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queers-gambit · 8 months

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God's Plan

prompt: your boyfriend carries the worst parts of his job home, bringing to life one of your deepest-seeded insecurities. or when Carmy calls you clingy.

pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader pairing: Carmy x Peach

fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear

word count: 3.3k+

note: she's short. she's to the point. author doesn't want to hear a GODDAMN THING about "glorifying" toxic relationships. shut the fuck up, eat your cereal, read the fic or just scroll away.

warnings: cursing, small angst, short fic, author mildly gave up, hurt with no real comfort, allusion to toxic family relationship, insecurity, not edited.

part two: Two to Tango

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"Hey, what're you still doin' here?"

You glanced up from your computer, smiling at your coworker, "Just trying to get the study notes finished so they can be used for the analysis."

"Okay...? But you realize what time it is, right?"

You hummed, glancing at the analog clock, "Just about 7?"

"Yeah, so, go home," she chuckled. "Work's still gonna be here tomorrow."

"I'll see you then," you dismissed softly, watching her smile and turn away from your desk. You tried to get back into work, but the truth was, you felt overly burned out, but still wanted to work because it'd make you feel better being "good" at your job.

So, in reality, you didn't get home until 10:56 pm, yet still beat Carmy. You ate something simple, cleaned up, got a shower, and crashed into bed. You didn't know the time, but Carmy eventually came home; his arm heavy around you when settling for sleep.

You were the first up and out the door the next morning, just barely seeing Carmy when he got up for coffee. You managed a single kiss before rushing away, needing to get to work on time. When you got there, your entire morning was blocked for client meetings, then you took lunch, later, team meetings, and then the last hour or so of work was meant for individual recreation.

Another day of staying late, trying to finish work you thought was important. Another day of getting home late, missing your man, going to bed, and only seeing him the following morning.

However, this time at work, your boss told you that the analysis meetings were pushed back by a week... So, technically, you stayed late and busted your ass for no literal reason! And your coworker's entire cup of coffee spilled on you. And your Outlook email was under maintenance, so, you couldn't really work. And then, to top off a really shitty week, your car was hit in the parking lot and now had a huge fucking dent.

You were beat.

You were overwhelmed.

You were miserable, stressed, righteously confused.

You didn't stay late that night. Instead, you left at a normal hour and texted Carmy:

what time do you think you'll be off?

He replied when you got to your car:

maybe around 8?

You sniffled, nodding, answering:

okay, see you when you get home.

As you exited the parking lot, he replied:

what? you're off?

And you answered:

yeah, couldn't stand being there much longer. think you could get off a little early?

When you made three turns, he sent back:

i'll try, peach 💙

When you got home, you felt utterly defeated. Life felt like a never ending shitshow that refused to alleviate most of the stress you forced to endure. You were in tears by the time you got in the door, angrily stripping and getting a long, hot shower. You cried a little longer. When you got out, you got dressed in cozy shorts and one of Carmy's sweatshirts; going about a few household chores when you realized it was already past 9.

You didn't really want to, but you texted Carmy again,

hey, are you gonna be much later?

You made a simple meal, eating it in silence. When you were doing dishes, Carmy answered,

i don't know, going over menu items with syd. text you on my way home

You just went to bed, exhaustion from the week catching up to you.

Sometime later, you felt Carmy crawl into bed beside you. You were only half awake, but still turned over and nestled into his chest, hearing him sigh. "You're home late," you mumbled.

"Sorry f'wakin' you, Peach," he whispered, pecking your forehead. "You good, baby?"

"S'been a long fuckin' week," you squeezed him.

He sighed, "Sorry it was rough, Peach, but hey, hey, back up a little, 's kinda warm."

"But I haven't seen you."

"I know, but it's just warm. We'll cuddle in the morning, okay?" You only sighed and turned back over to face away from him. You resettled with your pillow, just settling when he asked in a hardened tone, "You mad?"

"No, Carmen, go to sleep."

"You sound mad."

"I'm not."

"I don't mean to piss you off, it's just been a long night f'me and I don't want to cuddle right now," he said in a sharp tone that made your stomach coil and churn.

"Shut up, I'm not mad, Carmen, go to sleep."

He scoffed, your irritation spiking. "You're really fucking mad 'cause I don't want you laying on me right now?"

"No, Carmen, Jesus - "

"Callin' me fuckin' Carmen doesn't help," he snapped.

You sat up and turned to him, "You want me to be mad? Maybe I'm a little pissed off that I've barely seen my boyfriend this week! Not like you've made an effort to speak to me, but I've had a pretty shitty time at work, too - so, excuse the fuck outta me for feeling disappointed!"

"Disappointed in fucking what, Peach? In not wanting t'cuddle right now?"

"Maybe, yeah! I'm upset, stressed out, maybe I just wanted some comfort, God! Now you're all up in arms, I just wanted to go to sleep - but no, you want to pick at me!"

"Oh, Jesus, fucking Christ! You couldn't just talk to me about you having a shitty week, you gotta be laid up on me? When the fuck did you get so Goddamn clingy and desperate for fucking attention? Huh? So fucking desperate for love? Sorry you had a shitty week, darling, but you're not alone in that. Sorry if it's fucking hot and I just want to sleep."

Feeling yourself fighting a losing battle because he wasn't listening, you just sighed, "Okay, Carmen."

He scoffed again, turning over to face away from you, "Know what? Fuck you, sweetheart."

You stared at his back for a long minute, feeling shocked by his words. "You can be such a fucking dick, you know that?" You snapped, standing from bed.

"And you can be a dramatic bitch."

"Yeah, that's me, the bitch you chose, huh!?" You rolled your eyes and nodded sarcastically; taking the blanket from the end of the bed, figuring he wouldn't miss it since he was so fucking hot. With only your phone and charger, you went out to the living room and crashed on the couch; covering up and crying quietly into a pillow from the overwhelming stress built in your chest. You felt guilt plunging your stomach, tearing it apart; feeling as if it were your fault for having physical touch as a love language.

Sleep evaded you that night. About an hour before your alarm, you called in sick and shut your phone off, resettling in misery as Carmy left the bedroom for work. You didn't move, never opened your eyes. However, they popped open in surprise when Carmen shoved your shoulder, "Hey."

"What?" You muttered.

"You're late for work."

"Called in."

He snorted, "Yeah, must be nice."

You didn't say anything else, feeling utterly defeated by his sharp words. The lack of response made Carmy pause and glance over at you from the kitchen, honest surprise coloring his system because he usually knew you to bite back. But you were quiet and still, the only indication you were even alive being the slow drag of your shoulders.

He let the door slam after he left for work, and you instantly sobbed. What you didn't know was that Carmy had come back, forgetting something mundane, and came to a halt outside the door when he heard you crying. He felt guilty, but Carmy wasn't usually one to confront problems; he instead ran away, like always.

After a night of exhaustion, you finally cry yourself to sleep.

When Carmy got home that night after work, he found you still huddled on the couch. After a look around, he realized you hadn't moved all day; nothing to eat, nothing to drink... He wanted to wake you but still felt so fucking irritated from his job that the idea of reconciling with you felt far fetched. So, he did what he did best and isolated himself by going to the gym for a few hours.

You still hadn't woken up when he got back.

So, he just went to bed; hating sleeping alone but hating his pride more because it refused to let him get up and go get you. Carry you to bed. Smother you in apologies. Beg for forgiveness. He was cold that night.

You were awake around 4 am.

The entire apartment felt as cold and aloof as your boyfriend. You felt so silly for still being there, knowing you paid for an apartment of your own, but liking that Carmy's place was closer to your work. And he never asked you to leave, in fact, the times you went home, he was calling you within hours to beg you to come back because he hated sleeping alone.

Whatever happened to that lad? The one who was so in-love with you that he would desperately ask you to come "home" to him? Who was this man now? Who called you clingy, desperate... A bitch.

You could only stand to make coffee, feeling powerless in this tension. You didn't want him to ignore you any longer, feeling like you'd drop to your knees for his forgiveness if it would end this feud; but you weren't so naïve. You spent several long minutes mentally prepping yourself for more anxiety, telling yourself you could handle the day if you just powered through it. Everything should be fine so long as you didn't do anything else to upset him, as long as you didn't do anything to warrant him yelling at you - again.

You finally decided on an emotion, since you could feel so many at any given point in time, and since this situation was one you've never encountered before. Carmy had brought forth one of your biggest insecurities and then smashed it in your face like punk-ass siblings did to your birthday cake. You decided you were hurt by his words, tone, and actions; you were hurt by the man you loved unconditionally, and that was a terrifying thought on its own. He was once a man you thought couldn't do any wrong, to now being a man you were unsure of how to even speak to; fearful, as you once were as a child, to upset him and create hostility directed at you.

Carmy often forgot he didn't have a monopoly on toxic, complicated family dynamics, but being that Mikey was still so fresh for him, you kept quiet about your own issues in an effort to be a loving, supportive girlfriend. Yet even while trying not to upset anyone, to create tension, you somehow managed to. You felt your heart and soul shrivel into a withered raisin when you remembered your family and how they constantly put you down; saying that nobody wanted a girl like you who tried, tried, and tried again only to fail. They thought you were damaged goods, treated you as such and always smeared your name in the mud whenever you thought you had found someone to love you and be loved by you.

All that trauma was rearing its ugly head now, making doubt sink into the cracks of your relationship. No matter how hard he tried, Carmy couldn't ever take those words back once they've been said, and he had to understand that going forward, this would strain your relationship. Taking anger and frustration out on you was inappropriate, putting a bad taste in your mouth; making you wonder how the hell you'd ever move past this when his words circled your head like water draining from the sink.

Sometime around 9 am, you were curled up on the couch with your coffee and a book; Saturday dragging by slowly to allow you the reprieve of being off work. The bedroom door opened and you held your breath; sweat breaking out on your brow; heart stammering in your chest. When he came out, Carmy didn't look at you, which allowed you to watch him. He made a to-go cup of coffee, then shouldered his backpack before heading for the door.

"Carmy?" You asked softly in confusion, "I thought you were off today?"

"I am," he replied stiffly, "but I gotta run errands."

You didn't have time to respond before he was storming out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. You blinked in shock, confusion plunging your heart to your feet as you realized he didn't ask you to join him, in fact, he didn't appear to want to tell you his plans until you had to ask directly when he was walking out the door. You felt terrible, more tears swelling in your eyes at the discord your boyfriend prolonged.

Something in your heart snapped and you stood from your seat. With anger coursing through your veins, you turned into a miniature tornado and quickly started gathering whatever you could get your hands on that belonged to you. You had enough, you felt hurt, yes, we established this, but then the disrespect started to overflow out of your heart to color your blood. Never linger where you're not wanted, you should never tear yourself down to that level. Never should have to second guess yourself, either - especially in a space where you're supposed to be safe.

You started to wonder: is it clingy if you made dinner and saved him a plate? Is it clingy if you did his laundry? What about cuddling? Is that clingy? Well, apparently! What else are you wrong about? If you texted him? Asked his opinion? What about if you held his hand - is that clingy, too? Probably!

Physical touch and quality time were your love languages, but after this reaction, you wondered if everything you'd do from now on would be judged? Would you be crucified for showing your love? For trying to participate in your relationship?

All day, you moved your stuff back to your apartment. All shoes, clothes, purses, make-up, haircare and skincare products - any and all period products, too. You left fucking nothing; going as far as to lay face-down the photo of your two on his bedside stand. You'd of taken it, too, but you felt sick at the thought so you left it for him. Sunday night, you didn't return to his apartment, and Carmy didn't call to say goodnight; both figuring the other was still pissed off. Your Monday was long and annoying, but once it was over, you had to admit, it was strange returning to an empty apartment, heat up leftovers, eat while watching some Netflix show, and then crashing into bed - moving mechanically.

Days passed uneventfully, albeit, a bit sluggishly. And then, Thursday arrived, and with it, the shit that would hit the fan.

You were enraptured in this book by Anne Tyler called "Dinner At The Homesick Restaurant," and couldn't stop reading it. You nursed a mug of tea, the outside darkening with an approaching thunderstorm that would talk to you in the silence and send bolts of lightning to illuminate the city. A shrill ringtone then played, making you jump slightly and glance at your phone only to see Carmy's contact name and photo.

You stare at your phone for a long moment, and then, after convincing yourself that ignoring him would only add fuel to the fire, answered quietly, "Hello?"

"Peach? Hey, uh... Are you, um, still at work?"

"No?"

"Where are you, then?"

"I'm home."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"I'm standing right here and you're not, baby, unless you got superpowers or something?" He chuckled nervously, hearing nothing on your end. "In fact, I, uh... I don't see any of your things. You move 'em?"

He'd never admit it, but your personal touch in his living space transformed it into a home; and now that they were all gone, he hated how cold, dreary, and grey the apartment felt.

"Carmy, I mean my home. You know? The apartment I still pay for?"

"Oh, well... Why're you there?"

"Why wouldn't I be? I had to bring my stuff back and leave it somewhere safe."

"It was safe here, Peach," he argued.

"Yeah, but it's your space and last thing I need is to be yelled at and insulted again for being clingy 'cause I left clothes at your apartment."

"Fuc'k's sake," You heard him hiss under his breath, bringing tears to your eyes. "You know I don't mind, I want you to leave shit here so it's easier on you to commute. Look, you know it's Thursday, right? Does our standing date night ring any bells?"

"Okay, but we haven't honored that in weeks? You know, 'cause you've been really busy."

"I thought we could get back into it tonight."

You sighed, turning the page in your book, "No, I don't think so, but thanks anyway."

He took a long pause, asking nervously, "What's wrong, Peach?"

"Nothing. Is there anything else, Carmen? I'm in the middle of shit."

"Oh, uh, n-no, I guess that's it. You comin' over tomorrow?"

"No. I told my brother I'd help him this weekend."

"But tomorrow's... Friday?"

"Yeah, that's how a calendar works. I have to travel to get to him," you scoffed.

"You didn't think to tell me?"

"Why would I?"

"You tell me everything! You don't think that's something I should know? That my girl's not even gonna be here this weekend?"

"Well, you're the one who said I was fucking clingy, remember!?" You finally snapped. "So, I'm giving you all that space you wanted!"

"Baby - "

"No, it's a great idea. We need space, Carmen; this isn't fair to either of us anymore," you spoke seriously, the line going quiet.

"What?"

"We need space from this relationship."

