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unnerd · 2 years

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Places you should add to your little town/city in your fantasy world!!

Post offices. Wild, I know. But give me the unhinged kind. Pingeons and little postal dragons all over the place. You enter. The most disgusting smell fucking assaults your nostrils. You know what it is. Letter in hand, you go up to the counter. The postal worker is just a slightly bigger pigeon. You shed a tear.

PLAYGROUNDS!! Create the most dangerous kinds of playgrounds, the ones suburban moms would TRIP if they ever saw one. Monkey bars that are way too tall, swings that go full circle... The metal slide stays the same, it's already painful enough.

PARKS!! MAKE IT ALIVE!! Show people going on walks, reading beneath trees. C'mon most of them are already hundred years old (And are going to die after that CR 15 creature wrecks the town) anyways!! Show couples and picnics, show a family enjoying the sunday, give me someone picking flowers for their loved ones.

A bakery! Do you know how much these places are underrated? And do you know how much plot potential they have? Every good story starts with food poisoning or granny's recipe! Give me a place your players/readers are going to treat like home and, for once, it's not a tavern or a guild.

Government buildings! Give me a town hall that has a kilometric line in front of it. Give me a registry that is as old as this town. Give me police stations! Give me courtrooms! Make one of your players get arrested and now all of the party has to go through burocracy like a bunch of normal people!

(Who am I kidding? You don't need to make them get arrested. They are going to do that for you.)

Touristic attractions! Give me a full-on statue of the country's leader! Give me museums! Give me streets, ruins and whatnot that attract thousands of tourists everyday! Give me an annoying city guide that tries to get the party's attention everytime!

Magazine stands! Magazines don't exist? Newspaper stands! From the Queen's Journal to the most questionable new piece of Fox's Tailtracker, you have it all! Make your players doubt what's actually happening, sprinkle a little fake news... Or is it fake at all?

...Toy stores. OK HEAR ME OUT. Make magic toys; miniature skyships that actually fly, metal toy dragons that expel fire, little wands that make little light spells, wooden creatures that can move and make noises... Make children happy! And your players too because they will waste their money on these stuff.

Instrument store!! Make your bards happy with special instruments or just weird ones! Give me a battle in one of those that is just filled with funny noises and the worst battle soundtrack ever!!

Not exactly a place but... Cleaning carts!!! Show me people cleaning the streets, picking up the trash, cutting trees!! Make the town look clean!! Give me an old man that is really proud of his work!!!

(or ways to make your players feel even worse when the villain destroys the town later on :) )

#dnd #dnd ideas #d&d 5th edition #d&d memes #tabletop games #dungeonsanddragons #npc ideas #dnd homebrew #campaing ideas #gm guide #worldbuilding #worldbuilding prompts #critical role #5e #ttrpgs #homebrew

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after-witch · 5 months

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Gum Line [Yandere Mahito x Reader[

Title: Gum Line [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Synopsis: You need to get your teeth cleaned and Mahito wants to watch.

Word count: 1740

notes: yandere, mentions of death and violence, mentions of past injury on reader, reader is getting their teeth cleaned, Mahito

“You really don’t need to come,” you hissed lowly. “It’s fine. Really. It’s just a quick cleaning.”

Mahito puffed out his cheeks and peered through the glass door into the waiting room. “But I want to come. I’ve never been to a dentist. I want to see what they do to you.”

The receptionist was, at this point, staring at you and made a come-in gesture with her hands. You were standing out there too long for it to be normal. So you sighed and put your hand on the knob.

“Fine.” You bit out the words and regretted them as soon as they left your lips, but there was no taking it back. It didn’t matter, anyway. He was going to come in with or without your agreement.

“You can watch, just… just try to stay out of the way, okay? Please? I really need this cleaning.”

“Yay!” His cheer was too loud and too close, but he never cared about that, did he? Mahito wrapped his arm around yours and flung the door open with his other, only to pull you into the office with a giddy delight. To everyone else, it must have looked like you accidentally almost-tripped over the threshold after entering too quickly.

“S-Sorry,” you said, breathless, smiling, to the receptionist. “I’m a bit clumsy today.”

She smiled back, all prim and professional. But you wondered what she must be thinking. You were standing up far too straight, sweat on your forehead, and you’d just been standing there at the door muttering to yourself before you stumbled inside like a drunkard.

“You know,” Mahito said, as you signed your name on the sign-in sheet, “you’ve gotten really good at making up lies on the spot!”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, and gritted your teeth instead.

Why did Mahito make even the most everyday things in your life so complicated?

—

He pouted. Honest-to-goodness pouted.

“You never open your mouth so nicely like that for me.” He rested his chin in his hand and furrowed his eyebrows. “I always gotta fight you for it." He pointed an accusatory finger at your chin. And you’re not even trying to bite her! No fair!”

You choked a little on your spit. Couldn’t he just shut up–

“Are you doing all right?” She asked, pulling the tools out of your mouth for the moment.

You closed your mouth and smiled tightly. “Mm-hmm. Sorry, I just have um, some dental anxiety, so…”

She wiped the scaler on your bib and moved the light up a little. Mahito followed the movement and began poking the bulbs.

“Do you think she’d mind if I broke this?” You almost said something, but he shrugged. “Ah, but the pieces would get into your mouth, and we’d be stuck here longer.”

The hygienist continued, not knowing that a curse which could end her life in a moment was hovering over her shoulder, pouting like a damn child.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry. Just raise your hand if you need me to take a break, okay?”

“Thank you,” you said, and opened your mouth wide to encourage her to continue. She did, returning to examine your teeth with the little mirror, poke here and there, get a good idea of what she needed to tackle first.

Good. The faster she worked, the sooner you could get out of here. The sooner you got out of here, the less likely it was that Mahito would act up.

Act up. Hah. As if his acts of violence were a toddler throwing a tantrum in the grocery store, chubby fists hitting the hard floor as he wailed because he was tired, bored, hungry, didn’t get the toy he wanted, did get the toy he wanted but now it wasn’t fun, the sky was blue and he wanted it green…

No, no, the comparison wasn’t entirely off, was it? Sure, he wasn’t throwing a fit because the store was out of strawberry milk (but he might, you thought, if he took a liking to it) but he might kill someone waiting in the congested line at the grocery store because he was tired of you running errands and wanted you back in your apartment.

And he might kill this hygienist, to have you fleeing home, away from the blood, the carnage, the screams. And because it would be amusing to him, even if you weren’t around.

But the notion went beyond his tendency to pout, to be impulsive, to want what he wants when he wants it, didn’t it? He was always learning, always eager to learn. What he did know often felt instinctive and unfulfilled, and he was using you to stuff the gaps. Watching what you did and said.

Testing you, teasing you, seeing what he could take away from your ordinary personhood. Like someone who’d never lived among people finally making it to the big city, taking in the sights and sounds and world with eagerness.

He was just so damn new. Sometimes you felt like he should be covered in a thin, slimy caul. Only you didn’t know if he would be better or worse if he lost it.

Mahito waved one of his hands.

“You look like you’re thinking really hard. What are you thinking about?”

“Nuffing,” you said, with a mouthful of dental tools.

The hygienist pulled them out again.

“Sorry, you needed a break?”

Oops.

“Sorry,” you said. “I forgot to raise my hand. It’s okay now, I just got a little tense because my back tooth is a bit sore.”

“Oh, I’ll be more careful.” And the sharp tools went back inside your mouth.

Mahito was quiet for a while, which was both wonderful and terrifying. He was simply watching the hygienist work now. His eyes were intent on the repetitive movements of the scaler, the way she scraped your gum. You saw him look down at your hands–clenching the straps of your purse, as you always did at the dentist but especially so today–and back at your face.

He weaved around to the other side of the chair so that he could get in close to your face without risking knocking into the hygienist or the light fixture above your head.

“You’re bleeding a lot,” he said. “Is that normal? Is that why she keeps squirting water in your mouth? Why don't you just swallow it?”

He ran a finger along your cheek, and you made a soft, high sound in your throat. The hygienist paused, but when you didn’t raise your hand or try to talk, she kept going. A small mercy.

“How much does it hurt? A lot? A little? Less or more than the time I broke your finger?” His pinky traced the beginning of a tear in the corner of your eye. You didn’t know if it was from the sharp pain in your gums or from the terror coursing through your veins. At his words, sure, but the very nature of this awful scenario was simply too much for you.

In a moment, the woman who was simply doing her job to clean your teeth might be dead. The receptionist who probably gossiped with you to a coworker the second you were out of earshot might be dead. The people in the waiting room, the old man with an audiobook on tape and the little girl playing with the germ-ridden toys tucked in the corner–dead, dead, dead. Piles of pus and blood and bloated flesh.

You could be that, too. If he decided he wanted it.

Mahito let his pinky slide delicately from your eye to your mouth. He touched the edge of your stretched lip, and when he brought it up to the light, you could see a smear of gum-blood.

A small tear finally made its way out of your eye. From the pain, that’s what the hygienist would tell herself. Maybe she would stop again, or maybe she’d be glad you were toughing it out, so she could move on to her next appointment quicker.

Mahito saw the tear and frowned.

“Hey. Are you upset because I brought up the finger? You can’t be mad at me about that anymore, remember? It wasn’t on purpose–well, I didn’t mean to break it, anyway. And I fixed it, so...” He gazed down at your hands, clenched so hard around the strap of your purse that you had to reflexively relax them to keep them from aching.

He looked so serious, so suddenly. It made your stomach do awful flips.

“You’re the first person I’ve fixed, did you know that?”

You didn’t.

“Normally I just play with humans. Take them apart. Turn them into something new. Experiment, experiment, experiment.” He sighed, almost dreamily. “It’s fun. Really! I’ve learned a lot. But with you–”

He didn’t finish whatever thought he had. Instead, he sat down on the unused stool next to the dental chair, then, and took hold of your hands. It was nothing for him to pry your fingers away from your purse.

You hoped the hygienist wouldn’t look down–how strange would it look for your hands to be hovering in midair, like they were being held by nothing at all?

If only he was nothing.

He squeezed your fingers.

“You don’t need to hold a bag, see?”

You raised your eyebrows.. You couldn’t ask the questions tumbling in your mind, and you’re not sure that you wanted to know the answers, anyway.

Then the hygienist poked a particularly sensitive area behind your front teeth, and you flinched in the chair. You squeezed his hands tight. Reflexively, you told yourself. Reflexively.

Mahito glanced down at your intertwined hands. He looked serious again. Somber. Even soft, maybe? Or was that your imagination, pathetic, frightened as it was? You half-expected him to pat your hands and tell you that he was here, not to worry. Like your mom did when you were a kid and needed a root canal.

Then his gaze lifted suddenly and he grinned side enough to show you his gum line. He stuck his tongue out and poked one of his teeth, then spoke–you realized, with a bubble of sickness in your chest, that he’d given himself a second tongue.

“I was thinking… if she has to pull out one of your teeth, do you get to keep it? Can I have it?”

You groaned out a whimper, but the hygienist continued working.

Mahito didn’t let go of your hands.

#yandere mahito #mahito x reader #yandere jjk #yandere #afterwitch writes

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missnancywritesfanfic · 10 months

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Grocery Shopping ft. Anemo Boys

(Based On Stuff My BF and I Have Done)

Characters: Venti, Xiao, Heizou, Kazuha, Wanderer(Scaramouche), Aether

Contains: Modern AU, Everyday Life, Fluff, Swears

A/N: I was at the grocery store and the idea popped in my head 🥰

VENTI - Humming Along To The Music

From the moment you stepped inside to the moment you leave. He will be humming. Tapping his finger to whatever royalty free song is playing over the speakers. You used to asked him why he never listened to his own music when you were shopping.

"But if I did that, then I'd be ignoring you. Isn't it better to be together in the moment?"

"Yeah, in the moment of Funky Town for the thirtieth time? I'm flattered."

It gets worse with every trip. It slowly evolves into mumbling the lyrics, then singing the lyrics out loud, swaying along to the music, and sometimes full on dancing with no remorse. Not a single bone of shame in his body, and you have to watch your boyfriend shake his ass while you facepalm.

"I am never taking you shopping again."

"We both know that's a big fat lie, babe. You love having me around~"

God, you hated his smug grin. Let this shopping trip be done as soon as humanly possible.

XIAO - Carry All The Groceries/Steer The Cart

He will always man the cart. Don't you dare take it away from him, he has pouted at you before when you absentmindedly grabbed one and started shopping.

You seriously have no clue why he enjoys it so much, but you can't complain, it gave you time to actually focus on picking what you wanted. And you didn't have to worry about navigating traffic in the aisles. But he will nudge the cart into you when you're taking too long, you'll always turn back to meet his glare.

