant was in Ohio, which is 7-10 hours away.

anyway I remembered scaramouche genshin impsct lived nearby, but since everyone was aged down to child in this dream, I was excited to see him as a tsundere little kid. anyway we got.off the bus & went to play in our mom's friend's backyard. he was there & it was funny. I was wearing my old one ouece swim suit fsr?? I stopped wesring it bc it didn't fit. anyway I was older again & keeping my eyes on all tge little Asian kids , some of whom reminded me.of my cousins from Taiwan but only the first time.i met them when they were both 11 (I saw a picture of them when my mom's brother visited that really threw me.off. like what do you mean they're 18 now. qnd so tall. what) & also their dad was there carrinh Large and expensive looking pottery & thumping it down onto a table in front of me for me to see, and then continuing onwards. we were all going to go to that nixe restaurant later apparently so we sbojldnt be eating, but my sister snuck us lollipops that were like extrmeely.long and think and kinda bendy like ribbon erasers. we cheered

#dreams

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groovygames · 2 years

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what the valorant agents would give you for valentines day :)

Brimstone: gives you a very fuzzy teddy bear holding a heart

Viper: her valentines day gift to you is letting you poke around her lab. thats it

Omen: gives you something he knit himself– does NOT tell you he made it. he just shoves it into your arms and scuttles off

Killjoy: a valentines day card with some nerdy-ass quip on it

Cypher: a box of chocolates and a kiss if youre alone. you should probably double check if he bugged the box

Sova: a romantic picnic :)

Sage: she would verbally wish you a happy valentines day and give you a bag of sweet hearts

Phoenix: he tries to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but he ends up burning the food. after you help him put out a small oven fire, he just takes you out to eat at a high-end restaurant

Reyna: verbally wishes you a happy valentines day and gives you a tiny teddy bear

Raze: she thought it would be cute if boombot delivered you a box of chocolates-- but he ended up exploding at the door of your room. you spend your valentines day cleaning the caramel off your door and with raze rebuilding boombot

Jett: she’ll just give you one of those tiny cards with the heart lollipop taped on them and call it a day

Breach: an even BIGGER teddy bear holding a heart just to one up brimstone (and because he loves you that much ^_^)

Skye: a HUGE bouquet (she picked out the flowers herself) and an outdoor trip together

Yoru: he verbally wishes you a good valentines day and hands you a Single flower he uprooted from the ground. he’s not trying to insult you, he just doesn’t know what he’s doing LOL

Astra: a barrage of kisses! the first thing she does when she sees you is wish you a happy valentines day, cradles your face, and goes to town. MWAHMWAHMWAHMWAHMWAHMWAH

Kayo: gives you an oversized teddy bear and tries his hardest to give you a hug . JUST THIS ONCE!!!!!

Chamber: his gift to you is an expensive night out. he would take you shopping, take you to dinner, and end the day conking out in a frou-frou ass hotel

Neon: a replica of squish squish (courtesy of omen)

#i know this is different from my other content but i was thinking about it n i thought it was cute to share #valorant

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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Unspoken

Summary: Dean is cursed with the inability to speak unless a cure can be found. It begins to wear on him in more ways than one...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language

“Stay down,” said Dean, aiming his gun at the witch.

“Why don’t you shut up,” she said, throwing something at Dean. You both shot and she was dead like that but Dean had a hand on his throat, turning to you with a bit of panic in his eyes.

“Dean!” you said, expecting him to start gasping that he couldn’t breathe but it never came. Dean only continued to claw at his throat, opening his mouth and staring at you. “What’d she do?”

You watched him move his lips and even his tongue but not a whisper came out, no sound at all. He looked like he was trying to shout but there was nothing, Dean spinning around.

“You can’t talk?” you asked, Dean nodding as he found a piece of paper and a pen, jotting something down quick.

Can breathe. No talking though. Find spellbook.

“Alright. You look down here. I’ll take upstairs.”

About an hour later, Dean was poking his head in a room, tossing a notebook at you before walking away.

Found it. Doesn’t mention anything. I dealt with the witch. I grabbed the book so let’s go home. Maybe Sam can figure it out.

“Well, I’m sure this will be an enjoyable drive home.”

“Wait. So you can’t talk?” said Sam. Dean rolled his eyes and rested his head on his hands. “Really?”

“Yes, Sam. He’s cursed or under a spell. Help me figure this out, alright?” you said. Sam held up his hands, chuckling a little. “Sam.”

“Hey, compared to the usual crap that happens to us, at least this isn’t so bad, right? It’s not trying to kill him at least,” said Sam.

Dean sighed but gave a half-hearted smile and nodded. He waved and you followed after to the library, each one of you heading off to do your own research.

Hopefully you could find a cure soon.

Four Months Later

Sam was off on another random lead that probably wouldn’t pan out. You’d managed to find a nice and easy ghost hunt but you couldn’t even drag Dean along with you. That was your rule. It was too dangerous to bring him along when he couldn’t talk. It was strange how everything around him seemed to mute. Plates didn’t make noise when they stacked together. Chairs didn’t scrape along the floor. The shower was silent whenever he took one.

He was like a ghost. Except those made sound on occasion.

“Dean. Let’s get out of the bunker, go do something fun,” you said, poking your head in your room. Dean was nowhere to be found. You checked the garage next, Baby still parked in there, no sign of him. “Dean! Where are you?”

You hoped that didn’t make him mad. He’d been having a bad week. Worse than normal which was saying something. You knew he was reaching his breaking point even if he kept it to himself.

“Dean,” you said again, wandering to your old bedroom, finding him sat on top of the bed, staring at you when you walked in. “Baby. What-”

He tossed his little whiteboard across the room and you took a seat beside him, Dean turning his head away.

“I love you,” you said, wrapping your arms around him, giving him a kiss. “I know this is hard and I miss talking to you. So let’s talk, okay?”

He tilted his head and moved to stand but you kept him in place.

“Maybe the conversation is going to be a bit one sided but we can still talk, can’t we?” you asked. He nodded, looking over to where he’d thrown his whiteboard. He went to grab it but you shook your head.

“What?” he mouthed. You pressed your lips to his, gently laying the two of you back. He blinked when you moved away, eyes watching your hand slide up into his hair. Your fingers ran through his stands, green eyes flickering up and back to your face. He was thinking, trying to understand as you grabbed his shoulder and moved his head, resting it closer to your own. You smiled as he kept watching you, still thinking.

“For all the things I hate about this situation, you know what I love? Whenever I tell you how amazing you are, how wonderful and good and handsome and strong and intelligent and witty and awesome you are, you can’t make that tsk noise or scoff or sigh or grumble or interrupt to tell me I’m wrong. You have to sit back and take it,” you said.

He gave you a bitch face, rolling his eyes as you kept playing with his hair. He started to nuzzle into the touch though, his face turning soft.

“I love you,” you said. He nodded and pecked a kiss on the top of your nose, big green eyes staring softly. “I know you love me too, Dean.”

He let out a silent breath of air, pulling you flush to him.

“I don’t care what happens. I’m with you,” you said.

He smiled and grabbed your hand, pressing it flat against his chest and over his heart. You felt his heartbeat and smiled.

Two Months Later

“Dean! Lunch is ready!” you shouted from the kitchen. “Bacon lettuce tomato with extra bacon for you!”

You waited a beat, no tuft of brown hair coming around the corner. You grabbed his plate and drink, carrying them out to the library where Dean was researching again.

“You want to eat in here?” you asked. Dean lifted his head and shook it, waving you over. “You don’t want bacon...okay. That’s not concerning or anything.”

He tapped his book and you set the food down, peering over his shoulder.