"I don't. I don't need space, Peach, baby, no, just listen, okay? I'm so sorry, I came home stressed out and I took it out on you. I'm sorry, I really am, this isn't what I want. Okay? I'm sorry. Just - come back home and we can - "

"No, you know what? I think I'm the one who needs this space," you snapped. "You said some pretty fucked up things, Carmen, that you can't ever take back, and now that I know, I can't un-know what you think about me. So, I need time to sort myself out."

"What're you saying? A-Are you breaking up with me?"

"Not yet, no."

"Baby, don't do this. C'mon, okay? I'm sorry, baby, I-I-I was wrong for what I said, I didn't - I didn't mean it! None of it, okay? Know I love you, baby, please, just come home, okay? I'm so sorry, I love that you wanna be close to me, I shouldn't've pushed you away. I'm sorry, okay? Please, baby, I'm so sorry. I need you, Peach, please. Just come home, we'll talk it through, I promise, no yelling - "

"I think you already said it all. Your words were 'clingy' and 'desperate'. Oh, and you also called me a 'bitch', so, I'd hate to be the bitch that makes your already stressful life all the harder."

"I didn't mean that - "

"I gotta go, Carmen, we'll talk later, okay? Goodnight."

He froze when he listened to those three distinct beeps that indicated you hung up on him. Confusion and hurt now seeped into the cracks of Carmy's heart; wondering when the hell he'd become so Goddamn self destructive to ruin the best thing he's ever had - you. The apartment might as well turned into ice with the way the light left, your departure suddenly haunting him.

When will these boys learn? The love of a good woman is rare, they'd only ever be so lucky as to think they deserve a woman like you. Nobody ever gets to guilt you for your love language(s) and then grovel for forgiveness. You deserve better, you deserve more; whether you could see that right now or not, you deserved to be loved in the best way for you. And sometimes, that means walking away from something you once thought was exactly what you wanted, but perhaps, never what you needed - call that God's Plan.

[ part two: ] Two to Tango

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shuichisweave · 6 months

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costume party

riddler x (sort of bimbo) reader part one

halloween fic

suggestive

“Edward”

Oh dear god. Oh no. Oh fuck.

You did not call him Edward unless he had truly fucked up. What was it now? Had all of his plans of eventually letting you in on knowing who he truly was gone awry? He froze in place, unable to move or even look in your direction, as if he had been plastered down onto the cushion of the loveseat in your shared apartment.

No. Impossible. It couldn’t be- he had done everything absolutely perfectly, everything falling into place just as it should have, slowly introducing the idea of him being more radicalized than he had let on when he first met you. It was going to be sublime. He realized that by now he had not responded to you for nearly a minute. Better late than never.

“Yes dear? Is everything alright?” He looked over his shoulder to see you behind him tapping your foot on the ground. Looking impatient, disappointed even. “Eddie, baby, what day is it?” His eyes swatted from you to the calendar on the fridge. October 26th.

“Uhhhh… the twenty-sixth?” You softened your gaze slightly, realizing he had no clue how close the upcoming holiday was. “Eddie, we have a costume party coming up on the twenty-ninth of this month. There's only three days left counting today to get our shit together and put together some costumes. We’re going costume shopping today and that’s final” You turned back into your shared bedroom to get ready for shopping without another word. Edward let out a heavy sign he didn’t realize he had been keeping in.

The Halloween surplus store luckily wasn’t too bare bones for it being the end of October. A few shelves were sparingly stocked however most were full. Unfortunately for Eddie that just meant more for you to browse through and drag him into trying on. “Eddie, look at this! How cute! A playboy bunny costume! Isn’t it so pretty!” You showed him the vinyl wrapped costume package with a scantily clad woman with bunny ears on. He audibly gulped at the thought of having to share your presence with others while you wore that.

Even after having been together for over a year he still didn’t know how to respond to you in a situation like this. “It’s er- lovely sweetheart but don't you want these to be matching costumes? That means I’ll either have to be Hugh Hefner or a playboy bunny too, and I don’t know how I feel about having to wear that around some of your coworkers…” You took a moment to think on it, and placed the bagged costume back on its proper hook. “Good idea you’re so right! Plus Hugh Hefner is just ugh you know? I don’t want to think of you as a gross old guy” You went back to peruse some of the stocked costumes, taking your time to look through them carefully. “AHA! It’s so perfect, Eddie look! Look, look, look!” In your hands you held a skimpy little bo-peep costume, complete with thigh highs, a garter, and a baby pink shepherd's crook.

“So what do you think? Should I get it? That way you can be a cute little sheep and we’ll look perfect together! He nearly came in his work khakis at the thought of you, practically nude in that little get up and dragging him around the party like your sex slave. “Y-yes absolutely. I think you’ll look … so so pretty” You grinned and searched for a way to make him have a not too embarrassing sheep costume.

Finally making it home you squealed in delight at the thought of Ed seeing you in this costume and making his jaw drop to the floor. Although to him he just thought it was a shriek of happiness from finally having a cute outfit to wear for the party you would be holding. “Alright, I’m gonna go try it on! No peeking okay?” It was then that he realized it would have been a great idea to bug the bathroom, he would have made good use out of the pictures and videos that a hidden camera in there would produce. After a few minutes of hearing the sound of plastic bags and shuffling, the bathroom door opened and you appeared, donning the frilly costume. Your tits nearly spilled out the top of the corset top and the soft pink skirt left nothing to the imagination. You frowned slightly and said “Eddie? I’ve called your name three times by now. What do you think? Too much?” He nearly shouted “No! No no it’s perfect. Truly it’s perfect, you look perfect”

You strolled back over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so happy you like it Eddie, I absolutely adore it” You gently wrapped your arms over his shoulders, hanging off of him. “So now that I know how you feel about it- do you want to try it out?”

“Try it out? What do you mean?” He looked at you utterly confused. “C’mon Eddie baby” You said, taking him by the hand and pulling him towards your shared bedroom.

“Oh!”

Oh.

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deathshallbethelastenemy · 9 months

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what you see, i see (1)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)

TW⚠️: teenage gojo is mean, angst, mentions of death

This is a repost in regular font bc people couldn't read the first! There are some changes but they are very minor.

Whenever she closed her eyes she would see where he would go, and see everything he would see, and if she focused she could hear his conversations, and yet only the voices were ever clear while everything in his line of sight was always obscured, tinted dark. Her soulmate was never not wearing sunglasses, but it did nothing to shield her from the horrors he witnessed everyday.

She didn't know what they were- monsters, creatures, or curses (curses is what he called those things) that he saw on the daily basis. She used to worry about him. She would spend sleepless nights wondering if he was okay, but now, she resented him for it. Her mundane life that was full of ordinary things had been turned into an inescapable nightmare.

She could not see those creatures with her own eyes, even when she concentrated on her surroundings. The city was noisy and loud but never terrifying with monsters lurking around every corner and alleyway, but then, she'd close her eyes. Not intentionally, never intentionally anymore, and see a world hidden within her own.

His world. He was unafraid of it and she was deeply afraid of it - the abandoned buildings, the dark alleyways, fighting, blood, ichor, and death; she frightened of it all. She supposed he was brave for being able to face those horrors at all. She knew she could never be able too.

Her world, she wondered, if he thought it was boring, or if it brought him some sort of comfort seeing her life be so normal. A regular routine of school, friends, homework, exams, watching television, going to the library, internet browsing, running errands for her parents bakery, and coffee shops.

No, Gojo Satoru, did not find her world comforting. He did, indeed, find it to be incredibly boring. He was matched with a weak soulmate that couldn't even see curses, much less defend herself against them. How tiring his life would become if he ever met her - always having to save her because she was just so weak. So he never paid her any mind after he realized that. Never searched for her, never even let the thought of her linger for too long on his mind. A weakling like her doesn't have the right to have any of his attention.

Geto Suguru would call him a pompous and narcissistic jerk for not seeking her out, for belittling her, especially when she was right here in Tokyo.

"It's an honor, Satoru," Suguru would tell him, "fate trusts you to keep her safe from harm."

Everytime Satoru would simply fake vomit at his best friends sentiments.

"Do you know how many sorcerers wish for a soulmate?" Suguru would say, "and you're just not going to bother."

"Jealous," Satoru would smirk, "or lonely? You can have her."

She hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but she was glad she had. She did her best to keep her eyes open after that conversation. If she wasn't worth his time, then Gojo Satoru wasn't worth hers either. Instead, she buried herself in school work, in running for class president, in multiple clubs, and volunteering in shelters, and cleaning up trash in public spaces. Her school transcript would be so stellar, so perfect she would be able to go to college abroad.a place so far away that the chance of ever running into him would be next to impossible.

It was a late night for her again and this time, she blamed her soulmate. She didn't care that he had made a building collapse in itself two days ago, or that middle schoolers were fawning over Satoru as they, clearly, didn't know he was rotten on the inside, and she, absolutely, did not care that he was having a fun beach day. She cared that he hadn't slept in three days, and now, she was a victim of his insomnia.

Why couldn't he go to sleep already? She was tired of closing her eyes seeing common beige hotel walls as he remained ever vigilant on his surroundings. She was seeing too much and nothing, all at the same time; it was exhausting. She didn't know when she fell asleep, but she did, still she didn't dream. All she could see was a dimly lit hotel room and a brief darkness everytime he blinked.

It was a miracle she woke up on time for school in the morning. Her eyes were heavy and it was a struggle to focus on any of her lectures but she refused to rest her eyes. Her stupid soulmate would not get any reprieve from her. Not when she was deprived of basic rest last night.

Of course, she would naturally blink only to see him cheerfully chatting on a plane. Whatever, her class was far more important. Anything in her life was far more important than he ever could be.

She tilted her head up to look up at the clock.

15:00:00

Class was almost over.

She blinked.

Satoru was complaining about having to take care of a 'brat'. She rolled her eyes and focused on the chalkboard at the front of the class.

15:02:08

She blinked again.

Blue had overtaken her vision as it pulled cobblestones and buildings into the vibrant cool hued color - forcing the buildings to collapse in on themselves as nothing but ruin was left around Satoru.

She opened her eyes. It didn't matter, she knew one thing about him for sure, he never loses.

15:02:15

She stilled. A dark chill consumed her as her body began to become numb. She continued to copy down notes from the chalkboard but she couldn't feel the pen in her palm. She dug her nails into her palm next and still, she felt nothing.

Her eyes widened. Death, this was how she imagined death would feel like. A silent sob went raked through her body - she hadn't noticed it before, how her heartbeat had been mirroring Satoru's until now. An aching emptiness filled her like a part of her had been ripped from her.

She covered her mouth in an effort to stop her cries. Her vision blurred with tears and one right after the other, they fell, seeping into her notebook and smudging the black ink.

Could Satoru see her now in his final moments? She sucked in a harsh breath. What about the girl he was protecting? She had only seen her briefly but she needed protection, did she not? That's why he was there to keep the girl safe.

"______" someone was saying her name, and then, a soft, gentle shake, "______, what's wrong? What happened?

Soulmates were so rare, so so so rare most people didn't believe in them. They would call her crazy, a liar, an attention seeking romantic, so she forced herself to wipe the tears from her cheeks, and said: "My mother just texted me," she hiccupped, "my grandmother died." She turned to face the teacher, "I'm sorry for disrupting class."

Then, the bell rang - loud and piercing, and the day had continued onward as if nothing had happened. As if her world hadn't just been turned upside down, as if the cold, icy grip of death wasn't looming over her - watching her every move, until the grim reaper, finally deemed to snuff her out one day as well.

A hot summer day and she was shivering cold.

Part 2: where you go, i go

Part 3: you know i adore

Part 4: i'm crazier for you

Part 5: baby, you're the life of the party

Part 6: something's made your eyes go cold

#gojo satoru #jjk #jujustu kaisen #teen gojo #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #hidden inventory arc #spoilers for hidden inventory #gojo is mean but barely makes a cameo #so does geto #part one???#probably the only part #have fun reading #this is not proofread #jjk soulmate au #soulmate au #gojo soulmate au

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lynnsadventur · 17 days

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Sixteen-year-old Brooke steered her car into the parking lot across the street from the convenience store, on her way to a postgame football party with her cheerleading squad.

She was going to buy some sodas and chips to bring to the party, but she had also wanted to sneak in a six-pack of beer. Her parents didn't drink, so the only way she could get some would be to shoplift the beers. She had done a small amount of shoplifting before, and it was rather easy.

By parking across the street and carrying her large cheerleading duffle bag into the store while dressed in her uniform, it would give the appearance that she was walking home following the game. Then she could buy the pop and chips, but slip the beers into her bag, as well.

As she walked into the store, she smiled at the clerk, a middle-aged man in his forties, who was working alone. She browsed the snack aisle slowly, taking her time, as she picked up a bag of chips. Then she sauntered over to the refrigerated case.

As Brooke passed the beer rack, she looked toward the clerk to see if he was noticing. He seemed to be reading something in another direction, so she quietly slipped the refrigerated case door open and deftly snuck a six-pack of beer into the partially unzipped duffle bag. Then she scooted over to the sodas and picked up a six-pack of those to pay for.

Brooke hadn't realized it, but the store clerk had been watching her in one of the large parabolic mirrors, checking her out in her little uniform, while she had slipped the beers into her bag.

When she arrived at the register to pay for the sodas and chips.

"Do you need anything else tonight?" the clerk asked.

"No," Brooke replied. "That should do it."

"Then what about the beers in your bag?" he inquired.

Brooke's face fell off.

"Shit," she muttered. She had never been caught before, and never really thought about the consequences, since it had been so easy.

Brooke slowly reached into the bag and pulled the beers out.

"Well young lady," he said. "I guess you're in some trouble now."

He picked up the phone and dialed the police, who told him they would be there in a couple of minutes.

"Okay, miss, just wait over there near the office door. The police will be here in a couple of minutes."

Brooke wanted to cry. She had never really contemplated the potential outcome, and now it was too late. And this store clerk was going to take no mercy on her.

It didn't take long for the law to arrive. Two police officers, one probably in his early forties and one who seemed to be just out of training, walked into the store.

"You've got another lifter?" the older cop asked.

"Yep," he answered. "A kid, right over there next to the office door."

The clerk pointed squarely at young Brooke, who wished she could be anywhere but there at that moment.

The older cop got an eyeful of Brooke, and he could tell she was scared.

"Well, we're gonna take her into the office for a while and talk to her before we take her in," he told the clerk.

"That's fine," the clerk responded. "I'll be here in case you need anything."

The older cop looked over at the younger one and smirked as the two slowly approached young Brooke.

"Well, young lady, I guess you've found yourself some trouble, huh?" the older office asked.

"Yes, sir," Brooke answered solemnly.