"Are you done yet? We need to get a move on."

"Hey, I am the chef of the house. If you don't like how I pick the ingredients, you can cook for a change."

That'll usually shut him up. He'll still silently nudge the cart into you though, after a while you get the idea and pick up the pace. When you finish shopping, he will always take the heavier bags. Even when you offer, he insists that it isn't an issue and leave you with the lighter bags. Sometimes nothing at all.

You appreciate his help, not like you wanted to carry them anyways. You still have to scold him about being delicate with the eggs.

KAZUHA - Cannot Decide On What To Take

"Baby, for the love of god, please pick a thing and stick with it!"

You've been in the aisle for over five minutes, he can't decide on what kind of rice to buy. This isn't a price issue. Kazuha's stuck thinking in the longterm: What kind of rice is best? Should we buy a bulk bag to last longer? Which type will work best with dinner tonight? (It's Jasmin. Always Jasmin. Cheap and reliable.)

You don't care! You just want to be in any other aisle but this one! But you're being hypocritical, you've done the exact same and everytime he'll give you a specific look. Nothing else, not a frown, not even a smug grin, just a look.

"Okay, but why does this package say sugar-free but it has the same level in the nutrients on the back?" You pause and glance over, you frown. "What?"

"I haven't said anything, dear."

"You don't need to. I know that look, it's Kazuha for I'm Judging You."

HEIZOU - Comparing Item Prices

He's the type of person to lay out all his options and pick the cheapest one with the best quality. There may be meat on sale today, but he knows it's only because they're going to expire soon. This can be useful at times, no need for bottom tier food in your household.

But that's not the worse of it. Like many middle aged home owners, he will deliberately check for mistagged items so that he can get them at a discount price. There's an air fryer he's been eyeing for months that's too expensive for a leisure purchase, until the day he spots that it's been mistagged for thirty dollars cheaper than normal.

"Heizou, honey, we can just wait until it's actually on sale..."

"Ah ah~, the price labelled is the price offered. I will be taking my prize!"

"You're insufferable."

You're at the checkout, silently apologizing to the cashier and manager that are trying to find a way out of this predicament. Unfortunately for them, he gets the airfryer. And unfortunately for you, he doesn't stop using it for a loooong time.

WANDERER - Buy Old People Snacks

He doesn't like sweets. He visibly cringes everytime you pass by the bakery section or candy aisle, and you have a horrible sweet tooth that can never be quelled.

However, he's gotten into the habit of picking up dried cranberries of all things. Now, usually you don't pass judgement on his choices, despite him making it clear he doesn't care if you. Regardless, you can't help poking fun at him every once in a while.

"Pfft, nice choice granpa."

"Shut up, you shovel junk down your throat like it's your day job."

"Yeah, but at least I act my age."

"You mean five?"

If you ever, and I mean ever, try to take some for yourself. He will smack your hand away and give you the nastiest glare. Don't bother with whining or fake tears, you should've thought about that before insulting his food choice. You won't be able to steal any of his food for a good month.

AETHER - Asking Permission To Buy Stuff

You have no clue where it comes from. Before you started dating him, he and Paimon were impulsive spenders. They used to empty literal shelves and have more food then they knew what to do with (Paimon usually ate most of it in record time). But now, when you're heading down the aisle, he'd sheepishly hold a box of cereal, maybe cookies, or even fruit snacks- and give you the biggest puppy dog eyes possible.

"Aether, you are a grown man. You can buy whatever you want."

"Really?"

"Yes! Buy ten of 'em if you really want to!"

Okay, maybe that's a bit overboard. But you needed to exxagerate to make your stance clear. Maybe he was trying to be considerate of you? But you always split the bill when it came to paying for groceries, a couple extra dollars wasn't going to kill you. Especially not with your shared salaries.

But if you're not careful, Paimon might end up eating you out of house and home. So maybe he had the right idea about clearing these choices with you first.

#reader insert #genshin impact #fluff #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #venti x reader #xiao x reader #heizou x reader #kazuha x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #aether x reader #traveler x reader #modern au #swearing #domestic

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brooooswriting · 10 months

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hey! could you write a sam carpenter x reader story where sam gets protective over a clumsy reader?

Oh honey,

Sam Carpenter x reader

A/n: sorry this is rather short

You were nice, that’s the first thing Mindy noticed about you, the second thing was that standing seemed to be rather hard for you. She thought you were on some kind of substance when she first met you, you stood slightly to her right and suddenly you were sitting flat on your ass. Until this day she wasn’t sure how you fell, but when she walked down the hall next to you and you suddenly stubbed your toe on a locker, where is was nearly impossible to stub your toe she realized that you weren’t high. This was just you.

And sadly, it kept going on like that. She brought you to the carpenters apartment to meet the rest of the group and when they thought that Ethan was dorky and clumsy they surely haven’t met you. It started with you bumping into the doorframe, then nearly falling over a chair. While the rest found it funny and kind of cute, Sam was suspicious, sure of the fact that you might just do this to not seem like a possible attacker.

The older woman barely talked to you for the most time, she nodded as a greeting and a goodbye and if she had a good day she might ask you if you want anything to drink. That’s it and that’d be it. She was sure of it.

At least until one day she went shopping in a supermarket away from where she normally went, the other one was too full and she didn’t wanna wait in line forever. She was walking thru the isles when she recognized a voice, it was yours. Your words were spilling as you tried to apologize for knocking over a whole shelf with chips in it, and when you wanted to walk away from the embarrassing situation you smacked against the door of the refrigerated stuff. It was the first time she considered that you might just be clumsy.

As creepy as it may sound the woman followed you around for two days after that, watched you in the halls, in lectures, stores and cafes, with your other friends. It turned out that you were in fact just really clumsy. So she started to talk to you, which surprised you. She asked you about your day, offered you food and drinks at all times, she even took you with her to go get food when the rest of the group showed up way to late.

At some point, she herself wasn’t sure when, she fell for you and your clumsiness. She loved how you were so in your own head that you’d fall and trip over anything, how you got extremely embarrassed and then would start apologizing, your words spilling so hectically that nobody would be able to understand.

When she decided to tell you how she felt she planned this whole date that just screamed romantic and all that but she didn’t think about how clumsy you were while planning. Looking back, a hike was probably the worst decision. Not even five minutes into it, you’ve already fallen twice and actually hurt your left wirst. So, Sam didn’t confess her love to you on a mountain top during a sunset but in a hospital room late at night. It was still romantic somehow and really cute, she felt extremely guilty and she cared about your hurt wirst more than you did.

When your relationship started, you were even more embarrassed about your clumsiness but Sam told you everyday that it was fine. Sure, Cooking with you was a disaster, your driving was her biggest nightmare, the amount of times you fell out of bed weren’t even countable on her hands by now but somehow all of it made her love you even more.

At the same time you loved how caring, chill and protective Sam was over you. You were used to people being annoyed by your behavior, but Sam never was, she always took her time to help you which made you love her even more.

Even tough going out with you was always a bit of a risk Sam loved going out with you for normal things too. So she decided to go grocery shopping with you, in the supermarket she first really saw you. The brunette was getting some vegetables while you were off to get your cereals, but when you had been gone for about 10 minutes she decided to look for you. She was about two isles away from the one that was filled with cereal when she heard your voice. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to. I’m just really clumsy” you voice was shivering and small, giving Sam an uncomfortable feeling.

She sped up and walked into the isles to find a man towering over you, nearly pushing you into the isle behind you. The older woman could see some cereal spilled next to a basket that probably belonged to the man. “Has nobody ever told a stupid bitch like you how to behave?” He asked as he closed in on you.

Sam immediately jumped into action, coming up behind you, stretching herself as much as she could, chest puffed and one of her arms around your waist. She could feel you relax immediately. “Is there a problem?” She asked the tall man, carefully pushing you behind her and somehow you still stepped in her foot. It nearly made her laugh, but the way the man looked like he was about to beat you up made her redeem it.

“Yeah, she ran into me and made me spill my cereal. So she has to learn a lesson, not that it’s your business. Move” he told her, stepping closer to tower over her too but without any victory.

“Look man, you wanna fight then let’s go outside” her voice was raspy and low. You’d even call it dangerous.

“I’m not fighting you, she ran into me and I wouldn’t know why I should now fight you” the man said looking over sams shoulder to glare at you while you cowered behind her, trying to avoid the man.

“She’s my girlfriend so you trying to start shit on her is my thing. So, if you wanna fight, let’s go outside” she said again. There were butterflies erupting in your stomach, you weren’t quite at the point were you said girlfriend and stuff like that so the fact that she called you her girlfriend and that she defends you made you swoon. You carefully grabbed the hand that still held your waist and rubbed your finger over the back of her hand. You knew how dangerous a mad Sam could be.

But before the man could say anything an employee came into the isles, breaking the stare down that happened between the two. “Come on baby, let’s go” Sam said as she pulled you along to were your favorite cereal was.

While you were back in your own world while looking for cereal the man came towards you but Sam stepped in front of him, “one more step towards her and you won’t see the next day” the threat seemed to work as he turned and left, satisfying the older woman.

“Thank you” you mumbled as you turned around with the cereal box in hand, your other hand grabbed her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Her hand immediately landing on your waist causing you to whine. “You called me girlfriend” you grinned proudly which made her laugh and kiss you again.

No matter how clumsy you were, she’d always protect you.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #sam carpenter x reader #Sam carpenter #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x y/n #melissa barrera x reader

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smileycarat · 9 months

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delulu thoughts: jeonghan ver

a/n: just me fangirling about jeonghan lolz, sorry for potential typos

whenever i see jeonghan, i automatically think he’s such a gentle kisser

don’t get me wrong, i do think he can have those more heated moments and such, and i would later love to explore that in another fic

but something about the thought of just lounging together on a sunday morning and him giving you the softest kisses throughout the day i aM SEVERELY UNWELL

just enjoying both of each other’s presence away from the public and the limelight that seems to follow him everyday

being in the comfort of your own home where he gets to let lose and relax without constantly being aware of what happens around him in public

having the opportunity to see how he’s like behind closed doors and to experience the way he cups your face with his sweater paws and kisses your brow-bone first, then your cheekbone, then your nose, and finally your lips with the most feather-like kisses there is

being able to wake up to him softly tracing the bridge of your nose and then softly your cheekbone as you wake

you being the first person he speaks to in the morning, his voice still rough from sleep, and you being the last person he speaks to before bed, his voice laced with sleepiness but still pushing through to make sure he wishes you goodnight even if you’re already asleep the moment your head hits the pillow

i think a lot of people would expect him to be slightly chaotic based of how he sometimes presents himself in gose or concerts and yes he can be chaotic, but he’s a gentle chaotic (idek if that makes sense???)

he will sometimes surprise you with the most odd things out of nowhere, like that one time you had a little bit of frosting on your nose from biting into a cupcake

mans is giggling at your appearance and you’re confused because you don’t know what has set him off this time and you’re just looking at him like ???

and he just jokingly rolls his eyes, makes a tsk noise while shaking his head but reaches out to hold your jaw to stop you from moving

then he proceeds to just lick off the frosting off your nose

“what? i couldn’t just leave you like this without telling you” he says after your wide eyed expression

“you could have used a napkin like a normal person!”

he giggles at the way you roll your eyes and pulls you back by the crook of your elbow as you start to move away

“look, we’re even now” he says after he smears frosting on his lips

you both could just be relaxing on the couch laying down and on opposite ends, but he always has either a leg or an arm extended to have contact with you

is completely the type to pull your legs up to his lap to rub at your ankle

or be the type to use his slender hands to knead at the knots between your shoulder blades

i could see him liking to lay down on top of you during a nap and kissing you right under your ear all the way down to your collarbone

this isn’t even in an explicit manner, he just likes to do it for the sake of doing it (also loves the giggle he gets out of you if you’re feeling ticklish)

i could see him as liking to be the one to stay in on his days off and just lounging in matching sweats with you

but also willing and always ready to take a quick trip down to the convenience store with you past midnight in your matching sweats and slippers to grab a snack

absolutely WILL hold your hand all the way to and from the convenience store even though it’s just a few minutes walk

beware, he does not like when you get separated by a street lamp and will pull you to his side so you don’t have to unlink your hands

just a few delulu thoughts about jeonghan <3

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xhmeusworld · 4 months

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the way it was | kim mingyu

genre: idol! mingyu, angst, established relationship

pairings: kim mingyu x reader

warnings: none

word count: 1k

note: just a small thing until i finish editing some of my longer works :)

you should have known what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to date an idol. you should have known that it wasn’t going to be a normal relationship. there wasn’t going to be any spontaneous dates, no random adventures, not even late night trips to the convenience store.

