#but dream was all like 'i'm not helping you anymore cause i carried'
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Bed bugs
Pairing: Idol! Chan x fem! reader
Genre: smut, fluff, maybe crack idk
Warnings: slight choking (just a hand on the neck, nothing more) (f! receiving), dry humping, oral sex (m! receiving), make-out session, cuddles, mention of Chan's room.
Author notes: when I first started writing "Physiotherapy and Coconut Oil" back at the beginning of October, I was convinced to write it as fluff, mainly because I can't write smut; after a couple of weeks, I left it in my drafts, and leave it there till the first two weeks of December, I was under heavy medication bc I had a painful surgery on my foot, and the only thing that helped to go through insomnia caused by the pain was writing that story, I wrote and wrote day and night, and it helped so so much, that's why I was shocked when @ardef38 asked for a pt 2, so here you go love, I hope you like it.
(Kinda proof read, it’s 1:40 am as I’m ’reading’ this so, be patient I’ll correct any mistakes later)
Fun fact: I do really ride motorcycles since I was 17 (and yes I may be reckless).
Word count: +4k (I got carried away I’m sorry)
Thank you so much, I really, really appreciate all the feedback, I love you all.🩷
Sincerely Glo
As always, requests are open!
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I'm so insecure about my English. As I said, it's not my first language, and I'm always scared to make mistakes or stuff like that. So, if you find mistakes, please let me know. I'll be thankful, and my English will improve!
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You can read part one here
"Stop moving. I'm trying to sleep."
he mumbles on your back
"I can't, I'm sorry."
You mumble
"Why? What is happening, baby?"
he asks, hugging you tighter
"Uhm, I'm sorry my insomnia is bothering me, I-i don't know why."
"What can I do for you? A cup of tea? cuddles?"
he asks
"I don't know either, honestly, usually I stay in bed and stare at the ceiling."
"It's a common thing?"
he whispers, almost like he doesn't want to be heard by someone
"What? That I can't sleep? Oh yeah, definitely.”
you say, turning yourself towards him
"Mh"
"You should be tired, you know that? after a full day of work and after what we did."
he says
"I know, Channie, but my brain can't shut down."
"I have an idea."
he says, hugging you tighter, your head on his chest with his hand between your hair
"What?"
you ask, looking at him
"Shhhh, just close your eyes and relax, okay?"
"Mh, okay. I doubt that whatever you're about to do, you'll make me fall asleep."
"Shshhh"
close your eyes
go to sleep
know my love is all around
dream in peace
when you wake
you will know I'm still with you
He repeats the verse over and over until you don't hear him anymore.
You know that you fall asleep because of his voice and the lullaby that he was singing, and the way he was stroking your hair gently, but mostly because he's warm; one time, someone said that he's like the feeling of walking in a warm room after spending the whole day out in the cold. It's true he really is like that domestic feeling.
"Good morning, ray of sunshine. How did you sleep?"
he asks you when you walk into your kitchen
"Oh, good morning. I thought you were already gone and good. I don't know which magic you've put in your cuddles and voice, but I haven’t slept like this in months."
you say
"Gone? No, I had to make you breakfast since I've slept over and used your bathroom to shower. I also used your body wash. Now I know why you smell so good."
he says while working on something at the stove
"That's why the bottle is half empty."
you giggle, hugging him from behind
"I'm sorry. I'll rebuy it for you."
he says
"Ya, it's okay, you don't have to. you smell like me now,"
"Yep, and trust me, I love it."
he says
"Yeah?"
"Mhmm"
"Aaah, you're warm, Channie it's freezing today even if it's mid-summer."
you say, hugging him from behind
"It has rained all night, we didn't notice because we were...umh...busy."
he says, turning towards you
"Busy...yeah...Chan, oh my god, it was...did I do these?"
you ask, touching his neck and chest
"No, no, it was a bed bug."
"Ehi -you slap his chest- I-god, I'm sorry."
"Yeah, me too. we got carried away, didn't we?"
he says, touching your neck and making you shiver
"Definitely, but I'm going to be honest I don't mind it and I don’t regret it.”
you say, smiling and kissing him on his naked chest
"Chan...-you say, sniffing around- something is burning."
"NO THE PANCAKES!"
he quickly turns towards the stove, swearing and mumbling against the burnt cakes
"Fuck, i-i wanted to make you breakfast."
he pouts, looking at the burnt pancakes
"It's okay, Channie -you giggle- thing like this happens when you're distracted."
"So you're saying that is your fault?"
he asks, looking at you, one of his dimples popping out
"Yeah, definitely."
you laugh
"Okay, put something on. I'll buy you breakfast."
"No."
you say
"Yes."
he says
"No."
"Yes."
"I said no."
"And I said yes."
"Channie, you don't have to"
"But I want to"
he says
"But-ugh, what if people see us around."
you say
"You're part of the staff, and we can go to the JYP cafeteria, the one inside the building."
"Mh, okay, but with one condition."
"Which one?"
he asks
a smirk appears on your face
"I don't like that smile."
he says
"I'll take you to the building with my motorcycle."
"You-you can ride?"
he asks
"yeah, I thought you liked it when I did it on your-"
"Shsh, don't-shut up, okay, okay."
he says, covering your mouth with one of his hands
"You're not reckless, aren't you?"
he asks with a worried tone
"Me? Reckless? absolutely not."
you smile
"That smile...I don't trust you."
"Not my business, Channie."
10 minutes later, you are in the elevator, and funny to say, but both of you choose a black hoodie (mostly because you have to cover your hickeys and not to catch a cold since the air is fresher)
"You copied my outfit."
you say, looking at him
"Do it look like I'm wearing Doc Martens and leggings?"
he asks, looking at you
"No, even if you would look good in leggings, but your outfit is total black, just like mine."
"I always dress like this."
“I aLwAyS dReSs LiKe ThIs”
You mock him
“It’s true, my whole wardrobe is black.”
"Yeah, but you still copied my outfit."
you smile, walking outside the elevator, Chan being by your side
"Jagiya.."
he says
"Mh?"
you say, not paying attention to the feeling that you felt in your stomach after that nickname
"I'm scared."
he says, looking at his feet
"About..?"
you say opening your garage door
"I've never been on a motorcycle."
he says shyly
"It's okay, Channie. There is a first time for everything. I'm going to explain everything, okay?"
"You-fuck, you can drive this thing?"
he asks
"Yeah, she's my baby."
"Baby? it's huge, how can you manage to drive this?"
you shrug your shoulders, looking at him
"I just do it, just trust me okay?"
"I do trust you."
he says
"Yeah?"
you ask, looking at him, and he simply nods
"Okay, big boy, put this on."
you say, giving him one of your motorcycle jackets
"I hope it fits; one of my friends gifted it to me, but she took three sizes bigger than mine, and I couldn't return it."
"It's a little bit tight on my shoulders."
he says, closing the zip
"It fits perfectly; you have protections, so it has to be tight."
you say, zipping your protective jacket
"It's weird. I'm not used to tight things."
he says, putting his backpack on his shoulders again
"Now, move, I have to take the motorcycle out of the garage. Can you grab the two helmets there? and when you're out, close the door, please."
you say, pointing at a wood cabinet. You press the clutch and move backward with the motorcycle; when the bike is in the correct position, you press down the stand.
"Okay, give me these."
you say, taking the helmets from his hands
"I'm going to put the helmets on you, okay, and I'll explain everything."
you say, putting the helmet on him. You do the same with yours
"Does it feel loose?"
you ask
"No, it's perfect."
you can see him smiling even if half of his face is covered
"And now -you press the inter-phone button- can you hear me?"
"Oh yeah, it's like you're inside my head."
he giggles
you turn on your bike, leaving her roar
"Damn, it's loud."
he giggles
"Okay, so -you say, straddling the motorcycle pushing the stand up with your foot- use that thing to get on and sit here."
you say, patting on the small sitting place for him
"Are you sure you can-?"
he asks
"Yes, trust me, Chan, I've been riding since I was 17."
you smile at him
he sits behind you, getting more comfortable once the bike is stable
"See? You won't fall; both of my feet are on the ground."
"Keep your feet there when we're on the road, don't put them on the ground at a red light or a stop sign. You have to put your arms around me tight or on the tank, especially when I brake; you'll feel it, so don't worry. When we take a turn, you have to follow me with your body. You're basically my shadow, or even better, my backpack, so follow every movement I make, okay?"
you say
"Yep"
"Now, arms around me."
you say, waiting for his arms
"Hold on tight."
you say before pressing the clutch with your left and putting the first gear with your left foot
"Here we goooo."
you say
"Oh my god, we're moving, ahah wow."
"Hold on tight, Channie."
you say, patting on his hands
"That's-wow, oh my god."
"You want me to go faster?"
you say once you're on the road
"Fuck yes"
he says
and you do as he said. You accelerate and shift gear; the sun has been out for hours, so the road is dry now.
"How does it feel?"
you ask him
"It's like, I don't know how to explain it."
"Freedom?"
you suggest
"Yeah, yes, that's the right word."
he says
"That's why you do it? I mean, that's why you drive?"
you hear his voice through the inter-phone, and you simply nod.
"Can you go faster? I wanna feel free."
he says
"Of course."
you giggle, and you shift once again the gear, the two of you speeding in the streets of Seoul, zig-zagging between the buses, cars, and taxis
"Oh my gooood, too fast, too fast"
he almost screams
"Ahahah, just hold onto me, and you'll be fine, Channie. Trust me."
the grip of his arms around your waist getting tighter
"You're crazy."
he says
"I know"
"And reckless, and oh my god, I want to do this every day."
he says
"I know -you laugh- should I pick you up tomorrow?"
"Oh, I—I'm not that brave. God, you have a big pair of balls to drive a thing like this. I could never."
"Oh, you could, and you would look so hot in one of these, with a compression shirt on-ush what a vision."
you say
"Are you fantasizing about me?"
he asks
"I mean, yeah, you as a biker? damn, Christopher, I would be on my knees."
you say, teasing him
"You were on your knees for me yesterday, and definitely, I'm not a biker."
he says, teasing you back
"I- you- uh- I hate you."
you say
"Yeah, yeah, it was clear with all the 'oh, ah' that you were whimpering against my ear last night."
he says, placing one of his hands on your thighs
"Oh-you-shut up"
you say, glad that he can't see the color of your cheeks
"Here we are person that I absolutely hate, and it's banned from my house."
you say braking and turning off the motorcycle once you're in the proper park
"Oh c'mon, I was joking -he says, taking off his helmet- I'll never mention cute whimpers again."
he pouts
"Shhh, are you crazy talking about this here?"
"Right, 'm sorry, where do I put this?"
he asks, lifting his helmet
"Oh, just bring it with you."
you say
"So...umh, breakfast?"
he asks, breaking the silence between the two of you
"Yeah, breakfast."
you sigh, looking at him, his hair messed up because of the helmet
"Ladies first"
he says, opening the front door of the building for you
"Oh, what a gentleman."
you say, walking toward the elevator, bowing to the person who just stepped out of the elevator
"Yeah, gentleman."
he mumbles, pressing the number three, and once the elevator doors closed, you talk
"What you're mumbling about?"
you look at him
"Nothing"
"Chan, c'mon, you can't do this after what we did."
"I'm -he sighs- I let you go first to look at your ass in those stupid leggings, so I'm not a gentleman."
he crosses his arms
"Oh, well, I'll make sure to put them more often."
you say, shrugging your shoulders
"You're not mad?"
he asks
"that you look at my ass when you can? No. You literally saw me naked, so that's nothing of this -you point at your whole body- that you haven't seen."
"Mh, good to know."
he smirks, and once the lift doors open, he goes
"Ladies first, of course."
he winks at you and you can do nothing but laugh at him.
after a couple of minutes of indecision, his indecision actually, he brings to the table two tall cups of cappuccino and a piece of cake for him
"You sure that you don't want a bite?"
he asks, offering you a piece of pie
"Hundred percent Chan"
you smile at him
"Do you have to work today?"
he asks
"Uhm... no, I don't think so, actually. I'm here just for breakfast—you giggle—why?"
"I have to meet with Han and Binnie for some fixes on a new song and do the usual Sunday live, so...would you mind coming with me?"
"I- you- you want me in your studio?"
"Yes"
"The one where no one is allowed?"
"Mhmm"
he nods, sipping on his cappuccino
"The one where the darker aura Christopher works?"
"Yes, that one."
"Mh, okay, if you... don't mind having me there."
you shrug your shoulders
"I don't mind it. You have a relaxing effect on me."
he says
"Interesting"
you say, sipping on your coffee
"The boys are already there. Should we go?"
"I follow you, mister dark aura."
"Oh, shut up."
he says, looking at you
"Hello everyone"
he says, entering in the studio
"Hi Hyung"
the bandmates say at the same time
"Oh, y/n? Hi, what are you doing here?"
"I-uh, I saw him in the middle of the street, he was like an abandoned puppy."
"Hey"
he says, sitting down in his working chair
"So I offered him a ride on my motorbike, and to pay me back, he offered me breakfast."
you laugh nervously
"You ride a motorcycle?"
changbin asks
"Yes? why does everybody find this weird."
you say
"I don't know, you don't look like someone who rides a motorcycle."
Binnie says
"But I am."
you laugh, sitting on the couch in the studio
The three men start working on the new song. You're not paying too much attention because
1. you're too distracted by the way Chan gets so severe when he's at work, so bossy but at the same time gentle with his members
2. you're working too, on your phone, but you're working, planning all the appointments with the members and the artists of JYP
"Oh, looks like someone had fun last night."
you hear Han's voice, and you're head snaps toward his direction so fast that you hear a crack in your neck
"Yeah, you weren't home last night. Where were you last night, Chan?"
Changbin says
then you notice that Chan took off his hoodie, revealing all the hickeys and bite marks on his neck
"What?"
he asks, looking at them
"Your neck Chan, what the fuck? What did you do?"
Han asks
"Uh, bed bugs."
he says, typing and clicking on his computer, not paying too much attention to them
"Yeah, a big one."
Han says
"One with human teeth"
Changbin laughs
"Oh shut up, the two of you."
Chan says, his cheeks turning pink
"Who is she?"
asks the two gossipy men
"No one, it was a bed bug."
he says once again
"Do you know anything about this?"
Changbin asks, and both of them turn toward you
"Uh, bed bugs are big these days."
you shrug your shoulders
"Mh, yeah."
they look at each other with a smirk
after a couple of minutes, they stopped asking about his marks and focused again on their work, recording some chorus, laughing when someone went out of tune, and listening over and over again at the song till it was perfect
"Aaaaand we're done."
Chan says, stretching up his arms in the air and clapping at the work of 3racha
"Aaaagh, I'm hungry."
Changbin says
"Me too."
Han says
"Hyung, y/n wanna join us for lunch?"
"Oh no, I must go now, maybe next time."
you smile at them
"I have to do the live so."
chan says
"Oh, okay."
they say
"Bye Hyung, Y/N see you on Tuesday."
Han says
"Bye guys, see you."
you smile
"Hyung, see you at the dorm and make sure to eat, or you get nervous, little bed bug…See you on Tuesday."
Binnie says, smiling at you and closing the door behind his back
"HOW THE FUCK DID HE?"
you say, covering your face with your hands
"He's not stupid."
Chan says
"But don't worry, they won't spill anything to anyone, that's for sure."
he gets up from his chair, locks the door of the studio, and walks toward you
"Ugh, are you sure?"
you ask, your voice muffled by your hands
"Yes, I trust them with my whole life. They're nosy, I know, but we have a rule: what happens or what we say in the studio stays in the studio."
He says, sitting next to you.
"Are you sure? I- I loved hat we did, and I love our bond, but I don't want to lose my job, Chan, I've worked so hard to be here, and I don't want to ruin everything because I had sex with you."
you say, looking at him
"Ouch"
he says
"No, no, I don't want you to think that I'm using you because I'm not okay? I loved our friendship way before what happened last night."
"I get what you're saying, y/n, don't worry, it's just that you're...I don't know…after what we did, I don't know what are we? friends? Best friends? friends with benefits?"
he looks at you
"Friends with..."
"Benefits, you know, two friends that have sex occasionally but remain friends."
"Yeah, Chan, I know what friends with benefits are."
"So?"
"What?"
you ask
"Friends with benefits? it will be our dirty little secret."
he says
"Mh, friends with benefits"
you nod
"Let's start this thing from now, yeah?"
he says, pulling your face towards him
"Yes, fuck yes."
you say, breaking the distance between the two of you, kissing his plumped lips again
"The door is locked, and we have about thirty minutes."
he says between the kisses
"Ugh, not enough time."
you say, pulling back from him
"We can go back to my place after the live, yeah?"
he nods, kissing your lips again, more roughly this time. You shift your position, straddling him, your legs on the side of his thighs
"It's not-that simple to- touch you with these stupid- mhpf yoga pants."
he says, kissing your lips
"You said that you loved them."
you say
"Yeah, and now I hate them; I can't touch you properly, which frustrates me."
He says, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his bulge against your clit
"It's okay, we don't need to take our pants off."
you say, smiling at him
"What- why? c'mon, I wanna see that pretty pussy of yours."
he says, frustrated, leaving his head against the headrest of the couch
"Mh, not now."
you say, starting to grind on his hard bulge
"Oh shit, what- do it again, please,"
he says, placing his hands on your hips, guiding you back and forth against him. You kiss gently his neck, trying not to bite him or suck his soft skin because his neck is already a mess.
"You- god"
he tries to say, one of his hands traveling around your body, grabbing one of your breasts under the hoodie
"Uh? you're not wearing a bra?"
he says
"Nope, free the nipples, Christopher."
You laugh while looking at him, poor guy, he looks desperate
"Fuck, full access all this time? Why didn’t you tell me? God, y/n, you're going to drive me crazy."
he says, kissing your lips. You laugh in his lips and keep grinding on his hard cock
"Please take your hoodie off, I want- at least I want to see your boobs."