"Well, then, I think we'd better step into this office and discuss the situation before we take you in," he said.

The officer opened the office door and ushered the three of them in, carefully locking the door behind them.

"So," asked the younger cop. "What were you trying to steal?"

"Beers," she simply said.

"This isn't the first time we've seen minors trying to steal beer, either" he told her.

"So what happens now?" Brooke asked.

Knowing that the store policy was simply to take minors in to scare them, but not to prosecute, the older cop figured to play the situation for all he could get.

"Well, we're supposed to take you in to the station and book you for shoplifting, then call your parents. They can bail you out or let you spend the night in jail before you see the judge tomorrow morning."

Brooke's eyes started to water.

"Isn't there any way you could just let me go with a warning?" she begged. "My parents will kill me, and I'll get kicked off the cheer squad, for sure."

"Well, that's not the policy," the younger officer told her. "Sorry."

"Please?" she pleaded with teary eyes to both men. "I'll do anything not to get in trouble for this. I've learned my lesson."

The older cop looked young Brooke's sexy little body over. She looked so hot in her little cheerleading uniform.

"Anything, huh?" he mused.

"Yes, sir," she said.

His eyes devoured the teenaged cheerleader. She had long, wavy blonde hair, large and bright blue eyes and delicious- looking lips.

Brooke wore a tight, body-hugging sweater. It was a V-neck style, white on the top with a bulldog emblem for the local high school across the chest. The emblem stood out impressively, propelled by her two "C"-cup-sized breasts. The sweater was black on the bottom half, with a four-inch-wide band of bold/white/black/white/gold across the body of the sweater in a similar "V" shape, just below the emblem, with the black initials "MHS" in the white area between the "V". The same color pattern extended across the back of the form-fitting sweater, as well as the long sleeves.

Her skirt was black with sixteen inverted gold and white alternating pleats. It hemmed out very high on her shapely tanned thighs and nicely caressed her fine teenaged ass. A pair of white knee socks, with a black band around the top, and white athletic shoes capped off her delightful uniform.

The older cop wanted her pussy, and this cheerleader seemed very willing to do almost whatever she could to avoid trouble. He glanced over at the younger officer and smiled.

"You're not thinking what I'm thinking, are you?" blurted the other cop.

"Yep, I'm afraid I am," came his answer.

"What's going on?" asked poor Brooke.

"I think my partner has an option for you," the young cop told her.

"Like what?" Brooke inquired, anxious for anything at this point.

The older cop was straight to the point.

"Like we let you go, provided you let us both fuck you and cum in that cute little mouth of yours," he simply offered.

Brooke simply looked at them both, absolutely stunned at the idea of getting out of trouble.

"And then you'd just let me go?" she asked.

"Yep," the cop said.

"That would be okay, I guess," she relented. "Because I don't want any trouble. It's just that I've never been fucked before."

"Are you serious?" asked the younger cop. "A beautiful girl like you?"

"No," Brooke answered. "I never had the guts to ask a guy yet, and I guess they haven't, either."

"Well then," said the older man, "we'll just have to show you how it's done."

"And you want to shoot your stuff in my mouth?" she asked, wincing a bit at the idea.

"Definitely. And you would need to swallow it, too."

"I've heard it doesn't usually taste very good," she commented.

"Well, that's part of the deal. We don't want to leave a mess in this office."

"Okay."

"But we'll have to be pretty quick about it," the young cop added. "Because that store manager will wonder what's going on. And we'll have to be quiet, too."

Brooke nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then, sweetheart," the older guy said as he unbuckled his trousers. "You can start by sucking on my cock."

Brooke just nodded and stepped toward the man to do as she was told.

"And I'll fuck you from behind while you suck him," added the young cop. "Just bend over for me."

Brooke looked a bit alarmed.

"You're not gonna put that thing in my butt, are you?" she asked with concern.

"No, I'm gonna stick it in your pussy from behind," he explained. "It's called 'doggy-style'."

Brooke snickered as the older guy fished his half-erect penis from his boxers and offered it to the high school cheerleader. Brooke took it in her hand and obediently placed it in her warm mouth. Bent forward, she started sucking on it while the guy fucked her mouth slowly.

She felt the other guy's hands as they reached under the pleats of her little skirt. He pushed the pleats upward to expose the tight gold cheerleading bloomers with her white cotton panties underneath.

Brooke felt him grab the waistband of both pairs and tug her bloomer/panty combination down her thighs, leaving them stretched across her legs, just above her knees. He spread her knee socked legs for leverage and fisted his hard cock against her virgin pussy lips from behind.

Her pussy was dry, so the young cop began rubbing her pussy lips with his dick. It didn't take long to get the hot little cheerleader nice and wet. Within a couple of minutes, young Brooke's pussy was sopping with her own cunt juices.

By this time, Brooke had sucked the other cop big and hard. His cock now filled her young mouth, and he began to pump in and out of her lips. Brooke put her hands on her knees for rest and support as the guy skull-fucked her with one hand grasping each side of her head.

The young cop nestled the head of his prick to Brooke's love tunnel and slowly pushed it in until it hit her maidenhead, the thin membrane that marked her virginal state.

"Okay, baby, I'm gonna bust your cheery now," he told her. "It'll hurt a little bit at first, but it'll go away."

He put his hands on the sides of her cheerleading sweater and punched it through her hymen quickly. Brooke grunted as he popped her innocence, but the pain quickly subsided.

"Okay, baby, that was it," he reassured her. "You'll be fine, now."

The cop slowly pulled out, then slid it back in repeatedly, each time giving the teen cheerleader about a quarter-inch more schlong. Before long, he was able to fuck a good five inches into her first-time twat, enjoying the ultra-tight fit of her virgin pussy.

Poor Brooke was getting pumped from both ends simultaneously as she was bent over in her sexy cheer uniform with her hands on her knees.

"Stroke it with your tongue while I fuck that mouth of yours," said the older cop.

Brooke tried as best she could to satisfy the man. After a few minutes of double-fucking, the two men decided to switch positions simply by having little Brooke turn around.

"I need to rest my mouth for a couple of minutes," Brooke said. "My jaws are sore."

"Then I'll fuck you on this desk while you rest for my partner," said the older cop.

As Brooke wiggled her cheer briefs and panties down to her ankles and kicked them aside, he picked the cheerleader up and placed her on the edge of the desk. Brooke lifted her legs, placing the soles of her shoes on the edge of the desk, also, wide to the sides.

The sixteen alternating gold and white pleats of her little black cheer skirt spread nicely across the top of her thighs as she presented her moist love treasure to the older cop. She looked marvelous with her knee socks cocked to the sides, inviting the man to impale her with his saliva-coated cock.

He lifted the sides of her sweater and tugged the fabric high on her chest, above her ample breasts, as he also lifted her bra cups to let her mammaries free.

"Yeah, let's see those nice tits while I fuck you," he blurbed, as he squatted a bit to put his cock in position.

Brooke smiled as she looked down and watched him push the head of his prick between her pussy lips and gently slide it in. She could feel his member fill her tight, warm snatch as he took several fuck-strokes to drive the full length into the young girl, mashing his pubic hair against her pink clit.

"Oh, yeah," he murmured. "Fits like a fucking glove..."

The younger cop watched, gently stroking himself, as his partner hammered little Brooke's deflowered pussy gently but firmly. Brooke's tits wiggled with each thrust as they dangled beneath her cheerleading sweater and bra.

Brooke was really enjoying this now. She looked over at a nearby mirror and was able to see the reflection of herself getting fucked from a third-person perspective. It made her even hornier.

The cop was only able to fuck young Brooke for a few minutes then he accidentally blew an load in her tight warm wet pussy.

"Fuck," he gasped, as he pulled out of her. "I've gotta stop, before I blow another load in your cunt."

"It's my turn, then," said the younger cop, quickly, anxious to dip his fleshy spear into her teen treasure again.

As his partner stepped aside, the young cop assumed the position and was quickly fucking the teen cheerleader with a frenzied pace.

The older cop could only watch as Brooke's long blonde hair bounced around with her tits as his partner drilled her with quick thrusts. He didn't even touch his cock because he knew he would blow his wad early. The excitement level was just too much.

The young cop didn't last long, either, before he also had to pull out.

"Okay, let's switch positions again, just like how we started."

The two officers pulled Brooke down from the desk and positioned her between them again, this time bent forward to receive the younger guy's cock in her mouth.

Placing her hands on her knees again, Brooke opened her mouth wide for her oral fucking, while feeling the back of her little skirt being pulled up and the other cock entering her pussy from behind.

The younger guy slid himself into her waiting mouth, and she sealed her lips around him. The threesome continued the hot 'n heavy action for another four or five minutes.

"I'm ready to shoot off," grunted the older cop. "How about you?"

"Yeah, I think it's time," grunted his younger partner.

The one cops pulled out of the teen cheerleader mouth

"Okay," said the one. Kneel right here , hold your head back and keep your mouth open."

Brooke nodded and did as she was instructed. She was almost completely out of trouble with the law now, and she knew she had to keep her end of the deal.

"I'll go first," said the

He positioned himself between the girl's knees and put the head of his cock on her tongue as he stroked himself.

"Remember, you need to swallow it all so we don't leave a mess. Understand?" he asked.

Brooke nodded, as she waited for his creamy cargo.

"Aw, shit, here it comes," the cop grunted.

His cock spurted a load of thick, frothy goo into the cheerleader's open mouth, sliding down her tongue to the back of her throat. Again and again, he fired his spunk repeatedly into her young mouth, and the obedient girl swallowed every bit of his load without hesitation. After four or five salvos of steamy cum, he squeezed the last of it onto the girl's tongue.

"Oh yeah, baby," he exulted. "You're such a good girl."

He stepped aside to zip up as his partner took his turn, standing between the girl's knees.

"Hey, baby, stick your tongue out so I can watch it shoot into your mouth without spilling a drop," he told her.

Brooke pressed her tongue against the underside of his cock, keeping her head back and mouth wide open. It didn't take this guy long, either, to give her a good, frothy drink.

"Aw, shit!" he exclaimed, as he shot his first wad of cum off the roof of her mouth.

Another squirt of warm, creamy jizz followed, then another, and another. Brooke's mouth was filling with the cop's spunk faster than she could swallow.

"God, that's a load!" exclaimed his partner. "You're gonna drown the poor kid."

The young cop kept on feeding the cheerleader his creamy nectar, which pooled in her mouth. Brooke tried desperately to gulp down the relentless flow of semen. Finally, the cascade of cum slowed to a point where Brooke managed to swallow fast enough to keep up. Mercifully, it trickled to a stop.

"Okay, baby, suck the last of it out, he told her.

Brooke sealed her lips around his cock and sucked as he stroked himself down the shaft one last time, slowly squeezing the last of his seed into the teenager's mouth. She felt the last of his creamy goop as it hit her taste buds, and she swallowed the last drops of it like a proper young cheerleader should.

"Well, sweetheart, you've earned your freedom," said the older cop, with a smile. "Just let us put you in the squad car and take you a block away, so this store manager thinks we're doing our job."

Brooke nodded as she pulled her bra and sweater back into position, and then reached for her panties and cheer briefs, quickly putting them back on. She smiled to herself, happy to be out of trouble with the law, but also happy she had pleased these men.

#older man younger woman #oldermen #older daddy #older guys #teacher crush #dadyslittlegirl #fuck me dady #older dad bf #daddy's good girl #cheerleader

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keyotos · 11 months

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i'm yours tonight

summary ⎯ late nights w/ dan heng. inspired by my sleepover hcs.

tana's words ⎯ having HELLA dan heng brainrot rn. also i'm getting through everyone's requests ASAP!! i just wrote this bc im having major writers block rn.

tags ⎯ fluff. unestablished relationship but the feels are there. oblivious idiot (you). reading together (real).

"psst. dan heng, are you awake?" you whispered. you were crouching down next to him on the floor, head circling his figure as you tried to find out if he was awake or not. it was the early hours of the morning and you felt slightly guilty for waking him up.

"now i am," dan heng shuffled around until he faced you. "what is it?"

"i can't sleep," you laughed dryly, "again. do you have a book i could borrow?" you stood up. dan heng wanted to pull you down by your hand so you could be back on his level. he reached out slightly and then shot his hand down.

dan heng stumbled out of his floor mattress. charming, he thought to himself. he moved towards his bookshelf as you followed him. you stood so close to dan heng that he started feeling goosebumps on his neck; the warmth of your breath making him shiver.

"what are you in the mood for today?" dan heng asked as he started browsing his shelf.

"anything, really," you sighed. "something boring? i've been having trouble sleeping for the past few days," you rubbed a hand over your temples.

"have you been alright?" dan heng swiftly turned to face you, all thoughts about the book forgotten.

"yeah," you rubbed your eyes, "i've been fine. you don't have to worry about me," you beamed through your drowsiness.

i always worry about you, he wanted to say.

"dictionary?" dan heng pulled out the book, emphasizing its thickness.

"words. perfect," you wiggled your eyebrows. you grabbed the book and flipped through a few pages. it's condition was pristine, as always.

"thanks, dan heng," you looked at the book and then looked back up to him, "hopefully i'll be able to sleep soon," you held onto the book tighter. for some reason, you wanted to stay in this room; stay with dan heng.

dan heng parted his lips, in awe of how you still look gorgeous even when you're exhausted, "no problem," he gulped, "if you need another way to sleep faster, i know a good herbal tea recipe."

"i might have to take you up on that offer one time," you smirked, "if you hear three knocks on your door, just know it's me."

dan heng laughed, "noted."

you waved goodbye and started walking out the door. you intentionally started walking slower than usual, in hopes dan heng would offer you tea right now. you didn't feel like going back to sleep, especially going back to sleep alone.

you stopped in your tracks. dan heng didn't move; he examined you, wondering if you forgot something or not.

"is it okay if i stay in here?" you turn back around, walking slightly closer to him, "i don't feel like falling asleep alone tonight."

dan heng raised his eyebrows in shock, facial expression slightly contorted, "i⎯uh. are you sure?"

hearing his reaction made you want to shrivel into your body. his confused tone made you worry, "um. yeah," you looked down at the floor, "unless you don't want me here. that's fine!" you looked back up at dan heng.

dan heng blushed at your disconcerted state, "no. you're welcome to stay if you'd like," you're welcome to stay all the time, "but my bed is uncomfortable. do you really want to stay in the archives?" he raised his eyebrows as a way to affirm your answer.

"oh!" your entire figure stood up, "i'll stay wherever you are, to be honest," you had no idea of the affect one sentence had on dan heng. while he was trying to hide his blush, you continued, "but if your bed is a problem, we'll just stay in my room."