you thought you could handle it. the “love conquers all” attitude. in your mind, that’s what could get you through it. because you did love kim mingyu.

you loved kim mingyu more than anyone on the planet.

but it wasn’t enough.

the hiding, the sneaking around, the brief interactions on music shows. it became too much, but the breaking point occurred because of something neither you nor him imagined.

publicity to some might be considered the most important thing for an idol. whether good or bad, it was still publicity. it was still putting your name out there. you thought seventeen had enough support, especially from their various performances as well as appearances on american media. their fandom was growing and growing everyday.

so when mingyu explained to you that pledis wanted him to “fake date” a girl that he co-hosted an event with, you didn’t know what to say. you couldn’t even remember what her name was. you, of course, didn’t want him to fake date anyone, but he didn’t have an option. the company didn’t know that you two were together, so he couldn’t refuse a direct command from his ceo.

he insisted that it was going to be fine. it was only going to be brief outings together that were able to be photographed by dispatch and other media outlets. it was just for publicity mingyu assured. that’s all it was and you kept trying to repeat that in your mind.

that was true at the beginning and you honestly weren’t bothered because at the end of the day, mingyu was in love with you.

but brief outings turned into co-hosting events, shared variety shows, and countless interviews. soon, you grew sick of the headlines and of the couple interview questions. it wasn’t long before the sickness grew into jealousy and hatred toward the other girl.

it was clear that she was taking the “fake dating” much more seriously than mingyu. you found yourself at a standstill unable to talk to mingyu about how you felt. he was your boyfriend. you loved him and that was exactly the reason why you couldn’t voice your concerns to him. you didn’t want to come across as the jealous significant other that was incapable of trust. mingyu gave you absolutely no reason to not trust him.

that left jeon wonwoo as your only option. the curly-haired boy understood what you were feeling and offered assurance. he insisted that mingyu only had eyes for you even if the girl viewed him more as a friend. nothing was going to happen between them and that was final.

for awhile, wonwoo’s advice calmed your thoughts and your jealousy.

until new year’s eve hit.

never did you think your new year’s eve would be ruined be a picture that dispatch posted.

a picture of mingyu and the girl kissing.

that’s when you decided that you couldn’t take it anymore. dating an idol was too much.

mingyu was the one who called you first. he had seen the picture and wanted you to know that she had kissed him first. he had to go along with it because of the cameras, but he desperately wanted to push her away. but he did to do it for his company; for seventeen. it was a part of his job.

you broke up with him that night. you had reached your breaking point. you were tired of the insecurity that you were feeling, you were tired of the jealousy, of the fear that mingyu would leave you in the end.

he begged you to stay; to reconsider, but you already made your decision. you loved kim mingyu. you loved kim mingyu more than anyone on the planet, but this time, you had to put yourself first.

that was a year ago.

a lot of things change in a year’s time. things happen in this world without warning. things just happen whether you want them to or not.

you weren’t exactly sure how it happened or when. maybe it was when he picked you up to go get milkshakes after you called him crying about how much you missed mingyu. maybe it was when he randomly bought you flowers for your birthday. maybe it was the night when you finally let your guard down and let him fall asleep next to you.

somehow, some way, your heart surrendered itself to jeon wonwoo and it was the most wonderful feeling.

you swore you would never date another idol, but he made you feel wanted and loved. he made you feel like the most important person in his life because that’s exactly what you were. you were his world and you always had been even when you were with mingyu. he would never hurt you, he promised.

at the beginning of the relationship, you worried about hurting mingyu. wonwoo was his best friend. there was no way he couldn’t be hurt by your actions, but he never reached out to you. he never made an attempt to say one word to you, so soon, your heartache faded to indifference.

you figured he had moved on as well, so you were shocked to see the new notification pop up on your phone as wonwoo slept next to you, resting up for a schedule that he had tomorrow.

one new voicemail from mingyu.

you debated on deleting the message. you debated on avoiding his words, but you just couldn’t do it even after all this time.

with a shaky breath, you moved the phone up to your ear.

“uh, hey, it’s mingyu. i know it has been awhile, but I just felt like I had to reach out to you. i know you may not want to talk to me and if so, i get it. i didn’t exactly put you first in our relationship and for that, i am truly sorry. for what it’s worth, the dating thing - the stupid, dumb, dating thing - is over, which I’m sure you knew from wonwoo.”

his voice sounded as angelic as you remembered it, but there was also a hint of tiredness behind it. so faint that if you didn’t know any better, you would have missed it. the boy let out a sigh as he continued.

“it’s weird. the thought of you with wonwoo. If i’m honest, i should have seen it coming. he always treated you with respect. he always made time for you when I wasn’t around. i can’t just sit around and say that seeing you with him doesn’t hurt me because it does. it really does, but I hope you’re happy. I hope he makes you happy.”

his last line made tears drip down your cheeks and you prayed that you wouldn’t wake the boy next to you.

“all I needed to know is that you are doing fine.”

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Flower Shop

Richie Jerimovich x F!Reader

For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: Flower Shop A/N: This is NOT the same reader as my other Richie fics. I've decided to compile those fics into their own multichap because I've gotten some Bear fic ideas outside of that little universe I've created. ALSO, huge shout out to @kind-wolf for this idea!!!! Seriously sparked so much inspiration, thank you x 10000000 I hope you enjoy :) Warnings: Cursing, arguing, light angst, mentions of harassment, and someone being drunk and disorderly.

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“We’re across from that stupid fuckin’ flower shop.” Richie spoke into the phone. “Yes, that one.” He was staring out the window at the shop he mentioned, annoyance growing as he stared out. “No, I don’t know if they’ve got white roses, look, will you just tell me when my meat delivery is gonna be here, I gotta fuckin’ feed people.” Richie had slammed his hand down on the table like the person on the other line could see his frustration. Before the conversion continued, Richie saw movement where he was staring across the street. “I gotta go, just deliver the fuckin’ meat.”

As you stepped outside of your flower shop, dragging to large potted plants to sit alongside the front door, you heard the familiar bell of the shop across the street. At first the noise went unnoticed, the first few weeks it was just part of the Chicago hustle and bustle but two months in, you began to notice it because it usually meant that someone was about to start yelling at you.

“I thought I told you that putting that shit out on the street causes distractions and traffic!” The man yelled out to you.

Right on schedule was the thought in your head as you huffed and stood up to yell back.

“I thought I told you to mind your fuckin’ business, beef boy!” You usually had discourse like this on a daily basis but between the early start you had and the exhaustion from pulling these plants out of the back storage room, you were a little more rowdy today.

“Beef boy?” He scoffed. “Stop blocking the sidewalk, you–you–flower fuck!” He tripped up on what to call you there and it made you smile.

“T-t-t- today, Junior!” You mocked him back.

“Are you making fun of me by quoting Billy fucking Madison?!”

The cars of traffic were moving on the roads in front of you, the audacity they had interrupting your heated discussion. But nonetheless, you weren’t going to let it stop you from going back and forth.

“Why are you such a fuckin’ jagoff?!” You called back out at him.

The comment made the slightest smirk grow on Richie’s face, you were too far to notice it which he was grateful for but hearing the word that he called people so often out of someone else’s mouth was amusing.

“I don’t know, why don’t you look in the mirror and tell me why you’re such a jagoff!” He lifted his hand up and pointed his finger, throwing it at you as he spoke.

“Wow.” You started clapping. “Great comeback, what are we 10? I know you are what am I?” You called out in a immature tone.

“I’m gonna go back inside and work because some of us put our blood sweat and tears into our jobs, while other people sit up on their bouqueted pedestals and fuck over us hard workers!”

You had no idea what he was saying, what he meant by it but that was also a pretty normal and everyday occurrence so you didn’t think twice about it and just yelled out before going back inside your flower shop.

“Go fuck yourself, beef boy!”

These things happened pretty often, not everyday but often enough that your comebacks got funnier, they got more detailed, more pointed, on both sides. When you went out to water the plants on display in front of the store and Richie went out for a smoke break you yelled across at each other. When you both were at the window looking at the rain clouds forming or the rain drops falling, you’d throw middle fingers up and mouth profanities at each other. When you’d stay late and look across the street to see Richie there at the restaurant late, you’d stare at each other, give mean looks and turn the lights off to work in the back offices at your shop.

It was strangely something enjoyable, for both of you. It was a way to get out so much frustration and build up tension that had accrued in the days. It wasn’t healthy, and you knew that but you weren’t exactly looking for the textbook solution to your problems these days.

As you stood outside, past closing time, sweeping up the dead leaves and fallen petals from the day, Richie was out for what was likely his 5th smoke break of the day. It was late, and you both tended to keep it down when curfew hours hit, out of respect for the block, not each other. As you moved along your storefront, you heard a voice that wasn’t familiar.

“Yo, can I please get some flowers, my girl’s mad at me and I need something to bring home.” The voice was slurred, the person sounded drunk. You looked up and saw the person who had stumbled up to your store.

“I can give you a mix of stuff for $10.” You weren’t in the mood to cause problems so you thought this would be a good compromise. A bouquet like that would normally be double so you thought this was the perfect meet in the middle deal.

“Nah, I don’t got any money. Just let me go in and grab something small, no biggie, alright?” The man started to push by and tried to get in the door that you had already locked.

“We’re closed, I can go grab something for you, and you can give me $10 for it, that’s it.” Your voice was firm as you stepped in front of the door.

“C’mon!” The guy whined.

“Alright, new plan. No flowers, and you get the fuck out of here.” There was no whine in your tone, you weren’t playing games which is why the push you gave the guy was more aggressive than your initial block.

While the push worked to get him away from the door, the man didn’t leave.

“Pretty sure she told you to get the fuck out of here.”

That sentence was said by someone else and it made both you and the man turn to look at where the hardened voice was coming from. You saw the man from across the street, now much closer on your side of the street, on your sidewalk. He looked different closer up, you could see the features of his face better, despite it being late at night you could see things that the space hid. The bags under his eyes, the roughness of his stubbled beard, the wrinkles in his forehead and eyes, he was worn, he had been through a lot, you could tell. You also could tell that he had been used to these type of run ins, or you so assumed as you looked at the gun in his hand that wasn’t being threatened yet, but was ready in the case it needed to be.

“But my flowers…” The man stumbled slightly as he spoke.

“They’re her flowers, not yours. Go home, get the fuck out of here.” Richie stepped forward, using his body to show force and slightly raising the gun to let the man know it was there.

And it worked. The man left, drunk and defeated, leaving you and Richie on the sidewalk in front of your shop.

“I had it handled.” The glare you had was still on the man walking away and when he got out of your view, you turned to the person still next to you.

“Most people just say thank you.” He scoffed as he put the gun in his back waistband.

“You have a history of showing up armed and ready to shoot someone?” You raised your eyebrow and leaned on the broom handle.

“No, I just–do you have to argue everything?” He was frustrated.

“I just assumed that was our thing.” Your shoulders shrugged so nonchalantly.

Richie let out a laugh and shook his head as he took a step off the curb and was now standing on the asphalt of the street, slowly making his way back over to the restaurant. “I’d buy yourself a piece, get yourself familiar with it, this block can get hot sometimes.”

“Who says I’m not familiar?” You called out to him with a smirk on your face.

“My mistake.” He lifted his hands up in surrender with a similar smirk to your own before turning around fully to step onto his side of the street.

“Hey, beef boy!” The humor in your voice was being held back by a thin thread as you smiled through your words.

Richie turned around, his hand on the door handle ready to enter back into the restaurant as he stared at you. For the first time ever, you weren’t going to yell profanities at eachother, give rude gestures or annoyed looked. For the first time you smiled at him and truly had no sarcastic attitude in what the next two words out of your mouth would be.

“Thank you!”

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aphrogeneias · 8 months

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𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 — 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

summary: it was supposed to be a normal trip to the record shop, but he was lucky enough to see a different side of you when you thought no one was looking.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: eddie's pov, no use of y/n, fluff, more flirting, eddie gets melancholic, lord of the rings references

author's note: short but sweet. again, only a few new lines were added.

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Summer came and went, but you stayed.

Not a lot of things stayed in Eddie's life — with the exception of Wayne and his seemingly endless high school career. One was his safe place, something steady he could hold on to through the ever tumultuous years of his childhood and adolescence. The other felt like some kind of penitence he had to pay. For being himself, maybe? Though that was not a crime, not for Eddie, at least.

It felt like he was drifting, wandering aimlessly from one day to another, trying to stay afloat. In his worse days, he often remembered the words of Strider, "not all those who wander are lost". However, unlike Aragorn, Eddie wasn't destined for greatness, he was simply, completely and utterly, lost in life.