“A transference spell? You want to transfer it to someone else?” you asked. Dean nodded, tossing his whiteboard at you.

We can’t break it so let’s move it. Move the spell to someone it won’t affect, like someone in a coma that’s never going to wake up. You think that would work?

“Actually, that’s not a half-bad idea,” you said. “Lunch first and then we’ll see if it’s possible.”

“It was a good try,” you said that night. Dean was in the gym, smacking hits against the punching bag. “We’ll get your voice back.”

He looked around the bag, taking deep pants, hitting it once more.

“Dean,” you said, his face scrunching up as he swung again. Hard. He did it a few times, the bag bouncing around, Dean not letting up until he was breathing hard, falling down onto his butt. He shut his eyes and put his head between his knees.

You sat beside him, Dean letting you pull off his boxing gloves. You frowned when you saw he’d cut up his knuckles.

“Let’s clean this up,” you said when his breathing was more even. He followed you to the kitchen, his head low as you wiped down the cuts and dried it off. “I can’t imagine how hard this is. I can’t. But if you need to go and let your anger out, you will do it the right way. Tape up your hands next time, Ali.”

He nodded, glancing up through his eyelashes.

“What would you like for dinner?” you asked. He shrugged. “Pizza?”

“Uf,” you heard him say, both of you wide eyed. “Igaf!”

“You can talk!” you said. Dean did a fist pump and jumped up and down, his sneakers making the cement floor smack. “Sammy! I think the curse is broken!”

“Really? That’s awesome!” he shouted back, wandering into the kitchen after a moment. Dean was still making baby noises though and he was quickly frowning. “So it’s been about six months. Could have been a timing thing.”

“Yeah,” you said, staring at Dean.

“Ea,” he said, pouting. “Ea icese.”

“I have no idea what he’s trying to say,” said Sam.

“Dean,” you said.

“Ea,” said Dean, finding one of his white boards laying around.

I’m trying to say Dean Winchester. That’s all that comes out. It’s like my mouth doesn’t know how to make the sound.

“Y/N. This may sound strange but...I think I know what the witch did,” said Sam. “I read about it like, years ago.”

“Don’t keep us in suspense, Sam,” you said, Dean throwing up his hands.

“Infantiliccum curse. Six month initial period,” he said.

“Well what is it?”

“I think Dean is very lucky that witch only decided to mess with his voice,” said Sam. “It basically reverts whatever the witch chooses in the afflicted to become that like an infant. Babies can’t talk right? Dean couldn’t talk. The other sound thing might have been a side effect.”

“Yeah but he knows how to talk. Why-“

“Yeah, he does but this is the part Dean’s gonna be pissed about. There’s another six months before it fully wears off,” said Sam.

“Ic uns!” said Dean, his face scrunched up. “Fff mfh uc afh!”

“Pretty sure there was an f bomb in there somewhere,” you said. Dean nodded, glaring at Sam.

“Hey, I said fully reversed. Maybe now you can like, learn to talk again in the meantime,” said Sam. “Get some phrases back.”

Dean growled but he still smiled at being able to make sound.

“I think that’s a good idea. I’m sure you’ll pick it up fast.”

“I know this one’s hard,” you said about a week later, holding up a flash card.

“Owiop,” said Dean, opening his mouth wide. “Owiop. Uckin etter. I ate tat etter.”

“L’s are hard. Come on. Tongue up behind your teeth, narrow your cheeks in and drop your jaw. Lollipop.”

“Ollipop,” he said with a bit of a smile. “Oll...Lol...ipop. Loll...ipop. Lollipop. Uck it L’s. I ot tis now.”

“You want to take a break? We’ve been going all morning,” you said.

He just smiled and stared at you.

“I love you,” he said, no struggle this time.

“Been waiting a long time to hear that again,” you said, kissing him for a few long moments.

“Tank you,” he said. “Th...ank you.”

“Thank you for trying. We keep working it and you’ll be back to your old self in no time,” you said.

“Love you,” he said, kissing you again.

“I love you too, Dean. Even when you couldn’t say it, I knew baby. I always knew.”

#supernatural #spn #dean x reader #dean winchester #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean #winchester #dean spn #dean supernatural

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calqlate · 2 years

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very specific headcanons of the karasuno first years

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— hinata shouyou

showed up to practice with hairclips and hair ties in his hair in his third year. reason being, he was about to leave the house one day and natsu told him to sit down for five minutes so that she could tie his hair and he agreed. so, ever since that day, it's become a routine for him to ask his sister for help to tie his hair.

would also have spare hair ties on hand (yachi most probably loaned a few from him when she forgot her own hair tie)

the most obnoxious bubble tea drinker. he would get pearls in his drink so that he could have a competition with tanaka and noya to see who could spit their boba ball the fastest (daichi had to stop them).

would make the worst wingman alive. like his ideas of getting a girl to fall for you are all from those cheesy ass movies that probably won't work.

the kind to throw a dice to choose which option to shade in for the mcq questions in an exam

— kageyama tobio

definitely slept through an exam once because he genuinely gave up

probably did either tap dancing or ballroom dancing when he was younger and has never breathed a word about it to anyone because he heard someone back in elementary school say that "only sissy boys dance"

as the youngest in the team, his seniors definitely babied him. like if they went for team dinners and had to decide where they should eat, they would ask kageyama what he wanted to eat. but oftentimes he would just shrug and say "i'm good with anything" and then daichi makes the final decision LMAO

super well-versed in skincare and hair products because of miwa (at the mere age of 11, miwa had been drilling all sorts of products into his head the moment she stepped into cosmetology school) so he has a basic skincare routine. he definitely got teased once or twice about it by his teammates but they end up borrowing his products during training camps.

speaking of miwa, she definitely ranted to him about the stupid things her exes have done. sadly, he still has no clue as to how to not trigger women 💀

definitely has the healthiest sleep schedule among all of the first years. he probably sleeps by 10pm and he wakes up at 5am to go on morning jogs before going to school. the first years have a groupchat and they're always unable to reach kageyama after 10pm and he'll wake up to at least 300 messages involving a whole online game the rest of the first years played at 12 midnight.

super uncultured in regards to pop music. the only songs he knows are from miwa's playlist, and he catches snippets of those songs when he's passing by the bathroom and she's showering, or when she's having a karaoke session in her room. one time, the team went to karaoke and asked kageyama what song he knew, and he then said with a straight face, "bad romance by lady gaga."

— tsukishima kei

makes playlists for every single occasion that you can possibly think of. though, the ones he usually plays are his study playlist, r&b playlist, and "how to not murder your teammates" playlist.

secretly a harry potter nerd. like he bought all the books and the merch. he even has a pair of socks for each house. one time, he wore one pair to practice and tanaka and noya could not shut up about it, hence he never wore a single pair to practice ever again.

everyone knows this already, but he's a huge dinosaur nerd. he collects little dinosaur figurines, merch, and even a whole encyclopedia of them. up till he entered junior high, akiteru got him dinosaur-themed gifts every birthday.

owns a little medical kit (you know, the kiddy one), complete with a stethoscope and doctor's coat. when he was younger, he would pretend to be a doctor and akiteru would be his patient. akiteru had to hold back a laugh every time tsukishima said, "you've been a good boy. here, have a lollipop." because his little brother is so darn adorable.

the worst at making friends. before he met yamaguchi, he was pretty much a loner and didn't converse much with others, until yamaguchi just became his friend after the time tsukishima helped him out from the bullies. yamaguchi's the one who asks tsukishima to get lunch together and hang out after school, and tsukishima honestly doesn't mind not having any other friends than yamaguchi.