"are you sure⎯" dan heng was cut off.

"yes," you vigorously nodded your head. "why else would i offer?" you wrapped your arm around his neck, "okay! let's move!"

dan heng keep rubbing his neck on the way to your room. when did it get so hot? luckily for him, he felt his warmth drain when he reached your room. it was freezing: definitely below (at least) 67 degrees. and then he noticed the heap of blankets lying on your bed, which explained so much.

"make yourself at home!" you waved your arms around, as if you were showing a grand prize. you flopped onto the bed and proceeded to wrap yourself in the blankets.

dan heng, on the other hand, chose to lay on top of the covers for two reasons. the first reason being, if he had gotten under the covers with you, he feared that he'd be too flustered to even face you. the second reason was he may burn up.

"are you gonna get under here?" you asked, shuffling around your mountain of blankets, "it gets really cold at night."

"i'll be fine. don't worry about me," he shrugged. as he tried to light the lamp on your nightstand, you grabbed his hand before he could turn it on.

"quoting me now?" you teased.

"i⎯" he paused. "i assure you, yn. i'll be fine," trying to hide his gaze from your eyes. your hand on his feels so blissful. your grip, so light and calming.

"and i assure you," you hold on tighter, "you're gonna be cold tonight. like, freezing. i saw your body react to when we came in here. you were about to shiver," you recognized his body language? "don't be stubborn. c'mon."

hesitantly, dan heng made his way under the covers. he could feel you next to him, your body radiating heat the blankets could not. unknowingly, he gravitated towards you, so much so that the two of you were touching knees.

"feel better now?"

"slightly, yes."

"you do," you dragged on the syllables in a sing-song way. you opened up the dictionary and began to read inside your head. well, struggling to read. it was dark and you insisted to not turn on the lights (it disrupts REM sleep, you said).

"give me that," dan heng grabbed the book out of your hands. though you try to protest, he holds the book out of your grasp.

while you try to reach for it, you end up sprawling yourself all over dan heng's body. at some point, you went from simply pressing your chest up against his to practically straddling him.

dan heng tried to take his mind off of your position; he focused on keeping the dictionary out of your hands. it was fun, teasing you. if his arm was standing in one place it would've been easier to reach, however, dan heng possessed a sense of agility you knew nothing of until tonight.

when you exhausted yourself in your efforts, you crashed down on top of dan heng. for someone who was (apparently) adept on dan heng's body language, you didn't notice how his chest was rising unevenly, how is breaths were more shallow and hitched. you concluded that his warmth occured from how many blankets were on top of him, and not the fact that you were practically centimeters away from his lips.

"how else am i supposed to sleep if i can't read," you mumbled in his ear, too worn out to talk at a normal volume.

dan heng tilted his face away from yours, scared that something would happen if he had gotten too close, "i'll read for you."

this time, you hauled yourself off of dan heng's body, now opting for leaning into his side, "how? you can't read in the dark either?" you leaned your head on your hand so you could look at dan heng. dan heng was grateful for the dark, otherwise, if not for the dark, you'd be able to see how red he was in the moment.

"i actually can," he opened the book, flipping through the pages to find the most boring words. you shook your head in disbelief; there was no way he could actually read in the dark (he could).

you shuffled through the blankets once more, trying to find the cold spot on the bed. the cold spot was nice, but it wasn't satisfactory, for you could not hear the sounds of dan heng's voice. so you leaned closer, resting your head on his shoulder yet again.

"quintessence: the most perfect or typical example of a quality or class," dan heng read out. you found that his voice started lulling you to sleep already.

"do you think people just make these words up and they just appear in the dictionary?" you slur out, consciousness slowly fading away.

dan heng softly chuckled, "maybe," he flipped through more pages, "tintinnabulation: a ringing or tinkling sound."

you laughed into his bicep, "are you sure you're not the person making these words up?"

dan heng wanted to sear your laughter into his skin, "i'm not. are you about to sleep yet?"

"i'm sleeping now," you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, "mimimimi⎯"

dan heng delicately smacked the dictionary on your face, "sleep," he stressed. when you moved yourself closer to dan heng, he couldn't help but pull you slightly closer. maybe it was the facade of exhaustion donning on him, or maybe it was because he wanted you closer.

as he felt your breathing slow and listened to you get less chatty, he knew you fell asleep. he set the dictionary aside and tilted his head down to look at you. how could one look so enchanting while sleeping? he carefully stroked your eyebrow, an endearment he used only for you, and pulled you closer into him.

when you two woke up in the morning, none of you dared to discuss how you were practically entangled and intertwined together.

bonus:

"i think that was the best sleep i've ever gotten," you laid on dan heng's shoulder. "your voice put me to sleep."

dan heng, trying to avoid even closer contact, "so are you saying my voice bores you?" he teases.

"what!?" you take your head off of his shoulder. though dan heng avoided the encounter, he wished for your head to come back down; he missed how his heart began to race with you near.

"no! your voice is just⎯ really peaceful. and calming. and nice," you try to explain yourself. when you see a slight smirk threatening to show on his face, you scowled. "it's too early for this," you playfully shoved him away from you, missing his smile on the way.

#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗)#idk something about this man gets me out of writers block for some reason. hes so easy to write for.#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #dan heng hsr #dan heng #dan heng imagines #hsr x reader #hsr x you #dan heng x y/n #i've written so much for him lately. idk man he's just so easy to write for.#dan heng reading in the dark is just a hc

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nicohischierz · 3 months

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i need another hughes sister story i would gobble that shit up. maybe at the lake house or something and they’re upset cause they missed her and she spending time with bf. and she makes it up to them with movie night ????????

you and will were currently in the living room having an intense Mario kart competition. currently, you were in the lead with one point but will was slowly catching up.

outside the window, you could hear the laughter coming from your brothers and their friends. the group were currently playing a game of football outside and you could see jack teasing luke with quinn trying to get in the middle.

it reminded you of when you were younger.

when the three brothers walked into the house, they were met with the sight of you cuddled up against your boyfriend, his arms wrapped protectively across you.

"i thought she was going to spend more time with us?" jack asked, sneering slightly at the two nineteen-year-olds.

quinn ignored his brothers complaint and sighed a little. he had missed his younger sister a lot and the fact that she wasn't spending a lot of time with them hurt.

luke rolled his eyes. he loved his siblings but he just wished that they would all get along better.

"she has been spending time with us rowdy," luke defended.

jack scoffed. "only if she's with her boy toy. when was the last time we hung out as just the siblings?"

"i don't see you putting in any effort to tell her how you feel," luke spat before walking to his room.

"rowdy, i know you're hurt because so am I but you can't just go be mad at her for spending time with her boyfriend. remember how she felt before christmas?" quinn let his words settle in his younger brothers mind before adding.

jack sulked and headed to his room.

the boys didn't know you were awake, but you heard everything that they said and you were filled with guilt.

"hey bub, do you want to head out for a late night drive?" will asked. you shook your head and continued browsing your laptop.

the blonde furrowed his eyebrows and slowly pulled your hand away from your mouth where you were biting your nails.

"what's wrong?" he asked.

"my brothers are hurt that i'm not spending time with them," you whispered.

will brought you in for a hug as you nuzzled into his neck. he had been on the receiving end of your many rants on how your brothers rarely put effort into your relationship, so he knew how much this affected you.

he glanced at your laptop screen and understood what you were trying to do.

“why don’t you pick a movie and i’ll get the guys down to the basement?” he asked.

you nodded and got to picking oceans 11 and setting up the basement like every movie night.

once you were set will ran up to get your brothers. he led the three down before dashing back up the stairs and making sure everyone left the house.

“i’m sorry for not spending time with you guys,” you whispered. quinn noticed the tears starting to fill your eyes and hugged you.

“you don’t have to worry squish. just knowing that you’re in the same house is alright with me,” he reassured

you shook your head. “i complained that you guys didn’t make any effort to hand out with me but now that you guys are, i’m the one not making an effort,” you hiccuped.

jack shook his head. “you have every right not wanting to see us. but right now i’m ready to spend the night with my annoying little sister,” he teased.

you giggled and played the movie.

luke had the popcorn bowl in his hands the whole time whilst you fought for your snacks with jack.

it felt just like the old times and none of you were going to forget that.

#hughes sister imagine #nicohischierz request

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baby-fics · 2 years

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Hi honey. How have you been? Sorry to bother you, but I wanted to make a request. Maybe a day of shopping with Stu and Billy? Stu starts spoiling you even though Billy says no and you regress, just cuddles and some quality time with CG Billy and Stu.

This could be almost self indulgent, when they buy me the things I ask for or fulfill my whims I just slipped into my small mental age and nothing can stop me lol. Feel free to ignore this if it's boring or annoying.

A Lesson in Communication

This request made me so excited, I low-key like being spoiled but it makes me anxious. Hope you like it!

(CW: Light angst/Comfort, Mild Swearing, mild panic attack, Billy's kinda mean here, baby doesn't know how to receive gifts and Stu gonna change that.)

Okay... So. You're caregivers? Wonderful and they are VERY close. The three of you are as close as people could be!! Your daddies however? Horrible at communicating.

Which often leads to confusion, arguments, and meltdowns on your part when small. Like.. this time! The Daddies are a pair of dumb dumbs.

Billy needed some clothes from the mall, he said it was an in and out trip and "No Browsing". Which is fine! You were excited to be done with that and go home to snuggle!

Stu however, wasn't listening and was excited for an opportunity to spoil his baby. He's filthy rich and has noticed lately that when the three of you go shopping.. you never ask for anything! Unacceptable.

So he was looking forward to encouraging a "Papa can I have please?" Behavior. Billy was on a one track route though..

So when you got to the mall, you kept your head down as to not look at the kids stores, let alone the Build a Bear.

A single peek at that and you'll be a two year old.

Billy and Stu had you pulled in two different directions, first going with Stu who was currently trying to drag you to the baby section (where you DEFINITELY aren't gonna want a stuffie 👀)

When Stu sees you staring at a cow plushie, he tells you "You know... If you want it, all you need to say is Please~" He told you In a knowing voice.

Seeing his encouraging face it gave you the confidence to grab and ask politely for the Moo Moo toy. And when Stu said yes, you bolted to put it in the cart.

However, when. You got to the cart to put your toy in, Billy scolded you!! Telling you that this was an outing for necessities! "Now isn't the time for toys baby, I just told you that!"

You had to put your moo moo back on the nearest shelf.. and you were confused!! Papa Stu said you could get it, but Daddy Billy wasn't letting you explain!

You didn't exactly know what to do here..? Go back to Stu? Given what Billy said, you thought Stu tricking you? Why would they say one thing is okay and you then scold you!! Didn't make sense!

And when Billy saw your upset and confused little face, he assumed that it was "brattiness" and scoffed which made you feel even worse..

Cautiously leaving, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable around your caregiver, and contemplated going to Stu. But what if it was Daddy and Papa teasin you.. I mean Stu asked you if you wanted something and Billy said no!!

What kind of game was this?? You weren't gonna play it if it meant getting in trouble..

You started to get overwhelmed, the situation didn't SEEM drastic but it was that way for you. It just didn't make sense and you didn't feel safe anymore.

You needed to get away from the two that were pulling you in different directions, it was making you feel small and scared; a panic induced regression beginning to take hold.

When you left, Stu couldn't find you- so he assumed you were with Billy. You weren't. He also didn't see your stuffie in the basket, instead on a nearby shelf.

"Billy have you seen MC? They didn't come back and I thought they were with you? Something happen?" He looked to the stuffie and said, "That's weird, did they not want it? They seemed so excited to get this stuffie too.."

Cue Billy feeling like a giant Dumbass.

"I thought... God damn it. Did you see where they were going??" "No I thought they were with you!" -Now BOTH of them feel like dumbasses, especially since, when he scolded you, he could see that tell-tale haze wash over your face that told Billy that you'd slipped..

"They're small, fuck they're small and upset and NOT WITH US!" Now they were both panicking, the basket full of items long forgotten.

They started running through the stores checking the spots where you might be hiding, until Stu remembered you staring at the build a bear on the way in.

He grabbed Billy's arm and headed straight to every Littles favorite store. When they arrived they saw you, clearly upset, but you had stopped by the store windows absolutely mesmerized.

Billy and Stu walked to you slowly and Billy gently grabbed your arm, which scared you and sent you walking back into Stu.

Seeing them, you started to breathe faster as you thought Billy was still angry at you- and you weren't all that sure about Stu at the moment either...

Billy grabbed your cheeks and rubbed them gently with his thumbs while Stu held you from behind. They both told you how sorry they were for not understanding what the other was trying to do and making you confused in the process.

When it hit you that you were safe.. you didn't exactly know what to do from here! Billy looked up at Stu and both of them turned to build a bear.

Smirking, they turned your body towards the store and began to push you towards the different Stuffie Skins™.

You froze, not really understanding and Stu bent down to tell you, "Pick out a friend and an outfit baby, then we'll go back to the store to get the other things you picked out."

When Billy bent down to your ear and said, "And when we do that, and you let Daddy get his things, you can pick two more stores to go in and Papa will get you anything you want~". This was also followed by Stu saying, "Anything baby, and if you don't ask- I'll just buy whatever you look at!"

You blushed and told them thank you, which honestly didn't feel sufficient enough. And they knew that after this it would be a plethora of little thank you's. No matter how many times Stu told you, one thank you is enough Babycakes❤️

You picked out your stuffie, did the heart ceremony, dressed, and named your friend. You were hesitant to put them in the box though... But Daddy Billy said you could hold them in the car!!

Then you went back to the first store and had to re-collect the needed items. Then, as promised, they led you to each and every store where Stu bought literally everything you stared at for more than five seconds.

Normally, Billy would be ticked off that a 20 minute shopping trip turning into a 2 hour one. But the smile on your face and seeing your confidence grow, eh- he'll tolerate this, only cause your cute when your eyes light up.

Plus, his partner was happy. Stu's been WAITING to spoil you like this. He could tell that Stu wasn't even satisfied, but you were.

I mean, for someone who was told 'No' for the majority of their life, it would take a while to get you used to being spoiled.

Which is a prospect that left Stu bouncing as he loves being a Caregiver and provider. Gift giving is DEFINITELY his love language.

As the two of you left the mall and settled into the car, you with your BaB. Billy told you how good you were for them that day, and Stu telling you about taking you shopping again.

"Next time I want that pile to be twice it's size you hear me baby? You'll be rotten when I'm done with you!" Stu said beaming.