It was a miracle, the steadiness of your presence. It didn’t make sense to him how someone like you would give someone like him the time of day, let alone hours of it, but he didn’t dare question it. You stayed, and that was enough for him.

He wished you would be the next thing that would take hold in his life. As naive as it felt. He wasn't used to craving something the way he craved seeing you, just being near you.

As the months got colder and the school year started, you fell into a comfortable rhythm. He’d visit the shop almost everyday, and you’d always be waiting for him with something new — a song, a record, a new mixtape. Sometimes, it was music you knew he’d like — like when Dio released Sacred Heart and you had a copy waiting for him before he could even call you to ask if you had one. Eddie was convinced he hasn’t stopped smiling since then, — but in others, you tried to make him venture out of his comfort zone.

It never worked, not really, but he appreciated it nonetheless. For the most part, he appreciated the way you eagerly greeted him, pulling him behind the counter and giving him a tape with no other explanation other than “listen to this, it will change your life”, and the spark in your eyes as you waited for him to tell you what his thoughts were. It almost made him feel bad to tell you he didn��t like it, but he also liked the way your lips looked when you pouted as he did.

Eddie was well aware “just friends” didn’t stare at their “just friend’s” lips, but he was trying not to think too much about that.

One of those days, where he sped through the school’s parking lot, leaving a trail of smoke and a heavy guitar riff screeching behind him, heading towards the city in a rush after another nightmarish day. His first thought while getting into his van was visiting you — as all of his thoughts tended to run towards lately, you permeated his mind like a broken record, turning and turning, endlessly.

He almost ran from where his van was parked in the street, right in front of the building where a red neon sign illuminated the words RECORDS, TAPES AND CASSETTES at the front, but before he could pass through the glass doors, he stopped in his tracks.

Eddie Munson could not believe his eyes — you were dancing. The store was empty, he didn't know where your co-workers were, but he was there earlier than usual. You were swaying to the beat of a song he couldn't hear yet, hips moving from side to side, arms following their own rhythm. It almost looked like you were floating, stuck in your own world.

The smile that grew on his lips was faster than he could hide it.

The bell above the door rang as he pushed through it, making you freeze on the spot. All Eddie could do was keep grinning, like a cheshire cat. You turned slowly, only to be greeted by him, a mischievous look in his dark eyes. "Don't stop on my account."

"How long have you been standing there?" You sounded out of breath, your hand resting right above your heart, half obscuring your Velvet Underground t-shirt.

"I just got here." He justified himself. "Don't worry, it was cute as hell."

Avoiding his eyes, you turned to the pile of records on the counter beside you. "It could be worse, I guess. At least it's just you."

"Just me?" Pretending to be heartbroken, perhaps not pretending that much, he brought his closed fist to his chest, dramatically staging a stabbing that ended on him sprawling over the nearest counter. "Oh, my lady, you wound me."

Raising his torso up from the flat surface, he looked straight at you, with a deadpan expression. "Sorry, just me." He pretended to correct himself.

"You're such an idiot." You laughed. It sounded like heaven, though Eddie was not sure what heaven should sound like. "I just meant that… I'm not embarrassed because… I know you."

There was something more lingering behind what you'd just told him, but he didn't let himself get hung up on that, at least not yet. As he assimilated you'd just said, you continued. "What I mean is I feel comfortable around you. That's all. Can't say that about everyone."

If his heart could have grown cartoon wings and flown around, it would. Then, Eddie did what he knew best, hid himself behind the armor of his slightly acid humor.

It was only slight with you, though. Let it be known.

"You could be dancing to better music." He pointed, hoping to spark up a reaction. Vaguely, he recognized the duo of female voices singing in the background, a hit from the decade before. "Kind of expected better, sweetheart."

"I shouldn't have known you didn't like ABBA, of course you don't." You playfully rolled your eyes. "Do you even have a soul?"

"No, actually. I sold mine to the devil, didn't you hear?"

"Yeah, sure. How could I forget?"

When, a week from there, Eddie appeared with a shirt that said "DISCO SUCKS" in bold letters at the center of his chest, you flipped him the bird before he could even say "hello", and his heart skipped a beat for an entirely different reason.

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ayyy-pee · 2 years

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Kenjaku/Fake Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Summary: The loss of your lover is a pain you'd never dreamed of having to cope with, everyday feeling like an endless nightmare. When he reemerges in your life, you can't help how happy you are to have a second chance with him. Even if he is a little...different.

Genre: Thriller

Story Warning: Major Character Death, Grief and Loss, Angst, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior

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You enter your apartment, sighing heavily as you pull your black heels off before heading to your kitchen to pour a glass of wine. You yank your wine fridge open, another sigh rushing past your lips when you see there’s only reds left; his favorite, but you were never a fan.

“Maybe one day you’ll put down the moscato and enjoy real wine. That shit’s basically juice.”

His voice echoes through your head as you pluck a random bottle from the fridge and grab a glass. These days, alcohol is the only way you’re able to get to sleep. You wouldn’t normally be chugging a bottle of wine before bed and risking the awful wine hangover you’ll be sure to have tomorrow, but you’re out of your usual liquor. You’d been too out of it to make a trip to the liquor store and honestly, leaving the comfort of your apartment was just too difficult for you right now.

You’d grown accustomed to doing everything with him. It could be picking up a bite to eat, grocery shopping, checking the mail…no matter how mundane, you did it together.

And now, you had no other choice but to do it alone.

You pop the cork from the bottle and pour until the glass is filled to the rim. You pick up the glass and make your way to the living room, not caring that it’s spilling over the sides and sure to stain the rug. He’d be so pissed if he saw you right now, but it doesn’t actually matter, does it? He’s not here to see you right now.

As you plop down on the couch, you put your lips to the rim of the glass and tilt the glass up, chugging and chugging and chugging the red liquid until the glass is almost empty. It’s fucking gross, as expected and you wish for a second that it was moscato in the cup. You’d have to work through all of those bottles of reds so you could make room for the wines you liked – sweet, fruity and delicious.

“All that sugar is why you have a hangover today, dumb dumb,” He’d tease. “I’ll grab you an aspirin and we can just stay in today.”

You rub your eyes quickly when you feel the sting of tears threatening to spill. You’d shed enough tears over him. After today, it was time to move forward.

The tall windows of your apartment give you a front row seat to the gloominess outside. The overcast skies and the fat raindrops slamming into your window do little to lighten your mood.

On the cushion next to you, your phone vibrates with a text message. You’d been getting a lot of those today, all of them receiving no response from you.

But it’s Satoru, your best friend…well, his best friend.

Satoru: Please let me know if you need anything. I’m here for you.

You drop your phone back on the cushion. Maybe you’ll respond, maybe you won’t. Right now, you don’t fucking care. You don’t fucking care that you hate this shitty wine you have no choice but to drink, you don’t fucking care that Satoru is trying to be a good friend by supporting you through this, you don’t fucking care that the apartment is full of memories of him, and you don’t fucking care that he left you to do all of this alone.

You don’t care.

You don’t–

The pitter patter of droplets pulls your gaze down to your lap where you see the small circular shadows staining the fabric of your dress. Lifting a hand, you touch your cheek and feel the wet streaks running down your face. Your lip quivers and you quickly set the glass of wine down just as your body follows.

Why? Why did it have to be you left alone to deal with this?

Why couldn’t he just stay?

Why did he have to go?

It wasn’t fair.

The tears keep falling no matter how many times you swipe them away. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of fabric laid across the back of the couch. It’s navy blue with little yellow checker patterns on one side. It was his favorite sweater. You snatch it from its spot on the couch, staring down at it as your shaky hands trace the pattern.

Sniffling, you bring the sweater up to your nose, inhaling the scent greedily, sobbing when the familiar smell assaults your senses.

“Suguru…” you whisper into the cloth, choking back a sob. “Suguru, what am I supposed to do without you? How can I do this without you? I need you here with me.”

In that moment, everything hits you at once.

Your husband is dead. The love of your life is dead. Suguru is dead.

Today, you buried him. You stood next to your husband’s best friend, both of you holding each other’s hands as tight as possible as they lowered him into the dirt; hanging on to the other because if you let go, one of you is going down there with him. You’d buried your best friend, your lover, your everything.

You’d never see him again after this.

Inhaling deeply, you press Suguru’s sweater to your face and let out a piercing wail. You do it over…and over…and over, the smothered sound also drowned out by the thunder and rain outside.

It goes on like this for who knows how long. You keep screaming, crying, begging for Suguru until you curl up on the couch and drift asleep.

..........

Strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you until you can feel a hard, warm body against your back.

You hum contentedly when you feel a kiss to the top of your head.

“Morning, baby,” a raspy, sleepy voice whispers.

“Hi, Sugu,” you groan, stretching as much as you can as he squeezes you tighter.

You peek at the window and see the sun is barely beginning to rise, the sky all shades of pinks and yellows and oranges.

“You’re up so early,” you tell him and he snuggles even closer, kissing along your bare shoulder. He loosens his hold on you, sliding a hand down your waist, over your hip, to your thigh where he squeezes the soft flesh. He quietly moans into your ear, his hips rolling forward to press against your ass and you can feel the way his cock hardens against you.

“You know I have an early day at work. I couldn’t wait for you to get up,” he brings his mouth up to your ear and runs his tongue along the shell. “I want you so bad right now.”

“Ugh, it’s so early, babe,” you let out a whine that quickly turns into a moan when you feel Suguru slip his hands under the waistband of your shorts, his fingers going straight to your clit.

“Please,” he groans, pressing himself against your ass insistently.

You spread your legs for him, and his fingers press against the sensitive bud, rubbing tight circles. Any drowsiness you previously felt is gone when his fingers circle just right and a lightning bolt of pleasure shoots straight up your spine.

“Ah- fuck, Sugu. Right there,” you sigh, your hand finding Suguru’s wrist and holding tight.

“You like that, baby?”

You nod, moaning once more when Suguru rolls his hips against your ass again and again.

He grunts behind you. “Fuck, baby,” he grinds against you again. “Gonna get you nice and wet for me. Need you to take my cock so fucking good like you always do, okay?”

You nod again, your breathing picking up as Suguru works your clit with his fingers. You can feel your slick pooling in Suguru’s hand, his motions becoming messier, more slippery.Suguru presses his lips to the side of your head, hips rolling against your ass faster and harder, his breaths coming rapidly as his digits continue to rub your clit.

“Soooo fucking wet already,” he breathes against you. “You’re so ready for me. You want this dick, baby?”

You nod, unable to speak as the sensation of your orgasm builds and builds. Suguru chuckles against you.

“Use your words, love.”

“Yes, Suguru. I want it. I need it.”

It’s all he needs to hear. He stops playing with your clit and you’re grateful for the break so you can catch your breath. But he doesn’t give you much time. With his free hand, he tugs your shorts off, then reaches into his own shorts and pulls his cock out with a groan.

“Shit,” he mutters, pressing his throbbing erection against your ass. It’s so fucking hot, burning against you the second it touches your skin. The tip is sticky with his dripping precum and it’s so fucking sexy, you can’t help the whimper that leaves your lips when you feel his bare skin against yours.

Suguru’s free hand comes up to your face, cupping your cheek and turning your head to him so he can crush his lips into yours. He nips at your bottom lip, pressing himself against you harder when you gasp into his mouth. He holds you there, kissing you, your lips fitting together perfectly the way they always have.

He finally lets you go, breaking the kiss and bringing his hand back down to your thigh to lift your leg.

“Keep your leg up for me,” he says and you do as you're told, ignoring how your leg shakes in anticipation.

Suguru reaches down, gripping his length in his hand and bringing it down to sit right at the entrance of your aching pussy. He rubs himself through your wet folds before smacking his cock against your clit, making you jump right before you let out a loud moan.

“Suguru, stop teasing,” you whine and he listens, chuckling as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

“So needy,” he chides, pushing into you with a moan. “So – ngh – fucking tight. So fucking wet.”

Your back arches, Suguru kissing down the side of your head, your neck, your shoulder as he slowly slides into you. When your ass meets his hips, he grits out a raspy “fuuuuuck” into your ear. He fills you so deliciously, so completely. He moans as he presses as deep into you as he can, a shudder wracking through his body as your walls squeeze down on him.

Suguru’s free hand grabs onto your hip, holding tight as he wastes no time fucking into you at a relentless pace.

“I’ve been waiting for hours for you to get up. I can’t wait to fuck this pretty little pussy anymore,” he grunts, into the crook of your neck.

The lewd smacking sounds of your ass meeting his hips fills the room. The bed shakes and creaks with every thrust of Suguru’s hips. He hooks his hand underneath your thigh, lifting your leg higher, spreading you open wider for him.