— yamaguchi tadashi

has just about everything on hand (ie band-aids, hand sanitiser, gummies, sunscreen, tissues) and he's the first years' life saver

reads lots of manga! specifically, shoujo manga. he has a whole collection back at home, and has a whole bookcase for it. the first time the other first years visited his house, they were shocked to see this, but yachi was super psyched about this and thus she and yamaguchi started bonding over them <3

an excellent baker! tsukishima is a sucker for his cookies and always comes over under the pretense of study dates but in actual fact, he comes over to eat his cookies. not that yamaguchi minds, though, he enjoys baking and sharing them with his friends.

collected plushies as a kid. action figures were the norm for other boys his age, but we all know that yamaguchi tadashi is not like other boys. he collected plushies mainly because he couldn't sleep at night (due to the trauma of bullying) and so his mom bought him one plushie, and he got hooked. he has an entire army of them and named them all. after graduating middle school, though, he kept most of them away in a huge plastic box save for that plushie his mom got for him (it's a little brown bear with a bowtie and fur that has definitely seen better days, and its name is hiro).

— yachi hitoka

writes really aesthetic and pretty notes (yk those that you see on pinterest)! she colour codes them too, and she owns a variety of pens, highlighters, and the lot to do just that.

speaking of her insane stationery collection, she's also drawn to those with fruit smells and specifically buys those for special use, like writing cards and stuff. and she also buys lots of washi tape with the cute prints on it to decorate her cards.

back onto the topic of her notes, she writes really fast and neatly! like the teacher could be rapping some longass answer without writing it out and she's copying it down, word for word (well, to be fair, she uses some abbreviations here and there) and not missing a single lexicon. we stan!

always carries a stick of lip balm around and is happy to lend it to anyone who asks

deathly afraid of playing any sort of video games, including otome games. she's scared of picking the wrong options that lead to the bad endings, so she searches for tips, tutorials, walkthroughs, and gameplays before attempting to play. (bonus: she screamed in pure terror upon getting jumin han's bad story ending 2)

#💫—qq writes #writeblr #writing #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu #hinata #kageyama #tsukishima #yamaguchi #yachi

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creamwh0re · 3 years

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Chota x reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Oral(giving), fingering,squirting,hella fluff,

Au: Real world<3

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As you and the trio were hanging out together having a normal friends night, you head to the arcade stepping inside you and Arisu are already buying tokens, before parting ways chota following behind you slowly, Making your way to a two player car game Chota sitting down and you sitting next to you starting up the game you two begin racing.

Bumping into Chota in the game knocking him behind you, hearing his soft giggle leave his lips makes your heart flutter before your back focusing on the game someone almost makes you crash cursing under your breathe you make it in 5th place while Chota was in 14th, he speaks “Games aren’t really thing,you know” you nod and head over to other section, inserting tokens before grabbing a ball and throwing it into the hole it lands in 30 section making you happy, You continue throwing until your out your tickets dispensing.

Chota on the other hand had a harder time you grab his waist positions his body in angle helping him a better throw his face heats up you look up him smiling his heart begin racing, “Alright, I’m gonna do a countdown when I say throw you it” he nods. “1,2,3 THROW!” he throws the ball it lands in the middle letting go of him, he picks up another ball throwing it landing in the lower one.

The tickets dispenser out before he grabs them, not making a lot of eye contact at you but it’s his own way of appreciation, you see Arisu already buying something with his tickets having handfuls of them they boy knows how to game.

You and Chota head to ticket counter, inserting your tickets inside the machine watching it count the tickets before grabbing the receipt and making it through the crowd with line to the counter. “Do you wanna go out eat before we head home” he looks up at you “yeah I’d like that” finally making it to counter you put your tickets together and buy a plushie meeting Arisu and Karube outside. Looking at your phone it’s 7;10PM “Do you guys wanna come with me and Chota out to dinner” Arisu speaks up “I’m gonna head home” you nod before looking at Karube he also declined they both leave.

You and chota making your way to a Small cafe, walking inside to the lady at stand having her lead you to a area seating you and Chota placing down the menus and asking what we wanted to drink, “I’ll take a water” you say Chota gets some kind of sparkly pop drink.

You and Chota have small talk, talking about how each other hobbies and stuff, your two are so in the moment you don’t notice the waitress, she speaks up “Welcome to ______ what can I get you today?” Looking at awkwardly you order a sandwich and chota he didn’t anything declining food saying he just wanted to talk to me.

The moment feels amazing Chota in your presence talking to you it feels so romantic, you’ve always imagined it, you wanted to kiss him that’d make you super happy you were pulled out of your thought when lady put your food down with your drinks.

Picking up your drink putting you straw in your drink taking a few sips before clearing your throat “I know your probably ready to go home but can stop at that candy store before heading back” he chuckles before agreeing, you two chat and while you eat before your plate is enough, asking for the check and standing up.

Chota opens the door for you walking out you and chota walking down the path till you stop in front of the candy store, walking inside you two split ways making your way to lollipop section you grab handfuls of candy, heading up to counter and paying for it grabbing the bags and standing near the door. Chota meets you by the door walking out and walking to house would be a pain back you and chota walked through the city until you made it to his house, he unlocks the door opening it and walking inside you following behind him closing the door and locking both the locks.

Making your way into his plopping onto his bed and opening the bag of candy you take a lollipop out the bag pulling the wrapper off and putting the lollipop in your mouth sucking on it, Chota blushes at the display in front of him his long loved crush doing such a innocent but lewd thing.

You smile at him pulling the lollipop out your mouth with a pop sound and looking straight at him he realized he was staring to long and looked away, standing up infront him you caress his cheek getting closer to him, he sets his hands on your waist the closer you get your lips almost touching.

“I love you Chota ever since we were kids” you say in happy sota sad tone he freezes before gulping and trying to enough his shyness “I love you too” his words made you happy you kiss him something you’ve wanted to do ever since you first developed a crush on him. His mouth tastes like strawberry drink he hade back at the cafe the kiss is sorta sloppy but affectionate, taking the lollipop you had and putting it in his mouth he looks at you widen eyed at the action, slowly dropping to your knees he looks down at you.

Unzipping his pants rubbing his cock through his boxers teasing him he jolts at the action running your finger up and down it before you feel hardened, smirking you pull it out of his boxers, giving a cat lip to the tip, sucking on it.

He moans out the sweets sounds leaving his mouth go straight to your core making you feel like you’ve accomplished something, you put his cock in your mouth bobbing your head at a rather medium/ fast motion, moans continue leaving his lips as you pleasure him.

His cock hits the back of your throat making you gag he lets out a loud moan feeling the tight space you continue bobbing your head more, hollowing your cheeks saliva and tears could be seen as he leans his head back small curses and praises leave his lips, “G-Good girl” the praises make you happy continuing but moving faster.

He grips your hair trying not to be rough face fucking you roughly, biting down on the lollipop so hard he breaks it.Cumming into your mouth the warm substance invades your mouth some of it dripping out the sides of your mouth, he lets you go looking at you before guilt washes over him.. “A—Are you okay??!” he says patting your head, you swallow the substance looking back up at with him your signature warm smile.

Letting out a sigh of relief you hop on the bed “do you think you can get me off” he nods you pull off your shorts tossing them on the side of bed, taking your parties off as well he looks at you clueless before you grab his hand guiding it up and down your pussy from your clit to your ass, “rub right here” putting his hand on your he rubs it making small circle motions in the process moans leave your mouth, grinding your pussy against his hand.

You try something different guiding one of his fingers into your soaking wet pussy, he moves it around inside rubbing your clit a little bit “S-See your getting the hang of it” he continues his motions, fingering your pussy and rubbing your clit speeding up every couple minutes or so.