Oh boi, a monster was unleashed on this day.

#agere caregiver #little!reader #agere little #agere reader #agere slasher #billy x reader x stu #billy loomis #stu macher

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jnnul · 10 months

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where have you been?

a/n: before you ask, no i didn’t expect this to turn out the way it did either. i’m ngl i love this one though...it’s kinda similar to five questions but just so much...idk...more syrupy? if that makes sense lol.

word count: 1.2k

tags: fluff, growing up together, husband!sunghoon, just little snippets from your marriage with the man of your dreams tw: minor mentions of heart attacks, calm and happy death (i promise it’s possible), pregnancy (?)

gif credits: @ridin

it was sunghoon’s favorite question. really, you didn’t even know how romantic the question really was until you met sunghoon. you had always thought the question to be rather possessive and aggressive. you didn’t like being controlled in a relationship and just the reminders of your parents asking you where you had been and who you had been with were enough to steer you away from any man who would ask that question.

but it was different with sunghoon.

sunghoon wasn’t really a romantic person - when you were dating and even after getting married. he appreciated romance and he dabbled in it here and there if he knew that it would make you happy - which in itself, was romantic but sunghoon would rather die than admit that he could be romantic. so he was romantic in ways that he didn’t even realize that he was being.

where have you been? when it was late at night and your phone dies so sunghoon doesn’t know if you’re just having a really nice night with your friends or if he should be filing a missing person report. he knows he’s being dramatic and it really doesn’t mean anything that you haven’t texted him since halfway through dinner. but he can’t help but asking against his own will the second you walk through the door of your shared apartment. and when you show him the ‘charging needed’ symbol on your phone and a box of pasta you had brought home with him, sunghoon’s worry begins to dissipate.

where have you been? when you’re tiredly slipping off your shoes, your work briefcase’s strap nearly falling off of your shoulder. you look like you’ve been beaten half to death (figuratively) and are in need of a full session of tlc. when you halfheartedly call out that you’ve just been having a rough day and you were going to turn in early, sunghoon’s leaping out of his seat to heat up dinner the second he hears the shower turn on. and when you collapse into his arms, too tired to even explain what had happened, he just pats your head gently and places a bowl of steaming food in front of you.

where have you been? when you come home trying to hide something behind your back, and sunghoon has to cage you against the wall when he hears a soft grumble from behind you. he looks at you with an eyebrow arched as you sheepishly pull out a small kitten from behind you, holding it up to his face like simba - mostly as an adorable little shield from sunghoon’s glare. taking care of you was hard enough and now you had an equally rambunctious little...adorable...tiny...cute...kitten. needless to say, one look into the kitten’s (and your) eyes were enough to convince sunghoon that it was feasible to take care of both of you.

where have you been? when sunghoon frets over you as soon as your (very) pregnant body makes it through the door, your now two year old cat nearly tripping over itself trying to get to you before sunghoon did. he gives you perhaps half a second to answer before he’s grabbing the groceries from your arms and chiding you for not calling him to bring them up the stairs for you. as much as he valued your independence and hated for you to feel as though you couldn’t do things on your own, he hated tiring out his wife even more. you had said that you were just going to browse but by the hefty weight of the bags you were carrying, sunghoon has no doubt he’s going to be catching you trying some interesting food combinations to say the least.

where have you been? when you and your three year old daughter and five year old cat stumble through the door in a fit of laughter, all with boasting varying presents for sunghoon. a very handsome leaf from his cat, a pretty pinecone from your daughter, and a loving kiss from you. he asks where the troublesome trio (as he likes to affectionately refer to his girls) has been but the various twigs in your hair (and the lack thereof in your daughter’s hair) is more than enough to give the three of you away. he just shakes his head fondly and chuckles as the three of you all pile into separate bathrooms (your cat’s bathroom was just a small kiddie pool outside) to wash the scent of the day’s adventures away.

where have you been? sunghoon says unimpressively as he stares down your daughter’s date and your daughter (although you can visibly see his gaze melt when his eyes land on his precious princess) when they turn up on the front porch three minutes later than they had promised. your fifteen year old daughter just blows her date a cheeky kiss as she escapes into the home to leave her date shivering under the intense, and quite frankly deathly, stare of her father. she wraps you into a hug, now tall enough to rest her chin against your shoulder, as she recounts her date. sunghoon returns to where the two of you are chatting away gossiping, begrudgingly conceding that her date was not so bad after all.

where have you been? sunghoon asks as he enters your daughter’s bedroom as you sit there, holding onto one of the plushies she had left behind for you before heading off to college. you’re sobbing into the plushie and your now twenty year old cat (she just seemed to reject death; she’d gotten two heart attacks and survived, the stubborn old thing) is curled up in your lap to try and fill the void in your heart from the absence of your daughter. sunghoon gathers you in his arms and rocks you from side to side as he lets you cry into his shirt, trying his best to keep his own tears from falling.

where have you been? sunghoon doesn’t even turn around when he asks. after over fifty years of marriage, he just knows your mischief and the silly giggle you let out is a telltale sign. when you sit down next to him on the porch, facing the setting sun, you hand him a glass of lemonade with a smile that hasn’t changed from the moment you met him, back when the two of you had hair that hadn’t turned gray and had more reckless abandon than either of you cared to admit. the day is peaceful. calm. quiet. just the way that things always had been with sunghoon. and when you turn to look at him, you see that he is already looking at you with the same loving eyes that he never failed to look at you with.

and with the sun setting, so do the two of you.

“with you, my love,” you say, as you always have. every time sunghoon asks you the question, you have responded the same way in all fifty-four years the two of you had been together.

“always with you.”

#jnnul #park sunghoon #sunghoon fic #sunghoon fluff #park sunghoon fluff #enhypen #enhypen fic #enhypen headcanons #enhypen fluff #enhypen fluff headcanons #sunghoon headcanons

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tomtenadia · 1 year

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Never too late

Hello.... Here I am with a new Rowaelin. This is a prompt:

thegreyj asked:

Okay but apparently pregnancy after age 35 is considered a geriatric pregnancy (an old term but still used) and I just have a feeling Aelin would have a fit at being called geriatric

@rowaelinprompts I have been thinking about this for ages and now here I am.

Have fun

(yes, the title sucks)

words: 1.7k CW: only some language

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Aelin stared at the stick on the bathroom counter and sighed heavily. The line confirming what she had been suspecting for a while. Pregnant. Another deep ragged sigh. Not that she was mad or afraid. No, she and Rowan had three children of varied ages. Their eldest had even started uni already. The youngest was nine and she and Rowan had finally started to enjoy once more the pleasure of sleeping an entire night without interruptions, diapers were a long nightmare away, and all of the aspects of raising an infant were once more a distant dream. She loved her children, madly but a selfish part of her was relishing in them being more self sufficient small humans.

Another deep breath as she stared at the stick once more.

And that’s when Rowan’s voice reached her “Ae, you okay? You have been in the bathroom a bit too long.”

Aelin opened the door and stared in the depth of her husband’s worried green eyes. He fussed. All the time and she could clearly see concern etched on his face.

She lifted the stick in front of him “Do you still remember how to burp, swaddle and soothe an infant?”

Aelin saw surprise in his face.

“Are you….”

She nodded and leaned against his hard chest. Within seconds she was cocooned in his arms.

“Ro, I am pregnant again.”

He heard the anguish in his wife’s voice and released a ragged breath too, understanding all of the words behind that statement.

“Hey, look at me,” he grabbed her face and stared in her blue eyes “I will be at your side all through this again. We have done it three times already, we are pro.” He tried to reassure her as much as he could.

Her face went back to his neck “I know that, by the time we had Freyja we were good but…” how could she voice her thoughts without sounding selfish?

“I was getting used to sleep all through the night, of being able to take a shower almost uninterrupted and all of the other perks of having almost fully functional children.”

Rowan chuckled.

“Gods, I sound so selfish. I love all of them madly. It’s just… Ro, what if we are too old to deal with this?”

He hugged her tightly. They had Maya, very early. They were both fresh out of uni and she had happened. At the time they had the opposite issue. What if they were too young? But they managed, with sacrifices and help from their parents they had managed to give Maya a happy childhood.

“Remember when you fell pregnant with Maya? We were two clueless teenagers with a lot of dreams. We made it work.” He kissed her nose “now we are adults with good jobs, a house and a better idea of what we are doing.”

“You always make everything sound easier.”

Another gentle kiss “oh don’t worry, I will be panicking again the first time they wake up at night screaming and I can’t put them back to sleep.”

��So, buzzard, are we doing this?”

“Yes, fireheart.”

A few days later Aelin was at the hospital for an appointment with her OB/GYN Yrene. The woman had helped her with the first three pregnancies and she liked her.

She was in the waiting room, alone. Rowan was a doctor in the same hospital and he had texted her that there had been an emergency in the A&E and he’d be slightly late. She was nervous, which did nothing to help with her already upset stomach. Morning sickness, something else she hadn’t missed. She was a big fan of keeping her food down.

Rowan appeared twenty minutes later. Aelin had spoken to Yrene and told her that she didn’t want to go in until Rowan was there too.

Aelin was busy browsing her phone when she spotted a white coat over a set of green scrubs.

“Hey,” he bowed for a kiss “Sorry, MVA, it was chaos for a bit downstairs.” Rowan was the head of trauma surgery in the A&E. He had started from the bottom, juggled med school while looking after her and their daughter. She had gone to work in a bookshop as soon as she could. Then with time she had started working in a publishing company and now she was the head editor. He had worked hard at the same time and now he was the Chief. She was so proud of him.

“Yrene is waiting for us.”

“Welcome, both of you.” Said the doctor, as they walked in.

“Sorry for the delay. It was hellish downstairs.”

“When is the A&E ever quiet?”

The two of them chuckled with some sort of internal joke.

Yrene invited Aelin to lie down and Rowan moved at her side, grabbing her hand.

“So, how do you feel, Aelin?”

Her nose flinched as the cold gel touched her exposed belly “oh I was getting used to being able to keep my food down and definitely my bladder does not miss being used as a squeeze toy.”

Yrene chuckled and stared at the screen in front of her then pointed at a small blob “here we go, this is your baby.”

“This is my fourth time and I still struggle to see anything.”

Rowan gently pulled her hand and placed her finger on the spot were the embryo was visible on the screen “see this darker part here? This is our baby.”

Aelin grumbled “You cheat, you can read one of these screens.”

His hand gently brushed her hair “trust me, that’s it.”

“Look, it has your grumpy face.”

Rowan laughed hard while Yrene continued her checks.

“Everything looks fine for now, but geriatric pregnancies have a lot of possible problems that we will have keep an eye for.” Yrene continued babbling but Rowan did not miss the expression that appeared on Aelin’s face at the word geriatric. He knew it was not a very popular term but it could still be heard among doctors.

“You can still carry the pregnancy to term and delivery a healthy child, but I want to keep an eye on you.”

Rowan asked all of the question while he knew Aelin was on the bed stewing. He knew his wife well and knew that she was waiting for a moment of privacy to explode. He was not a fan of the term, it was old fashioned, but he had heard it thrown around the hospital. In all honesty it made him cringe.

He listened Yrene explain the possible issue with pregnancies n women over the age of 35. He knew all of them but Aelin had to hear them too, like it or not, she had to be more careful this time.

Once the visit was finished they thanked Yrene and he grabbed his wife who was silent at his side and together they made their way to the ground floor to his office where she could just blew up like a volcano.

They barely made it in the room when Aelin let her anger go “Geriatric. She called me geriatric. How on Earth dare she? I am thirty seven, not a fucking grandma,” Aelin started pacing and Rowan sat against his desk and let her rant until it was time for him to jump in. A word from him at the wrong moment could make things worse. After many years together he knew her deeply and also loved her fire, but as a young couple, he had been burned far too many times for speaking at the wrong time.

“I don’t have a single grey hair yet, I run almost everyday, I am fit and I could kick her arse in a fight. I am not fucking geriatric.”

He looked at her finally stop and knew now was the time “Ae…” a tentative step closer “Although I hate the use the term of geriatric to describe the pregnancy of a woman over thirty five, it fits.”

The stare that Aelin gave him would have killed if his wife was able to shoot daggers from her eyes. Danger started to scream his internal mood sensor.

“Excuse me?”

“Ae, I know you are healthy and fit, sugar intake aside,” a chuckle “and could definitely take Yrene in a fight, but the body ages and changes have taken place in your body that might affect the baby. As she said, it can be done, and I know you’ll do it just as well as you did the other three, but I want you to be a bit more careful this time. For all our family.”

She sighed and crashed against his chest. Damn, he always knew what to say to her and make her melt in a puddle. Her husband was such a sap.

“You are geriatric too, you are a forty years old, buzzard.”

Rowan laughed and knew the danger was over “I am but it looks like my swimmers still are quite resourceful.”

Aelin burst out laughing “you did not just say that.”

“It made you laugh,” his lips met hers in a tender kiss “and that’s my mission accomplished.”

“Do you really think we can do this?”

Rowan nodded “I do, plus we have three kids who, I am positive, will love to help us with their new sibling. Thomas will make a great big brother, Maya can help babysit and earn pocket money…” he explained “Now, Freyja might think the baby is a doll so perhaps she can skip out of babysitting duties for a while.” Another kiss “we have my parents too who will be delighted to have another grandchild. We are in a better place than when we were eighteen, fireheart.”

She looked up at her husband with a big smile. Rowan had been her rock since forever. They had surpassed every obstacles together. The good days and the bad days.

Her mouth landed on his neck, nibbling gently at his sensitive spot “my boobs will get bigger once again, think about the perks.”

Rowan’s arms circled her waist and pulled her closer.

Aelin kissed him hungrily, need seeping from her body “Buzzard, let’s just show the world who is geriatric.”

With Aelin still in his arms he pushed back to the door and locked it, then a moment later he was pushed on the sofa with Aelin straddling him “Show me what you got, old man.”

And together, on the sofa of his office, they let their fears behind and joined once more in that promise of blood and flesh that had been holding them together for two decades.

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joelswritingmistress · 9 months

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My Boss: Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: After a slow day at work, Joel returns to help you drag the kayaks out of the rain at the day's end. Despite feeling guilt you devise a plan with a white lie to draw him to your cabin after hours.

Reader x Joel Miller

Joel eventually made his way up to the arts and crafts tent, making his rounds more heavily to the indoor stations on, what turned into, a rainy afternoon. You felt his absence when he had gone, though you knew he was throwing you a bone in giving you the lake station on a rainy day.