"Uhm, so needy, aren't you?"
you ask, and he simply nods
you take off your hoodie, shivering, not because you're cold, no it's way too hot in the room, but because of the way that he looks at you; it looks like he wants you to eat you alive, literally. He licks his lips, looking at your boobs at then looking at your face, his eyes jumping between your two twins and your eyes
"What?"
you ask, looking at him, moving a clump of hair from his face
"I want to suck them."
he simply says
"Then do it. Don't be shy, Christopher."
"Oh, don't call me like that."
he says, looking at you, his eyes darkened
"I know that you like it, just admitted."
you whisper to his ear
"Mphf, if you don't stop grinding on me, I'll cum in my pants."
he says
"And? there's no shame in cumming in your pants, I love to see you so desp-shit"
you say, trying to find any other word to say, but your brain is short-circuiting, his tongue is moving around one of your breasts, sucking on the nipple, while with one hand, he pays attention to the other one
"I wanna live here."
he says, sucking and biting your nipple
"Mhpf, in the studio?"
you tease him even if you know what he meant
"Mh -he breaks off the contact between his mouth and your breast- between your boobs, I want to live here, they're-fuck, they're like a warm marshmallows."
you laugh
"I'm dead serious, y/n"
he looks at you so seriously that you have to cover your mouth not to laugh. You kiss his lips, making him smile
"You're going to be late, so let me do something for you, yeah?"
you say, shifting position and getting on your knees in front of him
"Oh fuck"
he says, pulling his pants down, revealing his hard dick
"You're going to drive me crazy, you know that?"
he says, caressing your face
"That's the point, Christopher."
you say, kissing one of his naked thighs
"Please, jagiya, please."
he says in a desperate tone. That nickname again, heavy like a rock on your chest, just friends with benefits, correct?
So you do what a good friend would do, you take his boner with your hands, stroking him up and down a couple of times, licking the tip, focusing on that particular sensitive part, making him whimper.
You take all of him in your mouth, breathing through your nose; you look up at him, his head on the headrest, his eyes closed, enjoying every moment, one of his hands in your hair, scratching your scalp gently.
You keep working with your mouth and tongue, adding once again your dominant hand, just because you can't take all of him in your mouth.
"Jagi...fuck."
"Uh, language, please."
you say, taking him out of your mouth without stopping working with your hand.
"How am I supposed not to say bad words when you're on your knees sucking me off?"
he asks, looking down at you
"You're dramatic."
you say, retaking him in your mouth, you know that he's about to cum because he's throbbing in your mouth
"Baby, i'm-i'm about to."
he can't even finish the sentence that a load of fluid goes into your mouth, you swallow it all the way.
You clean the corner of your mouth with your fingers and stay on your knees, looking up at him with a stupid smile on your face.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
He says, pulling his pants up
“I’m not looking at you in any particular way.”
“Yes, you are, come here.”
He says, patting the place next to him
“Thank you”
He says when you sit next to him
“You don’t have to thank me, Channie.”
“I have to, I told you that you have a relaxing effect on me. And I’m talking generally, not when we...do other stuff, you know, even when we do them, but..."
“I get what you’re saying, Channie.”
You giggle
“Aagh, come here.”
He says, placing a hand on your neck and pulling towards him
“No, wait, I’ve just…”
“I don’t care, y/n, just kiss me, please.”
You sigh, and you kiss his lips, it’s a quick kiss, almost as if you did it every day
“You’re going to be late.”
You say, touching his forehead with yours
“I know, but I have to do it, it’s a safe space for me, and stays.”
“I know”
You say, pecking his lips once again
“I’m in my studio, I wait for you there, okay?”
You say, putting your hoodie on
“Mh, okay, thank you y/n, really.”
He says, kissing your cheek
“That’s what a good friend would do.”
You smile at him
“Yeah, good friend.”
He echos you
“Bye, bed bug.”
He says when you unlock the door
“Bye, Channie -you giggle at the nickname- don’t forget to put your hoodie on.”
“I won’t, thank you.”
He says, smiling, dimples on full display
Good friends, right?
A friend that has marked you all over your body
A friend you would go to live with just to have breakfast ready every morning
A friend that makes you feel butterflies,
A friend that fucks you till your brain short-circuit
A friend who makes you fall asleep while singing and cuddling
Maybe he’s more than “A friend”
A/N: me after writing this 🏃🏻♀️💨
Tag list: @paboswriting (because of the mention of biker Chan, we have an obsession about him)
#chansshands thoughts#skz#bang chan#stray kids#skz scenarios#stray kids bang chan#bang chan fanfic#bang chan smut#christopher bang chan smut#bang chan x female reader#bang chan x y/n#bang chan x reader
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My View - Lee Felix
Synopsis: Felix was a hard-working guy. He never thought he would be able to achieve his dreams of being a performer. It was even better that he got to experience this journey with his best friends and his biggest supporter, you, his significant other. That doesn't mean Felix doesn't have his bad days.
"If only you could see things from my perspective right now."
Pairing: Idol! Lee Felix x reader
Genre: Angst - frustration from rehearsals, established relationship, comforting Felix, fluff towards the end. (I would seriously go to war for Felix)
Word Count: 2.2k
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Pulling up to the JYP building always filled you with excitement. Every time you step through the front doors, you never knew what was awaiting for me. Part of that was due to the eight rowdy boys who called the building their second home. You often heard them before you saw them.
Felix and you have only been together for a few months now. You were still an unfamiliar face walking around the building, which the boys used to their advantage when they wanted to pull pranks and get into trouble. Well, seven of them were always up for causing chaos. Chris preferred to watch from afar and quickly clean up any messes that popped up before anyone noticed. Such a great leader.
You were easily becoming a part of the Stray Kids family. The younger members looked to you as a shoulder to lean on, someone to give advice. Felix’s hyungs approved because they saw how much joy you brought to their sunshine. You were never shy of showing you affection for Felix, always reminding him of your pride in not just being his partner but watching him do what he loved the most. You helped bring normalcy into their lives where they were just a group of guys in their 20s living their best life. They just happened to have high profile careers.
You, on the other hand, worked in the nonprofit sector. Your job focused on education opportunities for immigrant youth. Ironically, your job occupation is one of the many things Felix found attractive about you. Not only was he captivated by your beauty, but he admired your drive and compassion. It takes a lot from someone to do the work you do, but you made it seem so effortless. It just showed how much you cared.
It was late on a Thursday night. You and your team had been prepping for a fundraising event which was taking much of your attention and energy. Nobody really understands how much goes into a nonprofit until they work in one.
Today was one of the days where you two felt like you were pulled in different directions. Felix has been busy the last few days with dance practices, so you knew he had late nights as well. You two would send texts to each other throughout the day, checking in and supporting each other the best you could. Saturdays were reserved just for the two of you for date nights though, so you were relieved knowing you’d see him soon.
The only thing on your mind was ordering take-out and sleeping. That completely changed though when you got a call from Chan. That's odd. He never called me.
You picked up the phone as you put your keys into the apartment door, about to unlock it. "Hey Chan, what's up?"
"Y/n? Are you still at work?"
"No, I actually just got back to my apartment. What's going on?"
"Come to the studio. Now. It's Felix."
Your heart dropped at the mention of Felix. Your mind began racing through all the possibilities of what could be wrong. Was he injured? Did something happen? Whatever it was, you knew you couldn't waste anymore time.
"Y/n?"
"Sorry, I'm coming," was all you said.
Just as quick as you unlocked it, you yanked the keys out and slammed the front door shut. Your feet carried you quickly down the steps leading up to your unit and straight to your car in the parking lot. You had this sickening feeling in your gut that something was wrong. Especially by the urgency in Chan's voice. He was not the type of guy to sugarcoat anything.
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By the time you got to the JYP building, Hyunjin was upfront waiting for you. That's not a good sign. You parked your car in the guest parking lot before jumping out with your keys, forgetting about your pursue. All that mattered was how quickly you could get to Felix.
"Hyunjin-ah, what's wrong?"
"I don't even know. I was just told to wait up front for you, so I could make sure your car is locked. He's in the practice room."
You tossed your car keys to Hyunjin before you took off running towards the practice room. You noticed that five of the other boys lined up the hallway outside of the room. Chan must be in there with Felix. The sight made your heart drop.
Your heavy breathing and footsteps gained the attention of the five members outside. They both looked concerned yet relieved to see you. You didn't have enough time to ask questions before making your way towards the door. All of their eyes were trained on you.
Very gently, you knocked on the door. You didn't want to cause anymore stress, regardless of what might be happening on the other side of the door.
"Changbin, I know you care, but we just need y/n," Chan shouted out from inside.
"Chan, it's y/n. I am here."
Silence filled the hallway as everyone seemed to listen in. You could hear footsteps from the other side of the door. You didn't even know you were holding your breath as your mind spiraled to what could be happening on the other side.
The door opened slowly. It revealed Chan who seemed to be a bit revealed. But looking into his eyes, you knew that there was something wrong.
"Guys, listen, I know we all car about Felix, but he only wants y/n right now," Chan explained. His voice was scarily calm yet also quiet. You were always appreciative that Chan looked out for his members, his brothers, his kids. Especially always looking after Felix.
The rest of the guys nodded their heads. They stepped back to make Sur they weren't overcrowding the doorway. All of them cared for one another, so they would do anything for each other.
Chan slowly opened the door, granting you access. He smiled at you as you swapped positions. You were now inside the room where as he joined the rest of the kids out in the hallway. The door closed behind you which caused you to turn fully towards your beloved.
He was sitting on the floor of the practice room, his head in his hands. Of course, some practices got Felix frustrated. You were always there to comfort him, to help him work through any of the choreography to the best of your ability. He always managed to work through it, seeing those frustrations as motivation. This was different.
It was eerily silent in the room. The only thing you could hear was soft sniffles. Each one causing cracks in your heart.
"Lixie?" You called out. You didn't want to make things worse and startle him. You also were aware maybe that he needed space, so you didn't want to violate any of his personal space.
He picked his head up, looking straight ahead. Your eyes met in the reflection of the mirror. A trail of tears was marked on his cheeks, the light catching the wet trail. His eyes were a bit red, which you weren't sure if it was how long he'd been crying or from his hands pressed into his gorgeous face.
"Y/n."
His eyes didn't leave yours. He needed you.
Without running over, you walked to him. You knew sudden movements would make matters worse. In this room, it was just the two of you. You moved with urgency across the practice floor until you were in front of him.
Once you were in front of him, you took a seat on the floor in front of him. You were sitting criss-crossed, your hands gently reaching out to his. You offered a gentle smile. His hands slipped into yours. It was a start.
"What's going on, love?" You asked gently.
Now, you weren't sure if Felix wanted to even talk about what he was dealing with. However, you knew it was better to offer than say nothing at all. Felix always knew he could vent to you whenever, but you still liked to remind him that it was safe to do so. You would wait here all day if need be, if that is what Felix needed.
"I'm not good enough," he murmured.
Your heart shattered hearing his self-doubt. There were times Felix got frustrated because he was just so passionate about performing. This is the only thing that he thought he was meant to do in this life. Sometimes you wondered if he thought back to when he got eliminated during their pre-debut days.
However, you knew how hard Felix has overcome to set that now minor setback. He was one of the most recognizable idols in k-pop, proving that to be true with his impressive vocal range and his impressive dance skills. He was born to be on stage. Yet, that didn't mean he didn't doubt himself.
"What happened?"
"Lee Know was showing us new choreography he wanted to learn. It acquires a bit more acrobatics than what we usually do. I thought it would be no problem for me, but-"
You could see tears swelling in his eyes again. Some fell but he tried to quickly blink the rest. Letting go of one hand, you squeezed the other to show you had no intentions of leaving. With your now free hand, you reached forward to gently wipe the tears away that were falling onto his cheeks.
His head gently tilted into your thumb. Taking note, you let your full hand cup his cheek. He sighed at the feeling of the warmth of your palm. You smiled gently to see him responsive to you.
The last thing you would want is for Felix to feel like he is doing this on his own. He had his members, his family supporting you and he also had you. Felix always uplifted you on your worst days, helping to remind you of your self-worth. And you would always do the same. This was one of those moments where you needed to reemphasize your role as his significant other.
"But I just can't get it. I can't move my body correctly which makes it feel like I'm not trying hard enough," he murmured. "Like I'm failing. You hear groups coming and going, how things can shift overnight. What if I'm the reason stays don't stay and why Stray Kids becomes just a memory and not a legacy? I don't want to disappoint you or the boys."
For a moment, you remained silent. You already were working through the words to say. While you weren't an idol yourself, you didn't want to invalidate Felix's emotions. You knew that the music industry was brutal and there were a lot of risks involved.
What you did know for sure was just how successful Stray Kids is, how successful he is. He was facing a challenge, like he had before, and he would overcome it. Felix just needed to believe in himself.
"Baby boy, this is the first day of learning this choreography. It's not going to be perfect no matter how much you wish it was," you sighed. It was the truth. It was frustrating, yes, but it required practice.
"I know for a fact though that the boys would never allow you to fail. Maybe you can keep practicing with Lee Know, or maybe you guys change the choreography. The guys will never let you feel like you fail because you guys are one team which means that you help each other out."
Felix nodded his head gently. He was slowly starting to accept his words but he couldn't quite ignore his personal demons yet. That is where you come in. You weren't going to leave his side until your sunshine returned.
"I don't want to disappoint you either."
"Felix, love, that is impossible. You are my life, my love. I am impressed simply by your existence."
He raised an eyebrow at you, confused yet encouraging you to continue speaking. You gladly will praise him as much as he needs to hear, or how much anyone was willing to listen.
"I have never met someone as compassionate as you. Even when you are tired, you go out of your way to show your appreciation not just to your fans, to stay, but to the members, your family, and even me. You always are there to lend a helping hand because you care about everyone else sometimes before yourself. It is true you radiate sunshine because you capture everyone's attention, you can make everyone smile just by being in the same room as you."
For the first time since entering the dance studio, he smiled. His forehead leaned forward until he pressed against yours. You smiled up at him, just happy to see him feeling the slightest bit better.
"I am so lucky to have you even when I'm silly and can't regulate my emotions."
"Felix, it's normal to feel frustrated. You know better than anyone that I get that way too. But that's why I'm here. I'm here to support you on your best days, your worst days, and the days in between."
You pulled back gently from him. You tilted your head up until your lips pressed against his forehead lingeringly. At the acton, he could feel his ears turn red but also his smile grow. His eyes fluttered shut, just to take in the moment.
He was the luckiest guy in the world to have you, and you felt like you were even luckier.
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deja vu
Part 2
Synopsis: Since some things are precious but invisible to the eye, we forget them as life passes by. In which child Satoru forgot the promise he made to you as he grew up trying to fit into the expectations thrown at him, everything is fine until he began to dream about those moments he forgot, and he began to investigate what he forgot.
Word Count: 5,567 words
Warning: Imaginary friends, I don't know if this is angst anymore since it has a happy ending.
Note: Happy Birthday to me! (ᗒᗨᗕ) the title came from tomorrow x together's new song! go ahead and stream minisode 3. This is best to read while listening to deja vu! This was to be like long ass story but I'll just make a part 2 if everyone wants too. Have fun reading! <33.
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Stomp stomp
Satoru stopped running when he made it to the garden of his household, he ran away again from his lesson just to have fun.
As Satoru stood on the pile of leaves, he carefully stomped out the melody of the Morse code, hoping to summon the person he had met in the garden. Each rhythmic stomp carried a message, a secret code only they shared.
"Satoru!" The voice called out, and he excitedly turned his head around to see you and the fennec fox that you weirdly named "Tomorrow.”
Upon seeing you, Satoru’s eyes lit up before he tried to rush towards you but instead, he tripped and landed right on his face.
He groans in pain with tears threatening to spill but you come towards him, kneeling and helping him to stand up.
He started seeing you after his 7th birthday. When he was wandering around alone in the garden that was like a maze, he saw you sitting prettily as you gently petted that fox.
You looked just around his age at that time, but he couldn't believe whether you were real or not since you looked like an angel to his eyes from how bright you were.
It was as if you were not a human being at all…
When you accidentally made eye contact with Satoru, that's how you two began to meet in secret.
"Are you okay?" you asked with a concerned look as Satoru brushed it off, telling you he was fine, even though there was clear evidence of blood running down his nose.
Despite his attempt to hide it, you could see the pain in his eyes.
Gently, you reached out and wiped away the blood with a handkerchief you always carried with you. Satoru winced slightly but tried to hide it with a weak smile.
"You really should be more careful, Satoru," you scolded softly, your voice filled with worry. "Let's get you cleaned up."
You led him to a nearby bench and carefully dabbed at his nose with the handkerchief, trying to stop the bleeding.
The fennec fox, Tomorrow, nuzzled against Satoru's leg as if offering comfort in its own way.
As you tend to him, Satoru couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and safety wash over him. Being with you and Tomorrow always made him forget his troubles, even if just for a little while.
As Satoru sat there with you by his side, tending to his injury, he couldn't help but wish that this moment could last forever.
He wished he could stay like this with you, with Tomorrow following you two around, offering silent companionship.
Despite the pain in his nose, Satoru felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over him.
Being with you made him forget about the stresses and worries of his everyday life as the heir to the Gojo clan. It was moments like these that he cherished the most, moments of simple happiness and quiet friendship.
As you finished cleaning up his nose, Satoru looked up at you with gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.
"I don't know what I would do without you.” He added.
You gave him a light-hearted chuckle as you told him it's nothing, as long as his nose is fine.
With a playful grin, you booped his nose gently, causing him to wince and whine as it still pained him even from a gentle touch.
"I'm sorry," you said with a sympathetic smile, realizing your mistake. "I didn't mean to make it hurt more."
Satoru shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips despite the discomfort. "It's okay," he assured you. "I'll survive."
You and Satoru shared a moment of laughter, finding solace in each other's company even in the midst of a small mishap. As Tomorrow nestled closer to both of you, the bond between the three of you felt stronger than ever.