He plunges another finger inside you rubbing and fingering you in a faster pace he curls his fingers, letting out a loud moan he keeps moving his fingers in that exact spot abusing it over and over, you feel something approaching you but it feels different from an orgasm your eyes half lidded as your mind is foggy.

“Your so beautiful like this“ he mumbles driving you over the edge the substance leaves your pussy squirting out everywhere soaking his fingers and his sheets, you pant your body getting out as you fall flat on his bed, he leaves disappearing into the bathroom he comes out with a wet wash cloth rubbing your area off.

He helps you up as he takes the sheets off his bed going to fetch around sheet for you to, you watch him put the sheet on the bed before you and him are in bed cuddling and mumbling sweet words to each other.

Note:I’m going to start crying I wrote this while eating a bowl of candy lmao

#chota x reader #chota segawa #alice in boderland x reader #alice in borderland #oneshot #oneshots

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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As much as I fucking loveeeee ✨Daddy✨ Greg, I feel like a ✨dom! Lucy✨ 🌶Spicy Sunday🌶 post would be so very iconic 🤠💅🥰🥳🥵👀

*clears throat*

I bet you thought I'd forgotten about this.

Oh no No. Molly never forgets a Ho (Hos are posts not people)

Gregory Bridgerton had no idea the switch that flipped when he was around Lucy Abernathy. Everything seemed to spiral out of control for him, spinning down in a dangerous spiral. Ironic really, because No one had things under tighter control than Lucy Abernathy.

She seemed to thrive on it. Everything about her screamed meticulous. Her eyebrows were perfectly shaped, her nails perfectly manicured, her shoes matched her handbag which matched her skirt, which matched her blouse. Gregory had looked up one day and frowned at the deep purple lipstick she had on and then at her shoes, Red.

"You don't match!" He'd said delightedly, smirking at her, something settling deep in his stomach as she raised her eyebrow a little imperiously, letting her lips brush his ear as she leaned towards him.

"Oh I think when you take me home tonight, Daddy, you'll find out that I actually do match."

Gregory's hips had bucked towards her at her words, and Lucy had given him a breathy chuckle walking back towards her desk outside Kate's office.

"Hey, Kate!" Gregory had called out ten minutes later, as long as he could stand Lucy staring at him eating a lollipop. "Lucy's feeling a little unwell so I'm going to take her home."

Kate had looked up from her desk, an eyebrow raised, seeing right through him. "Oh I'm sure she's unwell."

And when they'd burst through the door of Lucy's house in Chelsea and he'd eagerly ripped at her skirt and he'd seen the same colour purple tight across his skin he hadn't been able stop himself from groaning.

"Fuck I love you." As he bent her over the side table.

And the fact that He was the person that made her lose control, made him feel more than a little smug. He'd never really seen himself as a very dominant personality but the switch and flipped the very first time she'd underdressed herself for him he'd felt a possessive streak a mile wide.

But sometimes all he wanted was to be at the mercy of her rigid meticulousness. To hear her disapproving voice hot in his ear, the very thought of it had him adjusting the front of his trousers when he heard her clipped tone on the phone across the office.

Luckily for him, Lucy seemed to know exactly when he needed it. When her eye would catch his across the office while she handled some disagreement or another, and his eyes burn into hers. Her eyebrow would raise, a smirk on her lips, and he would know that they were playing a game now.

Would know that when she would walk into the kitchen, Gregory would follow her like a little puppy. Would know that when his hands went out to rest on her waist, fingers dipping into the waistband of her skirt, she would stop them just before they did, like an extra sense.

"No, Gregory. No touching. You know the rules. Not until I say so."

And he would whine even though they'd just begun the game, "Luce, please."

And her tongue would click as she turned back around, mug of tea in hand, eyebrow still raised. "You can touch Gregory, when you've shown me that you can be a good boy. Do you think you can be?"

He'd always nod, swallowing convulsively, "I can be."

Another wicked smirk, "We'll see."

It had gone just like that today and all afternoon Gregory had sat stock still at his desk, staring at Lucy across the room, every movement catalogued, until she stood from her desk heels clicking towards him.

"Gregory, it's time to go."

He stood from his desk immediately, ready to follow.

Lucy had smiled, "Babe, I know you're excited, but you probably still need to collect your things."

He'd barely had it in him to flush as he grabbed his satchel, then Lucy's hand and tried to drag her from the building, but Lucy had other ideas, letting him intwine their fingers but walked slowly through the room, stopping to chat to several people, meandering by the lifts and christ he was desperate.

Desperate as he sat in the passenger seat of her car, his hands folded in his lap, though he was aching to inch his fingers up under her skirt, and watch her squirm. But that wasn't the game today.

He waited in their entrance hall, following behind Lucy's every step, closely waiting for instruction. Lucy sighed as she finished hanging her coat in the closet, turning towards him.

"I should make you wait until after dinner."

Gregory's felt his muscles coil tighter, God please no.

"But I think you've been a very good boy this afternoon."

Gregory felt himself relax, his shoulders slumping as Lucy took his hand again, tugging him upstairs to their bedroom. Lucys fingers tugging at his tie, releasing it from his collar.

"I don't think you deserve to touch yet though."

Gregory whined "Lucy, Please."

"No Gregory. I'm in charge today. Take off your clothes."

Gregory did it immediately, standing in his Star Wars boxers embarrassingly quickly, Lucy's lips twitching as she saw them, fighting a smile, his tie wrapped around her fingers.

Gregory let himself be pushed against the bed, his head knocking against the headboard. Lucy's hands wrapping his tie tightly around his wrists, binding them to the headboard, his heart pounding, his hips already bucking towards her.

Her fingers tugging at the buttons of her blouse now slowly revealing the red lace of her lingerie, the same he'd watched her put on this morning his voice hot in her ear I'm going to fuck you stupid tonight and even then she'd chuckled Oh We'll see.

Her skirt pooling on the floor, and she made no effort to remove her stockings, her ridiculously high heels still in place.

"This is how you like it, isn't it?"

Her commanding voice shooting straight through him.

"Answer me Gregory. Do you like this?"

"Yes. God Yes, Please Lucy, please." It was wrenched from his chest, and as soon as he said it she climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap, his hands itching to touch the miles of smooth skin stretching out before him. Her hip starting to grind slowly against his thigh.

Her lips on his collarbone, teeth nipping along, tongue soothing afterwards.

"Lucy, I've waited all day." his voice crackled, grinding out his jaw tight.

And lucy sighed, "You're not being very patient, but I suppose I can forgive you."

And suddenly his boxers were lost, Lucy's underwear disappearing, and she was moving firmly against him, relentlessly, no build up, his breath leaving him in a harsh gasp, Lucy's beautiful face crumpled with concentration, her hands braced on his legs behind her to hold her balance as she gasped and moaned, moving powerfully above him. And Gregory had to fight not to finish almost immediately. Tension thickening the air around them, as they climbed higher and higher.

Lucy, Babe, It's so good, Fuck Fuck Fuck

Greg holy fuck. You're so good baby, what a good boy.

Echoing through the air, the sound of gasps and moans, sharp cries cutting through the air, and Gregory couldn't hold on any longer, heat tugging at his stomach pulling him over the edge with a sharp shout just as Lucy let out a cry of her own, shuddering against him, falling back against his legs as they fought for breath.

"Jesus." Gregory felt himself say, his shoulders aching a little from pulling against his restraints.

After several long seconds, Lucy sat up, her soft smile back as their lips finally touched, soft and warm, and his heart honestly felt fit to burst.

"Shit let me." She gestured to his hands. But he shook his head despite everything.

"Not until you sit on my face."