You toyed on your phone a bit, browsing Instagram and Tumblr. You put your phone into private mode and cyber stalked Joel, smirking to yourself when his professional photo popped up. He was as cute as ever with a neat, navy blue polo on in his head shot. Facial hair was trim and hair combed perfectly above a beaming smile.

The rain picked up again, creating a steady rhythm on the metal roof of the shed. You tucked your feet in farther, careful not to get your white Nikes soaked in the downpour that made every attempt to get into your dry space.

Next to you, the empty chair made you sigh. It was selfish. You knew it. Joel wasn't yours to keep to yourself all day, though you wished one day maybe there was some snowball's chance in hell he could be.

You rested your chin in your palm and stared out at the water. It was calming amidst your fiery thoughts. Plus, every day in recent memory had been sunny. A rainy day was inevitable.

One o'clock passed, then two, and then three. Somewhere in there you took your lunch break, though the whole day felt like one giant break. Still, you didn't feel too guilty because you had been working around the clock since early June. It was fun work, but by late July you didn't mind a light day at "the office".

When five o'clock rolled around and the rain remained, you threw up the hood on the light zip up sweatshirt you wore over jean shorts and hurried toward the little beach.

Rain seemed to come at you from all sides. Up, down sideways. You yanked the first canoe away from the lake's edge and dragged it back into the shed. And then you did the same with the second before beginning on the first kayak.

"Hey!" Joel's voice cut through the rain's elegant putter-patter and you whipped your head in his direction as he appeared out of nowhere from the path. A strand of wet hair stuck to your cheek with the sudden turn of your head.

"Hey!" You waved with a smile, suddenly not caring how wet you were.

"I'm sorry," he shouted, joining you immediately to help with the last two. "You could've waited for me. I would've helped."

You shrugged and began carrying the kayak with him. "I didn't do all that much today. I can handle it."

"Now all you need is a pina colada."

"What?" You asked with a laugh.

"The song, you know? If you like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain." Joel grinned wide and then shook his head as you both entered the little shack. "Sorry, bad dad joke I guess."

You laughed out loud. He was so cute. You loved his dad joke, and now that he explained, it was funny. "No, that was funny." You continued to grin at him and then the two of you sighed at the same time, eying the remaining kayak.

You made a move to run out to retrieve it but he stopped you. "I got it." Joel hurried out before you could protest and it didn't take long for him to return, dragging it in to the lone dry area.

And there he was again with his saturated t-shirt and baseball hat. Your eyes drank him in and you could tell he sensed it that time.

"Arts and crafts crowded?" You asked looking down toward the purple kayak by your feet.

"Yeah." He nodded. "We're going to postpone tonight's outdoor movie until tomorrow. Frank volunteered to deejay a dance party in the dining hall instead."

"That sounds fun." You smirked. "Do you need anyone to work it? Because-"

"Take the night off," Joel cut you off. "You've earned it. You've done a lot of extra hours here when you should've been doing.. whatever."

"Are you working it?" You but your lip when your eyes met and looked away from him just after.

Joel tapped the walkie-talkie that was attached to the waist of his cargo shorts. "On call. If something goes wrong I'll head over but otherwise, no. I'm just going to check in a few times."

"Well hopefully you can enjoy a quiet night in for a change, too."

"Yeah." Joel held your gaze and nodded.

"Yeah." You smirked again at him, wanting him so badly to invite you to his cabin. You knew he wouldn't, but you hoped he would anyway. A part of you wondered if he was thinking about it. Was it even remotely possible that Joel had even in the slightest interest in you?

Don't give yourself false hope, you warned your heart. On the same note, your mind searched for a reason to get him to your cabin.

A stray drop of water fell onto your forehead from the ceiling and you both glanced up. Right there, an idea was born. Was it a sign?

You made a little noise of disapproval. "I bet that one spot in my ceiling is leaking again." A lie. You felt bad but maybe, just maybe, it would draw him over.

"What spot in your ceiling?" His eyebrows pressed together with concern and you thought about coming clean. Lying wasn't something you liked to do, nor were you good at it. Still, what was the harm in a little white lie?

"The first week, I just got a little drip like this." You motioned to the ceiling as another drop bombarded you from above. "Nothing major. Just annoying." You used your fingertips to wipe the stay bead of rain away.

"I can take a look at it. It's only a quick fix but I have some of that spray that seals leaks, from that old infomercial. It works surprisingly well for a temporary fix."

"Are you sure?" Fuck, you felt bad but you were equally excited. Now you had to stage a leak.

Joel nodded. He seemed to be studying your expression. "Why don't you head back, get yourself dry and I'll be over in an hour. I just have to make sure Frank's all set for the dance and the chaperones are there on time. Set up some limbo games and whatever else."

Your heart was pounding. An hour. It would be the most anticipated hour of your life.

"Okay. Thank you. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome." Joel held your gaze and you finally looked away when you couldn't take it anymore.

"Go home," he echoed. "I'll lock up and I'll see ya in a bit."

"Okay. Are you sure?"

Joel nodded and shooed you with his hand, making you grin. You grabbed the drawstring bag you'd brought down and hurried through the rain back to your cabin.

When you got inside you could've shrieked with excitement but you held it together and told yourself to act like an adult. Twenty-two was a funny age. You weren't a kid but you also hadn't been around the block as much as someone like Joel had. That you were sure of, in every way imaginable.

Luck was on your side again. There actually was a small leak by the back door. You couldn't help but think the stars were aligning to some degree. Seeing that the leak had taken care of itself, you placed a small spaghetti pot beneath it on the floor and focused on getting yourself looking as cute as possible after a nice, warm shower.

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lord-of-the-harvest · 4 months

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Pleasure, Pain, And Power Chapter 21

Chapter 21 Rabbit In The Mall

Summary: Jasmine goes holiday shopping for Ren!

Contains: Holiday Fluff

MDNI

Jasmine came out of the bathroom to see the clothes Ren had laid out for her. He had arranged for her to go out with Kangaroo, while he went to work. With Christmas soon approaching, Jasmine complained about not being able to get anything for her generous owner. With some light begging, puppy eyes, and certain favors, Ren finally set up a date for her to go out. Of course, he wouldn’t let her out of the house so easily, and planned for Kangaroo to be at her side all day. Jasmine, of course, was all too happy to spend the day out with him. Her smile fell, however, when she saw what she was supposed to wear. “Ren what is this? Was this even in my closet?” Ren smiled at her devilishly and explained his outfit choice. “You’re going out in broad daylight, darling, I can’t have anyone recognizing my precious little pet. Did you know that blue pants are the most forgettable garment a person can wear?” Jasmine sighed and looked down at the bulky red sweater and blue jeans laid out on the bed. She knew that recognition couldn’t be the only reason he’d let her out like this. I guess if I’m not dressing for him, he doesn’t want me dressed up at all. She rolled her eyes, but bit her tongue, as he could take away the outing just as easily. Ren sat on the edge of the bed, watching as she took her robe off and dressed in the clothes he laid out. “It’s getting late, don’t you need to get dressed for work too?” Jasmine asked, pulling the sweater over her head. “No, darling, I can leave a little late. After all, I’d hate to miss this little show~” Jasmine rolled her eyes again, but this time a small smile spread on her face. They stood in front of the large mirror, as Ren strapped a simple black mask onto Jasmine’s face.

Jasmine and Ren rode down the elevator together, Jasmine fidgeting at her sweater and Ren keeping his satisfied smile. They turned a corner in the garage and saw Kangaroo waiting by a large black car, different to the limo they usually took. “Fox, Jasmine, how are we today?” Jasmine excitedly rushed towards him, greeting him in a similar way. “Kangaroo, I assume you know the rules for her little outing today. Jasmine, here you go.” He placed a small black wallet in her hand, inside was a credit card, some cash, and a fake ID. Jasmine threw her arms around her generous owner and thanked him profusely. “You’re welcome, Pet, now go! Have fun, Sweetie.” His previous smart smile was now replaced with a more genuine one. A light blush ran on his face and his tail swished back and forth. Kangaroo opened the door and Jasmine quickly climbed in. “Ah! Mouse!” She froze and Fox popped his head into the car. “You two got along so well at the party, Diamond and I thought it would be cute for you two to have a playdate of sorts. Have fun you two~” “Hi Bunny! It’s good to see you again!” They hugged and sat together. Fox said goodbye, and the three were off to shop.

Kangaroo drove them to the nearest mall and parked in the large lot. “Alright, usually I let you and Fox alone, but he asked me to follow you two today to make sure you don’t get in trouble.” He un-clicked his seatbelt and opened the door for Bunny and Mouse, following them at a short distance. “By the way, Mouse, you don’t need to keep calling me Bunny, I don’t think-“ She looked back to Kangaroo, who nodded in approval. “You can just call me Jasmine!” Mouse smiled and looked down at her. “Sure, Jasmine, and you can call me Mike.” Mike wore what Jasmine assumed to be what Diamond chose for him as well. Plain khakis, a blue patterned sweater, and brown leather shoes. The first shop they stopped in was a small boutique, filled with second hand designer. Mike browsed through dresses in Diamond’s size while Jasmine sorted through men’s shirts. Kangaroo stood by, pretending to sort through clothes, while keeping a close eye on the two. “Hmm Jasmine I know you don’t know her well, but do you think Diamond would like this dress?” Mike held up a black dress, the top resembling a blazer with light blue trim on the lapel. “Hmm I like it, is it similar to what she usually wears? It’s a little short.” She touched the hem of the dress, which would barely reach her mid thigh. “Yeah, she likes shorter stuff while still being professional. I think she’ll like it!” Jasmine nodded and continued flipping through shirts. “I have an idea for a shirt, but nothing’s in Fox’s size. Everything’s too big…” They kept looking around, and Mike left with a dress and silver chain bracelet, while Jasmine left empty handed. As they walked through the mall, Kangaroo nudged her shoulder and pointed to a men’s suit warehouse. She silently thanked him, and they went in. After talking to an employee, she finally managed to find a selection of shirts in Fox’s size. “I have a special plan for these, I think all I want is a white shirt and a dark blue one.” Mike only nodded in response, understandably Fox wasn’t his favorite topic of conversation.

Next stop was a bookstore, still in the same shopping center they started in. “What does Diamond like to read? She seems so high strung I don’t think I could picture her really relaxing.” Mike shifted where he stood, looking for the right section. “Well…I tend to help her relax most of the time, but she likes true crime, mystery, really anything to do with the man dying.” Jasmine snickered, realizing they had something in common. Now that she thought about it, she wasn’t sure what books Fox liked. Sure, she caught him reading from time to time, but his tastes varied too much. She had caught him reading books on architecture, machine history, anatomy, and the cultures of other countries. Jasmine skimmed a few sections, but found herself looking at accessories instead. Since his taste varied so much, she settled on a decorative metal bookmark, depicting a fox running up and down a woodland scene. Mike left with a few books, most of which followed the female lead killing a nobody man. As they left, his stomach rumbled, and Jasmine asked Kangaroo if it was alright if they stopped for lunch. The food court gave them many options, almost too many for Mike to make a decision on. “Jasmine, I…I hate to say it but I can’t remember the last time I chose my own food. Can you choose for me?” Jasmine narrowed her eyes at him and tilted her head. “Mike I…I guess I can, does Diamond usually choose for you?” Mike nodded, not saying anything. Being Fox’s pet had its downsides, but at least he let her choose what to eat…most of the time. “Here, I’m probably going to get a chicken sandwich. How does that sound?” Mike smiled, nodded again, and walked to the sandwich place. Their order consisted of two chicken sandwiches, a large side of fries, and two sodas. Conversation was light, and happy, and the two learned more about each other. Mike has been on the run with Diamond for a while now, and they’ve finally settled into a lake house just outside of town. Since leaving her work, Diamond has surprisingly become less high strung. “Sure she’s stressed out of her mind with keeping us out of sight, but she’s happy she doesn’t have to work with ‘rats’ anymore. How about you? How’s Fox been since the party?” Jasmine rubbed the back of her neck and quickly looked at Kangaroo. “Oh he’s been fine. After that night we came home and he’s been treating me really well. I mean, he’s letting us out of his sight and with full reign of his credit card, that’s got to count for something, right?” Mike also glanced at Kangaroo, then back to his friend. “Sure, sounds like a very cushy life for a little bunny rabbit.” He teased, but they both laughed. Two pets in their own regards, they were happy to have found another who understands.

The day went on and they eventually left the mall. Kangaroo drove them from store to store, and the two fretted over pieces and tiny details, learning much more about each other’s owner’s in the process. Several boutiques, craft, and specialty shops later, the sun was setting and Jasmine got a message from Fox it was time to return home. “It’s been so much fun, Jasmine, I really hope we can get together like this again soon.” They hugged close in the back seat of the car. “Me too, Mike, I’ve had a great time today…Kangaroo, pull over!” Jasmine excitedly ordered him to pull into a parking lot they almost passed, spotting a specialty shop she hadn’t thought of till then. Luckily, Kangaroo pulled in just in time and the three got out to continue their shopping spree. Giggling, Jasmine and Mike climbed back into their car after spending another half hour in the store. “Fox won’t care we’re a few minutes late, but I’ll go ahead and text him.” Sitting side by side the rest of the ride, the two talked about other potential outings they could make together in the future. Jasmine hardly realized they were home till Kangaroo entered the garage, and Fox was waiting for her, a smile wide on his face. As soon as the car stopped, Jasmine jumped out to give him a hug. “Fox, we had the best time! I can’t wait for you to open all the gifts I got you, thank you so much for letting me out today!” She said, excitedly flinging her arms around his neck. “Oooh, Pet, I was upset since you’re so late, but I can’t stay mad at you, Darling.’ Kangaroo placed the bags on the ground next to Fox. “Kangaroo, can you take Mouse to meet up with Diamond, please? Jasmine, go say goodbye to your friend, okay?” Jasmine obeyed and hugged Mike goodbye. Seeing her so happy, Fox couldn’t help but laugh a little to himself. Well, Ren, you’ve done it again. Happy pet, easy pet.

“Ah, Ren, we had such a good time, I can’t wait to tell you about it. We started at the mall, and Mouse immediately found something for Diamond, And I…” The elevator ride up the apartment wasn’t long, and the sight of their home caught Jasmine off guard. “Well, Darling, I guess you should know what I’ve been up to today too. Sorry, Sweetie, I had to lie about going to work today.” Jasmine slowly walked through the apartment, taking in the scene bit by bit. A wreath on the front door, string lights covering the walls, and a big tree next to the TV, which displayed a roaring fire. “Ren, I…I don’t know what to say! It’s beautiful…” She turned to Ren, the two illuminated by warm twinkling lights. “I did it for you, Pet, I thought you’d like it.” They hugged and kissed by the faux fire, overtaken by the gentle beauty of the room. It wasn’t long before Jasmine recognized the presents under the sprucely decorated tree. She tried to not acknowledge them, but Ren caught her peeking. “You know, if you’re good I’ll let you open one Christmas eve. Hey, let’s decorate the tree after dinner, hm?” Jasmine blushed, and nodded. “I would love that, Ren, I really would.”