As Satoru began to tell you about his day, you sat there listening attentively, giving him a genuine reaction to each detail he shared.
You laughed at his humorous anecdotes, frowned at his frustrations, and smiled at his moments of joy.
Lost in conversation, neither of you noticed the passage of time or the maid beginning to appear in the garden.
Satoru was completely engrossed in sharing his experiences with you, finding comfort in your presence and the ease with which he could confide in you.
While Satoru was still engrossed in telling his story, he was abruptly pulled on his wrist. Startled, he turned to face his personal maid, who had a frantic look on her face.
"Gojo-sama, who were you talking to?!" she asked, breathing heavily.
Satoru was confused. "Huh? I was talking to-" He turned his head to face you and Tomorrow, eager to show you to the maid, but to his surprise, the two of you weren't there.
Huh?
Confusion clouded Satoru's expression as he scanned the garden, but there was no sign of you or Tomorrow.
His heart sank as he realized that you and the fennec fox had vanished without a trace, leaving him standing there, alone with his bewildered maid.
The maid sighed in disappointment, her frustration evident as she scolded him.
"I'm disappointed in you, Gojo-sama, for running away from your lecture and being here alone! How would your father react if he knew this?!" Her voice carried a mix of concern and fear, knowing the consequences of Satoru's actions if his father found out about his whereabouts while escaping an important lesson.
Satoru felt a pang of guilt as he realized the trouble he could be in if his father discovered his disobedience.
He lowered his gaze, feeling ashamed for causing his maid such distress.
"I'm sorry," he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'll go back to my lesson now."
With a heavy heart, Satoru followed his maid back to the house, his mind filled with thoughts of you and Tomorrow, wondering where you had disappeared and if he would ever see you again.
The next day, Satoru returned to the garden, finding himself standing in the same spot where he had met you before. Hesitant at first, he debated whether to do the Morse code to summon you, but he shook off his doubts and began stomping his feet in the pile of leaves, creating the familiar rhythm.
Just as he finished, he heard your voice calling out his name. Startled, Satoru turned around to see you standing there, nervous but with a glimmer of hope in your eyes. Tomorrow hung on your shoulder, adding to the surreal scene.
"Satoru," you spoke softly, the sound of his name sending a wave of relief through him. Without hesitation, he rushed towards you, a smile spreading across his face.
"You came back," he said, his voice filled with joy and gratitude. "I was afraid I wouldn't see you again.”
Satoru added, "Since you suddenly vanished yesterday when my maid was scolding me," his tone carrying a hint of hurt. You gently held his shoulder, trying to reassure him.
"I'm sorry about it, but if you know about it, I don't know about the consequences I'll face," you explained, your words tinged with concern. Satoru's interest was piqued by your cryptic statement, and he looked at you with curiosity.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his brows furrowing slightly. He couldn't help but wonder what consequences you were referring to and why you had disappeared so suddenly the day before.
You brushed it off, telling him it's nothing he should be worrying about. Satoru was confused as to why you couldn't tell him, but he kept quiet. All he wanted to do was spend time with you and Tomorrow, relishing in the moment of companionship and friendship.
Though a part of him was curious about the secrets you held, he decided not to press further. Instead, he focused on the present, cherishing the time he had with you and the fennec fox. As he watched Tomorrow playfully scampering around, a smile formed on Satoru's lips, grateful for the simple joys your presence brought him.
On his 10th birthday, Satoru came across the garden, but there was no joy in his body. He mechanically performed the usual Morse code, his heart heavy with burdens he couldn't quite articulate. When you called his name, he turned around to see you smiling at him, Tomorrow perched on your shoulder as usual.
However, your smile faltered as you sensed Satoru's unusual demeanor. Concern etched across your face as you approached him cautiously.
"Satoru, is everything alright?" you asked gently, your voice filled with genuine care. Satoru hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to express the turmoil he was feeling inside.
"I came here to tell you that I will stop coming here," Satoru replied, his voice tinged with sadness. Your face showed an expression of hurt and a small "oh" escaped your lips. Satoru scratched his nape nervously.
"Satoru, will you promise me?" you asked, your voice soft but filled with emotion.
"Promise about what?" he asked, confused by your request.
"Promise me that you will meet us again and you won't forget the Morse code we created and also mine and Tomorrow's name," you told him with a smile, even though it hurt you deeply.
Satoru thought it wasn't that hard as he agreed, "I promise," he said with a smile. You smiled back, though a tinge of sadness lingered in your eyes, as he walked away to head inside his clan household. You stood there, staring at the ground, hiding the fact that you had a gift for him hidden behind your feet.
As Satoru disappeared from view, you let out a sigh, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you.
With a heavy heart, you bent down and retrieved the gift you had prepared for him, clutching it tightly in your hands.
Despite the pain of saying goodbye, you knew it was for the best. Holding onto the hope that someday, somehow, you and Satoru would meet again.
With a determined smile, you tucked the gift away, silently vowing to cherish the memories you shared and to keep your promise to never forget.
But that promise slowly faded away as Satoru grew older, the memories of his childhood slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.
Immersed in his duties as the heir of the Gojo clan, he became consumed by the weight of expectations and obligations.
As the years passed, the garden and the special moments he shared with you and Tomorrow became distant echoes in his mind, overshadowed by the demands of his position.
Slowly but surely, the memories began to blur, the Morse code becoming nothing more than a forgotten melody, and your name fading into the depths of his consciousness.
Despite his best efforts to hold on, Satoru found himself unable to recall the promise he had made to you that day.
It was as if a veil had been drawn over his past, shrouding it in a haze of forgetfulness.
With each passing day, the gap between Satoru's present and his cherished memories of the past widened, leaving him feeling lost and disconnected from the innocence and joy of his childhood.
As he continued to fulfill his duties as the heir of the Gojo clan, the promise he had once made to never forget slipped further and further from his grasp, lost to the passage of time.
**
Satoru woke up abruptly, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.
His hand instinctively went to his forehead, feeling the dampness of sweat, and then to his eyes, where he could still feel the lingering dampness of tears.
He realized he had been crying in his sleep.
What the hell is that dream?
Confusion and unease settled over him as he tried to make sense of the emotions that had stirred within him.
His heart felt heavy, weighed down by a sadness he couldn't quite place. Was it a dream that had brought him to tears, or was it something deeper, something he couldn't quite grasp?
As he lay there in the darkness, the remnants of his dream slipping away like smoke, Satoru couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered within him.
Despite the warmth of his surroundings, he felt an inexplicable chill in his bones, as if something precious had been lost to him forever.
Satoru lay back again, his mind still lingering on the vivid dream. Who was that young girl in his dream? He swore he had never met them before. With a sigh, he glanced at his clock and realized he was awake earlier than usual.
Feeling restless, Satoru got up and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth. As he stood in front of the mirror, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him. The memory of the dream lingered in the back of his mind, elusive yet haunting.
Despite his attempts to push it aside, Satoru found himself lost in thought, pondering the significance of the dream and the emotions it had stirred within him.
He is itching to know that person.
But as he rinsed his mouth and splashed water on his face, he resolved to put it behind him and focus on the day ahead. With a determined expression, he left the bathroom, ready to face whatever challenges awaited him.
At Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, Shoko and Geto stared at Satoru as if they had seen a ghost. "You're early, wow," Shoko said, amused, while Geto remarked, "You look like shit, dude."
Satoru groaned at them for being annoying. "Knock it off, you two!" he told them frustratedly as he rubbed his forehead, already feeling a headache coming on.
Both Shoko and Geto sat down in front of him after grabbing chairs. "Was it some girl?" Geto asked teasingly.
"I'll punch you in the face," Satoru told him annoyingly, clearly not in the mood for their jokes.
Shoko giggled at the exchange. "So it is a girl!" she said happily, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Satoru sighed heavily, covering his face with his arm at the desk in an attempt to ignore Shoko and Geto's antics.
The two glanced at each other before shrugging and engaging in another conversation, leaving Satoru to his thoughts.
His mind began to wander, trying to unravel the mystery of the dream that had left him feeling unsettled.
Did he really forget something?
The thought gnawed at him, but his childhood memories were a blur, a part of his past that he often avoided digging into.
As Shoko and Geto's voices faded into the background, Satoru couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he was missing, something important that he had left behind in the depths of his memories.
But as much as he tried to push the thought away, it lingered like a shadow, taunting him with its mysterious presence.
Even though it bugged Satoru, he continued his day like he usually did.
**
Satoru woke up in the middle of a field on a hill. Looking around, he found the surroundings peaceful, but confusion flooded his mind as he tried to comprehend how he had ended up there. Just as he was about to shout for someone, he heard a squeak.
His head swiftly turned to see a fox? But it didn't look like a normal fox; its color didn't match the foxes he knew. Perhaps it was a specific type of fox?
He felt that this was the fox in his other dream.
The fox stared at him with an unreadable expression before turning around and running away down the mountain.
Satoru's eyes widened, and before he knew it, his feet unconsciously began to run, trying to chase after the mysterious fox.
As Satoru made it to the top of the hill where the fox had led him, he stared down to see someone's back facing him. They knelt in front of the fox, giving it a chin rub, to which the fox responded with evident happiness.
Satoru was about to call out to the person, but to his horror, he found that his voice wouldn't come out.
Panic surged through him as he tried to walk forward, only to find himself stumbling and falling through darkness.
The sensation of falling seemed endless, and Satoru's mind raced with confusion and fear.
What was happening?
Where was he going?
And who was that person with the fox?
**
Satoru woke up again, this time to the sound of his alarm blaring. He sat up straight, turning off the alarm abruptly as he rubbed his eyes.
The remnants of the dream lingered in his mind, leaving him feeling unsettled.
"Ah, my head," Satoru muttered, rubbing his temples in an attempt to alleviate the headache that had crept in.
The vividness of the dream left him feeling disoriented as if it had a deeper significance that he couldn't quite grasp.
Satoru thought back to the person he had seen in his dream, trying to recall their features. He couldn't shake the feeling that the person was just around his age.
Could it be that person and the fox were the ones from his dream?
Sighing, Satoru stood up and went about his usual routine, pushing the strange dream to the back of his mind for the time being.
But the nagging feeling that there was something more to it lingered, leaving him unsettled as he went about his day.
**
Satoru called out to Shoko, who was smoking in the hallway. "Mhm?" she replied, blowing out a puff of smoke.
"Let me guess, did you and Suguru make another bet?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Satoru shook his head, a serious expression on his face.
He leaned against the wall, contemplating his thoughts for a moment before speaking again. "What would you do if you had a dream that felt so real?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Shoko took another drag of her cigarette before responding.
"Well, I guess it depends on the dream. But if it felt real, I'd probably try to figure out why it felt that way. Dreams can sometimes be a reflection of our subconscious thoughts and feelings, you know?" she replied, her tone thoughtful.
"But all dreams are just made up?" Satoru asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.
Shoko shrugged, taking another puff of her cigarette. "Well, believe what you want. I already gave you my answer to that question of yours," she said cryptically, leaving Satoru to ponder her words.
Satoru tried to question her further, but Shoko began to feel annoyed. She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily, her patience wearing thin.
"Look, Satoru, I don't have time for your quarter-life crisis," she snapped, her irritation visible. "If you keep bothering me with these questions, I swear I'll kill you."
Despite her threatening tone, Shoko knew she wasn't strong enough to actually harm Satoru.
It was more of an empty threat born out of frustration than anything else.
Satoru huffed in frustration as he walked away from Shoko, deciding to ask Geto the same question.
However, his attempt didn't go as planned, as Geto's patience wore thin much quicker than expected.
As Satoru began to ask his question, Geto's annoyance boiled over, and he almost ended up getting beaten up by Geto for the umpteenth time for annoying him with his constant questions.
Satoru quickly retreated, realizing that perhaps he needed to find the answers to his questions on his own.
**
Satoru woke up, finding himself back in his clan household's garden.
It was a maze-like garden, designed to intrigue and challenge visitors. His eyes were drawn to a glowing circle, its color matching his own eyes.
As it began to move inside the maze, Satoru felt a curious pull, compelling him to follow the mysterious object.
With cautious steps, he navigated through the intricate pathways of the maze, the hedges towering above him like walls of greenery.
The glowing circle led him deeper into the maze, its light casting eerie shadows on the foliage.
Despite the uncertainty swirling in his mind, Satoru felt a sense of determination driving him forward. He had to find out what this glowing object was and why it had led him here. With each twist and turn of the maze, he moved closer to unraveling the mysteries hidden within.
As soon as Satoru took a turn in the maze, he slowed to a stop when he saw the same fox whining at the back of a glowing young girl.
The girl was crying and digging into the ground, pushing something that resembled a letter. Satoru's interest was piqued by the unusual scene unfolding before him.
As the girl turned around, Satoru thought he would be able to see their face.
However, instead of a clear view, their face seemed to glow, obscuring his vision and making it harder for him to see their features.
They carried and hugged the fox tightly, tears streaming down her face, while the fox whined softly as if trying to comfort them in return.
A sense of empathy washed over Satoru as he watched the heartbreaking scene. He felt compelled to approach and offer his help, but he hesitated, unsure of how to intervene in such a mysterious and otherworldly situation.
Satoru's mouth unconsciously opened, but once again, his voice failed to emerge. His hand shot up to his neck, gripping it tightly in confusion.
He felt a surge of panic as he wondered if he had suddenly become mute.
Frantically, Satoru tried to speak, but no sound escaped his lips. The realization that something strange was happening washed over him, leaving him feeling helpless.
The young girl stopped crying and stood up, still carrying the fox in her arms before suddenly running away.
Satoru's eyes widened in surprise as he instinctively followed them, breaking into a run. However, he couldn't seem to move forward.
Instead, he felt as if an invisible force was pulling him backward, preventing him from reaching the girl and the fox.
Confusion clouded Satoru's mind as he struggled against the unseen barrier, his heart pounding with frustration and urgency. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
As he continued to struggle, his vision suddenly went dark.
**
Satoru woke up again, finding himself back in his dorm room. He sat up straight, blankly staring at the wall, lost in thought. Was this moment real or just another dream?
To confirm, he pinched himself and winced as he felt the pain, concluding that he was not dreaming at this moment.
Sighing in relief, Satoru tried speaking and was reassured by the sound of his own voice.
He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. As he looked into the mirror, he winced at the sight of his reflection.
His face appeared ruined from his messed-up sleeping schedule, with prominent bags under his eyes indicating how little sleep he had been getting.
As Satoru brushed his teeth, the memory of the garden dream flooded his mind.
He paused, toothbrush in hand, trying to recall the details of the dream. The image of the young girl burying something in the ground lingered in his thoughts.
"Maybe what the young girl buried was real," Satoru mused aloud to himself.
The idea took root in his mind, and he felt a sudden determination to find out the truth. Without hesitation, he made a decision.
"I should find out," he resolved, determination firm in his voice.
After brushing his teeth, Satoru quickly made up his mind to head back to his clan. He decided to ditch school in order to find the mystery of what the young girl had buried in the ground.
**
The maid spoke in a happy tone, "I'm so glad you came to visit, Gojo-sama," her voice filled with genuine warmth. She had been with Satoru during his childhood and had seen him grow up.
Satoru smiled back at her as they walked down the hallway together. "Well, I just had something to take care of here," he told her, keeping his purpose for returning to the clan grounds vague for now.
He didn't want to raise any suspicions about his sudden visit.
"You were just this small back then," the maid said, a fond smile on her face as she reminisced. She placed her hand on her waist, indicating Satoru's small height from his childhood days.
"You always ran away during lecture time because you had to go to the garden all the time," she chuckled, the memory bringing amusement to her voice.
Satoru froze on his spot, his mind intrigued by her words. "W-what do you mean?" he asked, his voice itching to know the answer.
"I mean you always had these imaginary friends," the maid explained gently, her tone understanding. "We saw that coming since you were a child. Maybe it was because you didn't have any other kids to play with at the time."
“You were always intrigued by the fennec fox or even those morse codes that you always show me.” She added
Satoru's eyes widened as the memories slowly started to come back to him.
The mention of the fennec fox and the morse code stirred something deep within him, unlocking fragments of his forgotten childhood.
"You should go ahead," Satoru told the maid, his mind consumed with the memories flooding back to him.
"But I thought you wanted to eat some food?" she asked, confused by his sudden change of plans.
"I just had to get something first from my room. I'll join later," Satoru reassured her, his tone urgent as he made his way towards his room.
The maid was about to protest, but before she could say anything, Satoru vanished, using his teleportation ability to make a quick escape.
She sighed and shook her head, accustomed to his unpredictable behavior, before heading to the kitchen to carry on with her tasks.
Satoru appeared in front of the garden, his determination driving him forward. He focused on remembering the path, trying his best to recall every twist and turn.
With each step, he made a conscious effort to scan the ground, searching for any signs of disturbance that might indicate something had been dug up.
As he navigated through the maze, Satoru kept an observation eye on his surroundings, his senses heightened with anticipation.
Every corner turned, every dead end reached, brought him closer to uncovering the truth behind the mysterious events that had unfolded in his dreams.
Satoru found a patch of dirt with growing grass, noticing how oddly dented it appeared.
Suspicion sparked in his mind, prompting him to dig into the soil using his bare hands.
"The gardener must not have noticed this. I guess they barely come to this part of the maze," Satoru muttered to himself as he continued to dig, determined to uncover whatever lay hidden beneath the surface.
Satoru's hand quickly grabbed the dirty paper, unfolding it with trembling fingers. His eyes widened in astonishment when he recognized the familiar handwriting—it was the letter he had made.
The realization sent a shiver down his spine as he struggled to comprehend how it had ended up buried in the garden.
Dear Future Me,
Hi! I hope you're having a good day! Remember that time when we met [Reader's name] and Tomorrow in the garden? It was super cool! We made a secret code together, just for us!