"where the fuck did you come from Gregory Bridgerton?" Was the last thing Lucy said before her moans broke through the room again, and Gregory burned with pride.

#bridgerton and sons au #gregory x lucy #gregory bridgerton #lucy abernathy #spicy sunday🌶#molly's asks and answers

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hongjoongtrasher · 3 years

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the beauty and the beast (chapter 1)

word count: 2k461

angst

series masterlist

Synopsis:

When you move to a new city due to your father's job, you don't expect to stay for a long and so decided not to get attached to the world around you.

But still, you are "the new girl", unwillingly attracting people's attention because of your family's background. Your strict father expects a lot from you, not to say perfection. And when you are sit next to a certain Jung Yunho, you didn't expect your life to take a radical turn

You don’t even remember when you stayed more than a year in the same city. It probably started around the age of 3, when your father got his promotion he wanted for so long. That’s how your family used to move every year, or even shorter than this. You don’t remember having a childhood friend, and worst, have you ever had friends ?

The unfamiliar view of the busy city at your window made you remember that once again, you had to unpack the few items you owned. You quickly discovered it was more a burden to drag along unnecessary things that would later be a pain in the ass to unpack and pack forever. Only school books, clothes and some other accessories were keeping you company in this new room. So impersonal, cold. But it would stay this way, since you knew you’d probably move on again in few months. While tidying your room, you heard a knock on your door, making you look at it to see your father.

« Y/N ? Can we talk for a bit ? » he asked, a poker face on.

« Yes father. »

Father. From the moment you could speak, he always told you to call him father. No dad, or affectionate pet names. It was just showing the gap that have been created so far between you both. Your mom ? You don’t even remember her face. You learnt from your grand-mother a long time ago that your parents got divorced when you were just a newborn. The reasons to this separation are staying difficult to know, but your father never talked about her in your presence. You always thought that somehow she didn’t want you, that was probably the best reason you could thought due to the lack of her tries to contact you for 17 years. So instead of a mom, you grew up with a nanny who was still living with you and your father. She was a sweet and caring person, always making sure you weren’t lacking anything. You owed her a lot, knowing she was the one who was basically raising you up, of course with the directions of your father.

You soon arrived in the large living room, as impersonal as the rest of the luxurious apartment your father got from his work. It was neutral as possible, but still anybody could notice the taste for luxury he acquired with the time. Trophies, some modern canvas you couldn’t even interpret, a large TV with home cinema etc. Your father was sitting in his black leather armchair, in his usual white shirt and black suit. And you just sat down on the white sofa, waiting patiently for him to start.

« I got you a place in a school from a friend of mine. » he began, and you felt your body being rigid.

Studies were his obsession when it comes to you. You always had to be first, having the best grades, the best in every field you could reach. That was probably also the main reason of why you never got close friends. Because you were « Miss Perfect Brain » and the only child from a wealthy family, most of people thought you were just like one of those entitled kids who would think they are the one ruling in this world. But you were not. Actually, you never wanted any of those thing. How many times you wanted to go to clubs after class ? Just hanging out with kids from your age, sharing hobbies etc…But you never could because your father would always send you to study classes after your school schedules.

« The school ranking is pretty good, so I think you are able to reach 1st place right ? » he continued, his cold glare piercing your body, making you tighten your fists on your knees.

It would be a disaster for you to be 2nd. Actually not really for you, but for your father. With him, it was first or nothing, and nothing would results as punishment for you. Even since elementary school, he would force you to copy the mistakes you’d done until 2 in the morning, « to make you remember not to do the same mistakes again ». Sometimes depriving you from eating until you would perfectly recite the lesson. As a child, you had spent nights crying in your pillow, hating your father for being so mean to you, and today, you just gave up. As long as you were doing as told, everything would be fine, right ?

You nodded as an answer, finding the courage to finally look at his strict face.

« Y/N, this year is going to be a decisional one for you. After graduation, you’ll go to Korea University and study international business. Don’t deceive me » he announced, making you gulp at the end of his sentence.

Of course it wasn’t what you wanted. But what did you want in the first place ? You didn’t know. You couldn’t find any perspectives for yourself. And of course, you didn’t have a word to say.

« Yes Father… »

And without adding any words, he stood up and left for his office, leaving you alone in the living room. You wanted to cry, to yell how unfair it was for letting someone decide for yourself. You throat was dry and your fists were trembling from madness until you felt a comforting hand on your shoulder. It was Sookja, your nanny and the housekeeper. She probably heard the whole conversation, and was knowing perfectly how you felt at this moment.

« This is so unfair… » you mumbled into your breath, trying to hold back your tears of pure rage.

« I know sweetie… » the old woman sighed. « Maybe he will let you do what you want later » she tried to soften your mood, but it was already ruined.

You sighed and stood up, just shrugging to join your bedroom again, head dipping first into your pillow. You didn’t feel like unpacking, so you just stayed in your bed, until your nanny came to inform you dinner was ready. As usual, you were eating alone. Your father never ate with you, because of his schedules. How funny it was to see that even on your birthday he would be absent, justifying himself to be busy but that he would « make it up for the next year ». Weariness eventually took over sadness. This was your daily life, and you didn’t expect it to change now…Unless.

It was your first day at your new high school. You were so nervous that you had barely eaten on the morning. You were apprehending people. Of course you were used to see new faces all the time, but this time was different. You were arriving in the middle of the first semester in a school where everyone from your prom was knowing each other’s, and to crowned everything, your father was accompanying you this morning to greet his friend, the principal for this year. The more the black Audi was entering the school yard, the more you wanted to become a mouse. You hated so much those looks of curiosity, or full of judgment. Your father intimated you to get off the car, which you did, looking at the floor while the Principal was waiting at the main entrance. You didn’t hear the following conversation, your heart beating too fast and in your ear. Some students stopped to watch the scene, and some of them at the windows were taking pictures. How embarrassing. Little did you know a group of boys were also watching from the first floor.

« Heh, is this the new girl everyone’s talking about ? » hummed a blonde boy, his chin in the palm of his hand while he was leaning on the window sill.

« Seems like it » answered a tall boy, a lollipop in his mouth. « Dude, she looks hot »

« Mingi, you even haven’t seen her face yet » groaned the little blonde again.

Mingi shrugged and said. « Hongjoong, she’s rich, so she’s hot »

« You’re an idiot » sighed the said Hongjoong, rolling his eyes in exasperation. « What d'you think Yunho ? »

Yunho stayed silent during the whole conversation, hands in his pockets as he was watching the scenery before scoffing. « She’s just a little rich bitch » he mumbled before turning from this, going to his classroom.

You had to stay at the professor’s room, so that the Principal could introduce you to your homeroom teacher. Strangely enough, all the teachers seemed too nice. Of course they were. The shadow of your father must be planning around. « Let’s go introducing you to your new comrade » said your teacher enthusiastically which made you forced a smile. You silently followed him to the door where he made a sign for you to wait. Your heart was about to explode, as you could hear the sounds for chairs and people chatting in the classroom. You didn’t know how much you waited in this hallway, but your teacher appeared again, calling your name. You jumped a little, not expecting this time to come…so quickly. Gulping again, you slowly passed the door to present you in front of everyone, your eyes scanning the room. « Can you please introduce you ? » Asked your teacher, everyone’s waiting to hear the sound of your voice for the first time. You really wanted to run away and never come back, but you couldn’t. Your father would definitely kill you.

« H-hi, my name is Y/N, nice to meet you » you said, quite unsure of yourself.

Some kids applauded, which made you blush from embarrassment.

« Alright, Y/N you can go sit next to Yunho there » said your teacher, pointing at the front row at the very left of the room, not to say the corner.