His balls slap hard against your clit and you keen into the darkness of your bedroom, feeling the hot coil in your belly tighten when Suguru’s arm around your waist pulls you even closer to him.

“I love you, baby. I never wanna leave this pussy,” Suguru rambles as he pounds into you. “I never wanna leave you.”

“I love you, Suguru. I love you so fucking much,” you whimper, your walls beginning to flutter as Suguru whispers his sweet words to you.

“You’re my everything,” he breathes into your ear. “My one and only. The love of my life. I fucking love you.”

You’re panting, your hands balling into fists as you grip onto the sheets while Suguru keeps up his brutal pace. You feel your walls begin to flutter around Suguru’s cock and he knows it because he kisses your head, whispering a raspy “cum for me” into your ear.

You lean forward, hiding your face in the mattress as your orgasm rips through you. You’re screaming Suguru’s name into the sheets Suguru presses his face into the crook of your neck from behind and thrusts himself into you one, two, three times before his own release has his hips stuttering, grunting as he paints your walls white with his cum.

“I fucking love you, baby. I love you. I love you,” Suguru whines against you, thrusting slowly in and out of you.

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. You clear your throat and try again, but there’s no sound. You turn around to look at Suguru only to find yourself in the center of a cold room surrounded by metal walls.

It feels familiar, like you’ve been there before, but you can’t quite place your finger on it. The walls are covered in what you can only describe as refrigerator-like doors.

“Mrs. Geto?” A woman’s voice calls out to you. “Mrs. Geto.”

You shake your head, turning to see a beautiful brunette woman standing before you. She’s clearly a doctor, her white coat being the dead giveaway. She looks tired and overworked and you can just barely smell the stench of cigarettes wafting off of her over the smell of…you really can’t tell…in the room.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You ask the doctor.

“I said I’m Dr. Ieiri. I’ll be assisting you with identification this evening.”

You notice then you’re standing in a pair of Suguru’s sweatpants and his sweater, arms wrapped tight around your body. It’s so fucking cold in this room.

“Identification…right.”

“I’ll pull back the sheet and if you can take a look and let me know, we can make this process quick for you.”

You nod only now seeing the metal table in front of you. There’s a large mass on it, almost like a giant doll covered with a thin white sheet. You wonder momentarily why you’re here.

Then Dr. Ieiri pulls the sheet back and you see him, lying on the table peacefully, almost as if he’s asleep.

You snort, a laugh bubbling up in your chest and bursting from your mouth before you can stop it…Because this has to be a joke, right? It can’t be real. Your husband was just being silly.

“Suguru, get up. You’re so stupid,” you laugh as you move closer to the table.

He doesn’t move.

“Get up, Suguru. Let’s go home.”

He doesn’t move.

Your eyes roam over his face, drinking in his perfectly unblemished skin, his chocolate hair spilled around his shoulders, his lips –usually pink – now a dull gray.

“Suguru,” you whisper, pleading, “ Suguru, get up.”

He doesn’t move.

“Suguru–”

“Mrs. Geto–”

“Shut up!" You screech.

“Suguru, this is not fucking funny. GET UP!” You scream, voice echoing through the room that now feels ten degrees colder. You want to shake him, slap him, anything to make this cruel joke stop.

Your body shakes, your head is pounding as you wait for Suguru to sit up, kiss you and tell you he’s sorry for being so mean.

He doesn’t move.

The door to the morgue flies open and you hear a shaky “oh my god. Suguru” behind you, but your eyes are glued to your husband’s body lying on the table.

He’s sleeping. You’re convinced he’s sleeping. You just saw him this morning. You know what he looks like when he’s asleep. You try to convince yourself he’s simply napping, though as each second ticks by, the color seems to drain from him.

The voice behind you calls your name. It’s Satoru. He puts a hand on your shoulder, shaking you out of your thoughts. You look up at him, his cheeks blotchy and red, eyes bloodshot. He tells you he’s sorry, though you’re not sure what for. Then he pulls you into a tight hug, holding you for dear life as his body is wracked with sobs.

You wrap your arms around Satoru, patting his back as you turn your head to look back at Suguru, still lying motionless on the table.

The doctor steps forward, grabbing the sheet and covering him again.

“Satoru, what’s going on? Is this some kind of sick prank you and Suguru are pulling?” You ask quietly.

He pulls back, sniffling loudly. His expression is that of shock, looking at you as if you’d lost your mind. “What? We would never do something like this to you,” he assures you. He chokes back a sob as he says your name. “We’ll get through this.”

“Get through what?”

Satoru pulls you back into his arms. “Suguru’s dea–”

..........

You jolt awake with a loud gasp, shooting up on the couch. It’s morning now and the rain still hasn’t subsided. It beats hard against your windows as you observe your surroundings.

You’re home, you’re safe, and you’re still alone.

You’ve been reliving the day Suguru died since you received the call to identify his body. Ever since then, you dread going to sleep. It’s why you drink until you blackout – to decrease the chances of having to experience that day all over again. It’s a never-ending nightmare.

You slip Suguru’s sweater on, ignoring the way the motion makes your head pound, and you head to the kitchen. The headache has become a normal part of your everyday routine. Usually, you were wasted when you went to bed, waking up with a hangover the next day. At this point, the headache was the only thing keeping you company everyday. The only thing greeting you every morning.

As you make your way to the kitchen, you can already smell the coffee. You’re grateful, but you hate yourself a little for never thanking Suguru for setting up the auto brew feature on the coffee machine for you. Reaching into the cabinet, you grab a mug and pour yourself a cup to drink, sighing when the caffeine kicks in and helps to alleviate a bit of the pain in your head.

There’s not much on your schedule today. You’ve taken bereavement leave from work and you’re avidly avoiding your friends and family. You don’t plan on leaving your apartment today due to the rain, not that you’d leave if the weather was perfect. So it’s just you, something you’ll need to get used to. Because you don’t have a choice in the matter anymore.

You sip your coffee again, opting to skip out on making breakfast and grabbing a shower instead. Maybe washing away yesterday’s sadness will make you feel better about today’s sadness that has yet to set in.

As you exit the kitchen to go to your bedroom, you hear a soft knock at your door. You want to ignore it. It’s probably another flower delivery that you don’t want. You’re about to resume your trip to the bathroom when another knock comes from the door. This time, there’s a nagging feeling that you should answer it. So you head to the front door and unlock it, ignoring the way your stomach tightens for some reason. Maybe the hangover nausea is setting in? Or maybe it’s the coffee you nervously sip as you reach for the doorknob.

You turn the knob in your hand and pull the door open slowly. It’s only when the door is nearly open that you wonder why the hell you didn’t just look through the peephole. But then you would think your mind was playing tricks on you...The same way you think it’s playing tricks on you when the door fully opens and you see none other than your dead husband standing in the doorway, smiling down at you.

The mug of coffee in your hand shatters as it hits the floor, the hot liquid splashing across your feet. You can’t even register the pain, your mind damn near shutting down in shock.

He’s standing before you, tall and handsome like you remember him being. His long black hair is tied in his signature half up, half down hairstyle. He’s grinning that catlike grin you were so familiar with, the same one that made you fall in love with him. Suguru looks…like Suguru. Except there’s something new – a long, thin line of stitches across his forehead, right underneath his hairline.

He opens his mouth to speak and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“Hi baby,” he purrs. His eyes slowly roam down your body, drinking you in from top to bottom. “That sweater looks good on you.”

TAGS: @Sacvh @suguju @pink4lili @watyousayin @nothisispatrick300

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Hi, I hope you are doing well. Can I ask for a, how would Charlie, Alastor, Angel dust, Husk, and Valentino react to finding out that their S/O is strong as an Overlord and can controll plants like DC Poison ivy. When their s/o is on the battlefield defending the hotel/ or protecting the ones they love, they are very elegant, light on their feet, fast, and strong. But when they aren't on the battlefield protecting the people they love their very clumsy/a Klutz.

Headcanons Poison Ivy

🌈 Charlie Morningstar x Reader 🎶

From the very first day of your acquaintance, Charlie was sure that you were kind, albeit clumsy. Your hotel room was like a lush garden. It was full of all kinds of plants that you took care of. Every time you asked Charlie to help you carry pots with plants, knowing that you could drop them. However, your connection with plants was much deeper than she could have guessed

When several hooligans decided to break into the hotel and vandalize it, you defended the hotel. That's when Charlie saw that you knew how to control plants. During the fight, you were much more agile and graceful than in normal life. It wasn't difficult for you to deal with the hooligans and make them run away in fear. After that, you hurried to check if Charlie was okay, worrying about her, but becoming clumsy again

You were much stronger than many might have guessed, but you weren't interested in power. You preferred to spend time with your plants and with Charlie. She looked with interest at how you easily handled plants even in everyday life, helping them to grow and blossom better. Charlie has always been happy to help you take care of the plants

When you decided to restore the old greenhouse that was part of the hotel Charlie was delighted. She was ready to help you if necessary, for which you were grateful to her. She was glad to see how, thanks to your skillful hands, the greenhouse began to come to life again, although she understood that you could use the plants for much more aggressive purposes if the need arose

🕷 Angel Dust x Reader 💖

You met Angel at the hotel. You were one of the hotel employees and took care of the plants in the greenhouse. At first, he didn't know about it, having no idea where you disappear for so much time until one day he found a greenhouse. There he saw you. He knew that you were clumsy and could often trip or drop something, but when it came to plants, you were much more caring and careful. Angel began to visit the greenhouse often, spending time with you there and watching how you take care of the plants

Angel was not as interesting to hear about plants as just listening to your voice. Several times he went to the store with you when you wanted to buy something for the greenhouse and it was during one of these trips that you were attacked. The target of the attackers was Angel and it made you very angry. You rushed to protect him. For the first time Angel saw you so graceful and agile and also saw how you were able to take plants under control. Your strength was not inferior to the strength that the overlords possessed

Angel was genuinely surprised by your strength and when you returned to the hotel he asked you about it. You admitted that you were really quite strong, but you weren't interested in fighting for power. You wanted a quiet and peaceful life, so you decided to help Charlie with her hotel. You've always loved plants and in Hell you got a lot of control over them, even though you tried to rarely use your powers

Angel loved watching you manage the plants. He joked about it a few times, but you always treated his jokes with understanding. Several times you showed him blooming flowers and it seemed very nice to him. He appreciated that you showed him in this way that you cared about him, as well as the fact that you were ready to protect him like a superhero

📻 Alastor x Reader 🎙

You met Alastor before you decided to help at the hotel. He knew you as a strong but clumsy person who loved plants very much. He knew that you were no weaker than him, maybe even stronger, and he knew that you were clumsy only in everyday life. That's why when he decided to help Charlie at her hotel, he invited you to participate in it too

You tried your best to be helpful and Alastor often spent time with you. He liked to watch how you take care of the plants and with what care you treat them. However, when the hooligans came to the hotel, you stood up for the hotel. Alastor watched with pleasure how you easily and gracefully dealt with enemies, easily controlling plants. Alastor was someone who was well aware of your abilities so he watched it as a beautiful performance

Alastor has known about your abilities for quite some time. He remembered how angry you were at the demons who spoke rudely about him. You couldn't control your anger and attacked the abuser. That's when Alastor found out about your powers. He thought that your powers were wonderful and often told you about it

He understood that others were surprised that you were so strong, but Alastor remained calm. He didn't change his opinion of you when he first saw your abilities, and he wasn't going to change it this time either. He thought your abilities were wonderful and liked to remind you of it, putting you in an awkward position

🃏 Husk x Reader 🥃

You and Husk have known each other for a long time and he knew perfectly well that you were strong, which is why he was not surprised when he found out that Alastor decided to involve you in the idea of a hotel. However, you didn't mind it, especially after you found out that the hotel has a greenhouse. This became your main duty and you were happy to fulfill it, sometimes visiting Husk at his bar

Few of the hotel's residents knew that you were much stronger than you seemed at first glance. That's why he wasn't surprised when he saw how you protected the hotel from robbers. He knew perfectly well that if you wanted to, you could become one of the overlords, but you weren't interested, because it would add much more problems to you than it might seem from the outside

Sometimes Husk came to your greenhouse, watching how you easily handled the plants, bringing the greenhouse into proper shape. He wasn't interested in plants, but he came to see you. You could not even talk, but just be in the same room, but that was enough for both of you. You were often both busy and you didn't always have time to talk

Husk rarely said compliments, but he really thought your abilities were great. You often used them not for battles but to improve the greenhouse. You tried your best even though you were pretty clumsy at everything except fighting

💞 Valentino x Reader 🚬

Valentino often visited you. He knew how much you loved plants and that your apartment was more like a garden than an apartment. He often visited you and saw how you managed the plants with light movements, helping them grow better. He also knew that you were pretty clumsy. He often caught you when you almost fell and caught things that you almost dropped. He thought you were cute and was sure that the plants were perfect for you

Sometimes he took you with him to one of his clubs. Usually your time there was calm, but sometimes there were those who tried to attack Valentino. Every time this happened, you were very angry. At such moments, you became much more agile and graceful than in everyday life. Valentino loved watching you fight. It fascinated him and brought a smile to his lips

He often complimented you after you participated in battles. It confused you and quickly brought you back to your normal state and you started stumbling again. It seemed nice to him and he usually hugged you and hugged you, not letting you accidentally get hurt

Valentino knew that you didn't like using plants during battles, but he considered it part of your charm and often told you about it. Even if the stems of plants broke the floors in his club and knocked over furniture, he was not angry. All his attention was focused on you at that moment

#Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Hotel x Reader #Hazbin Hotel headcanons #Charlie Morningstar #Charlie Morningstar x Reader #Angel Dust #Angel Dust x Reader #Alastor #Alastor x Reader #Husk #Husk x Reader #Valentino #Valentino x Reader

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Let's write about killers, serial killers, habitual murderers and getting away with crime! In order to write about these experienced ones, of course, we need to know how to COVER UP A MURDER:

01. Getting Rid of Evidence ☾🩸

Do not leave any DNA behind: Choose a place where there's going to be a lot of other people's DNA from strangers.