If you ever forget it, don't worry! It's
- --- -- --- .-. .-. --- .-- ! It's from Tomorrow, the fennec fox's name! Isn't that awesome?
I hope you always remember our fun times and our secret code, even when you're all grown up!
From,
Your 7-Year-Old Self! (☆▽☆)
Satoru's world seemed to come to a halt as he read the letter, flooded with memories of the day he had written it with you by his side.
He remembered the joy of creating the secret code together, the excitement of writing the letter to his future self. It felt like a precious capsule of time, frozen in his memory forever.
[Reader’s name] and Tomorrow…
Quickly, he folded the paper and hid it inside his pocket, wanting to keep it safe and close to him.
With a final glance at the spot where he had found the letter, Satoru carefully replaced the dirt, covering any trace of his discovery.
As he made his way back, he felt a sense of urgency, not wanting the maid to worry about his absence.
After spending the day at the clan, Satoru returned to his dorm, feeling a sense of peace wash over him.
As he prepared for bed, he made sure to take a moment to memorize the Morse code, repeating it over and over in his mind until it became second nature.
With the Morse code firmly ingrained in his memory, Satoru climbed into bed, ready to embrace whatever dreams may come.
As he drifted off to sleep, he held onto the hope that he would find answers and perhaps even more memories waiting for him in the realm of dreams.
**
Satoru woke up on the hill, greeted by the sight of the fall season around him.
He scanned his surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of Tomorrow and you, but they were nowhere to be found. Determined, he searched for a pile of leaves, his heart pounding with anticipation.
When he finally found one, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead.
With steady determination, he began to stomp his feet onto the leaves, creating the sound of the morse code echoing through the quiet air.
With each rhythmic beat, Satoru felt nervous while hoping this morse code still worked.
He continued the morse code, trusting that somehow, it would lead him to see you again.
After Satoru finished the code, he waited anxiously for the familiar voice to call out to him, but seconds turned into minutes, and there was only silence.
Disappointment weighed heavy in his heart as he stared up at the sky, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over him.
Just when he was about to give up, he felt a gentle nudge at his ankle.
Startled, he looked down to see the fennec fox, Tomorrow, rubbing its head against him, squealing and smiling in its own unique way.
"Tomorrow," Satoru whispered, his eyes widening in disbelief and wonder. In that moment, a spark of hope ignited within him once more.
Satoru was about to kneel and pet Tomorrow when he heard someone call out to the fennec fox.
Tomorrow's ears perked up, and with a joyful squeal, it darted toward the person, leaving Satoru momentarily stunned.
Turning quickly, Satoru's eyes widened as he saw you, someone he had been longing to see again, standing before him.
You knelt down and held out your hand, welcoming Tomorrow as it leaped onto your arm and perched on your shoulder, just like old times.
As you turned your gaze towards Satoru, your eyes slowly widened in surprise. "Satoru," you said, your voice filled with astonishment.
"You still-" Satoru began, but you cut him off.
"What took you so long?" you asked him.
Satoru was surprised by your words. "You still remember me?" he asked incredulously, pointing to himself.
"Of course. I've never stopped waiting for you," you replied with a smile, your eyes filled with warmth and sincerity.
Tomorrow whined softly, and you chuckled, giving the fennec fox a gentle chin rub as if you understood its whines.
"I mean, we never stopped waiting for you," you corrected yourself, including Tomorrow in your response to ensure they weren't left out.
Satoru couldn't help but unconsciously smile at the sight of you two together. He observed the both of you for a moment, taking in the changes since the last time he had seen you.
You looked more mature now, but still carried that familiar warmth in your eyes. Tomorrow remained the same playful fox, bringing a sense of familiarity and comfort to the moment.
"I'm sorry if I forgot our promise. You can punch me all you want," Satoru said, spreading his arms wide, and preparing himself for the certain punch he’ll face.
However, instead of a punch, he was taken aback as you stepped forward and enveloped him in a warm hug.
Tomorrow, sensing the affection, jumped down from your shoulder and rubbed its head against Satoru's ankle, offering its own form of comfort and forgiveness.
In that embrace, Satoru felt a wave of gratitude and relief wash over him, knowing that despite his forgetfulness, the bond between you all remained strong.
"What matters right now is that you're here," you told him, your voice soft and filled with warmth as you continued to hold him in the embrace.
Satoru felt a sense of peace wash over him as he slowly wrapped his arms around your back, returning the hug with equal sincerity.
"I won't forget you. Ever. I really promise," Satoru whispered, his words sincere and heartfelt, leaving you giggling softly in response.
At that moment, surrounded by the presence of each other and the playful affection of Tomorrow, Satoru felt a sense of reassurance that some bonds were truly unbreakable, no matter the passage of time.
He might just not want to wake up anymore.
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Do you mind making a fanfic where König slowly falls in love with the reader that's the team medic. And can it be smut towards the end that's more vanilla than rough?
Hiii! Thank you for the request. Also sent back in November. I always get carried away with these. CW; alcohol consumption but over all its very tame and a little fluffy :)
Working for Kortac wasn't always easy but it sure was awarding. Being the team medic/doctor had its perks. You mostly worked on base, or different outposts. You rarely experienced field work, but you weren't completely useless. The rest of the team wouldn't allow it, specially the Colonel.
You train with them, eat with them, shower with them, cause you are one of them.
As well as going out after a successful mission, when everyone is preparing for there leave. A nice hooray before a break.
You've been with Kortac for little over a year now, you made friendships with almost everyone. The Lifesaver they call you, out of respect and also taking the piss. Getting a nickname meant you were really family.
You don't talk about your personal life, no one does and no one asks questions. But it's not like you want to talk about your failures and joining the military was you lose ditch effort to pursue your dreams. Working in the hospital wasn't ideal anymore, the mundane day after day was draining you. And your tremors destroyed your opportunity to your goal as a board certified surgeon.
Wearing your civvy clothes, nothing special. Your favorite pair of jeans, a simple top and chunky boots. It's a tad chilly so you threw a warm leather jacket over it to tie it all in. Taking a cab with Roze to the local bar. Chatting about plans and wants. Roze using her leave to go climb a mountain. Telling her you wish you had her ambition and discipline. And her telling you that she could teach you some time.
The cab stopped in front of the bar, a fairly busy night. A small group of people were gathered around chatting and smoking cigarettes. Some of them you recognize as your teammates, and the Colonel. He made you dizzy, every time your eyes find him every cell in your body buzzes. Like flies to a street lamp.
Like a million butterflies in your tummy, beating against the inside tying to break out. You waving back to the ones that waved to you, making your way into the bustling bar. Leading the way to the bar, Roze close behind.
"We should find a both, I'm not being stuck at a fucking table." Roze gritted into your ear, remembering the last time you two went out with the boys. "Go find one I'll order our drinks. The usual?" you offered. She gave you a big smile and squeeze to your upper arm. "You are a doll, do you know that?" she yelled as she made her way through the crowd.
You finally flagged down the busy bartender, ordering Roze her vodka soda and your old fashion. Looking out into the crowd trying to find the others. Spotting them at a big booth in the back, a big screen rght above playing some sort of football game.
With a loud clink the bartender dropped the drinks in front, snatching the change out of your hand before turning away to help another. Carefully making your way through the crowd to the others, watching has Roze and Hutch lively convo. Setting the drink down before sliding it over to Roze who mouthed a silent thank you to you.
You slid into the other end of the both the faced out towards the bar, right up to a very tired looking Oni who looked unintereseted in whatever Horangi was saying. "What's up cool cat." he cooed to you, his big arm snaking around to give you a tight hug. "Getting drunk." you cheered raising your drink, the two cheering in agreement as they clinked their glass against eachother.
"Room for one more?" his thick deep accent purred for behind you. Colonel König sliding in beside you, taking up the rest of the both. Causing you to shift over to Oni to your right. "You smell like shit." Horangi exclaimed, raising his glass towards König. Causing the giant to bark with laughter, raising his pint towards the Korean. Causing some to slosh to the side and drip in front of you.
Indistinctively making you jump back to not get any of the stinky lager to get on you. "Sorry about the doll." his rumbling voice reached your ears. Making you blush and say "It's all good sir." taking a big gulp of your drink. Shrinking back as the others talked, stopping once in a while to include you.
König's leg brushing up against yours every now and than. If you were any the wiser you'd think he was doing it on purpose. Downing the last of your drink you plopped it on the solid table with a clank. König eyeing the empty glass while he finished his own. Kindly taking it with him as he went to get another fill.
Roze gave you an odd look from across the table, you just shrugged it off. She's been trying to convince you that the Austrian has been pinning for you. You brush it off as him being kind, but he's never that kind. Small things like bringing you things he found that reminded you of him. Small like trinkets and tchotchkes, either hand delivering them himself or leaving at your door.
Always being the first on the team, even before the muscle. Having first pick over any new recruits, a small luxury. Like you said, he's just kind. And very straight forward and to the point. A confident and cocky man, that knows what he wants and always gets it. And it's definitely not you.
It wasn't long until the Colonel returned with his drink and yours, setting down a colorful fruity drink in front of you. Causing a laugh from the others, but you just blinked at it. "I think this is yours." as you shifted it across the table to Hutch. Who gladly took the free drink cause booze is booze baby. "Aw Koni pal, you shouldn't have." he nearly had it to his lips before König thick hand grabbing Hutch's wrist, giving it a light squeeze before saying "It's not yours." in his husky accent. Bringing it back to you, holding it out. "Do you not like?" he asked curiously.
You weren't sure what was happening, was this some joke that you just didn't understand. "No." you said flatly, eyeing Roze for some help but she just eagerly gulped down her own ignoring you. "Can you excuse me." as you brushed passed the giant now looking at the drink in confusion.
Going to the bar you ordered two shots of the strongest liquor they had. Taking them down like a champ you asked for another old fashion. Feeling a warm hard body brush up next to you, seeing the Colonel standing beside you with that stupid drink still in his hand.
"I'm sorry Katze, I thought you would like." he started to explain. The bartender interrupting to give you your whiskey, taking a quick sip before König moved the drink so it was next to you. "It reminds me of you, that's all." he finished. You snorted into your glass and nearly choked on the smooth amber. Huffing out a coughing laugh.
"I'm sorry sir, but how does that remind you of me?" you giggled, finally feeling the alcohol settle into your worn bones.
"It's colorful like you." he said confidently and also confused at how you dont see it. "I'm colorful?" you asked, taking the drink from his hand. Your fingers lightly brushing against his, bringing the liquid to your nose before downing the whole thing in one try. And setting it back into his hand that remained in place.
König eyes widened at your bold display, a fire burning into them as he watched you lips grip the rim of the curved glass. The way your necked bobbed as you swallowed the sweet liquid. The fire burning a path straight to his pants. Feeling himself grow to life and strain against the front zipper.
"It's nice to see you like this sir." you blurted out and immediately regretting it. Ok, last drink and your leaving, you scolded yourself. "What do you mean?" his curosity peeked. You waved his answer away, getting embarssed by your loose lips. "Dont get shy on me now." he pushed. Moving hs big body into yours more, pining you to the bar stool.
"It's just, your so human." you whispered. A little nervous to his reacton, but instead he leaned his head back and barked out a laugh. Causing people around to jump at the sudden loud sound. A few moving away from the big man.
"That was a good one Katze." he leaned further down to your face. "I like seeing you like this." his hand slowly running from your wrist to your neck, holding it in place. "Like what sir?" you mummured, eyeing his lips as they moved closer to your own. "Flustered." he breathed into your mouth, closing the gap and kissing you deeply. His hand moving to the back of your head to keep you in place. Your lungs seizing to produce air as you felt his soft lips move against yours.
He pulled away slowly, moving his hand to your face, running his thumb over your bottom lip. Your lungs screamed, finally sucking in a deep breath. You could feel the heat rise to your face, you must look like a tomato right now.
"So damn cute." he continued, looking away from you to your abandoned drink at the bar. "Are you done?" he questioned. You were buzzing, almost right out of your skin. So light headed all you could do his shake your head yes. König took that as his sign to make a move, so he lead you out of the bar into the cold night.
"This way doll." as he pulled you to the direction of the quiet street, you could spot the bmw shining under the moon light. "I'll drive us back." he reached the passenger door, holding it open for you as you climbed in. Closing it softly as he jogged to the drivers side, climbing in and the car roared to life.
The drive back to the base passed in a flash, König nearly dragging you through the building towards his own room. His high status warrants his own private quarters. A small living and dining area, followed by his bedroom and attached bathroom. He unlocked the door with haste and pulled you in. Spinning you around so you were pushed against the back of the door.
His strong body on yours, you heard the click of the lock slide into place. König lips once again on yours, nipping and sucking. Making a trail down your neck, pulling the zipper of your jacket down and off your arms. Tossing it towards his table, his hands finding your ass and hauling you up. You legs mindlessly wrapping around his waist, tugging him into your core more. Earning a low moan, vibrating from his chest.
He yanked at the collar of your shirt, a clean tear running down the front exposing your breast to his mouth. Pulling a yelp from you as he nipped at the sensitive skin. He turned you both around and towards his room, kicking the door open and dropping you on the bed.
"Sir-" you tried to let out but König's lips swallowed your words. "Shhh, baby. Let me make you feel good. Ja." he whispered into your mouth, making you melt into the bed. All you could do was shake your head has you fully leaned back, closing your eyes.
König made good with your clothes, leaving you only in your panties. You watched has he removed his shirt and shoved his jean and brief's to the floor, kicking them away as he climbed back on and slotted himself between your thighs.
Pining your spread knees to your stomach, rubbing his face against your clothed core. His big nose carding its self along your slit, building pressure against your clit. Pulling moans from you, throwing your head back.
König took his time, running his face up and down your thighs. Kissing from your ankle to your inner thigh, over your soaking core, and down the other leg. Licking path across your skin and blowing on the wetness, goosebumps spreading across your body.
Pulling your hard buds into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and sucking. His teeth grazing on the sensitive nipple and lightly nipping. Relishing in the noises hes drawing from you. Humming in approval, slowly pulling down your panties and letting them get lost on the bed.
His fingers find your center, the thick heavy digits ghosting up and down. Gathering the wetness that pushed through, pressing his wide thumb right against your clit. Making you buck into his hand more, König's mouth still on your tits.
He worked his thick middle finger into you, slowly opening you for him. Working knuckle by knuckle, whispering praises into your ear. Pushing another finger into you, making you whimper at the stretch.
"Ko, please." you pleaded with him, feeling his low chuckle. His hot mouth against your ear, cooing "Patience love." as his fingers pump in and out of you. Feeling your slick slide down your ass and onto the sheets.
Whining at the loss of his fingers, but feeling the head of his dick running up and down. Collecting your wetness and spreading it over him before the tip catches you needy hole. Snapping his hips fowards ripped a cry from your throat. Your legs clamping around him and tightening.
"Shh, shhh. Quiet now pretty girl. I'm sorry, I'll be more carefully." and he kept true to his word. His cock slowly stretching you open, your warm folds inviting him in. Squeezing and pulsing around him, König cherished every moment.
Sensually thrusting in and out, lazily rolling his hips. Making sure he pulls orgasm after orgasm from your body.
Not stopping until your begging and pleading with him. Incoherently going on about it being too much, too sensitive.
König could lose himself in you, deeper and deeper. Holding back to not scare you. Wanting to make it all about his sweet little medic. The moment he laid eyes on you he was hooked. Those sweet eyes and kind smile, how quick and smart you were. Such a soft thing, you shouldn't be in this line of field.
Finally letting himself go, he buried himself deeper. Releasing pressed right up against your cervix, shoveling as much as he could to your core. Letting out one last guttural moan as he collapsed onto you, only rolling over when you started banging against his back. Taking you with you, you settled on his chest.
König laid out completely satisfied, head back and eyes closed. He could feel you staring at him.
"Sleep" he commanded. Hearing your giggle as you continued to stare.
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Humiliating the Cop
The University Officer at my college is always riding my ass for "bullying." Apparently some wimps went crying to him after I teased them around. Now he's constantly watching me. The dude needs to chill, and I'm gonna make him!
All it'll take is a confrontation with my handy hypnotic pendant. One look at the gem dripping down my neck and his mind will be ripe the picking!
"Yo, Officer!" I call his attention and march right up to the goody-two-shoes. He looks just as high-and-mighty as ever.
"Something going on?" he gives me a disapproving glare, "You causing trouble again?"
"Wouldn't dream of it, big guy," I pull the pendant out of my shirt, "Just wanted to show my favorite piggy something."
He grimaces and opens his mouth, but before he can deliver his comeback, his eyes catch sight of the glowing jewel on my neck. The tension in his body relaxes while his jaw drops open. He looks like a brain dead idiot, but that just means he's ready for some instructions.
I start to explain his new job to him. Things are going to be different around here. This cop's not going to be the high-and-mighty enforcer of justice he used to be, and there's nothing he can do but nod his head dumbly and agree!
A week later I catch sight of the cop carrying a bucket of soapy water down the hall. Some nerd I'm intimidating squeals for his help.
The officer just shakes his head, "Sorry, I'm busy right now. I have to go scrub graffiti off a stall in the men's room."
"That's my art, piggy. You like what I spray painted in there?" I chuckle.
"Oh, it was very well done," he answered quickly, searching my eyes for approval, "I didn't realize it was yours, sir. I'll just leave it alone."
The dweeb I have pinned against the wall is dumbfounded and asks again for some help before I interrupt, "Jesus, tell this kid to just shut up and hand over his lunch."
The cop nods and turns a stern face to my victim, "Son, be quiet and give him what he wants, now."
After handing over his packed meal, the student scurries away. I obviously had the officer wrapped around my mean finger. I used him to help me bully a few other kids throughout the rest of the week. I even had him vandalize the principal's car for me, but I wanted him to fall a little further from grace..
Most of the cafeteria snickered quietly behind the officer's back. I put him in another trance that morning, telling him that his new responsibilities as campus security was to "Mop up the messes before anyone else can."