Notes: Cute soft chapter here, guys :D Hope you all like the expansion on our favorite Mouse! Maybe I should put him in another chapter…

#the price of flesh #boyfriend to death #ren hana #tpof ren hana #tpof fox #tpof announcer #tpof fanfic #happy holidays

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Tacenda

⚠️ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ⚠️ alcohol consumption , implied cheating, MINORS DNI 18+, This in no way represent Stray Kids Christopher or Seventeen Vernon all characters are not depictions of the actual artist please keep this in mind :).

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ - bangchan x reader

Author note - Hi guys! I know that it is kinda slow burning and I promise it will pick up but I thought it would be a good idea to end it the way it did! Please leave comments and feel free to ask questions if you need clarification on anything!

Chapter One

That Euphoric Feeling

If you could go back in time two weeks before the party you would. You would turn down the invitation and take the groans of your roommate saying you need to live up your senior year. In an ideal world you would much rather spend your Friday night alone working on your thesis or even eating the scraps of food left in your fridge from the adventures your roommate goes on.

Instead you are huffing and puffing as Asteria plays with your hair throwing curls in it to make it look fuller. You will admit you enjoy when she plays with your hair and makes you feel pretty. You are aware that you are pretty in some factors but it is hard when you are with her all the time. There has been times when a guy has come up and asked you for your number only for you to text back and forth for three days and you stop responding because you find the conversation not engaging enough.

“Alright Your Name, time for your makeup!” She squeals in excitement, placing hands on your shoulders. A soft groan leaves your lips as you turn and face her.

“Not too much please.” You protest knowing that she will most likely go a bit overboard if you don’t protest your disdain with makeup. It wasn’t like you hated it, you just never learned how to wear it besides when you would theater makeup in highschool. It also just made you break out a lot and with the upcoming interviews you have lined up the last thing you want is for a pimple to be the star of the show.

“I won’t,” She says as she starts to apply a thin coat of foundation over your discolored areas. “I was talking to Nabi and we both agree that you need to go on a date.” Nabi is a girl Asteria has been crushing on for a few months now, you guys were decently close but not on the same level as Asteria and you were.

“I don’t need to, I have a few months left here and the last thing I need is someone occupying my time. Professor Choi does that enough.” Asteria taps your chin to indicate that you need to look up at her. “Besides, dates aren’t really my thing. If it happens it happens.” You shrug your shoulders up and drop them just as Asteria pushes a brush to your cheek packing highlighter on your cheekbone.

“Bullshit,” she mutters before gently blowing off the access powder from your face. “Maybe if you got fucked every once in a while you would be so uptight.” Grumbling you hear her pick up something and unscrew it before a cold sensation meets your lips.

“Fuck you,” you reply feeling your face burn a bit. You didn’t think you were uptight, more focused if anything.

“You're done, time to pick out an outfit.” Tapping your shoulder Asteria turns around to go rummage through your closet as you stand up from your chair. Following sluggishly behind.

“The theme tonight is euphoric, so you have to look sexy.” Asteria hums as she pushes through your clothing options. Muttering no and maybe at the selection you have.

“You mean slutty,” you corrected plopping down on your bed and begin to scroll through your phone. First is Snapchat where you browse through a few stories not at all focused until you get to Vernon’s. Tapping your screen slowly you see different videos flash by, mostly promoting the party he was having followed by smiling faces of girls and boys who had already arrived. Asteria insisted on being fashionably late, or in other words she slept through her four alarms and was gonna be late regardless.

“This could work,” she pulls out two things, one was a black mesh turtleneck, simple but something you have only worse once on a dare. The second was a vivid neon blue right camisole top held together in the front by an o-ring. On the shirt it had iridescent pink sparkles that could blind someone if they were standing too close to you under a disco ball. “Maybe without the turtleneck,” She puts that back in the closet and smiles.

“Like I said, slutty.” You flop back on the bed staring at your popcorn ceiling.

“You’ll look hot, I think you should wear my mom jeans with it and the white demonias I own.” She sits down next to you and smacks your stomach gently to get you to sit up.

“Whatever you say princess.” You oblige to sit up and look over at her with a small smile. Maybe going to this party wasn’t a bad thing.

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Note to self, never agree blindly whatever Asteria wants.

This was all you thought as you stepped out of the cab in front of Vernon’s house. The music was able to be heard from outside and there were already drunk people littering across his yard. Pulled out of the horrific sight Asteria loops her arm into yours dragging you towards the house with a big smile.

“This is going to be so much fun,” Asteria whisper yelled to you as you weaved through people on the front porch. Opening the front door was a mistake, we were hit with an unpleasant smell and a wave of heat. The scene was the worst of all, there were people everywhere either kissing, grinding on one another or drunkenly yelling what they thought to be the lyrics to the song blaring.

You feel Asteria slip her arm away from you causing you to glance in her direction. Though she is lost completely as you watch her weave through a crowd leaving you lost at the front of the party.

I am here. I might as well try and enjoy it, is what you thought as you began to weave yourself through the crowd. Pushing against other sweaty bodies feeling grossed out by the amount of sweat that you could feel on your arms. Eventually you found yourself in the kitchen, lost red solo cups littered everywhere eventually you found one clean enough to drink from. Filling it up with a mystery liquor you top it off with as much juice as you can find before you feel a soft tap on your shoulder. Slightly startled you turn to see Vernon shirtless and covered in specks of glitter.

“Hello gorgeous, let me guess Asteria forced you to come?” He says placing one hand on the counter next to you leaning into your face. He was always like this, teasing you because he thought it was cute when your face turns red. “I’m glad she did, this is some eye candy I wouldn’t have wanted to miss.” He mutters before placing his right hand under your chin and tilting it so you would look at him in the eyes.

“Would Byeol like this?” You question raising an eyebrow, as much as you wish it wasn’t true you could tell you were blushing profusely. Vernon let his hand drop from your chin and he huffs, stepping back.

“Byeol has nothing on you, remember that.” He says grabbing your cup from your hand and taking a big gulp of it before hissing. “Shit that’s strong Saf.” He grits and shoved the cup back into your hand. Upon hearing the nickname you felt your skin crawl a bit. Saf was a nickname Vernon coined when he found out you hated being called short. It literally just meant Short As Fuck, he found it hilarious and uses it to get under your skin.

Taking a sip on your drink you wince at the burning sensation it sends through you. It was a small reminder that you were alive.

“I’ll tell her you said that,” You coo leaning your back against the counter before crossing your arms cup still in hand. Vernon laughs, running a hand through his hair before looking off to his right.

“Well, speaking of the devil I should find her before she starts grinding on another guy thinking it is me.” He sighs and pats a hand on your head. “Remember you can always sneak into my room.” He sends you a wink before walking off into the crowd with a loud whoop.

Taking a big swig of your drink feeling the burning sensation swim through your body. A soft sigh leaves your lips before you hear your name being called. Your eyes fixate on the open back door from which it was called from, it was Nabi.

“Your name! Come play beer pong. I want you to meet some people!” She calls from outside. Pushing from the counter you walk towards the door and the minute you hit the threshold you feel your face warm.

Standing next to Nabi was an unfamiliar face, it was a guy. His brown hair sits in soft looking curls on his head. He was smiling showing dimples that you felt you could swim in. His hand rested on Nabi’s shoulder, as he looked directly at you. Compared to the other guys at the party he looked different. He wasn’t dressed for the occasion, wearing a boxy black tee shirt and distressed jeans that were low on his waist. After a beat you push yourself forward down the stairs and plaster a fake smile.

“Damn girl, what did Asteria put you in?” Nabi asked as she met you on the grass wrapping an arm around yours. As hard as you tried to focus on what she was spouting to you it just didn’t process in your head. “Your name, meet Christopher,” Nabi says, gesturing to the beautiful man in front of you.

“Call me Chris,” The mysterious man says with a chuckle as he puts a hand out for you to shake. Slowly you take it and nod without words. Letting your hands drop, you look over at Nabi.

“What are we doing again?” You feel your voice crack a bit which heats your face up.

“Beer pong, Chris, here is your partner, Asteria is mine.” She says unlinking your arms with a smile.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad that you came tonight.

#stray kids #seventeen #bangchan x reader #bang chan #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz bang chan

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tafeekafee · 2 days

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🌹💙 Alive

Part 1: Angel

Part 2: Nauseous

Part 3: Eclipse

Part 4: Take Me Down

Part 5: Sorry

Sometimes,

I kinda feel like I’m broken

Sometimes Hajoon wondered why he was assigned the Blue Rose.

Everything else made sense.

Woosung – the White Rose. Purity. Woosung had bite, used cuss words on the regular and was by now means innocent. But he was pure with never-ending faith in people and the strong belief that everything would be okay.

Dojoon – The Red Rose. Passion and Enthusiasm. If these words fit anybody it was their multitalented second oldest. His love for music and his happy attitude which bordered on silly were special. He was the core of their music and friendship.

Jaehyeong – The Pink Rose. Happiness and Romance. The maknae overflowed with love for everybody and everything and he was so steadfast like nothing could blow him over. His smile and his personality charmed themselves into everybody’s hearts.

But Hajoon – The Blue Rose. Miracle. Hajoon didn’t feel like a miracle – anything but. He wondered why he got the only rose colour that didn’t even exist in nature. He had researched it years ago and found they were made by feeding the roses water tinged with ink so they would turn the blue colour. Was it a sign that Hajoon should change himself too? Should be different? Or maybe he shouldn’t exist as a Rose at all?

Lost my colour

Or maybe somebody stole it

The lawyer had advised he searched for a new career or at least thought about what he wanted to do after he left. If he was honest, Hajoon couldn’t fathom doing anything but music. But what choice did he have? Why should he get a new music career after this one had failed so thoroughly?

He didn’t think he ever wanted to be on a stage without his members.

He supposed he could go back to college. There surely were things he could study, something that wouldn’t remind him of nights filled with smoke and music and stage lights. His friends.

Idols went back to college all the time. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about being recognized for being Hajoon, for being the failure he was. And even if, nobody would care to see former The Rose member Lee Hajoon.

Just yesterday at a fan meet lots of Black Roses had descended upon Woosung, Dojoon and Jaehyeong. People had passed him without a glance. He hadn’t felt like forcing himself on the fans, the fans of the other three. He was sort of glad of being ignored.

The few fans that had come up to him had seemed like they were just going for the full collection. At least they still saw him as a member. Least liked and easily forgotten, but he would take what he got.

The more he thought about it, the more he decided a career as a teacher sounded not half bad. He was patient, he liked helping people and he loved kids. Maybe he could even teach music.

When he browsed the university’s website he found that the application deadline was the next day. Not thinking he had anything to loose, he applied.

Lately my whole world feels like it’s shakin’

Everything is faded, changin’

“Dojoon-ssi?”, Hajoon asked cautiously. They were the only two at home. Woosung and Jaehyeong had gone out shopping. It was the best chance he got to ask without an audience. He didn’t think he could do it in front of the whole group, face this embarrassment with three pairs of eyes staring at him.

“Yeah?”, Dojoon asked, looking up from his laptop he had balanced on his legs, feet resting on the TV table. Hajoon hoped he wasn’t disturbing the older, he looked comfy on the couch. “What can I do for you? Anything you want to talk about, angel?”

“Oh, uhm, I was wondering where our contracts are. I looked in Sammy’s safe but they aren’t there”, Hajoon said quickly.

Dojoon frowned and put the laptop onto the table. Then he turned his focus back onto the drummer.

“Why do you need to know? You aren’t thinking of leaving are you?”, Dojoon asked, teasingly.

It hurt like hell that the issue seemed to be a joke to the older man. Out of spite, Hajoon decided to lie. Two could play the game.

“Oh, no, don’t worry. It’s just the son of a family friend is thinking of starting a K-Pop career and my eomma asked me if I could help. They hope with our contracts, since they are pretty good, they will know what to look out for. I want to give them some reference points so they don’t get hurt or something, so uh, you know…”, Hajoon lied. It was scary how easy it had become to not tell the truth.

“I’m relieved, I was scared for a second”, Dojoon replied, “no, I have the contracts in my room. Sammy would manage to lose them within an hour in his chaos.”

“Fair enough”, Hajoon agreed. The oldest member could be messy. While they kept the main area of the house clean for Tik-Toks or other videos, Woosung’s room often looked like a bomb had exploded. The man had to have some bad qualities after all.

“I’ll get yours for you, hold on.”

Dojoon jogged out of the room and up the stairs to his room. Hajoon sank down onto the vacant seat and put his head in his hands.

Turnin’ off the lights,

And now I’m followin’ the lines

So he was really doing it. He was quitting The Rose. What use was there living a lie? He hadn’t felt like a member in a long time.

His mind was drawn back to the last concerts. Watching Woosung, Dojoon and Jaehyeong have fun while he just played dutifully. He didn’t know when his passion had left.

Soundcheck had been bad too. The fans were nice, respectful, asking questions. Hajoon had planned to answer more questions, interact more with fans. Maybe then they would like him more. Just … it didn’t work. Hajoon tried to stand next to his members, tried to be part of the four member line-up. Yet, no matter where he had gone, it had seemed like there was no space for him. He had tried to stand next to Jaehyeong at the side but as soon as he had found the guts to walk up to him, the members switched their positions while talking, effectively pushing Hajoon aside. Or later, he had just stood next to Woosung when they walked to answer a different question, leaving him behind as he at first didn’t notice. Or when they had stood so far to the side that he was separated from his members by a music box of all things.

He had given up after that, choosing just to stand second row. The others hadn’t noticed or hadn’t cared.

Surrounded by his co-workers and in front of hundreds of people but Hajoon had never felt so alone.

Hajoon hadn’t even intended to look at Dojoon’s laptop but he was drawn to the page the older had left open. It was a familiar forum for drummers. Why was Dojoon on that page? Hajoon used it to get information on new kits, on new drumsticks or to just look what other drummers were doing. Dojoon had left some tabs open and despite not wanting to go snooping, Hajoon was curious.

He listened for a moment but when he heard no footsteps he clicked on the next tab. It was a chat … with one of the users of the drummer website?