Your eyes landed for the first time on the boy called Yunho. His black wavy hair were hiding his forehead and also his eyes, but you could definitely feel he was glaring at you. Not staring, but glaring as if you did something wrong. But what could you have done wrong ? Was sitting next to him a crime ? You awkwardly sat down next to him, feeling the cold tension radiating from the silent boy next to you. At some point, you really felt uncomfortable, to the point you didn’t dare looking at him a single time. You tried your best to focus on the class, nervously holding your pen. Surprisingly, the first two hours of class went by fast, but you still haven’t talked with Yunho, and he seemed not trying to neither. When the bell ranged, announcing the first break of the day, you gathered your things before you heard his deep voice for the first time.

« Move. » he ordered in an annoyed tone, his tall figure dominating your frail one.

Your heart stopped beating for a second, suddenly scared. He seemed mad at you for God knew which reason, but you quickly moved to let him pass, looking at your feet while you could hear a « Tsch… » from him.

What the hell was happening ? Why this boy was hating you from the start ? You took your phone and went to the girls toilet, to regain composure, but still, you felt a dark aura from him. While you were thinking about this, you heard girls gossiping outside the cabinet you were occupying.

« Did you see that ? She is next to Yunho ! »

« The poor girl, I bet she won’t stay next to him for a long time » said another girl, in a mocking way.

« She doesn’t know he’s a total douchebag tho. »

« Hey ! He’s still hot. But yeah, a douchebag »

And they laughed before exiting the place. What does this mean ? You began to get really worried about this Yunho. He seemed to be a bad guy, but was he really ? You inhaled deeply again before going back to your classroom, expecting to see Yunho again, but he wasn’t here anymore.

Class started again, and you couldn’t help but wonder where Yunho went and why he left. Your new Korean literature teacher didn’t seem surprised when doing roll call. « Ditching classes again huh ? » he mumbled before going on.

At lunch time, you searched for a place to eat alone. You didn’t feel like going to the cafeteria or stayed in class to eat, so you went to the rooftop, surprisingly empty. You expected to see at least one or two people…But anyway, it was better for you. Leaning against the wall of the staircase, you took out the lunch box Sookja made for you with your favorite food inside as a good luck charm for your first day. It slightly made you smile and brought you some comfort. You didn’t want to think to anything, just having some peace until you heard loud laughs from the stairs, making you panicking and quickly packed your lunch to see a group of boys who seemed as surprised as you to find you here.

« Oh, isn’t the « New girl » ? » smirked the small blonde guy.

You quickly looked away, mumbling a « sorry » before trying to pass over them, but an arm blocked your route.

« Hey, you could at least say hi when someone’s talking to you » groaned the tallest from the pack.

You felt intimidated. You just wanted to leave, without creating any problems. You looked up at the tall guy, scared about what he was about to do next until you noticed wavy black hair. Yunho was here also, and he didn’t seem to pay attention.

« I-I’m sorry, I just want to go p-please » you said weakly, the panic gaining your body each second passing by.

« Tss, is that how rich bitch like you are behaving huh ? »

This was escalating quickly. You were too scared to do anything, when you saw the tall guy’s hand reaching out for you too rapidly, making you flinch.

« Mingi. Stop. »

It was Yunho’s voice. As you shut your eyes tight, you slowly opened them to see an annoyed Mingi, rubbing his nape in frustration while the blonde guy was shocked. Yunho looked at his friends.

« Hongjoong, let’s go somewhere else » he added to the blonde guy.

Hongjoong nodded and slighlty pushed Mingi away to the stairs, only Yunho staying still, his dark orbs fixed on you in silence.

« Hey, I really hate people like you, but I didn’t want Mingi to do something bad, so you better go now. » he warned, giving you a cold shiver in your back.

Why was this always like this ? No matter where you go, people always hate you, or fake to be friendly to you because of your status. You felt tears filling your eyes, but you with the few pride left in you, you left Yunho alone on this rooftop, running away from him until next class. You were certain of a thing, Yunho hated you and you're far to know he'd soon take advantage of you.

chapter 2 coming soon ! please let me know what you think about this first chapter <3

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#ateez angst #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic #yunho imagines #yunho fanfic #yunho angst #yunho series #ateez series #yunho fluff

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sweeethinny · 3 years

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Home (M)

Summary: Home is anywhere you are

AN: I just finished a story that I've been trying to finish for over two months

it's been a long time since the last time I wrote Smut, and I was very embarrassed to post it, but today I translated and edited it, and here it is :) no plot, just fluff and smut

AO3 or read bellow the cut

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Harry was exhausted. He couldn't take any more training, listening to any complaints from Robards, let alone having to deal with co-workers.

When he joined the Aurors, no one said that everything would be so full of paperwork and bureaucracy to sort out, and that there would always be someone to test how far you went without freaking out. Harry felt almost cheated.

Sometimes, fighting Voldemort was less stressful than having to deal with the Auror Department bureaucracy that seemed to go on and on.

He thought all day about the time he was going to go home, from the moment he had to leave the bed warm and comfortable next to Ginny who slept what seemed like the best sleep of life. He thought about going home when Robards yelled at him, when he had to read ten pages of a Law just to come to the conclusion that the document was wrong, thought when he missed lunch and had to make do with pumpkin juice that Hermione had forgotten in his office, and thought about leaving when he received a letter from Ginny informing him that she would be arriving a little later.

He could plan something romantic for them, he could have made that fish stuffed with farofa that she likes so much, bought her favorite wine ... But no. Harry was stuck in the same office where Robards and Theo decided to fight and take out the anger on all the younger ones.

Harry snorted impatiently in the waiting line at Flu, completely ignoring politeness and ignoring anyone who wanted to talk to him, just wanting to get to his home, where there would be no angry boss, exhausting training and paperwork. Where there would be his girlfriend, silence and his bed for the next 3 days.

Training today hadn't even been the worst part, if it was true. Of course, Theo made them sweat a lot more than usual, and Harry even thought he would end up dying in the middle, but it was better to keep quiet and feel the pain in the muscles later than to complain and need to listen to Theo talking for hours and hours on how to train was important.

Harry just wanted to go home.

Ginny was so beautiful sleeping in his T-shirt, her hair all messed up and her cheeks red, mumbling a few words when he kissed her and said goodbye to go to work. He felt stuck with that image all day, meditating that he would have 2 days of it on the weekend, waking up next to his girlfriend and wasting hours just lying with her, completely ignoring the outside world, without caring about responsibilities or with eating. Harry would live happily with just Ginny in his arms, and that was what made him sane.

At the end of the day she would be there, with him, making him laugh at some thing that happened in the Harpy's locker rooms, and commenting on how much better he looks with his beard.

Harry hoped that Ginny didn't want to do something that involved leaving the house, honestly, Harry barely wanted to have to wear pants this weekend, let alone see other people. But as far as he knew the woman he lived with, Ginny was just as exhausted as he was, and was probably lying to keep them from going to some fancy and boring party, or some meeting of colleagues at the bar.

When he was finally able to use the Flu, Harry heard his name being called from afar by the Minister of Sport, accompanied by something that sounded like ''Mr Potter, we have great news.'' which made him hurry even further to travel to home security, because nothing would be good news from the guy who was in the Aurors' office all day complaining about drug use in the locker rooms - even after they went over three times the "clues" that Joe insisted he had.

The man more than quickly entered the Flu, throwing the dust and going to home right after, seeing nothing more than a blur of Joe and his frog face, falling safely in his own fireplace, seeing the decoration of the apartment that he and Ginny had chosen together.

‘Home sweet home.’ He said to himself, wiping the soot from his shoulders and taking off his cloak and shoes, ready to take a bath and prepare to make dinner. Harry knew that Ginny would still be late, the clock still indicated that she was at work, which gave him some time to think of some food that would be quick and easy.