He spent all day running around the hallways with a mop and bucket. During lunch, I knocked the food out of everyone's hands and enjoyed watching him crawl behind as he struggled to keep up with each new mess.
By the end of the day, a few of the more outgoing football jocks had joined in on teasing the man.
"Yo, officer," the athlete chuckled, as he poured a soda out onto the floor.
"Yes, sir?"
I have him calling everyone 'sir,' now. He's basically lower than everyone on the totem pole now. Even still, I thought he could drop lower...
After a quick discussion with the police chief, I had him fired from the department. Don't worry though! I got him a job as a janitor at the school. He works for free, but at least he's got something to do all day.
Using the hypnotic pendant, I essentially took over his life. I had the police chief hire me in the cop's place. I moved into the man's lovely home, and acquainted myself with his beautiful wife. After, introducing her to my glowing necklace, she quickly realized that I was a million times better than her disgusting husband.
He still sees her every once in awhile when he comes over to clean the place, but he's not allowed to speak to women anymore. She only talks to him when she's criticizing his janitorial capabilities, anyway.
I've got to say that I'm a much better officer than that annoying prick ever was. At least, I have a lot more fun using the uniform than he ever did. Call me sadistic, but I'm still thinking of ways to bring the guy down a peg...
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Things Y/N says in the Horror House
Plot: Just the title XD Or 'Y/N having a rough time all the time*
Warnings: Sexual references and course language
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"Freddy- Freddy you are a grown man- "
"CHUCKY YOU STOP ENCOURAGING HIM- "
"No no, Patrick, I was not looking at you and wouldn't dream of looking at you no no no Oh would you look at that, Chucky's trynna get Bubba to sniff glue again, so good talk I gotta go- "
"Bubba, I- I just... I desperately want to help you, but- I just- I have... I have no idea what you're saying to me."
"Pennywise how many times have I told you don't transform into residents of the home!! You are going to cause an accident!"
*Gassp* "Oh my god... Michael is going to murder you."
*Gasp* "Who told Carrie the f word!? I THOUGHT WE HAD AN AGREEMENT STU."
"THATS IT!- I HAVE SEEN ENTIRELY TOO MANY PENISES IN THIS HOUSE. WE AS A COMMUNITY ARE GOING TO NEED TO START LOCKING THE TOILET DOOR."
"Jen I need so much therapy... "
"Bubba don't put that in the muffins."
"Oh yes Billy I can ground you- JASON COME ON IN NOW AND BRING THE SHOVEL."
"Jason, you are an angel."
"Jason are you serious right now? Put all the Slashers down- "
"Jerry, stop trying to seduce everyone. You're about to win over Freddy and you're gonna regret it I promise you."
"Billy? Stu? Whoever you are take off that stupid mask and go to bed."
"Between you and me Jen... Patrick terrifies me."
"THATS IT- you two CANNOT play together anymore!!"
*Jamming the end of a broom into the ceiling while Chiffany do marital things~ in the room above* "IT. IS. BED. TIME."
"Penny what are you doing... sneaking into Chucky and Tiffany's room... you know what I don't wanna know. As you were."
"Freddy do you... can you just think about the things that you say?"
"What do you mean Bubba's brothers are coming for a visit!?!?"
"Jason I have your mother on the phone!! She says I love you and please put the doll down." (Spoiler alert. Pamela was not on the phone)
"Put Chucky down." (At least 7 times a damn day)
(Part 1) "Okay... someone's gotta feed Aubrey II. I volunteer Micha- where did he go??"
(Part 2) "AUBREY TWO. AUBREY TWO SPIT HIM UP THIS INSTANT."
(Part 3) "Oh, so you listen to Carrie, huh... stupid plant."
(Part 4) "So for now on Carrie will be in charge of feeding the killer plant."
"... Oh god why on earth is Chucky laughing in the other room... "
"What do you mean 'what am I doing baking at midnight?', its called stress baking, I am literally terrified 24-7 around here and the sweets are the only thing between me and 6th degree online shopping addiction."
"... No... Michael I am not on Amazon... "
"I AM NOT Y'ALLS SEX EXPERT. STOP ASKING ME AWKWARD QUESTIONS- no, no, except you Carrie. You get back here and get an education. Don't listen to Freddy- "
"Chucky stop bullying Bubba."
"Oh, what am I doing? Well, Jason and Michael are glaring at eachother from across the room and I'm moving out."
"Behave or I will get Freddy- OH YES I WILL I AM ON MY FINAL STRAW HERE."
"Billy, Stu, leave Michael alone."
"... *Sigh*... I didn't think I needed to actually say this... but please do not watch porn in the livingroom."
(Part 1) "Tiffany help me to understand what you see in Chucky."
(Part 2) "Tiffany stop helping me I don't want to know these things."
"So this is how I die."
"Patrick that is a spectacular tie- annnnd he's just walked past me without a word... "
"Pamela is coming everyone act like you have impulse control."
"No Jerry I'm not gonna bet on who's gonna win todays fight between Freddy and Jason- alright, 10 on Jason."
"... *Deep breath* ... I'm gonna buy that platter on Amazon I don't need."
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First of all I hope this is the request section second of all love your writings you’ve done so far <3 now to my request, I’ve been seeing way to many edits about dream in mr beast Antartica video. What if fem/reader went along with them and slept with in dream,sapnap, jimmy tent. It would be a dream x reader, friends to lovers or already a couple your choice :). Can’t wait to read more from you <3
⇝ARTIC COLD.
CC! DreamWasTaken x FEM!Reader.
SUMMARY: Spending 50 hours in Antarctica wasn't on your list of things to do this month, but neither was sharing a sleeping bag with your crush.
WARNINGS: Fluff, mentions of blood, illness (Dream's ill the whole time ☠️.), a lot of swearing!
A/N: My first request!! Thank you so much for it! <3 I chose the friends to lovers route with it, and kind of got carried away cause I love this idea (as you'll see)!! I'm actually really proud of this one, it might be my favourite piece of writing yet LMAO. Requests are still open!! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you all for the support! <33
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You were used to travelling at this point.
Living with some of the biggest content creators of the year and creating content yourself meant that you were always being invited to places, whether it be conventions or get-togethers with internet friends.
And although you were well acquainted with Karl and knew who he worked for, you had never expected to be invited to be part of one of Mr Beast's survival challenges alongside your roommates and his crew, and you would've been crazy to even imagine you'd be invited to travel to Antarctica of all places.
After living for half a year in one of the warmer states in the U.S., you didn't know how you were meant to survive below 0 degrees when all you had to wear were tank tops and the occasional long sleeved shirt.
Which meant you were stuck borrowing your roommates' big chunky jackets and sweaters that they had brought alongside them for the trip.
It wasn't as if you weren't used to borrowing clothes from them, hell, you were pretty sure most of your closet consisted of Dream's clothes that were too small to fit him anymore.
But that didn't make it any less embarrassing.
"You look like a penguin."
George snorted as soon as you stumbled out of the jet's tiny bathroom, sporting one of the many jackets you were required to wear before exiting the aircraft and stepping onto Antarctica.
"Go fuck yourself." You sneered back, zipping your coat up to your chin and shoving your hands into the pockets, somehow already feeling the chill from the outside despite not having landed yet. "I'm afraid I won't be able to look as stylish as you wish me to during our stay in fucking Antarctica."
"I think you look stylish enough." Clay teased cheekily as he walked up from behind you, large hands landing on your shoulders to manoeuvre you out of his way, causing you to roll your eyes long enough to cause a headache at the cockiness he was exhibiting simply because you had chosen to wear his clothes instead of anyone else's.
"You're just saying that because it's your jacket she's wearing." Nolan commented as Karl helped him zip up the last of the many coats he was wearing, a teasing tone in his voice.
"And she looks good in it, what's the issue?" Dream didn't seem to want to back down from their back and forth, as usually happened with those. When Nolan didn't respond, the blond turned his head around and shot you a grin along with a thumbs up, his silent way of boasting after one of his so-called wins.
"You're such an idiot." You muttered under your breath as Sapnap handed you one of the many scarves that were littered across the floor, and you for one were glad that you had something to cover your face, not wanting anyone to notice the warmth that had risen to your cheeks after your small interaction with Dream.
Despite you living with him for almost a full year, he had somehow never gotten the memo about your true feelings towards him, unlike both Sapnap and George and half of the goddamn internet, who were full-on convinced that you were head over heels for the previously faceless YouTuber, and to be fair, they weren't far off.
He'd been the first one to reach out after lurking around in your streams, the first one to invite you into their server and make an effort to include you into the ongoing lore, to add you to streams with his internet friends and therefore introduce you to the people who you now considered to be your best friends.
It was inevitable, really. After countless hours spent listening to each other's voices through your speakers and being one of the first people to see his face despite his initial fear of rejection, how could you not fall in love with him? He was perfect, from the way his nose crinkled when he smiled to the countless moles adorning his body, he was perfect.
It was stupid, really, how hard you'd fallen for someone who had started out as a simple stranger on the internet who happened to also play Minecraft to one of the people you loved the most.
And you were going to make sure that he'd never know how much you truly loved him, the chances of your confession ruining the friendship you both had built too high to even consider.
"Why are you guys just standing around, we're about to land!" Jimmy came out of the cockpit, clapping his hands together and ushering everyone towards their luggage in an effort to get you to get ready quicker. "Come on! I don't want any of you catching frostbite and dying on me!"
"Wait, that's possible!?"
Despite all the layers of clothing Dream was currently sporting, he somehow managed to feel your hand wrap around his elbow, shuffling closer to his taller build as you readied to exit the aircraft.
"You okay?" He pulled his ski mask down below his lips so he could send you a reassuring smile, his juniper eyes obscured by the ski goggles that sat snuggly on his face.
"Yep. Totally okay. Totally not freaking out because we're about to spend 50 hours in the coldest place on earth. Totally fine, Clay." Your words came out of your mouth almost at the speed of light as your gloved hands fumbled with the scarf around your neck, receiving a laugh from the blond in response.
"Calm down. I doubt Jimmy will actually let us die, okay?" He moved your hands away from your face and fixed your problem himself, the smile on his lips only growing as his fingers brushed against your warming cheeks, a huge contrast to the cold air swirling outside.
"And if you do, just make sure to tell everyone to like and subscribe, okay?" A small 'oof!' left you as Chandler slammed his hands on your shoulders from behind, getting a slightly angered glare from Dream and a few giggles from the others at his action.
"Fuck you, man." You smiled, the sweet yet very brief encouragement you'd received lifting your spirits almost immediately.
But they were swiftly dampened as the doors opened, and holy fucking shit, you'd underestimated how cold it was going to be.
The sun was shining onto your small group, but not a single trace of warmth was felt on your skin, and oh god what you'd give to be back home curled underneath your bed covers holding Patches in your arms.
Jimmy didn't spare a single second to start the challenge, already heading over to the spot he'd claimed would be perfect for the makeshift camp that would be your home for the next two days.
Luckily, you'd been tasked with carrying one of the lighter pieces of luggage, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't almost busted a lung laughing whenever you saw one of the boys slip or trip and fall flat on their faces, but you did stop every time Dream stopped to cough, knowing he had caught a chill right before boarding the plane and the freezing temperatures you were being forced to travel through would likely do him no good.
After surviving a surprise blizzard and almost slipping a few times, you finally reached the spot Jimmy had marked in his mental map. You were almost ready to collapse into the soft looking snow, but of course, you were forced to put up the tents you'd be staying in, which proved even more difficult than propping up a normal tent in the woods, thanks to the never ending wind and slippy snow.
But as soon as you were allowed into the safety of the main tent, you curled into a ball in the corner and fought with your gloves to turn on your phone, which barely worked due to the cold.
"What the fuck are you trying to do with that?" Sapnap groaned as he fell to the ground in front of you, spying at the device in your hands as if he were some sort of prehistoric man and this was his first contact with fire. "You're an actual imbecile if you think there's going to be even a sliver of reception here."
You stuck your tongue out to him and moved to kick his side with your snow boots, snickering in victory as he finally moved away from you, leaving an empty spot at your side as Jimmy started to take out the strange contraptions that were required to make food in such extreme weather, but you were too tired to listen in to his explanation.
"Made you something." You visibly cringed at the sound of Dream's groggy voice before he came into view, ski mask and goggles abandoned so you could see clearly how red and runny his nose was, gloves off so he could hand you the warm packet of food he claimed to have made.
"Didn't know you were a Rudolph cosplayer.", You commented on his appearance with a sly smile, almost dropping the food as you felt him curl into your side, head falling onto your shoulder with a shaky moan of pain, clearly not amused by your attempt at a joke. "You okay?"
"No. Not okay." He whined, his warm breath hitting your neck from where his head was situated and causing goosebumps to form, your body still not used to this much proximity with him. "I feel like shit. Like… worse than shit."
You'd normally roll your eyes at such a statement, but you knew now that he was telling the truth, you'd seen the blood he coughed up the day before during your stay in Chile, and you knew that a cold could quickly turn into something way worse given the time.
You were ready to offer him help with whatever he needed, but you were cut off before you could even begin as you saw his mouth open wide from the corner of your eye.
"Wh-"
"Feed me." He attempted to say without closing his mouth, soft eyes looking up at you through his long eyelashes with a pleasing look. "C'mon. Hungry."
You tried to ignore the head creeping up your neck as you reached into the bag with the plastic spoon to scoop up some of the now lukewarm food out and into his mouth, watching as he closed his mouth around the spoon and gulped, moaning softly at the taste.
"Holy shit that might actually be the best thing I've ever tasted." He opened his mouth again, waiting for you to shovel a bit more food into his mouth.
"Oh, so what you said about my pesto was a lie?" You said, pouting in mock sadness as you repeated your action, shoving the spoon into his mouth a bit too hard and making him choke, but before you could apologise, he shook his head, answering your previous accusation.
"Okay, second best. Your cooking skills put this delicious cold goop to shame." He joked between a few chews, nudging you slightly with his shoulder. "You know that."
"Ah, so you're comparing my food to this?" You raised the bag in question and shook it a bit to further your point, trying your best to not burst out laughing at how panicked he looked as he tried to explain himself; a frown etching onto his face as you finally broke and let out a soft giggle.
"You're making fun of me." He finally seemed to realise as you nodded in response, about to shove some snow in your face if it weren't for the spoon that was shoved into his mouth and the puppy eyes you shot in his direction.
"Truce?"
The gulp he made was enough of a response for you.
Once the spoon you had used for Dream was well disposed of (you didn't want to risk getting ill yourself), you started eating some of the food yourself, Dream's head still snugly resting on your shoulder as he watched your every movement, making small talk every now and then and joining in on the conversations the others were having.
"Okay, it's like… almost midnight." Jimmy commented as he stared down at his watch, everyone staring back at him with the same bewildered expression, since the sun was still shining down onto your small camp. "We gotta get to bed."
"But it's still sunny outside!" Karl whined, pulling back the entrance slap to stare outside for a split moment, everyone immediately shouting at him for letting the cold in.
"And it's going to stay like that! Did the American school system fail you this badly!? Haven't you lot learnt about Antarctica? The sun is always up here!" George exclaimed in frustration, already zipping up his jacket, urging everyone else to abandon their food and do the same.
"Exactly! So let's get into our tents and try to get some rest, okay?" Jimmy encouraged, trying his best to keep everyone's morale up, picking up his sleeping bag and waiting for everyone to be ready before opening the tent.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You heard Sapnap curse as he followed his group into the tent with their sleeping bags, your own pressed to your chest for extra warmth until you reached the tent you'd be staying in, quickly making yourself at home on the right side.
"Dibs!" You didn't even try to hide the amusement in your voice as you slammed your bag and belongings onto the plastic ground, immediately starting to zip down the giant coat you'd been wearing.
"Yeah, yeah." Jimmy rolled his eyes with a smile as he and Nolan claimed the left side, leaving Dream standing at the entrance in confusion, staring at the empty spot beside your sleeping bag as if it was an abomination of nature.
His brain hadn't seemed to comprehend that he'd be sleeping next to you when you confessed you'd feel safer sleeping in the same tent as him, he had simply assumed you'd be sleeping next to Nolan or Jimmy, not him.
"You okay, dude? You're letting in all the cold." Your voice snapped him out of the daze he had been in, rapidly nodding instead of answering since he really didn't trust his voice to work right then.
Once the tent was zipped up tight, he awkwardly shuffled towards you, watching intently as you pushed your jackets off, which left you in the tight shirt all of you wore beneath the heaps of coats.
His hands shook as he undid his sleeping bag, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the cold or because of how close to you he was going to be in a few minutes.
And he didn't know why this was affecting him so much, he'd been cuddled up into your side less than an hour ago, and he wouldn't be able to count the times you'd crawled into his bed back home after a nightmare or if you were being too lazy to make the few steps that it took from his room to yours. He'd had you in his arms, hell, he'd felt the warm skin of your waist beneath his open palms that one time he helped you decorate the Christmas tree, so why was this different?
Maybe he was deluded.
That's probably right, his cold had gotten so bad that it was affecting his senses, which meant he was now super fucking awkward around you and wanted nothing more than to hide his face in the crook of your neck and feel once again your warm skin bene-
What?
What the fuck?
What the actual fuck?
He froze in his tracks as he stopped his train of thought from going any further, his face heating up as he reviewed the thoughts about you that seemed to have infiltrated his mind.
Well…. it wasn't like he hadn't ever thought about you like that, it was sort of inevitable. You were one of his closest friends, (maybe his closest, but don't tell George that.) and yeah, maybe once in a while he had thought about kissing you, about threading his fingers through your hair and tracing every feature on your pretty face while you laid in his arms.
And… and maybe he had told himself that all those times you had come to him at night for comfort or had stayed in his arms while watching a movie, were nothing but platonic, that you would probably do the same with Sapnap or George (despite the absolute fucking jealousy he felt brewing inside of him at the thought of you lying in their arms instead of his.) and the moments you spent talking about everything and anything at the same time weren't reminiscent to all of his past relationships, because this wasn't a relationship! He was your best friend! Not some creep that was in love with the girl who trusted him the most! Nope! No way.