Oxygen bleach: These detergents are the best for removing blood stains.

Wear proper gear: goggles, latex gloves, covered shoes

Don't take anything from the body

Clean up.

Leave the body alone: don't touch or move it! It could have just been an accident...right?

Hide the victim's identity also is possible. Set fire to the whole scene.

02. Location/Target 🏠

Be random: A larger number of crimes are committed by someone known/close to the victim. The police will have a significantly harder time if your victim is COMPLETELY A STRANGER TO YOU.

Pick the soically weak: Prostitutes, illegal immigrants, etc. tend to be reluctant to go to the police.

Commit the crime in another city.

Leave the police's mean area of interest - but don't travel so far that they'll start to get suspicious of you intentionally leaving.

Choose a place without a lot of traffic.

Don't travel too long before the crime - you may get tired

03. Type of Crime 🔪

Consider the timing. Night or day? What's the best in this situation?

Shooting? Stabbing?

Poison? Burning? Crucification?

Bomb? Stricking? Fire?

Using your hands vs. A weapon?

04. Timing ⏰

Look like you are not out of place on the street

The best time to commit a crie is in the very early hours of the day when most poeple are asleep.

05. Tools 🔧

Thick gloves are a must

Buy tools at least 1 month before committing the crime

Pay in cash

Destroy any receipts or shopping bag

After the crime is committd, destroy everything you bought as quickly as you can.

Don't buy any brands you typically use, unless they are very generic.

Stagger your purchases - no bulk buying

Shop out of town in large department stores.

06. Alibi 📄

Plan an out of town trip and book everything with your credit car

Stay in a hotel with no cameras.

Return home as normal the next day

07. The Getaway 🚗

The best mode of transport is by bike. Travel quickly without being tracked.

Don't be seen walking on the street nearby

08. The Aftermath🏃

Continue about your everyday ife.

No emotional display: Police look for behavioral evidence like anger, sexuality, lust, insecurity, etc.

Don't talk - no braggin, no drunk crime talk.

Don't watch the television or any kind of media for at least a month. The police can use these as tools to psych you out.

If you get arrested, do not speak. No one knows better than you.

If you like my blog, buy me a coffee! ☕

🖱️References

https://www.top-criminal-justice-schools.net/murder/

https://www.theguardian.com/how-to-solve-a-murder-a-detectives-dilemma/ng-interactive/2017/apr/14/coverups-crime-evidence-dna-criminal-justice

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sunflowergirl522 · 2 years

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Strawberry Mentos

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Eddie both know you found the one. (Based on the song Strawberry Mentos)

Word Count: 867

Eddie Masterlist

You haven’t been dating Eddie Munson for very long, just a few months now, but you knew he was the one for you. And he knew the same thing about you. It didn’t take the two of you very long to fall for each other either.

You were new to Hawkins at the end of your junior year and his second year as a senior. You met Eddie after bumping into each other in the hall. You had been rushing to class because you had gotten all turned around and Eddie was heading to the back door to go smoke. You dropped all of your notebooks and immediately started to apologize for it. He had just told you not to worry about it and he was equally to blame while bending down to help you gather your things.

“Eddie Munson, town freak.” He had said holding his hand out.

“Y/n Y/l/n, you don’t seem very freak like.” You shook his hand before rushing off hoping to get to class on time. And come lunchtime that day Eddie was still the only person you knew the name of so you sat with him and his club. You’ve sat with them everyday since.

Eddie was just so sweet that you couldn’t help but fall for him. And he very quickly into your friendship became absolutely smitten with you. With how kind you were to him and the guys, how you didn’t judge them, him, the way the rest of the town did, and how supportive you were of the band and his dreams how could he not be. You were the first person who wasn’t just a lost sheep to really try to get to know him. And it helped that you and Wayne got along really well.

When he finally got the nerve to ask you out a couple months into your senior year how could you say no? This was the same Eddie who would try to take care of you when you were sick, who lets you play your music in the van even if it’s a day you want to listen to something poppy, and who always lets you sit in on Hellfire meetings even though you don’t play because you enjoy watching it more.

Eddie knew you were the one for him when you punched one of the basketball players for shoving Dustin in the hall. You had been talking to Eddie at your locker at the end of the school day waiting for Dustin because Eddie was gonna give him a ride home. Dustin had been on his way down the hall waving when the two of you looked over to him when the trio of basketball players noticed him and one decided he’d be an easy target. You wasted no time in handing your books to Eddie before storming up to him and swinging. It was a little jarring to see because he had never seen you get violent before, you were normally so sweet and kind that Eddie didn’t even know you could.

It wasn’t long after that that Eddie started buying packs of your favorite candy every time he went to the store. He was stocking up on strawberry mentos so you’d always have some around but also so that when he’d kiss you it would taste like them. And when you tasted strawberry mentos that first time you knew he was the one.

“I’m gonna have to start taking weekly trips to my dentist if you keep doing this, Eds. You and your kisses are just so sweet that my teeth are gonna fall out and I’ll get cavities in every single one.” You joked to him after he once again tasted like them.

“Well then I better make it worth it huh?” He chuckled before pulling you back to him for some more.

You’ve been searching for someone like him your whole life so to return the favor you started buying banana runts in every candy aisle. You hated the taste of them after you eat a couple and you’ll never understand how Eddie would go through bags at a time. They don’t even taste like bananas after you eat so many. But you know that when you kiss him this time it’ll make him smile as much as you do each time you taste strawberry mentos.

“Have you been sneaking into my runt stash?” Eddie asks with a smile while looking up at you in your spot on his lap.

“Maybe I went out and made my own stash.” You shrug, smiling back at him.

“You don’t even like them.”

“You do though, wanted to taste like your favorite candy for once.” You speak through the little pecks you’re giving him.

“I never knew that love could be soft or that it could be light till you. And now I’m so helplessly sugar high on you. I don’t think you’re ever going to be able to get rid of me now Sweetheart.” Eddie cradles your face so he can look you in the eyes while he speaks.

“Well then it’s a good thing when I tasted strawberry mentos I knew you were the one.”

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Everything Taglist: @munsonsmuse @starbxcks @bubsonnobx @practicalghost

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berryunho · 1 year

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THE ANSWER: XXII

Kim Hongjoong doesn’t like the word ‘cult.’ He prefers ‘sect.’ pairing: ateez x fem reader genre: cult au, thriller, angst check warnings on AO3

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The two days of notice that San gave you before the trip into town pass in the blink of an eye. You spent a lot of your time helping San go over the request lists, trying to sort out what was feasible for the trip that they had planned and what wasn’t.

You, obviously, had never been around the nearest town. You had driven through it to get here, sure, but you hardly had the thought to stop and take a look around. You had been focused on exactly one thing at the time, and that had been Mingi.

According to San, the ‘town’ isn’t really a town at all. In the government’s eyes, it’s an ‘unincorporated territory,’ which, apparently, so is the land that the farm sits on. Thus, the town doesn’t even have a real name. It’s just… town. And the town did not have all of the fancy amenities that a real town would have. Just a few mom-and-pop type stores and trade workshops.

For more niche products, the group would have to go further away, to the nearest real civilization. But the group going out today has no plans to go any farther than ‘town,’ and thus you had spent a lot of time asking San the sort of things that they could get, in order to help with the request lists (which were much lengthier than you had expected them to be).

Basically, they could get their hands on most everyday products, with a few minor exceptions. There’s a grocery store, a general store, a liquor store (of course), a mechanic that doubled as a supply store and a bar, and… that’s it. The town doesn’t serve many patrons, this general area (clearly) being quite unpopulated. San explained that, while the group owns the land for miles surrounding the main complex, the nearest neighbors are all farmers, and the same goes for miles beyond even them.

So, all of that is really just to say that town is small. And that the resources are limited. So quite a few of the requests were easy enough to completely rule out on your own (you figured the likelihood of one of those stores carrying the Miyabi knives Wooyoung had requested to be very small). By the end of the lists, you felt that you had a pretty good grasp on the types of things available in town.

Which could come in handy, eventually.

If anything, at least you know now that there are, in fact, living people that aren’t cult members somewhere in your vicinity. Maybe not your running vicinity… but still nearby enough to give you a small sense of hope.

If these people are normal, or as normal as a bunch of people that live in the middle of nowhere can be, they must be able to see that something is weird with the commune people. Perhaps the biggest red flag being the whole living on a commune thing. And they aren’t exactly subtle with the religion part, either, with the pins and medallions and everything.

And Hongjoong is an entirely separate type of weird. The type of weird that you can understand just from him looking at you. So, if anything, they must know something is off with him, at least. And, luckily for you (unluckily for town, you suppose), Hongjoong is joining this particular expedition into town.

You can’t imagine that the townspeople like the culties too much. Especially not their obvious leader.

Maybe, just maybe, they’ll act upon their suspicions.

You won’t count on it, as any hope that someone from the outside world could save you had dwindled away a long time ago. But it’s a nice thought, at least, that you’re not alone in your hatred of Hongjoong. And that that hatred could inspire something in other people that have the ability to do something.

Anyways, it’s probably not worth dwelling on.

You return to your senses, taking in the scene around you.

It’s early morning, so early that Hongjoong had canceled his morning service. The sun is hardly above the horizon, though it’s bright enough that you have to squint as you stand outside with the majority of the other followers. There’s hustle and bustle as the chosen few going into town shuffle about, confirming plans and saying their goodbyes.

You stand with your hands shoved in the pockets of a jacket that San insisted you wear. You hadn’t thought that you would need it, and you wouldn’t admit it, but he was right. Your fingers are so cold that you almost want gloves, and don’t even get started on your ears. Since when is the fall so… brisk?

Looking at the positives of the current moment, however, you’re able to forget about how cold you are. You’re alone. For the first time in what must be over a week now.

By ‘alone,’ you’re not truly alone, but as close as you’ve gotten since your punishment was doled out. There’s people all around you, and you definitely wouldn’t get far if you tried to run, but the three men that have plagued your existence are more than ten feet from you for the first time in forever.

So you try and appreciate the moment while you have it. Though you’re getting rid of Hongjoong for the day… your alternative isn’t much better. Since San has to go as well, you’re being left with Seonghwa.

You glance around, trying to find Seonghwa’s form in the blinding light of the rising sun. He’s not too hard to find, glued to Hongjoong’s hip as usual. The two are talking, though you couldn’t fathom to guess what about. It seems like a pretty normal conversation from your view.

But oh how you had pleaded with San to try and convince Hongjoong to leave you with someone else. Literally one of the least pleasant things you could imagine would be being forced to spend an entire day of your life with Seonghwa, a man who is outspoken about his dislike for you, and yet your pleading went nowhere. San assured you that he had asked Hongjoong, but Hongjoong was adamant that you be left with Seonghwa and no one else.

Even though you wouldn’t be surprised to discover that he has the desire, at least this is a sign that Hongjoong trusts Seonghwa enough to not kill you. That’s promising, right?

You look around further in an attempt to spot San. It’s a bit… weird to not be with him, you must admit to yourself. You wouldn’t say you miss him, but… it’s disconcerting for him to be out of your range of vision. You stay planted in one spot, turning around to look for him in the crowds of people awaiting the send off.

No luck. He must have snuck back inside, because he’s definitely nowhere to be seen out in the yard.

It’s not hard to find another certain someone, however.