But just from being at home, Harry was already happier.

Going up the stairs wearing only his underwear - he levitated the filthy clothes for the laundry - he started to prepare the bath.

He started doing that for Ginny, after training and with pain in her arms, he always prepared a good bath for her and gave her a massage, but then, he started to feel a lot of pain and tiredness, and started to benefit from the various salts and soaps that they contained. It was always very relaxing to lie there in the hot water covered by the bubbles and the feeling of peace that reached him, relaxing even the most tense of muscles.

The bathtub was not always used to relax, now and then Ginny and he would warm the weather there, intertwined, after drinking a little wine and talking a little about each other's day. Ginny would climb onto Harry's lap and kiss him until none had more breath, kissing him provocatively as he squeezed her waist, ass and breasts, traveling his hand to all her curves, delighting in the strong body she came from acquiring on account of training.

When his tired foot touched the warm water, Harry almost groaned in satisfaction, entering the water even before the bath was completely filled, the salts all mixed together to form bubbles and scent the bathroom. His shoulder blades hurt, as did his biceps, triceps and abdomen, thinking how much repetition they had to do in strength and endurance training, and how his palms had become callused from hanging on the iron bar

Ginny always said that she loved watching Harry train. They trained together a few mornings at the gym on the corner where they lived, and every time Harry lifted weights, Ginny stopped doing whatever she was doing to watch him for a few minutes - and he always tried hard to look attractive, even though he was feeling like he was going to die.

He also loved watching her train. Ginny was almost as strong as Harry, and watching her lift weights and do squats was one of his pleasures, always ready to help her straighten her spine and get a privileged view of her ass.

‘You are a bastard,’ she would say, as they walked back to their home. ‘I saw how you looked at me.’

‘Ginny, of course I looked.’ Harry would respond, sweating like never before, wanting to miss work just to enjoy his free time with his girlfriend. ‘Seeing you lifting weights is the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.’

‘One day I’ll end up getting stronger than you, if you just keep looking at me and don’t train as you should.’ She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, opening the front door of the apartment and taking off the hood of the sweatshirt she wore.

‘And I’ll come in my pants.’ He would slap her ass and smile, ready for a shower and a quickie with her, before he had to face the paperwork that was waiting for him at work.

The Harry of now, immersed up to his neck in the bathtub with hot, fragrant water, sighed, smiling at the memories, thinking how it was possible for someone to love as much as someone as he loved Ginny. He just wanted her to get home soon so they could get lost in the hours and rest together.

Thinking about it, Harry also remembered the diamond ring he saw at the jewelry store near the Ministry, shining in the window as if it were the most expensive jewel - it wasn't, but the most expensive was too ugly - and making him wonder how it would fit perfectly on Ginny's long, thin fingers. Was it the right time to do it? And did it have the right time for that? Harry didn't know, but he thought that if there was, they might be close.

[...]

'Starting without me?' A voice woke him from the sleep that was already taking him, making him open his eyes and see a smiling Ginny with her arms crossed leaning on the door, barefoot, with the tank top she used to train in and her shorts black, looking, as always, beautiful. ‘I thought you were going to wait for me.’ She said, starting to undress.

‘I thought it would take longer.’ Harry splashed water on his face, trying to wake up and go back to Earth, not even remembering how he managed to sleep in such an uncomfortable position. 'Hi.'

‘Hello.’ Ginny smiled, stepping into the bathtub and already going to his lap, laying her warm and slightly sweaty body on top of Harry’s, who was much more rested than he was minutes ago. ‘It took me a while, but I think you dozed off while you waited for me.’

‘Sorry, it was a rough day.’ He wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping them close enough for him to feel every bit of her, looking into the brown eyes he liked so much, feeling a lot more awake now. 'I missed you.'

'Me too,' Ginny kissed him, seeming to taste him as if it were one of the lollipops she usually kept in her mouth, playing with his tongue and making a point of brushing her naked body with Harry's, which was beginning to show signs. ‘I thought all day about what we were going to do for our weekend’’ She rocked her hips on top of his, delightfully making him feel her on his dick.

'What was the conclusion?' Harry grabbed her hair with his free hand and pulled back, forcing Ginny to let go of his mouth and let him stroll around her delicious neck, traveling through that sea of freckles and reddish skin that made Harry delirious. The smell, the softness, her reaction, everything was the meaning of perfection in his eyes.

The sound of her moaning as she leaned back, raising her pink breasts from the hot water and brushing their pelvis even closer together, made Harry squeeze his hand on her hip and bend his toes to avoid lifting his hip and succumb to her teasing.

‘I thought we would enjoy it a little, after so many days that we barely managed to spend more than ten minutes together.’ Her red nails marked the skin on Harry's shoulder when he kissed that exact spot that Ginny liked, just below the ear, smiling when he heard her almost purring on his lap, moving her hips back and forth without even seeming to feel.

Harry needed a lot of strength to keep his stil, knowing that he would not be able to resist much temptation after he felt her fully under his member.

‘It really has been a bad day.’ He released his hand from her soft hair, feeling her shiver where he was passing, reaching his hand to her breasts and lowering his mouth to one of them, feeling drunk by the perfume that Ginny exhaled. Harry would never know how to punctuate the exact smell, but it was a mixture of flowers, something sweet and Ginny, which didn't make much sense, but it was what Harry felt. That had been the smell of his Amortentia for years now.

Her thighs tensed next to Harry's hip when he started kissing her nipples, and it seemed like it wasn't that important anymore to talk about the weekend's plans or how they hadn't had much time, not when Ginny she started pulling his hair and arching under him as she always did when she started to get excited.

Using all his willpower, Harry let go of her breasts and pinned her even more in his lap, groaning at the sensation of being completely touching, then rising from the bathtub. Ginny's scream of fright made him laugh, her arms wrapping around his neck to keep her balance and her beautiful brown eyes even darker, staring at him.

‘Someone trained well today.’ She smiled, not even caring about the trail of water left behind, the pink body of the hot water getting goosebumps with the temperature, and Harry almost dropped them when he saw her nipples reacting too.

‘Theo made us sweat today.’

‘Now I understand why the bathtub.’ Harry nodded, taking the wand just enough to dry them superficially before dropping that tantalizingly beautiful redhead in the middle of their bed.

It was like facing one of those works of art about Aphrodite that they had seen in the Muggle Museum they visited; the red hair, the dark eyes shining with excitement, the naughty smile he loved so much, that sculptural body that literally put Harry on his knees on the floor, all naked on the bed. But Aphrodite wouldn't be able to be as beautiful as Ginny was.

At that moment, Harry thought it was a good time to propose.

He did not imagine himself seeing anyone there but her, he did not imagine himself waking up or going to sleep with someone else, and besides, he did not want anyone else. It was she, and only she, that Harry wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Seeing her wear white, imagining their children in the future, thinking about what their house would be like, family vacations, everything... It had always been, and always would be, with her.

‘Never seen a naked woman before, Potter?’ She joked, poking him in the waist with her foot, looking even more tempting that way. The silky leg stretched out and invited him to come even closer.

‘All I thought about today was you naked.’ He smiled, grabbing her foot and bending down to kiss all the way he reached; her foot, her ankle, her calf, everything he was capable of kissing, Harry kissed, numb with pleasure. ‘I couldn’t help thinking about coming home just to see you.’

'This is very romantic.' Ginny pulled him so that he lay on her, then immediately turned them over and stood on top, in one of the positions that the two liked the most. ‘I really like when you’re romantic.’ She ran a hand through her red hair and naturally, pinned it in a bun, her eyes dark with pleasure. ‘I also thought about you during the day.’