He nodded to himself in confirmation as he finally finished setting up his sleeping bag, flopping down onto it with an angered huff, ignoring the amused look you sent in his direction.
"You're going to sleep like that?" You questioned, poking his side teasingly, causing him to yelp and move away from your touch as if it was poison as quickly as he could, snapping his head down to look at his outfit.
His cheeks went even redder (if humanly possible) as he realised he had been this close to falling asleep in full Antarctica tactical gear, quickly shoving all of his layers off so he was in the tight shirt your two other tent-mates were also wearing.
"You're so stupid." You snorted at him with a fond smile, turning around on top of your makeshift bed to pick up your phone and some earphones you'd been smart enough to bring. "Downloaded some anime Karl recommended, you want to watch an episode before we sleep?" You offered, making sure your voice was low enough that it didn't disturb Jimmy or Nolan, who were busy talking to the cameraman; lifting an earbud in one hand and waving it around enticingly.
"Y-Yeah, why not?" He smiled back at you, awkwardly shuffling towards you and keeping his distance because he was your friend who respected your boundaries and definitely did not like you.
He sputtered out a whine as you rolled your eyes and pulled his sleeping bag flush against yours, forcing him to sit right next to you, arm to arm, leg to leg and foot to foot. He raised a shaking hand to pop in the earbud you handed to him and tried his best to focus on the screen and not on how fucking warm your skin felt against his, how cute you sounded when you let out a short snort or a low giggle, how pretty you looked from the side with the glow of your phone reflecting your features.
Fuck.
You, for one, were actually enjoying the show at hand (despite only having one earbud, but that didn't matter.), and not focusing on how close Dream was to you, something you were learning to do after all the times you'd spent curled into his side at his bed back home.
You hadn't really thought about how the sleeping arrangements would work back on the plane, you were more concerned about the plastic device Jimmy had shoved into your hand and tried his best to explain how it was supposed to help you use the restroom.
But now that you were given the time to breathe, you finally realised how close you'd be to him, the thought enough to make you want to shove your face into a pillow and scream into it like a schoolgirl, just like every time you ended up in his arms.
Before the episode could finish, the cameraman left after filming a bit of Jimmy and Nolan, the latter escorting him out and turning back around, his gaze flicking down to your sleeping bag.
"Ah, shit, your bag's ripped."
"What?" You let your phone fall onto your lap and leaned over your legs to grab at the end of what would've been your bed if it weren't for the giant gash that had split the bottom in half, exposing your socks to the outside. "Fuck! Jimmy!"
The man in question popped his head up from where he was lying down, surveying the damage before biting the inside of his cheek in thought, scratching his chin.
"Uh… I don't think we've got any spares. Are… Are you okay with sharing or something? I mean, you know Karl, he'll probably be up all night so you can probably take his or share…?"
Dream didn't want to admit how horrible the thought of you leaving his tent to share with Karl was and how disgusting he felt as the jealousy grew in a pit of his stomach as he kept on thinking about it.
"Uh-" You looked down at the threads hanging out of the tear, shrugging your shoulders as you silently agreed. "I mean… as long as Karl's okay with it…? I don't mind."
"Great! Here, let me hel-"
"You can just share with me."
Dream's groggy voice cut off Jimmy's enthusiastic one, causing all of the tent to snap their head into his direction, as if you had forgotten he was there.
"That's fine, right?"
"Yeah!" You cried out a bit too eager, quickly coughing and changing your tone of voice to a more mellow one. "Yeah, that's fine."
"Oookay! That's actually better. A lot of people huddle close for heat here so let's see if you help Dream with that cold of his, eh?" Jimmy nodded, slipping his sleep mask back down his face and lying down, leaving you and Dream wide awake and staring at each other, Nolan having slipped into his bag during your awkward conversation.
"Here." Dream got up and tried his best to pull the sleeping bag open to make more space, waiting patiently for you to unzip your snow boots and put on some fuzzy socks you'd manage to snag in Chile before taking the plane.
"Thanks," You mumbled quietly, awkwardly moving to a side of the bag so Dream would be able to fit in next to you. "For holding it open. And uhm, for offering. I really didn't want to leave the tent, plus, with Karl, Sapnap and George I doubt I'd get any sleep."
Dream snorted in affirmation, aware of how dangerous they were when put together, and he couldn't even imagine how powerful they'd be when contained in such a small space. It was his turn to throw off his boots (not even bothering to unzip them first), and quickly shove himself into the bag next to you in hopes of keeping the warmth his feet had previously been in.
After a bit of shifting and moving limbs, you finally got into a comfortable position, your body draped over his side to preserve warmth with an arm wrapped around you waist with the other tracing random shapes into the arm that was sprawled across his chest, something he subconsciously did every time you were in his arms in such a position.
"This is nice." He mumbled, half joking, half serious.
"Mhm." You hummed, not trusting yourself enough to form proper sentences, carefully resting your head onto his shoulder and tickling his cheek with your hair.
A few moments passed in the same position, Dream's warm hand rubbing circles onto your waist in an attempt to soothe your nerves, knowing how stressed you probably felt without having to ask. You almost melted in his touch as he moved his head to rub his nose into your hair, closing his eyes with a sigh.
"It's impossible to sleep." He finally broke the silence with the muttered sentence, making you giggle and hide your face further into his shoulder.
"Don't you have an eye mask?" You mumbled from your spot, voice muffled by his shirt, feeling him shift beneath you until his hands left you to pull what you assumed was the eye mask down to his face.
"Forgot about it." He grumbled, warm hands finding their spot back onto your body and continuing their ministrations on your skin, lulling you quickly to sleep, feeling as if your head had been stuffed with cotton, tired enough to ignore everything around you, especially the quiet confession that came from Dream's lips and the soft kiss that was pressed to your forehead, leaving it to be a secret of the night.
You were woken up rather abruptly, the tent opening and Karl's high pitched laugh coming in along with the cold air, making everyone in the tent groan in discomfort and move beneath the covers to preserve the warmth, including you two, who during the night seemed to have moved into a different position, your face pressed right into Dream's chest with his chin resting on the crown of your head, his hands cupping the pudge of your thighs as they wrapped around his waist, thumb rubbing in circles like he had done last night with your waist, quickly soothing you back to sleep.
"I'm going to kill you, Karl!" Nolan shouted from his bag as the boy rolled into the tent, Sapnap following close behind with a disposable camera, not trusting his phone enough in such a weather.
"You got it?"
"Yep."
Sapnap made sure the flash was off, not wanting either of you to fully wake up and ruin the moment, before snapping a few pictures of Dream and you cuddled beneath the top layer of his sleeping bag, keeping their giggles and snickers to a low before leaving the tent with a nice reminder of what had happened beneath you.
"Told you it was smart to bring a knife." Sapnap pointed to your discarded sleeping bag with a grin before fully exiting the tent, not without letting in a gust of cold wind.
That seemed to finally snap you out of your sleep, groaning softly as you wriggled in Dream's arms, stopping in your tracks as he let out an incoherent grumble and brought you closer into his arms, as if you were a simple teddy bear and not his best friend who had totally overstepped a line by actually fucking wrapping her legs around his waist as if he were your boyfriend!
"Clay." You whispered as you faced him, moving a hand to push a few of his curls out of the way of his closed eyes and observe the freckles splattered across his skin like stars in the night sky, your finger tracing the short invisible lines between all of them. "Wake up…"
"Hmng…" His hold on you tightened for a moment before returning back to normal, his way of pleading for you to give up and slip back into his arms.
"Claaayy~" you said a bit louder, pressing your finger into the tip of his nose in hopes of getting him to wake faster. "Come on, we've still got a whole day left."
"Do you think I'm actually well enough to do something?" He finally spoke, and you almost jumped at how much worse his voice sounded than last night, but that was a given due to the cold and the mix between his already muzzy voice and the deep tone his morning voice normally took. "Just stay here with me for a while…"
"But I'm well enough to do something, Clay." You mumbled, letting your arm fall by your side and attempting once again to escape his grip, smiling softly as he didn't fight this time and let you slip out easily.
You didn't make any further effort to wake him up again, giving him the luxury of sleeping in a bit longer and getting yourself ready to leave the tent, despite how warm his hold had been and how you truly wanted nothing more than to slip right into his hold and wrap your arms around him.
But you fought the urge to, exiting the warmth of your tent and rushing towards where Karl and George were building a snowman (although it wasn't much of a snowman due to Karl slipping and falling onto it every few minutes.), and offering to assist them.
Ignoring the cold and the fact you didn't have anything to decorate the so-called snowmen with, you actually had fun with them, having said goodbye to Nolan and Jimmy before they left to "claim a mountain" a few hours ago; and you were now left with four snowmen without features, so they really couldn't be called snowmen at all.
"I think it looks pretty good!" Karl hummed as he finished rolling one of the bigger parts of his snowman.
"It's just three balls of snow on top of each other, Karl." George deadpanned as he moved his goggles to see the abominations you three had made.
"I think it looks a bit like you." You stuck your tongue out at George, who returned the gesture before the both of you realised how cold it was to be doing it and quickly returned your tongues back into your mouths.
After making some food and welcoming Jimmy and Nolan back, you spent some time with Dream outside (despite how much your body was screaming at you to get somewhere warm.), and threw a few snowballs at each other, last night's events never discussed or mentioned during your conversations.
You finally realised how much time you had spent outside when Chandler announced the plane would be here in almost two hours, the fact you'd spent almost a day in the freezing snow enough to frighten you into getting frostbite.
"If my fingers fall off I want you to have them, Dream." You confessed to him as you both worked on taking down your tent, giddiness filling you at the loud laugh he let out, nodding his head with a smile beneath his ski mask.
"Yes ma'am, I'll make sure to cherish them until I die." He teased back, shoving whatever remained of the tent into a bag and wrapping some of the rope around it, letting you admire for a moment how strong he truly was before Sapnap called you over to help him with the rubbish.
You didn't have much time to talk as Jimmy hurried you all back to where you had started, where the plane was waiting in all its glory, and holy shit you couldn't wait to be back inside.
You almost tripped on the stairs from how desperate you were to get inside if it weren't for Dream's hands holding you up from behind, knowing how excited you were to get back into the warm safety of the aircraft.
You collapsed into one of the window seats with a loud dramatic exhale, closing your eyes for a moment to enjoy the warmth of the leather chairs and the exaggerated smell of the air freshener that was wafting along the main cabin.
"Fucking finally, right?" Dream laughed after shoving both your luggage into the upper compartments, knowing you'd probably be too exhausted to do it yourself after barely catching any sleep in the last 24 hours, and falling into the empty seat next to you.
"I never thought I'd say this, but…" you turned to look at him dramatically, his heart beating rapidly at your serious expression and words until you spoke. "I actually miss Florida."
He breathed out a sigh of relief along with a laugh, nodding his head in agreement as he moved his hand to wrap around yours, heart fluttering as you didn't even stop him from doing so.
"I can't wait to wear some shorts and a tank top and still be hot." You mumbled with a smile, turning your head to a side to make eye contact with him. "Although it'll probably be a bit too cold for that."
"Yeah, you never know with Floridan winters." He snorted, interlacing your fingers with his and moving to look out the window. "As long as I'm out of this coat, I'll be fine."
It was your turn to laugh, nodding your head in affirmation, and shifting on the seat to rest your head on his shoulder, much like he had done when you had first entered the tent.
Silence filled your little corner of the plane until he finally spoke, turning to you completely and making you lose the balance you previously had.
"You uh… did you hear what I said? Last… uh, last last night?"
You cocked your head to a side like a confused puppy would, shaking your head, a no.
"Uh… well… Shit I'm really going to regret this." He breathed out as a laugh, raising his free hand to pull off his ski mask and ruffle up his curls. "I… I kind of, well… kissed your forehead. And said I- I love you."
Your brain short circuited at his words, blankly staring into his eyes as if your body had stopped just so your mind could make any sense of what he was saying.
"In a non-platonic way."
"In a non-platonic way." You parroted, blinking like a fool as you watched him panic underneath your gaze.
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"Oh."
Silence once again filled your little corner, both of your hands still intertwined and both your gazes locked together, Dream's whole body ready to give out if you didn't give him an answer soon.
"Please say somet-"
"I love you too." Your confession cut him off, his mouth hanging open with unsaid words ready to come out, looking something akin to a fish out of water gasping for air.
"O-Oh!" He breathed out, his body finally catching up to his brain as he nodded at your confession, cheeks pink from both embarrassment and illness. "Holy shit."
"Holy shit." You echoed once again, although this time you ended it with a small breathless giggle, raising your free hand to cup his cheek, stubble pricking your palm and cold skin meeting warm.
"I really want to kiss you right now." He confessed, half closed eyes searching for your gaze as his hand came up to cover yours over his cheek. "But I don't want to get you sick."
You smiled at his pout, shrugging your shoulders as you nodded down towards your fingers. "There's no way I'm not getting sick after that, Clay. It's fine. I want to kiss you too."
He nodded faster than the speed of light as you started to pull him down, pressing your lips to his for a moment that felt like eternity, and oh god, it was better than you imagined. It felt as if fireworks were going off in your head, sending shivers down your spine and lighting every nerve within you on fire, his breath against your lips as he pulled back from them almost burning your skin from how much you wanted to press them back onto his.
"Holy shit."
And by the sounds of it, you hadn't been the only one affected ridiculously by the kiss.
"Can we do that more often?" Dream basically vibrated in his seat at the prospect of being able to repeat that experience, his smile only growing when you nodded your head, a matching one pulling at your lips.
"Yes. Yes please."
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i'm sorry i'm sorry i saw your tag about older brother's best friend aiku and i actually SCREAMED because that's such a thought inducing idea . . . he does have that vibe, and he pulls it off so well !! i feel like he fits the trope of someone you've known your whole life but who was always just a bit too old for you to actually spend time with — until you eventually get a bit older too and start getting closer with him and that's when the fun starts yk lmao
i'm- babes i am looking so respectfully this is SO right 🤕
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wc: 1.3k. cw: slightly suggestive, reader is referred to as sister/might be femcoded, this started as a drabble and well.. we're here now, could be dc potential, could just be some pining ꒰ minors/ageless blogs dni ꒱
you've known aiku since what feels like forever, and he's always had this confident, slightly intimidating aura to him, even back when all three of you were just kids. the age gap between you two wasn't anything crazy, at least not by the time you were both grown adults, but the four years seemed to pose more of a problem back when you were still in school. you were always a bit timid around your brothers friends, palms growing clammy when you'd have to come into his room and call them for dinner or fetch something - but they were only ever nice to you anyway. you were just there, your brother's little sister, perhaps a bit too young to fully understand their jokes or why they're so clumsy when stumbling up the stairs at 3 am. but hey, it's not like you felt bad about it, really.
your brother and his friends were good kids, however - oliver included. never got into too much trouble, always so respectful when coming over and talking to your parents. by the time your brother dropped soccer somewhere in the middle of high school, aiku was already considered a national gem and proudly carried the weight of being japan's hope.
finally about to step into the lifestyle you saw your brother and all his friends engage in for the past few years, you weren't surprised at all to only ever see aiku, the nicest one of the group (the most handsome, too) on the tv screen anymore. he's left for some kind of soccer project, then got scouted by the ubers back in italy, and you truly felt so happy for the boy after everything you've seen him go through. the two of you wasn't exactly close, not at all, but he's always been so kind to you, told you sincere words on how you should never give up your dreams no matter how silly they felt; helped you with the stupid physics project that your brother couldn't figure out for the life of him, either (it runs by blood, after all).
you don't keep in touch with any of the guys, but stumble upon some of them on the streets of your hometown ever so often. you exchange smiles, familiarize each other with what you're up to now, then go off with your day as usual.
(you don't know each of them teases your brother on how well you've grown. he tells them to shut the fuck up every time cause, fuck, the thought alone is gross, and he'd rather kill them than allow you to get involved with either of 'em.)
oliver's the one you see the rarest. it's only natural with his field of work, busier than anything any of you could ever put your minds to. it is kind of funny to see his face on gossip sites, though, so if there's ever any disappointment threatening to build up on you, it works just well to ease it.
the first time you properly meet him again after three or four years is when you just happen to be going through the worst shift you've had in ages, and he's the one most annoying client, casually stepping into the store mere minutes away from closing.
"aiku-kun?" you sound surprised when you make out the familiar features, sharp yet warm eyes flickering under the bright lights when he grins.
he sets the ramune bottle down, pushing it in your direction.
"in the flesh", he chuckles, "you doing night shifts now?" the man asks, almost sounding just as taken aback (one thing he remembers about you is that you've never liked to stay up late, and hated being out when it got dark).
you just give a shrug.
oliver learns you're not silent because you're busy ringing him up or still shocked to see him - you sniff and wipe at your eyes haphazardly and only then does he realize that you're feeling down, and probably cried at the back minutes before he came in.
"they're paying me better for these," you mumble, manicured nail tapping on the register. you don't look up when speaking, too embarrassed to let him see you this messed up when he looks so stupidly handsome. italy treated him well- time, too. "is that a-"
you glance up upon the sound of clinking glass. there's another bottle of soda standing next to his, and it just happens to be your favorite flavor, too.
(he remembered, and as sweet as it is, it's not a big deal. then why are you blushing? why are your palms suddenly clammy, like back in the old times?)
"wrap it up, i'll be waiting outside." oliver offers, thick lashes fluttering as he blinks. almost expectantly, but it's not like he wants to pressure you into agreeing. (it'd be nice, though. and you just happen to be as meek as always, and crumble under the intensity of his gaze instantly - as if that's what his true motive was all along.) "unless you're busy?"
you shake your head, wiping your hands on the back of your jeans. "no, not at all."
you join oliver on a quiet drive down the streets of your neighbourhood, eventually reaching the local view spot that you've spent all too many late nights at - both of you. the only difference's that it's all nostalgia to him, and it's still your very present, a weekly way to hang out - perhaps just following what your older siblings did.
and even though it's your very first time sitting in a car so expensive, the defender's presence is oddly comforting. familiar, in a way, and you only ever realize how much you've missed it when he wordlessly encourages you to open yourself up before him. he's always been so effortlessly charming, inviting in a way - and he still is, even though your heart wants to leap out of your chest when his fingers brush along yours as he helps you push the round marble down.