Mingi’s hair is as bright as ever (you wonder in the back of your mind if he had requested more hair dye), and his height certainly sticks out as well. He’s not going into town, you know that for sure, but he socializes with the others as if he is. He floats between groups of people, smiling and laughing and being happy and amazing and sweet… haha. You watch him go to the next group, clapping Yunho on the back as he sneaks up behind him.

For some reason, Yunho had been invited to join the party in to town. Whatever makes him eligible for the privilege, you have no idea, but you thought it better to not ask.

A feverish hand lands on your shoulder and you startle, turning to face its owner despite already having a clear idea of who it is.

Hongjoong is already smiling as you face him, his hand not moving from your shoulder even once you’re fully turned around. His touch is as burning as ever. You slightly jerk your shoulder in an attempt to shake his grasp, but it doesn’t work.

“It’s a lovely morning, (Y/n).” Hongjoong greets you, and you now notice Seonghwa looming over his shoulder.

You nod your head, though more out of wanting to placate him than actually agree.

Hongjoong finally drops his hand, folding his arms over his chest. He glances back at Seonghwa, tilting his head so as to direct him to your side. “As you know, Seonghwa will be watching you while San is gone.” (Seonghwa acts like he practically has to drag himself to stand at your side as Hongjoong says this.) “And I wanted to share with you some of my expectations for your behavior.”

Jesus. You exercise some serious self control to keep yourself from rolling your eyes or groaning. You keep what you hope is a neutral expression.

“These rules go for both of you.” Hongjoong looks between yourself and Seonghwa. Seonghwa doesn’t stop himself from sighing a deep, clearly annoyed sigh. “Most importantly, behave.”

What the hell does that mean? Behave. Seriously?

“The two of you seem to bring out the worst in each other. Change it. Or simply leave each other completely alone, I don’t care.” Hongjoong’s eyes dance between the two of you, and it’s clear that this is a message to be shared equally. “No fighting. No being rude for the sake of being rude.”

Seonghwa sighs again.

Hongjoong doubles down on him, pointing at the center of Seonghwa’s chest. “No hands will be laid on (Y/n),” he glances at you, his tone dropping. “And none on Seonghwa, either.”

You furrow your brows. Had you ever laid hands on anyone here? Well, okay, maybe you threw some clothes at Seonghwa and maybe you tried to, like, kick him a little bit, but that was all perfectly justified. Whatever Hongjoong says, you have the right to at least defend yourself if you need to. Sometimes preemptive defense is… necessary…

“What can we do?” Seonghwa asks in a tone that you never thought you would hear him use with Hongjoong. You’re so shocked that you even look back at him, though he doesn’t so much as flick his eyes downward at you.

Hongjoong smiles as you turn back to face him, apparently thinking up some wondrous ideas. “Get to know each other? Kindly?” He sounds sarcastic.

You don’t know about Seonghwa, but you shake your head at his suggestion.

Hongjoong shrugs his shoulders, his hands dropping back to his sides. “Fine, keep hating each other.” His tone shifts. “But I mean it. Get along, both of you, or there will be punishments. I won’t say everything that needs to be said, because I know both of you to be competent adults capable of being around people you don’t get along with. So, simply put, behave.”

He puts a hand on your shoulder and a hand on Seonghwa’s, pushing the two of you together until your arms bump together. “It would make me so happy if you two just got along.”

You don’t know about Seonghwa, but you couldn’t care less about what would make Hongjoong happy. Instead, you’re focused on the feeling of his palm on your shoulder again, his touch so burning hot that its confusing. How is it possible for someone’s hands to be so hot? If anything, shouldn’t they be cold?

His hand falls away as three vehicles pull up from… fuck. You have no idea where they came from. Why hadn’t you been paying closer attention? Was distracting you the only thing that Hongjoong had in mind with that little conversation? Fuck.

You realize why you hadn’t been able to spot San earlier, then, as you find him in the driver’s seat of one of the cars that had pulled up. Not just any car, either. Your car.

Your jaw drops, if only for a few seconds before you pull it together. What the fuck, man? This is, like, some new level of unnecessary. Your car? Seriously? With San driving?

Trying to not show how bothered you are, you approach your car, bending slightly to peer into the open driver’s side window. “Nice ride.” The words fall flat out of your mouth.

San gives you that awkward, sideways smile he presents when he’s sorry that he can’t help you. “I’m sorry, (Y/n).” He sounds genuine in his apology, his tone a bit rough.

You cross your arms, staring into your car. It’s just as you had left it, plus a few things that San is bringing with him. “Be careful driving, the airbags are all out.” You point at the flashing light on the dash. That light was courtesy of Mingi driving you into just about the biggest pothole you had ever seen in your life. The airbags didn’t deploy, but the light immediately came on and never turned back off.

“So that’s what the flashing depiction of an airbag means, I never would’ve guessed!” He gives you a full smile. “Thank you, (Y/n).” He drops his voice. “I really am sorry.”

You hit his shoulder playfully, a smile of your own forming across your face. “Don’t be a jerk.” Your smile turns bittersweet as you drop your own voice. “But it’s not your fault.” You peek into the back seat, jokingly pointing at the floor. “You’re sure I can’t just hop in?”

San inhales sharply, shaking his head along with your joke. “I think Hongjoong might notice, somehow?”

“Darn…” You straighten yourself back up, taking a few steps back in order to still see San clearly. “Uh, be safe?”

He smiles again, nodding. “I will, and you do the same. Remember what I said about Seonghwa. Just ignore him, and the day will be fine.”

You sigh, putting your hands in your pockets once more. “I’ll try.”

As if on queue, you turn away from San to be greeted by the appearance of Hongjoong and Seonghwa himself.

“Ready to head out?” Hongjoong asks San, bending in a similar fashion to how you had. San agrees, nodding his head. “Well,” Hongjoong turns his attention back to you and Seonghwa. “I’ll leave you two here, then. Remember what I told you.”

He takes a step closer to you, replacing his hand on your shoulder once more. “And remember, (Y/n), that Seonghwa is in charge when I’m gone. He holds my authority.” He drops his hand from you, moving it over to Seonghwa. “And Seonghwa, do well to remember not to abuse it.” There’s clearly a threat in how he addressed both of you.

Seonghwa takes a step closer to Hongjoong, gently grabbing his upper arm, pulling his hand off of you. You step backward, happy to be out of Hongjoong’s reach. “You worry too much,” Seonghwa trails his hand down Hongjoong’s arm, grabbing his hand. He steps closer to Hongjoong, leaving little space between them.

You frown, not enjoying being forced to witness… whatever this is.

Seonghwa lowers his voice, but you can still hear him. “Can we say goodbye privately?” It’s strange to hear Seonghwa say something so… genuine.

You have half the mind to turn around, just to grant Seonghwa’s request if Hongjoong won’t. Unfortunately, the scene unfolds before you can.

“That’s not necessary, Seonghwa.” Hongjoong’s face is blank as he looks up at Seonghwa.

Seonghwa sighs, but doesn’t argue. To your shock (perhaps horror?), Seonghwa dips his face toward Hongjoong, aiming to kiss him. Aiming. And failing.

Hongjoong turns his face as Seonghwa gets close, his eyes locking with yours. You manage to keep yourself from gasping, though the awkwardness of what just happened has you embarrassed. Hongjoong shakes his hand from Seonghwa’s, lifting it to rest on his chest. He pushes him gently backwards, finally turning his eyes back toward Seonghwa’s face. “Goodbye, Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa scoffs, loud enough for you to hear. He turns from Hongjoong, his sight setting on you. If Seonghwa wasn't such an asshole, you might feel bad seeing the way his eyes sparkle between his furious blinks.

You look back to Hongjoong, wondering just what the fuck he thinks he's doing. If he wants you and Seonghwa to get along so badly, pissing Seonghwa off right before leaving the two of you alone probably isn't the best idea. Just a thought. Hongjoong's expression is as blank as it was when he addressed Seonghwa. He doesn't even give you a smile when he notices your gaze, simply nodding once in goodbye.

Seonghwa makes a show of storming toward you. His boots kick up the dirt driveway in his wake, sending clouds of dust up behind him. As he passes, he doesn't grab your arm as you would've expected.

"Let's go, princess." His voice is thick, deeper than normal as he commands you to follow him.

He doesn't stop for you. You shove your hands back into your pockets, holding your jacket down to your body as you jog to catch up with him.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

Seonghwa leads the way back inside, taking you to his apartment. He doesn’t speak to you, opting instead to mumble under his breath just quietly enough that you can’t decipher his exact words. You can’t decide if he does it to purposely annoy you, or if he’s genuinely so pissed that he’s mumbling to himself.

Hopefully the former. Spending the day with a pissed off Seonghwa… You shudder at the thought. He’s hard enough to deal with when he’s in a good mood.

When you reach the door of his apartment, he digs angrily into one of his front pockets, fishing out a key and unlocking the door with surprising force. He shoves the door open, making it bounce off of the door stop as he passes through the doorway.

You follow him, a bit hesitant. He continues into the living space, not giving even a single glance back to you. You shut the door behind you, taking a few moments to take in Seonghwa’s quarters.

His apartment is laid out quite similarly to Hongjoong’s and you own, with (you assume) the same features. The kitchen and living room are connected, with a single door leading to the bedroom and bathroom.

There’s something off, though. And it’s hard to put your finger on it at first. Seonghwa points it out to you before you can dwell on the matter for too long.

“I don’t spend much time here, obviously. You won’t find anything if you snoop around, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

That’s exactly it. The entire living space that you can see is… devoid of any signs of living. No personal effects or misaligned furniture or clothes on the floor or… anything. It’s like the model unit that they show during tours, except somehow even plainer and more depressing.

You walk further inside, looking around in an obvious manner. “Don’t you have any stuff?”

Seonghwa folds his arms, rolling his eyes. “Yes, and it’s all in Hongjoong’s apartment.” He states this as if it has to be the most obvious thing in the world.

Sitting down on his couch (that is indistinguishable from your own), you fold your arms in turn. “Really? You remember that I’ve been there, right?” You match his energy, even though it’s probably not the best idea to provoke him further.

Seonghwa squints at you, tilting his head as he moves to sit on the chair next to the couch. “What makes you think you’ve seen all there is to see?”

Fuck. You know that you really shouldn’t be making him more angry, but it’s just so tempting. You try for a good, solid second to restrain yourself. But then you give in. “I’ve spent a lot of time in his bedroom, is all I mean.” You’re lying, of course, but the lie hits home.

You watch as Seonghwa’s face cycles through conflicting emotions. He settles on… more angry. “Princess, you can’t make me jealous.”

You frown. “It kinda seems like I can?”

“I know that you’re not sleeping with him.” Seonghwa’s eyes narrow despite the statement, as if he’s searching for any indication that he’s wrong.

“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell, pervert.” A smile spreads across your face, clearly you’re getting your way.

Seonghwa smiles bitterly. “Maybe so, but Hongjoong does. I would know.”

You can’t decide if he means that ‘he would know’ as in he would know if you had slept with Hongjoong, or if ‘he would know’ because Hongjoong has talked about his relationship with Seonghwa publicly. You take the opportunity as you see it. “What, exactly, is your relationship with him?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, princess?” Seonghwa’s expression drops as he leans back in the chair. “It’s none of your business.”

You sigh, disappointed but not surprised by his response. “Can I be real with you for, like, one second? No pettiness?” You ask.

Seonghwa gives you a look that says ‘why-on-earth-would-you-want-to-do-that,’ but nods anyway.

“Hongjoong…” you start, not exactly knowing how to phrase your sentence. “Hongjoong rejecting you like that, in front of us, was him just being an asshole.” Seonghwa cuts you off with a groan. “And I’m sorry, because that was equally as horrifying to witness as it was to experience.”

Seonghwa holds up his hands, shaking his head. “I do not need your sympathy. I’m quite used to Hongjoong’s behaviors.”

“It just seemed like-”

“I don’t care what it seemed like. You don’t know anything about our relationship, you cannot overanalyze one interaction and act like you know all that there is to know about my feelings or his!” Seonghwa rushes the words out, his voice rising slightly by the end of his tangent. He doesn’t yell, but it’s enough to placate you.

“Fine. I don’t care, anyways.” You scoff. “I don’t know why I even tried.”

The both of you lapse into silence, nothing to be heard except for your angered breathing.

Seonghwa suddenly smiles, causing a suspicious sinking feeling in your stomach. “I’m going to offer you some unsolicited relationship advice.”

“No.” You immediately respond, despite him not asking.

“Yes. You and Mingi fought, right?”

Your gaze snaps to his, your expression confirming his question.