'Yes? What was I doing in your thoughts?' His hands almost automatically went to her hips, trying hard to keep his eyes on hers, but the middle of her legs was getting closer and closer and Harry didn't have much control over himself in those moments.

‘Oh, a lot, we would waste a lot of time just for me to list everything, and we don't want that, right?’ Ginny would come closer and he could do what he loved to do so much. ‘My eyes are up here.’

‘I know,’ Harry shifted on the bed, a little uncomfortable with the erection that hurt between his legs. ‘Let me make some of your fantasies come true, then.’ He squeezed his hands again on her hips, pulling her into his face, ready to take on that position he liked so much. Fortunately, Ginny was willing.

Harry was happy that he had been doing it for some time to know exactly how to do it and how to make her squirm in that specific way, which he always thought he was away from her for a few days.

It was almost like a drug, he felt a little sick when he or Ginny traveled and needed to stay away from each other, because it was always something that left him looking forward to having her in his arms again. Not only sexually, Harry obviously also missed the simple moments, like lying on the couch and talking to her while they drink good wine, or watching a muggle movie, knowing that she will sleep in less than half an hour, hugging him like a sloth on the tree trunk.

Harry loved her with all his heart.

The first moan filled him with joy, needing to use his free hand to try to relieve the pressure he already felt, dedicating himself to getting her lost in emotions, as Ginny always did with him.

All the stress of the day felt like nothing now, nothing being more important than Ginny's pussy on his face, her thick, strong thighs squeezing him in place and almost suffocating him. It would be a delightful death.

Her hands, so delicate and small, tugged at his hair as if trying to break his head in two, moaning louder and louder and moving her hips almost automatically, seeming to lose her balance as she trembled.

It was a real paradise, he could do that for hours, it was almost as good as when she was kneeling in front of him. Almost. But still, seeing her on her knees would always make him shiver.

Harry increased the pressure of his thumb on her clitoris, knowing that Ginny didn't seem to be able to hold on much longer, straddling his face as if it were going to make her live, and it was he who almost came when he opened his eyes and saw her. Head to the sky, hands resting on his chest, while she moved her hips furiously and arrived in that state where she was quite noisy, almost worrying him that maybe the neighbors would complain. As they did a few months ago.

It didn't take long for him to hear his name coming out as a plea, her face falling and looking him in the eye as she came, mouth open but no noise coming out, looking like a Goddess, a little disheveled and sweaty. It was one of the most beautiful views of all time.

‘Fuck.’ She fell on the bed next to him, her head close to his thigh, her eyes closed and her legs stretched out. ‘You’re good at this, Potter.’

‘I’ve improved my technique.’ Harry smiled, wiping the traces of her arousal from his chin, a little lost too, it was always hard not to come along with Ginny at those times. ‘Was that what you were thinking during the day?’

‘Don’t touch me!’ Ginny patted his hand when Harry tried to caress her leg, with no ulterior motives, just because he liked the softness. ‘And yes, that was it, but you always outdo yourself.’

‘Thanks, I try.’

‘Great, I don’t mind being used as an experiment.’ She sighed, her freckled, red chest rising and falling, her breasts still pointing upwards gloriously. 'You said you had a hard day...' Ginny opened her eyes, her delicate hand resting on Harry's thigh, dangerously close to his dick.

‘I did, and all I could do was think about you.’

‘Have I said I love it when you’re romantic?’ She blushed, smiling lovingly and winking at him, which made Harry laugh and feel at peace, nodding.

'You say every now and then.' He kept his hands away from her body, even though Ginny's fingers drummed on the inside of his thigh and almost made him sweat with desire. Merlin, all he wanted to do was come, it was almost stressful and painful.

‘You didn’t specify your thoughts for me.’ Like a sly cat she was, Ginny moved, returning to his lap, but this time, sitting on his thighs.

'You know, the same old thing, you and me naked and a creaking bed, nothing much--' Harry swallowed the words, closing his eyes and arching against the bed, feeling in the clouds when her hand came around his penis.

It was a delicious sensation, her palm warm and soft, rising and falling slowly as if she wanted to kill him, while the other massaged his balls in the way that Ginny knew was driving him crazy.

Harry didn't even have to look to know what was coming next, but he wanted to have the privileged vision of seeing her putting him inside her mouth. And the redhead seemed to guess, smirking and winking as she moved to slide down his legs, making Harry move to sit more on the edge of the bed, almost coming when he saw her kneeling, as in the various erotic dreams he had when he was a teenager, but much better.

‘I’ll take care of you, babe,’ Ginny whispered, hands surrounding him and then putting him inside her mouth, causing him to fall from heaven to hell.

There were no words to describe the sensations he felt, losing strength in his forearms and falling on the bed, one hand gripping the sheet tightly while the other was on Ginny's head, which went up and down at a tortuous speed. The feel of her cheeks and tongue around him, the low moans she made, the moans he made, were all Harry needed.

The tension in his body was no longer because he needed to worry about paperwork, training, or reporters who were invasive, the tension now was because Harry was holding himself back from coming like a teenager who never got a blowjob, feeling the sweat settling on the base of the spine, Ginny's speed gradually increasing and how much she swallowed from him too. Harry was ready to die.

If the sight of her coming was beautiful, he didn't even know what to feel when he saw her with her eyes closed, concentrated, her cheeks drawn in while his cock disappeared and appeared inside her delicate mouth.

‘If you want to continue with this,’ He said, after a lot of effort. ‘Stop now before I ruin our night.’ Ginny opened her eyes, smiling as she could, slowly taking his dick out of her mouth, seeming to admire how much it affected him.

‘Are you so needy?’ Her brown eyes mesmerized him, as well as her fingers wiping the corners of her pink mouth.

'You have no idea'

[...]

'Would you marry me?' Harry asked, lying face down on the bed, tired, still a little damp from the bath they had taken, feeling his muscles relaxed on top of the soft mattress.

'Is it a propose?' Ginny smiled, also looking tired, her eyes almost closing, but still trying to stay awake.

'No, just a question.' He said. 'I never asked you if you wanted to get married.'

'Of course I want.' Ginny approached, wrapping an arm around Harry's back and sticking them together as she could, noses almost touching, and her floral scent filled his nostrils like a drug, cradling him even more to sleep, making him feel at peace.

'With me?' Harry asked just to hear her laugh, which worked, her smile flashed on her face.

'Who else would it be with?' They stared at each other, it was almost a total gloom if it weren't for the side of the curtain that let in a yellow street light, illuminating one side of Gin's face and the wall beside the bed. Harry could see her brown eyes sparkle, her red eyebrows rising, and her lips curl in that mischievous smile that she always gave when she was trying to keep from laughing.

'You have a long line of admirers.' Harry shrugged, raising his hand to undo her bun and stroke the red hair.

'You also have a long line,' she said, but she didn't look jealous, just amused.

'But it's you I want to marry,' said Harry, kissing her nose, smiling like a fool.

'Great, because you are my chosen one.' Ginny gave him a quick peck, the smile still on her face. 'And only mine.'

'Only yours.' He nodded, closing his eyes, feeling at peace.

'Not that I had any doubts, I mean, you grabbed me in the middle of a room with 50 people, and you don't even like attention.' They both laughed, the memory making him feel a little more silly in love with her.

'It is your effect on me. I already said, for you I would declare myself in front of a crowd.’

'And I already told you not to do that.' Ginny kissed him again, this time, taking a little longer. 'I love you.'

'I love you, too.' He sighed, feeling at home with her in his arms.

#hinny #harry x ginny #this story has been stored for a long time #the ending is a little bad but i like it #ahahaha

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