"so," the brunette clears his throat, "he dumped you over a text?" he knocks the bottle neck of his drink with yours, bicolored gaze seemingly burning through you as he watches you nod.
you hum, taking a sip of the bubbly beverage and looking out the city's panorama. oliver rolls his eyes, rubbing at the nape of his neck and leaning back in his seat.
"that's a real dick move, you know?" he states matter-of-factly, to which you snort, "guys like that don't deserve your tears, kid."
"says who," you quip. from your peripheral, you notice him turn his head back to you. "i've seen the articles, loverboy. m'not sure if you're the best advisor." you tease, cheek resting on top of your bare shoulder as you grin at him.
the man bites back a laugh, canines on show when he smiles to himself and frankly, the sight's making your tummy flutter with an unknown, fairly new feeling, no matter how much you try to ward the butterflies off.
you don't know it yet, and aiku's quite sure of it, actually - there's the exact same sensation bubbling somewhere in his chest, too, when he shamelessly, ravenously takes in the soft glow of your skin, decolletage on show thanks to the tiny spaghetti strap top you're wearing. your eyes are as wide as ever, despite all the burdens and daily struggles simmering behind your affection and interest-blown pupils, and there's this almost dreamy, captivating smile, one that beautifully compliments your now more womanly-like, refined features.
perhaps it's better you don't ever become familiar with the thoughts that start to simmer in his head - you, moaning into his mouth as he steals kisses from those taunting, plush lips of yours, that he's sure currently taste of the artificial sweet pineapple you're sipping on; you, down on your knees in front of him, giving him the same soft, gullible look, on the verge of pleading for all the attention he forwent in the past.
and fuck, he's aware of it - annoyingly so - but oliver has agreed to let go of a few too many things in life already.
you're not about to be one of them, too.
© itoshi-s. do not plagiarize, repost as your own or mention on other sm platforms.
#✧.* zaria writes#oliver aiku x reader#blue lock x reader#aiku oliver x reader#bllk x reader#blue lock x you#bllk x you#blue lock imagines#i got way too into it omg iM SORRY#i promise it was supposed to b just a little silly drabble.. i got carried away:3 he's just so !!!!! UGH#couldn't be helped i guess
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I'm really interested in what Vaggie's deal is
I'm surprised that through 4 episodes the one that's still the most mysterious is Vaggie. We know a little bit about everyone else, except for Niffty, that little adorkable freak, but Vaggie? What's her deal? I mean besides being an ex-Exterminator cause a lot about her behavior and lines is just really interesting to me.
Obviously she loves Charlie and wants to make her dreams come true. But the way she worded it in the song made it seem like they shared that maybe? She said that it felt so good to be understood. So she could have been seeing the years of Exterminations and then she realized that someone, not just anyone but the Princess of Hell is like her, she shared her goals. Or it could be them both being outcasts, Charlie is pretty soft and sweet for Hell, and Vaggie might have been too fed up with taking orders to kill and started acting out of line for an Exterminator.
Given that she said the way she learned to trust is by "surviving" and her whole military talk with everyone else I think it's safe to say that her own training was brutal. There's also the fact that she threatened to hurt the Hotel gang if they didn't catch Angel Dust, and then threw everyone off the roof and into battle by force because "it was how she was taught" to trust people.
Which is pretty fucked up and even Charlie called her out on it and was surprised.
And that brings me to something else, it's possible that Charlie doesn't know that Vaggie was an Exterminator. When they're on the roof Vaggie says she's supposed to make Charlie's dream a reality, to protect her and to never fail her. That last one seemed particularly important and she follows it up with "If I can't help you what's the point of me?"
Before those words we had Charlie say "Vaggie you're not- you're not-" what? I'm assuming she meant to say a failure but then why hesitate? Maybe she wanted to say she wasn't like the rest of the Exterminators anymore? But if Charlie knew that why would she question Vaggie's way of trust exercises?
As soon as Charlie starts to try and comfort her girlfriend she stops her, which makes me think that Vaggie doesn't feel like she's worthy of Charlie unless she can prove it somehow. She doesn't even want to hear how she's making Charlie happy because in that moment she thought she was a failure. But as soon as Charlie is sad in the next episode Vaggie is ready to stay by her side until she feels better and later carries her to bed. She's willing to give comfort and love but seems very hesitant in getting it back.
It seems to go with what Husk said, Vaggie hates herself and so she judges others and doesn't trust them because her walls are constantly up. The only one she lets get to her is Charlie and even then there are barriers she still has up.
When she sings the lyrics, "When I saw your face you made me feel like a stranger in a brand new place." I think this is going back to her and Charlie's first meeting, where Vaggie went from seeing Hell as a horrible place to seeing there are those like Charlie there and that it really wasn't all bad. She fell to Hell and became a Sinner in a way, no longer there to kill but there to say, a place that she once knew now seen in a different light.
But the verse that really made me think she's actually hiding the fact that she was from Heaven is the line "There's so much that I wish I could say... I'll spend my life being your partner." At this point I'm not sure that Vaggie even fully trusts Charlie. Because why would she hide who she is from the one person who she should know won't judge her for past mistakes, whose dream it is to help people?
She needs to be sure redemption is possible, she needs to be sure that when she tells Charlie the truth that there is hope for her own redemption. No one ever ascended up but now we have at least 3 who fell, one is depressed as fuck, one has been missing for 7 years and the last hates herself and is unable to open up to her girlfriend without fear of rejection and her own failure.
None of these people seem to be in a good place right now.
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as someone who loves yorgos lanthimos and lars von trier nothing's ever too dark for me girl you can send whatever! and ok let me tell you i got way too hot thinking about this
shy neighbour
warnings: 18+, heavy non con, drug use, dark! donnie, dark themes, don't read if any of those triggers you!
There she goes, again. My neighbor. My illness. The girl I've been dreaming about every day since the first time I saw her. We go to the same school, we study in the same class, we are neighbors and yet, she doesn't even know who I am. I mean, she knows who I am, but she doesn't give a fuck about my existence.
She's wearing her school uniform, she's heading home, I didn't go today. I've been waiting all morning for her, and the little slut doesn't even look my way. That will change today.
"Y/n?"
She looks at me in surprise, due to my sudden presence. God, she's even more beautiful up close. Her smell is so good.
"Hey!" She says, smiling.
"We're from the same class, my name is Donnie." I extended my hand to shake her. I would use this hand to masturbate later.
"I know! I always see you, but we never really talk" She says in a friendly way. My hands tingle.
"My little sister is selling lemonade and I'm helping her, but as I saw that you've just arrived home from school and you must be thirsty, I wanted to give you one as a courtesy" I smiled, kindly.
Her eyes sparkled. Gotcha.
"That's so sweet, Donnie, thank you. I have a tip here to help your sister, take it" She said sweetly, opening her backpack. This is being much easier than I thought.
I handed her the glass and she innocently took it, with a good expression of surprise.
"God, that's great! Is your little sister a professional?" I laughed.
"Not as far as I know" I replied, unable to take my eyes off her. Sweet little thing. "Do you want another glass?"
"I don't have any tips on me anymore"
"No need, that would really be a courtesy, come on" I said in a friendly enough way to persuade her.
She didn't hesitate much, just followed me into the house. I was alone, I would be home alone all day.
As soon as she entered, it wasn't long before I noticed her yawning.
"Was school tiring today?"
"Yes... By the way, why you didn't came today?" I could tell the "juice" was taking effect by the sleepy way she tried to start a conversation, and I had to adjust my pants due to the excitement this caused me.
"I wasn't feeling well this morning"
She was going to say something more, but her eyes kept closing more and more.
"Do you want to go home? Take a nap?" I asked, with false politeness.
"No, I just..." Was all she said before laying her head down and blacking out. I smiled to myself.
Carefully, I carried her to my room. I couldn't believe how easy this was, I planned so much, if I had known she was so stupid and innocent I would have planned less. My sweet dumb little girl.
I placed her on the bed and admired the peace in her expression, she was a princess in real life. So beautiful...
It would be a pleasure to destroy her.
I caressed her face, her hair, every part of her body... I smelled her up close. Her hair smelled like a french candy, she was the physical embodyment of a cupcake. Delicious. I kissed and licked her neck, enjoying the sweet taste of her soft skin.
I kissed and licked her soft lips, sucking on them.
I caressed her breasts, her belly, all the parts of her body that i were dying of desire. Her round, soft ass, so hot. Her legs, her feet.
I ripped off her uniform blouse, admiring her pink bow bra and how beautiful it looked on her skin, on her breasts. I took them off and my dick throbbed at the sight of her hardened nipples, so beautiful, pointy.
I wasted no time in sucking voraciously. I was crazy, I wanted to suck her boobs all the time, for so long. I thought about it at school, in daydreams. I masturbated like hell thinking about it.
I sucked so much until they were completely wrinkled.
I went down to her belly, licking, sucking, delighting myself, and going further down, I stopped in front of her little flower. I squeezed my dick over my pants.
I lifted her skirt, massaging her thighs, kissing her panties and pulling them down. I took it from her body, smelling it and delighting in its sweet and addictive aroma. The sight I saw when I looked down almost made me cum in my underwear.
Her pussy was so wet that even her legs were wet, it was so beautiful, it must be so tight... Damn.
I placed each of her legs on my shoulders and kissed her clitoris with my tongue.
I sucked, licked, fucked her pussy with my tongue. I was crazy with lust for her sweet taste, that delicious smell, that fucking sight. If I could, I would spend days just eating her out, but I needed to get my dick in there, otherwise I would definitely die from so much desire.
I positioned her in a missionary way, she looked like a fuck doll. My fuck doll. Slowly, I inserted the head of my cock there, I swear I almost passed out from the sensation. I didn't knew if she was a virgin or not, but she was so tight, I didn't wanted to hurt her at all but I couldn't hold back.
And as much as I loved her, she deserved to be punished for not loving me. For all the suffering she caused me by seeing myself as just the nice boy who is in her class and also happens to be her neighbor.
I thrust my cock, rolling my eyes when I reached all the way inside. It squeezed me so tightly, it was so soft and comfortable, warm, it tickled my body. Fuck.
I started pounding hard, without stopping. I couldn't stop. Not even when I was about to cum, I was going to do it inside her.
I teased her for so long that I found it surprising that she hadn't woken up.
I bended her over, I fucked her all over and over again. I put it in her ass too, in her mouth. I rubbed my dick on her boobs, on her clitoris. I came inside her pussy and on her pretty face, on her breasts, on her ass. I had as much fun as I could. I cleaned her up as best I could and put her back on the couch, waiting for her to wake up, I would simply say that she slept heavily and was probably having nightmares, as she was complaining about something hurting her while she slept.
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I NEED Z-DAWG X READER SMUT !! She’s literally so hot and ik for a fact this woman has a degrading kink
OMG BABE YOU ARE SO MFING RIGHT and I was thinking the 'theres only one bed trope' cause why not 🤭🤭
Bunk mate
Pairing- Z-dawg x reader
Summary- Having to bunk with Z-dawg does not go as you planned.
Warnings- one bed trope, fingering, degrading, dirty talk, reader is called a slut (in a good way) lmk if I missed something
Her eyes were piercing through your skull, her being Z-dawg and for some reason she wouldn't stop looking at you. Before you were recom you two never had much of a friendship so what irked you was why was she staring? You couldn't lie to yourself Z-dawg was hot, and the way she looked at you made your skin burn and itch.
Pulled from your thoughts was Quadratic, "Seems like these assholes didn't know how many of us there is so seems like someones gotta bunk with someone else, and it ain't gonna be me." He said and then Z-dawg took her chance to get you alone. "Y/N can bunk with me!" She blurted out to your surprise now everyone's eyes were on you.
"Yeah sure I don't care." That was further from the truth you cared very, very much. "Then it's settled carry your stuff to your rooms." Quadratic said picking up his bag and walked down the narrow hall to his room. The rest did the same leaving you and Z-dawg, she put her hand on the small of your back. "Let's go." She said the feeling of her hand made your skin go hot. Blinking a few times you shake your head yes. Picking up your bag you followed her to your shared room.
Entering the room there was only one bed. Your eyes widened cheeks flushing to a shade of indigo. "Well looks like we'll have to share a bed." She said sitting her bag on her side of the bed. "Uh y-yeah." You responded to her. "I feel like crap I'm gonna go take a shower." She says you reply with a small nod as you begin to put your stuff up in one side of the dresser in the room. After she got back the air was silent and you couldn't take it anymore, "I'm gonna go shower." You say getting some sleeping clothes. "K." Was all she said as she put her stuff up.
All you could think about while you showered was how you and her were going to be sleeping in the same bed. Did she worry about it too or did she not care? Those were the questions that ran throughout your mind all the way until you were back in your room. She was already on her side of the bed you didn't know if she was asleep or not but you tried not to think about it. Slipping under the covers trying not to disturb her you begin to fall asleep.
It was well past eclipse now and you were tossing and turning, Z-dawg woke up and looked at you your face was twisted and then something fell from your lips, "Zdinarsk." You whine out her eyes widen you were having a wet dream, about her. She waited for a minute and then she felt shuffling under the blanket, picking it up you were clenching your thighs together a tight smirk plastered her face. And then your eyes shot open, she looks at you "Looks like you have good dreams." She says looking at you embarrassed face. "Z- Shit I'm sorry." You say covering your face. "Nothing to be sorry for, you know I could always help you." She said hand trailing to your trembling thigh.
"W-what." You stuttered at her sudden words. "I can help but only if you ask, use those words." She says humiliation is what you reeked of but your body wanted- no needed her. "Please touch me." You plea hips jerking the closer she got to your center. "You dirty girl." She says, her hands travel upward purposely missing your soaking wet core. "These shorts make you look like a slut." She chuckles as she rips them down and moves your panties to the side. Her fingers slides into your folds with ease, she rudded small but harsh circles around your throbbing clit, "shit Z- feels good." You say grinding your hips onto her hand.
"Yeah I just started guess sluts will take anything." Moaning from the degrading words she takes this time to thrust into your wanting hole. Yelling from the intrusion. She thrusted them in and out of you, thumb reaching for your clit flicking it every now and then. "You know I always thought about you like this," she said making you turn your flushed face to her. "On my fingers, it my tongue making you cum over and over again like the dirty girl you are." She said flipping you on your back as she fucked her fingers in and out of you at a much faster speed that shouldn't be possible but she made it happen. You grab onto her one of her tattooed arms and grip into them from all the pleasure on your body.
She curled her fingers slightly forward and smiled at your reaction, your hand that wasn't on her tugged at the sheet under you as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your orgasm. "I-i think about you too, that way." You moan out as she does a scissoring motion making you squirm. "I know you do." She teases as she connects her lips to your neck leaving dark spots on you neck and jawline. "Come on cum for me, cum." She demands and you did just that you walls tightened around her fingers as she fucks you through your orgasm, your body felt like it was on fire.
She licked her fingers as smirked at you, "Glad I choose you to bunk with."
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SAFE HAVEN - A BANG CHAN SERIES
THE MASTERLIST NEXT
CHAPTER ONE: FLIGHT 1983
Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab Plus Size Reader
General Synopsis: You ran away from New York to South Korea to escape the hell you were living in. With the help of a girl who lived there. Your only goal was to have a fresh start but that all changes when a certain boy notices you on the flight. After a shy encounter, he ends up being your neighbor and also a friend of the girl who helped you escape. You want to let him in, but you're scared because of your past. But he is patient and willing to wait as long as it takes to win your heart.
Word Count: 1.2K
Warning: story contains mentions of suicide, abuse & sexual assault. ADULT THEMES. MINORS AND AGESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.
A/N: Please don't repost or translate my work. If you wish to be tagged please comment on the post! Thank you.
".....You stupid bitch, look how fat you have gotten, you disgusting cow." He growled out as he slapped you hard across the face. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried hard not to cry. Crying only got him more angry. But when a small whimper escaped your lips his ice cold blue eyes became enraged. He grabbed you roughly by the throat which caused you to gasp as you looked at him with panicked eyes. "Who said you could cry?" He hissed. "You know better than to cry when this is all your fault." He spat.
"J-Jacob please. I-I'm sorry. I’ll lose the weight, I’ll starve if I have to, please d-don’t do this." You choked out as tears flew down your bruised cheeks. He raised his hand high to slap again with full force.
You woke up from your deep sleep with a loud gasp. You looked around wildly before finally remembering where you were. You were on a plane, you were free. You looked at the other passengers on the plane apologetically and pulled your hoodie over your head to hide away in embarrassment. You closed her eyes as you let out a shaky breath. It was just a dream. You thought to herself. He can't hurt you anymore. You couldn't help but feel like you were being watched.
When your eyes opened you looked to see a pair of warm chocolate brown eyes staring at you in concern. You couldn't see most of his face because he was wearing a mask and a snapback. But his eyes spoke volumes with the look he was giving you. You gave him a small smile, trying to signal that you were okay. Who were you kidding? You weren’t okay, far from it. You probably looked like a total mess. You looked away from him and out the window of the plane, watching the clouds go by as you flew far away from your home, far away from your friends and family, far away from him.
Flight 1983 to Seoul, South Korea landing in 30 minutes!
Your eyes shot to where the voice of the flight attendant could be heard. Your eyes once again landed on the boy who stared at you earlier. He was no longer looking at you, but talking quietly with two boys sitting with him. But soon he turned to look back at you again, you quickly went back to looking out the window, praying that the younger man didn’t catch you staring.
Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Pull yourself together Y/n… You internally scolded yourself for even looking at him. You weren’t here to make friends, or stare at attractive guys. You weren’t here for any other reason but to escape. South Korea would be the last place that monster, Jacob, would look for you. It’s also the last place anyone else would consider. You knew he’d be watching your friends and family closely in hopes to catch you and bring you back. You would die before letting that happen.
You tried hard to keep your eyes glued to the window beside you for the next thirty minutes, but you could feel his eyes on you whenever he glanced your way. It made you feel uncomfortable and nervous. You were sure he probably was just concerned, but it’s not like you knew him. Once the plane landed you rushed to get your carry-on bag and left, not giving him the satisfaction of eye contact. You rushed to find your contact who helped you get there. A girl you had met online, who helped you open up your own bank account, purchase a home and register to live in Seoul without Jacob ever finding out.
“Hey wait!!” You heard someone call to you. You turned around to see the boy running towards you. Your eyes widened and you quickly turned to keep walking. “Wait!” He called again as he caught up to you and stopped right in front of you. You stopped in your tracks and kept your eyes on the ground, scared to even look up at him. He panted lightly. “You dropped this.” He whispered gently as he held a silver chain in his hands. Your eyes widened and you went to gently grab it from his large hand. You checked to see if the amethyst charm was still on it and sighed in relief when it was. You looked up at him shyly.
“Thank you.” You breathed out. “I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost this.” His eyes gleamed and you could see he was smiling behind his mask. You couldn’t help but be curious, as to what the rest of his face looked like. You felt yourself wanting to see his smile.
“It’s no problem.” He responded with a chuckle. Australian accent? You thought to herself. Maybe he was visiting as well. “I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but are you alright? That nightmare seemed to take a toll on you.” He asked in concern which only made your cheeks grow hot in embarrassment. You looked down at your worn out converse and sighed.
“I caused a scene didn’t I?” You asked quietly. “I’m sorry, but yes I’m okay.” You looked back up to him and could see from just his eyes alone that he clearly wasn’t believing your answer. He went to speak again but stopped when he heard someone call his name.
“Chan!” You both looked in the direction of where they heard his name called and she saw a large group of boys, including the ones he sat with waving him over.
“Y/n!” Your eyes quickly shot over to see the female who you had been looking for. You bit her lip and looked up at the boy.
“I should probably go, but thank you again for saving my necklace.” You said quietly. His eyes gazed at her with a softness she did not recognize, the only gaze she ever got from a male was one of hatred and anger.
You nodded your head in respect to him and moved past him to go to the woman. But he stayed in place watching you as you moved further and further away from him, his hand still tingling from feeling your small fingers brushing against his palm.
“Y/n.” He whispered to himself as he stared at you, watching you embrace the masked woman who called your name. “Who are you?” He asked curiously to himself. He felt a pull the second he laid eyes on you, as you tossed and turned in your sleep on the plane. But once you both locked eyes, he was done for. He could not stop looking at you. He finally turned and rushed over to his friends and apologized quietly. As they walked to go get their baggage he couldn’t help but occasionally look back at you until you were no longer in his sight. Will I ever see you again? He thought to himself. He prayed that fate would somehow make you both cross paths again and soon. Little did he know that at the moments that he wasn't looking your curious eyes were watching him as well, wondering just the same.
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"issues"
⚠: Sid is an addict, cussing, mommy issues, I think that's all
(please, if you ever need the help of advice or just to be listened to, contact me, I will never judge! I love you)
'you miss your friend, he changed... from the clean, porcelain skin and silky smooth hair, to a ragged man who looked rotten in every bit of his aspects...'
We are standing in a dark alley, looking at each other, he looked high...and he was. Why were still there? you fucking loved him too much.
you look at the destroyed man in front of you, half-naked covered in blood, with spiky hair that smelled weird, and a bloody face from a fight he caused... he felt happy when he was beaten.
He had severe Mommy issues. He was destroyed, yet still such a pretty human. You fully knew he wasn't a bad man... a bad boy, he was your boy.
you lean on the wall resting your head as you look up at the smoke flowing from his lips towards your face, pushed by the wind. you sigh as you shakily muster your words.
"I'm leaving" silence.
"good joke bubble-gum" he snorted, then stopped and looked at my serious face.
"oh..." he backed away slightly and continued.
"you've got bored of me innit?" he said with a scowl on his face as he spat blood on his right and threw the cigar.
"... I told you before... I wanted us two to live together! go to another country! go study! you promised... yet here we are, you all covered in blood...you've changed...and after all of this!" you gesture with your hands towards him up and down then to the dark alley we were standing in "Unfortunately, I still love you..."
your lips trembled, you did not want to cry...
"you chose those weird guys who just make you get hurt...." I pause "Over me..." you could not hold it anymore it drove you mad crazy, to see that beautiful smart, and kind boy turn this way
"You broke our promise, you started doing drugs, smoked even more than before, started cutting yourself again, you did not come to visit me, did not even let me know you're still alive for three fucking months!" he starred now with sadness and shock as if he got out of a dream and realized.
he stepped closer to you yet the smell of alcohol and more things made you want to gag and you backed away looking at him with pure sadness.
"I know I shouldn't... but I give you one last chance"
you saw his eyes lit up and that made you continue.
"Either you come with me right now, leave them behind" you gesture to the building as in his band "and you come with me. I will help you put yourself back on track... or you stay here like a fucking rat and never contact me... the only person who will ever love you this much, ever again." you finish with a stern face and tone.
you let him think as I saw a stray cat and went to pet it.
"I can't..." he said under his breath
as you sat up you saw him crying, you went up to him and put my hands on his face gently holding him. he shock his head as he looked at you like a lost boy... the lost boy you first met at that kindergarten.
You slightly smile "You can, I am her to help you, I will be by your side all my life, but only if you come with me" He fell to the ground as he started sobbing, and you crouched and let him bury his face in your chest as he cried and you held him, shit, this heroin made him sensitive, more sensitive than he was already.
"m-mom...?" he said as you held him, humming a song from our favourite childhood cartoon.
"no sweetie, It's me y/n" he then hugged you tighter and sobbed harder, dampening your white shirt.
"help me...please...fix me, I'm fucking broken, please" he sobbed, he was back.
you helped him stand, then went through your backpack to take out a jacket, always carried a spare one, taking it out you opened it and helped him slide his hands trough it, then zipped it up making him hiss as the jacket came in contact with his chest full of scars.
you hold your hand for him, you start walking as he keeps holding your hand and continues to softly cry.
"It's fine now, you're safe, everything will be fine," you tell him with a motherly tone as you walk to your apartment.
When you stepped into your apartment, then told him to go shower and use your shower gel. As he was in the shower hopefully washing himself, you made the bed, added more pillows and another blanket.
you were in the kitchen preparing tea, to relax him so he will be able to fall asleep, when you heard him coming out of the shower and calling your name,
"here, in the kitchen!" You say as his footsteps are heard, you hand him a cup of tea as you walk to bed.
"come, we have to sleep. tomorrow we will leave." You tell him as he sits down ad slowly drink his tea as his head is rested on your shoulder.
you've got your boy back...and you're never letting him go and get hurt.
hi!
im sorry for not being active...some things have been going on. I've been inspired by the series "Pistol" to make this small imagine.
as always, if you want to request, you can!
and as I said at the start, need someone to talk to? Im here!
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Hey Sab! I was so happy when I saw your ask about Dentist Gojo 😊 The ideas are so cute, and (because I'm a dental student and struggling to focus and study for boards rn and trying to take any excuse possible to procrastinate more hahahaha plz kill me) it started to make me think about Fresh Dental Grad Reader and patient Satoru <3
NewDentist! Reader who is fresh out of school and just moved to a new town to start her career, and on her first day, the hygienist is sick and so reader, as the newbie at the large office, has to do cover for the hygienist.
NewDentist! Reader whose first patient that she sees is Satoru Gojo, who is super gorgeous and attractive, and she can't help the blush that creeps up her face. She gotta quickly put on a mask to cover it and hope he didn't notice! (But he totally did and thinks she's cute too)
NewDentist! Reader who takes him to the back of the office to take a panoramic, and notices that he's super tall when his long strides easily keep up with hers. And she has to make the panoramic machine go up to its maximum height for Satoru, who jokes "Sorry, my legs are too long :P ". (and she wonders if something else of his is long too, and then shakes her head and mentally scolds herself for having such an innappropriate thought)
NewDentist! Reader who explains to him that his regular hygienist is sick, so she will be doing the cleaning for him instead. And he says "well, if my cleanings are always done by such a pretty girl, I'd like to come much more often." and she wonders if he's flirting with her.
NewDentist! Reader, who starts the cleaning, and his tongue is in the way. She tries to gently push his tongue away using her mouth mirror, but it pushes back against her. Without thinking, she says "Your tongue is quite strong. It keeps coming up to play with me here," and only after those words come out, she realizes it might have sounded dirty. She says "sorry, that came out wrong," and thanks the mask for covering her blushing face.
NewDentist! Reader who is having some difficulty with cleaning his very back molar, so she leans down to try to see better, and she's so focused that she doesn't notice that her boobs are now pressing against his forehead. Not that Satoru minds. He rather enjoys it. In fact, that night, he thinks about how, if he had leaned his head a little bit more, he would have been able to suck them into his mouth.
NewDentist! Reader, who is still new to town and is shopping for furniature, and bumps into Satoru at the mall just by luck, and he shows her around town and helps her out by carrying her heavy furniature back to her new place and helping her build it. and Reader starts feeling conflicted. She wonders if it is ethical to enjoy spending time with him so much, because he is her patient, after all.
NewDentist! Reader, who is surprised when she sees Satoru again in the office the next week. His charts say his chief complaint is "Tooth ache", but when she has him sit down in the chair and does the exams to test for pain, she doesn't find anything significant. She asks "What causes the pain? Do you know when you feel the pain?" and he says "Only when you're not with me." and she says "Mr Gojo- " and he interrupts "Call me Satoru". and Reader blushes and sends him home right away. She tells herself that she doesn't want to cross that professional boundary with him! But that night, she ends up having a wet dream about him.
Patient! Satoru who came to the office again the next week for "tooth pain" again just for an excuse to see her, is surprised when the one doing his exam this time is an old man dentist, who explained to him that reader called in sick today. And Satoru says "I change my mind. I don't have pain anymore. I don't need an exam today" and leaves the office right away to check up on her and deliver chicken noodle soup for her. He knocks on her door and finds her all healthy at home, and she admits that she called in sick today because she was trying to avoid him. He asks her why, and she says "Because I find you super hot and I have feelings for you, and that's unethical because you're my patient!" and he just laughs and says "Then the solution is simple. I'll just transfer to another dental clinic. That way, I'm not your patient anymore!" and reader blinks. What a simple solution. and he tilts her chin up and says "I also find you very attractive, and your smile is very beautiful." and she laughs in relief and jokes "Hey, I should be the one telling you that" and they kiss!
The end!
Anyways, this is what happens when I'm procrastinating. heh. hope you enjoy!
omg I love this 💕😭 why do I want to write it both ways now? I love this (also coming from a dental student, very accurate)
imagine they are both dentists and end up going to each other’s practices 😂🥹
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People are not treasure
My head snapped up, shouting from outside the park flooded the room like seawater. I got up carefully, carrying the chains connecting me to the bed post as I waddled over to the window. Smoke exploded from the park grounds, drawing cries from the Fishmen.
A breath caught in my chest as the gates burst open. People entered the park, humans, and Nami among them. A sob escaped as the males started attacking the Fishmen, Nami leading one of them inside.
Collapsing onto the bed, I held back a cry. More pirates, yet again more treasure hungry men, who will take me just like Arlong. I flinched as a tear hit my cheek, saltwater burning my skin.
Minutes passed by like hours, panic rising in my bones with each passing shout. Clutching the bed post I screamed as the building started to shake. The door rattled before my eyes, fear flooding my body as the door handle turned.
"Suki, it's me, Nami. Look at me, your going to be okay." Nami whispered, a hand grazing the wound on my cheek causing me to flinch. "What did Arlong do to you?".
I shook my head, refusing to move from my spot even as she began picking the lock on my shackles. I cried when they came undone, curling into a ball to get away from her.
"Suki, we have to go. The building is coming down around us." Nami pleaded.
"No! No! This is a trick. He'll catch me. I can't leave! Please just go!" I cried, letting out a scream as the room shook once more.
"Fine, have your way." I looked at her in confusion before screaming as she picked me up throwing me over her shoulder.
"NO! NO! No, Nami please! Please just leave me!" I cried, gripping her shirt in fear of falling.
She ignored my plea, rushing through the building as it continued to shake around us. Cracks formed on the ceilings and walls as she ran. The tears streaming down my face eventually coming to a stop, as I gave up, going limp in her arms.
We made it outside, as the building began to collapse. She came to a stop, setting me down on a rock before rushing towards the men, drawing two into a hug. The third looked sad at her dismissal before noticing me.
I flinched, drawing back into myself as he stepped closer. A crash drew our attention as the park came crashing down. A sob escaping me as I watching the building turn to dust before my eyes.
I don't know how long I sat there staring at the building, praying that Arlong was inside, before someone touched me. A scream left my lips as I threw myself back, scrambling away from the touch.
"No, please." I muttered, clutching Nami's arm as she knelt beside me.
"Shush, Suki. They won't hurt you." She soothed, running a hand through my hair in attempts to calm me, only for it to get caught on a matt causing me to cry out.
"I'm Monkey D. Luffy. I'm a pirate, this is my crew." The man I didn't notice before, the one that touched me said.
"Are you going to take me too? Like the rest of his jewels and maps?" I demanded, looking down at the grand line map in his hand. "Like the rest of his treasures?".
A dark look grew on all of their faces, but none more dark than the one on Luffy's. "People, are not treasure." He exclaimed rather loudly, a shutter running through me causing me to wince. "I want to offer you a spot on my crew. Nami says your a good singer.".
I shook my head, "No, no. I-I don't sing anymore.".
He looked put out, "Aw come on, every pirate crew needs a singer!".
"I'm sorry. I-"
"What's your dream? To be free?" He questioned, switching topics so quickly it felt like whiplash just talking to him.
"Dream? I- no one's ever asked me that before. I dont know."
He smiled brightly , the other three behind him smiled as well, Nami's grip on my arm tighted comfortingly as she nodded, "Well, we'll help you find your new dream. Right guys?".
I watched in awe as they, one by one, nodded murmuring words of agreement. I stared up at him, his eyes full of excitement and hope. Glancing at Nami, she nodded helping me to stand slowly.
"Okay, okay."
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clean
TW: mentions of a breakup
pairing: Mason Mount x Reader
A/N: I had "Clean" by Taylor Swift on repeat while writing this.
-Y/n's POV -
You felt the letter you'd written for Mason in your pocket as you sat down at a park bench. He broke your heart only a few weeks ago, ending your 10 month-long relationship.
For the longest time, you were in severe denial that this was your reality. But now you were accepting it, and all that was left was to get rid of any lingering feelings for him.
No matter how much you dreamed of him coming back for you and realizing he'd made a mistake, deep down you knew he would never say those three little words you wanted to hear so badly.
You reached out to him a few days ago to speak with him, saying you wanted to give him his stuff back. He agreed to meet you at the park.
Minutes passed as you waited for him to arrive, and just when you thought you were being ghosted, Mason finally showed up.
You stood from the bench, a slight smile appearing on your face as you walked over to where he was. An awkward hug was exchanged, causing your cheeks to burn.
"Thanks for meeting me," you said as you both pulled away from the hug.
"Of course" He said as he followed you to your car, where all his items were.
"So uhm- here's your stuff" You carried some of it while Mason carried the rest of it and brought it to his car. You helped him situate everything in the back seat.
"Oh and this is yours too" You pulled out the envelope and held it in front of you.
He blinked at you a couple times before realizing that you were giving whatever was inside to him. His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.
"What's this?" He asked, and then began fidgeting nervously.
"A letter. Don't read it until I'm gone. Please" You begged as he nodded.
"Thanks again for this, and it was nice seeing you again" He smiled
"Nice to see you too" You returned a smile, before turning around to get back into your own car. You drove away, glancing in the rearview mirror to see Mason now opening the letter.
- Mason's POV -
Y/n drove away, and a piece of my heart broke a little bit more than it already was. I did as she asked and read the letter she'd given me after she left. I tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter.
"Dear Mason,
If you're reading this, then that means I've finally accepted what happened to us. I'm finally at a point where I can look back on us and realize that we both had fault in this; It wasn't just you, and it wasn't just me. I hope one day we can be friends, just like we used to be before all of this. Don't think that I don't miss you, because I do miss talking to you everyday. I miss just having you in my life but it's time for me to move on. You'll always hold a special place in my heart, Mase.
Sincerely, Y/n"
I stared at the letter for a long time, contemplating the entire thing. If this truly meant that Y/n would finally let go of our past and leave me behind, I didn't want her to feel guilty about doing so. She didn't deserve to carry the weight of her past anymore.
But if she truly was happy and found peace by writing this letter… then I was happy for her.
Then part of my heart broke even more, knowing she was moving on. Knowing I wouldn't have her in my life anymore. My eyes filled with tears, which suddenly caused me to realize how long it had been since I last cried. Maybe it was time to cry again? A deep sadness settled within me as I placed the letter back into its envelope, tucked it into my wallet, and got into my car.
I decided that right now was not the time to try to reach out. Maybe I'd eventually send her a text, or maybe I'd give her a call.
The drive home was quiet. As I navigated through traffic, my mind was occupied with thoughts about her. Did I really make a mistake by letting her go?
When I finally pulled into my driveway, I closed the door, took a breath, and exhaled slowly. The evening was peaceful as I climbed up the stairs to my bedroom.
Sitting on my bed, I looked at my phone and considered texting her. Picking it up and unlocking it before ultimately deciding against it, to let her enjoy life once again, even if it was a life without me in it.
“Gone was any trace of you. I think I am finally clean”
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