Hajoon felt sick. He couldn’t stomach reading the messages, see for himself what Dojoon had written. What he was asking.

They were actually looking into recruiting a new drummer then. There was no other logical explanation. Why else would Dojoon be on that website but look for his replacement?

With shaking hands he returned to the original tab and pointedly looked away from the screen until Dojoon returned. His mind was empty and his heart numb.

Dojoon appeared a few minutes later and handed him an envelope. Hajoon thanked him and tried to not appear suspicious.

“You didn’t look at my laptop, did you?”, Dojoon asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, Dojoon-ssi”, Hajoon replied, hoping Dojoon would buy the lie. He didn’t want the older to get angry at him for not respecting his privacy. Surely it would be awkward for Dojoon to be caught in the act.

“Good, you shouldn’t snoop at this time.”

Yeah, he had figured that out the hard way.

Hajoon nodded and – not able to stay any longer - rushed to his room to set up an appointment with the lawyer. They had so much to discuss and so little time.

His time was running out.

Walking through the smoke

and not even chokin’

It felt freeing, somehow, knowing it was going to end. That he wouldn’t burden the members any longer with his presence. Knowing that they would be free of him. Maybe they could even keep up a relationship afterwards when everything blew over. Maybe they could stay friends when he didn’t force himself on them as a member. Maybe they would have a new drummer, a better one, but they would sometime fondly remember Hajoon who had been a founding member.

It would take a few days until the lawyer had drafted up his contract elimination.

Hajoon decided it was time to say goodbye to the members, not in a direct way but he wanted to say thank you for the time they had had together. Not everything had been bad after all, there were so many good times he would miss.

Talking all night until all of them fell asleep. Hugging each other in happiness. Drying each others tears, knowing the others would be safe with them. Karaoke all day. Cooking together. Going to amusement parks. The concerts and fan meets.

Just the four of them.

Don’t know where I am goin’

I’m not even scared

Next chapter: Sour

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starres-stuff · 7 months

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FFXIV Writes 2023 | Day 23 | Suit

Dimitri catches his sister Vi rummaging through his suits when he returns home to his loft.

“Oh, my dear sibling, what are you doing in my bedroom?” Dimitri was leaning against the door to his room, staring in at the wide open closet door and he knew who it was; he could smell the scent of rose water and vanilla in the air from the time he arrived in the entryway. It also didn’t help that a fair bit of rummaging around was going on inside the closet that couldn’t be missed.

“Oh, nothing brother! Just browsing your choice in suits.” her voice called back, followed by more rummaging and the drawers to his dresser squeaking shut. It has been his Mother’s dresser and it was another of the Jienuex family heirlooms. When he first moved into the loft he had spent hours trying to get that awful noise to cease but no matter how much oil he used on the metal runners it still squealed every time causing him to cringe like nails on a Sharlayan chalkboard did.

“I am going to count to three Viviane, and then I am going to come in there.” He warned, while there was a lack of amusement in his voice, there was plenty of it in the look he gave the door. It was well known that Dimitri stood just over seven films while his sister had experienced stunted growth and just recently reached five fulms ten ilms where she stopped growing again much to her dismay.

“Please do not do that!” Vi squeaked back in reply, followed by more rummaging, a yip from Kit, and a loud bang as she slammed the door on the standing chest where he kept his suits. This was becoming more and more interesting by the moment he even felt his fingers twitch, there was nothing more important than good suits. One simply could not get by without them. There was a suit for every occasion, some of which had caused him millions of gil to have been made since his taste in clothing was both flamboyant and extravagant. The thought of her in that chest formed a lump in his throat and a panic in the pit of his stomach. He was trying to give her the benefit of the doubt but the truth was the more uncomfortable she was about him coming in to find her, the less he trusted what she had been up to.

“Do I want to know what you did?” Dimitri tried to keep the sourness out of his voice. He wasn’t mad at her per se; he didn't want her to think so. He was rather flattered; she chose his closet to rummage through since she had two partners of her own not to mention Qiha who was far closer to her height and fit more closely to her stage styles. There had to be something about his suits that attracted her and he was quite interested in finding out just what it could be.

Across the bedroom floor, he moved, in a slow and nearly quiet fashion. He had been around Laurent too much lately, those times he went on the three-day duty with him had filled his head with new techniques some of which were quite stealthy. He hadn’t tried them on Laurent yet but eventually, he would. The Wailer was brilliant at sneaking up on him, making him jump out of his skin at least once a day when they were together with how quietly he moved. Now it was time for Dimitri to pull that on someone himself, and once he was close enough to the open door he leaned around it carefully to peer inside.

What he saw was the petite woman in one of his suits, his favorite. It featured a long silken jacket, an open poet-style shirt with flowing ruffles, and a pair of short pants that he liked to wear when it was too hot out in the summer months. All of it was far too big for her small frame and the fact she topped it all off with a pair of his expensive dress shoes just made it one of the most adorable sights he had seen. It reminded him of his adoptive sister Patience and how she would dress up in her Mother’s clothes to be a fancy lady when she was little. A bit of nostalgia hit him of those memories of youth, but then the realization came to slap him with a stern reminder. This was the first time he had that experience with this sister. The one that shared his blood, and this made him swallow hard. At least there were no expiration dates on making new memories.

“Well if that isn’t one of the most adorable things I have seen in my entire life.” A warm chuckle came from him as she spun around to gawk at him, her eyes wide and her fangs bared as if she was prepared to bite him for sneaking up on him. Thankfully for him, it was only a reaction to being snuck up on, and once had a grip on who he was the fangs disappeared back behind her lips but the wide eyes remained.

“I told you not to come in,” Vi murmured, her cheeks were red and her ears were flushed. “I wanted to put everything away and then I would have come out. I like your jackets, so I was trying on things to get ideas for a suit for myself.” This only deepened the red color on her face and Dimitri found himself thinking about their conversation from a few days earlier, his face contorting when he realized how much he had embarrassed her just then and guilt settled into his heart.

“Fuck I’m sorry Vi, I wasn’t thinking. I can go wait out in the living room if it helps?” his hand lifted effortlessly and he pointed his thumb over his shoulder, a sheepish smile spreading on his lips at the same time as he tried to make up for what an idiot he had just been. “I would have thought you would have done that in Clement and Kovalt’s closet.”

Vi giggled then though she remained red, her small hands holding up Dimitri’s short pants and he noticed she was still wearing her clothes under the poet's shirt. “I have! I performed in one of Clement’s button-down shirts at the Bare show and I wear Kovalt’s tunics like pajamas when I want to relax!” If her cheeks got any redder they would mimic the shade of their hair, and Dimitri found himself just watching her. She was an explorer in her own right, that natural curiosity he saw in her eyes suited her better than anyone he had ever met.

“I love both of their styles! I even borrowed some of Qiha’s clothes when I dropped off cookies over there and he wasn’t home. He just hasn’t noticed yet because he has more things than you do. I swear he is addicted to buying clothes. He has no room left and his closet is bigger than yours.” Vi hummed softly, picking up a few things she had carefully set around the closet to return them to their proper places. Mostly they were belts to hold up the pants Dimitri noticed and a pair of his thicker socks to try to keep the shoes on.

“If you would like, I could introduce you to my tailor. He is exceptionally good and non-judgemental about what his clients are looking for. That way if you enjoy fitted looks he can create them according to your measurements and your coloring.” He wanted Vi to know he wasn’t mad and that he wanted to be there to help her as he needed it. It was something he wished he had when he was trying to answer his own questions years into his past now.

“Oh, that would be good! I like the fitted waist on your jackets, even most of your suits have it! It reminds me of corsetting but you do not wear corsets. It is a very fashionable style” As she talked Dimitri brought out his tombstone, and he flipped through the list of contacts he had until he found his tailor in Ul’dah. With one push of a button, he sent the frequency to Vi’s tombstone for her to accept later.

“There that is the information for him. He does require appointments if you are looking to purchase, you can go just to browse any old time. If you do not want to go alone once you get your appointment with him I can go with you. I have been meaning to stop by the shop for a copy of the fall styles anyway. This just gives me an even better reason to go.”

Out Vi’s lower lip stuck, and it even quivered a little bit. This made Dimitri wonder how many times a day Clement and Kovalt saw this face as she grew day by day. “You do not have to do that.” she started out saying, then her overall tone changed and she added “But if you would like to come with me I would enjoy the company. I want to take Clement to a nice restaurant.” Her eyes lifted to Dimitri’s, and while she failed to articulate the words that would explain her thoughts her eyes told the tale of the surprise she had in store.

“Ah ha! Now that explains why you were in my closet” The Sharlayan lifted his hand and pretended to fluff his hair, his nose lifting into the air in a show of pride. “I do have the best suits for fancy dinners. I often have the best suits on in any of the fancy places I go to." While he was not normally a vain man, he was enjoying the sounds of the giggles that kept coming from the smaller Elezen as she watched him, a thankful smile appearing on her face.

“He always does such nice things for me, and before we leave Gridania to explore Coerthas for a time. I want to do something for him.” down she looked, and she swayed from side to side the blush in her cheeks reforming right before DImitri’s eyes.

“Well, then we will get you the perfect suit,” Dimitri assured his Sister “Why don’t you get out of those things, and I will make drinks. You can tell me what you are interested in and I can draw the suit for you to take to your appointment. That way you do not have to explain yourself in a situation where you are likely to be flustered.”

There was a nod of her head then, followed by a bit at her lip. Words burned at her mind as she did this, Dimitri could see it on her face but no sound came out. It was that very moment he decided to let her have a bit of space and around he turned heading out of his room and even closing the door behind him to create a sense of privacy for her.

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Sixteen-year-old Brooke steered her car into the parking lot across the street from the convenience store, on her way to a postgame football party with her cheerleading squad.

Brooke hadn't realized it, but the store clerk had been watching her in one of the large parabolic mirrors, checking her out in her little uniform, while she had slipped the beers into her bag.

When she arrived at the register to pay for the sodas and chips.

"Do you need anything else tonight?" the clerk asked.

"No," Brooke replied. "That should do it."

"Then what about the beers in your bag?" he inquired.

Brooke's face fell off.

"Shit," she muttered. She had never been caught before, and never really thought about the consequences, since it had been so easy.

Brooke slowly reached into the bag and pulled the beers out.

"Well young lady," he said. "I guess you're in some trouble now."

He picked up the phone and dialed the police, who told him they would be there in a couple of minutes.

"Okay, miss, just wait over there near the office door. The police will be here in a couple of minutes."

Brooke wanted to cry. She had never really contemplated the potential outcome, and now it was too late. And this store clerk was going to take no mercy on her.

It didn't take long for the law to arrive. Two police officers, one probably in his early forties and one who seemed to be just out of training, walked into the store.

"You've got another lifter?" the older cop asked.

"Yep," he answered. "A kid, right over there next to the office door."

The clerk pointed squarely at young Brooke, who wished she could be anywhere but there at that moment.

The older cop got an eyeful of Brooke, and he could tell she was scared.

"Well, we're gonna take her into the office for a while and talk to her before we take her in," he told the clerk.

"That's fine," the clerk responded. "I'll be here in case you need anything."

The older cop looked over at the younger one and smirked as the two slowly approached young Brooke.

"Well, young lady, I guess you've found yourself some trouble, huh?" the older office asked.

"Yes, sir," Brooke answered solemnly.

"Well, then, I think we'd better step into this office and discuss the situation before we take you in," he said.

The officer opened the office door and ushered the three of them in, carefully locking the door behind them.

"So," asked the younger cop. "What were you trying to steal?"

"Beers," she simply said.

"This isn't the first time we've seen minors trying to steal beer, either" he told her.

"So what happens now?" Brooke asked.

Knowing that the store policy was simply to take minors in to scare them, but not to prosecute, the older cop figured to play the situation for all he could get.

Brooke's eyes started to water.

"Isn't there any way you could just let me go with a warning?" she begged. "My parents will kill me, and I'll get kicked off the cheer squad, for sure."

"Well, that's not the policy," the younger officer told her. "Sorry."

"Please?" she pleaded with teary eyes to both men. "I'll do anything not to get in trouble for this. I've learned my lesson."

The older cop looked young Brooke's sexy little body over. She looked so hot in her little cheerleading uniform.

"Anything, huh?" he mused.

"Yes, sir," she said.

His eyes devoured the teenaged cheerleader. She had long, wavy blonde hair, large and bright blue eyes and delicious- looking lips.

The older cop wanted her pussy, and this cheerleader seemed very willing to do almost whatever she could to avoid trouble. He glanced over at the younger officer and smiled.

"You're not thinking what I'm thinking, are you?" blurted the other cop.

"Yep, I'm afraid I am," came his answer.

"What's going on?" asked poor Brooke.

"I think my partner has an option for you," the young cop told her.

"Like what?" Brooke inquired, anxious for anything at this point.

The older cop was straight to the point.

"Like we let you go, provided you let us both fuck you and cum in that cute little mouth of yours," he simply offered.

Brooke simply looked at them both, absolutely stunned at the idea of getting out of trouble.

"And then you'd just let me go?" she asked.

"Yep," the cop said.

"That would be okay, I guess," she relented. "Because I don't want any trouble. It's just that I've never been fucked before."

"Are you serious?" asked the younger cop. "A beautiful girl like you?"

"No," Brooke answered. "I never had the guts to ask a guy yet, and I guess they haven't, either."

"Well then," said the older man, "we'll just have to show you how it's done."

"And you want to shoot your stuff in my mouth?" she asked, wincing a bit at the idea.

"Definitely. And you would need to swallow it, too."

"I've heard it doesn't usually taste very good," she commented.

"Well, that's part of the deal. We don't want to leave a mess in this office."

"Okay."

"But we'll have to be pretty quick about it," the young cop added. "Because that store manager will wonder what's going on. And we'll have to be quiet, too."

Brooke nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then, sweetheart," the older guy said as he unbuckled his trousers. "You can start by sucking on my cock."

Brooke just nodded and stepped toward the man to do as she was told.

"And I'll fuck you from behind while you suck him," added the young cop. "Just bend over for me."

Brooke looked a bit alarmed.

"You're not gonna put that thing in my butt, are you?" she asked with concern.

"No, I'm gonna stick it in your pussy from behind," he explained. "It's called 'doggy-style'."

The young cop nestled the head of his prick to Brooke's love tunnel and slowly pushed it in until it hit her maidenhead, the thin membrane that marked her virginal state.

"Okay, baby, I'm gonna bust your cherry now," he told her. "It'll hurt a little bit at first, but it'll go away."