“I think you forgot about us being next-door neighbors. Honestly, I should’ve stepped in the second I realized you had broken the rules of your punishment, but what kind of fun would that have been?” He leans forward in his chair, uncrossing his arms to rest his elbows on his thighs. “I’m surprised you got him upset enough to confess.”

He stares at you as if he’s waiting for some type of response from you, but you give him nothing. You stare back at him, trying to control your breathing and your emotions. He just wants to make you mad. You won’t be giving him the satisfaction.

When you make it clear that you won’t be replying, he shrugs. “I’m sure you remember when Hongjoong and I told you why Mingi came here.” Unfortunately, you remember that night all too well. You hadn’t wanted to believe it at the time, despite a tiny part of yourself knowing that it was true. And, now that Mingi confirmed the facts, it hits all too much more painfully. That’s what Seonghwa was going for then, and it’s what he’s going for now; to hurt you. “Here’s a piece of advice for both of you. Mingi is right to be scared of Hongjoong. Mingi was a means to an end for Hongjoong and, now that we’re at the end…” Seonghwa lets his sentence hang in the air.

The room is silent. You stare across at Seonghwa, registering the information for what it is: a threat. Seonghwa isn’t smiling any longer, though. His face is serious.

If he had still been smiling, you would’ve called his bluff. Like, seriously, it’s a bit ridiculous to have Seonghwa just outright threaten Mingi like that, but you wouldn’t put it past him to say it just to get a rise out of you. But he’s not smiling and there’s no bluff to call.

“Hongjoong is going to kill Mingi?”

Seonghwa shrugs his shoulders lightly, looking away from you as though actually hearing you say it had been too much for him.

“Seonghwa.” You get his attention back. “You can’t just say that and then go silent.”

His eyes meet yours as he shrugs again. “I’m not saying that it’s imminent. I’m just saying that Hongjoong would use any excuse if he thinks Mingi is a threat to…” Seonghwa searches for the right words, clearly not wanting to give you the full story. “His plans.”

You set your jaw, looking down at your hands in your lap. You squeeze them together, cracking each of your knuckles for a moment of distraction. Huh. You’re expecting the weight of this information to hit you at any second, but… it doesn’t. You’re scared for Mingi, yes. Terrified. Horrified that you could be the reason that the both of you are in this situation, mortified that you could be the reason he dies. But the actual… emotion… isn’t there.

It’ll come, but apparently not now. Some things are too much to fully comprehend as they happen. Is this normally how people react when they find out things like this? Coldly? Numbly? Granted, it’s not a common situation to find out that someone close to you is apparently one misstep away from being murdered, but… There must be some sort of proper reaction. Is this it?

Still looking at your hands, “Seonghwa, please.” You’re not sure if he’s looking at you, you don’t even care if he is or not. “Can’t you- I don’t- why, why can’t you… can’t you just tell me what’s coming?” You flick your eyes up to look at him. He’s shaking his head.

You’re not sure what hits you, but it’s suddenly imperative that Seonghwa understands your desperation. You unlink your hands, pushing yourself off of the couch. You take the few steps separating the couch from the chair Seonghwa sits on, stopping with your feet between his own. He looks up at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “Let me go. Right now, just, let’s go outside and just let me go.”

“What? Princess, I, no, no tha—”

“I distinctly remember you once telling me that Hongjoong would forgive you if you killed me. Just, just let me go and tell him I’m dead.” You’re not really thinking as you’re speaking.

“(Y/n).” Your name sounds entirely foreign in his voice. Seonghwa is clearly dumbfounded. “He wouldn’t. That was a lie. He would never, ever forgive me, he’d kill me.”

You grab his shoulders, bending to fall onto your knees in front of him. “Come with me, we can go together.”

Seonghwa is shaking his head before you even finish the plea. “I can’t leave him, princess.”

You let go of him, letting yourself fall back onto your ass in front of him. You frown, not that you had really, truly expected anything different. “Aren’t you scared of him?”

He contemplates you from his now higher position, shaking his head. “I love him.”

Wrapping your arms around your knees, you pull them up to your chest in front of you. “He doesn’t know what love is.”

His brows furrow as if he’s confused you would even say such a thing. “I know. Get up.” His voice loses any softness that it had held with his last sentiment. There goes that moment.

When you don’t instantly obey, opting to instead regard him with mild resentment, he continues. “I’m going to do you a favor, princess, and not mention that little outburst to Hongjoong. I’m sure you’ve proposed comparative ideas to San and been rejected. Wisely. It’d be foolish to bring up these ideas again, so I’ll let it go trusting that you’ll see reason.” He tilts his head, scowling down at you. “Didn’t I tell you to get up?”

You glare up at him, making a point to let go of your legs so that you can cross your arms over your chest. You fold your legs back under you, making it clear that you won’t be moving.

“Princess,” Seonghwa leans forward, bending at his waist to lower himself to your eye line. “You must see how this is a compromising position. You really shouldn’t be on your knees in front of a man that isn’t Hongjoong.”

Frowning, you scootch yourself back a few inches to put more distance between yourself and Seonghwa. “You really are a pervert, huh?”

“I meant nothing sexual, princess.” His tone is nearly too serious, an unidentifiable edge to his words.

While mumbling something under your breath like ‘yeah right I’m sure,’ you begrudgingly get back to your feet and return to the couch; only because the floor was starting to get uncomfortable. Not because you’re listening to him, obviously.

Seonghwa observes you harshly as you make yourself comfortable. If you didn’t know better, you would say he looks frustrated. Frustrated, frustrated.

But, of course, this is Seonghwa you’re talking about. No way. Not over you.

…

You swallow, really looking at him for the first time in quite a while. Seonghwa is… not ugly. You’ve noticed this many times before. Even as he stares at you like he would gladly spit on your grave, he’s…

No, you don’t even want to think it. You’re obviously completely misreading his look. You’re not going down this road right now, no thank you.

…….

Unless he’s gonna go down this road right now, then you might consider it. You’re only human.

Even if Seonghwa is objectively evil and has threatened you on numerous occasions and is a loyal cult member and is Hongjoong’s closest confidant… he’s hot. And its been a long time.

Certainly this can be rationalized somehow. That’s for the you of the future, though, as far as you’re concerned. You can think hard and reflect on your actions after it happens. If anything happens. Not that it will.

You clear your throat, dragging your eyes off of Seonghwa. “Is it hot in here?” With one hand, you unbutton just one of the top buttons holding your shirt together, grabbing the material and shaking it a bit for ventilation.

When Seonghwa doesn’t respond, you hazard to look back at him. Your eyes lock and, if looks could kill, you’re sure you’d be dead. Your hand on your shirt halts, flattening against your chest.

Seonghwa’s fists are tightly clenched at his sides, his knuckles so white you question whether or not it’s possible to break your own fingers from squeezing too hard.

He swallows hard, breaking your eye contact to look down at his lap. “I hate you.” He almost says it too quietly for you to hear. He looks up sharply, your eyes locking once more. “I hate you.” He repeats himself, with more conviction this time.

You don’t move, staying frozen in your seat.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

You truthfully don’t know what he means, so you opt to look back down at your hands.

“I didn’t say look away.”

You raise your head again, not afraid to show your annoyance. “How am I looking at you?”

Seonghwa rolls his eyes, but you can see the way his hands clench at his knees. “With your little fuck-me eyes,” he sighs loudly, “its driving me fucking crazy.”

… So there it is. You can’t resist the smile spreading across your face, eager to hear that you’re both apparently on the same page. “Clearly.”

Seonghwa leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Can I… just, just— God, just come here.” He beckons you toward him, pointing to the spot between his legs.

“Why.” You ask without changing your inclination. You know perfectly well why.

He sits up straight, his glare stronger than ever. “Come here.”

Though the logical side of you refuses, the illogical side apparently has control over your body. You step closer to him, taking just a few small steps before landing in the space between his knees.

“You… might be the devil.” Seonghwa, now eye-to-’eye’ with your midriff, sucks in a breath. His hands clench where they rest on his knees. He turns his face upward to look at you, nearly grimacing at your proximity. “What is it,” he asks, whispering, “that you have… that I don’t?”

Hesitantly, he releases his hands, flexing his fingers. His fingertips ghost across the backs of your knees, sending a tingle up your legs.

“May I?” He breathes the question, barely enunciating the words.

You swallow hard, your own hands clenching hard at your sides. What the fuck have you gotten in to?

And why are you into it?

“Yes.”

Seonghwa closes his eyes, lowering his face so as to not look at you any further. He exhales deeply, his breath passing through the light cotton of your shirt and warming your stomach. His hands wrap around your lower thighs so forcefully that you nearly have to grab onto him to steady yourself. You catch yourself in part thanks to your own reflexes, but mainly due to Seonghwa pushing you back into a steady position.

His thumbs brush up and down against the denim of your pants, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your thighs. His hands creep slowly upward as he tilts his face downward to monitor their progress. He rests his forehead against your stomach, his lips tantalizingly close to the waistband of your jeans.

He groans as his fingers reach the curve of your ass, forgoing the creative use of his thumbs to devote his entire hands to exploring the flesh there. If Seonghwa was anything like any other man you’ve ever been near in such a context, he wouldn’t stop with the ass groping until you made him.

But it seems like he’s not. His hands continue steadily upwards, though at a nearly agonizing pace. Once his hands are on your waist, he freezes. He turns to look up at you once more, an unrecognizable look in his eyes. Seonghwa holds your gaze as he pinches the fabric of your shirt at either of your sides, slowly pulling it upward until the edges are coming untucked.

You would follow his memo and pull the rest out yourself. But this is Seonghwa. So you make him do it all himself, much to his clear dismay. He bites his lip as he pulls out the front bit, his eyes dragging over the new expanse of skin as he holds the ends up. For a brief second, it looks like he’s going to kiss you, but he snaps himself out of it quick enough to stop.

“Sit down.” He says, not looking up at you.

“Wher—”

You can’t even finish the question before he’s pulling you downward via your belt loops. “Where else, princess?”

You get the memo. You do have to grab onto his shoulders to stop yourself from completely toppling over him, this time, though. “A little eager, Seonghwa?” You tease, though you’re straddling his lap with quite the speed of your own.

He finishes untucking your shirt as you settle onto him. “Very eager, even?” He grunts as you roll your hips against him. “Didn’t you once tell me that you found me sexually repulsive? Is that true?”

“Shut up.” His hands move up your shirt, thumbs brushing over the delicate skin of your torso. You shudder despite yourself, his fingers nearly tickling you as they trail upward.

Sense be absolutely damned.

You take your hands from Seonghwa’s shoulders, moving to start undoing the buttons at the top of your shirt.

Seonghwa’s hands move quicker than yours, apparently. He snatches both of your wrists before you can undo a single button, freezing you in place. “What?” You breath, genuinely asking.

He looks straight into your eyes, quickly glancing between the two of them as he wets his lips. “You shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

He clenches his jaw. “I won’t be able to resist myself.” His hands squeeze your wrists tighter together in an effort to keep you from continuing.

“So?” You whisper, not having to fight hard to get Seonghwa to drop your wrists. You move your hands away from your shirt to rest on his cheeks. You take the moment to admire his features, something that you would, of course, never ordinarily do. But it doesn’t count this time. Seonghwa is beautiful.

“Hongjoong would be-” You shift, grinding into him. “Furious… if I had you.” Seonghwa bites his lip as he looks down to where you sit on his lap. He rests his hands on your hips, gripping you strongly. “Furious.” He whispers mainly to himself, rocking your hips forward with his hands.

You whine, dropping your hands from his face to his chest. “But how would he know?”

Seonghwa produces a smile that’s almost a grimace. “He just would, princess.”

“So this,” you lean into his motions, easing them along, “isn’t going to happen?”

Seonghwa shakes his head, though makes no effort to stop. “Not without permission.”

You do freeze, then, flexing to stop him from being able to move you further. “Fine.” Recalling some of your own head, you add, “but good luck getting me this close again.”

“You would be so lucky,” Seonghwa moves one of his hands off of your hip to rest at the back of your neck. He eases your face closer to his own, stopping you millimeters away. “Princess.” He speaks the word against your lips before connecting them with his.

The kiss is short, but not sweet.

“I know what it is.” He whispers against you. “Do you?”

You pull away from him, your hands still planted on his chest. “What what is?”

He raises his eyebrows. “What you have that I don’t.”

You shrug, unsure of what he means. In truth, there are so many differences between the two of you that picking just one would be much too difficult.

“I’m not going to tell you.” He smiles. “Not right now, at least.”

“Asshole.” You whisper, and for more reasons than one.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

Lunch is served shortly after your… indiscretion.

The cafeteria is as lively as ever, the excitement of the trip to town keeping the group quite invigorated. Though Seonghwa doesn’t leave your side, not much passes between the two of you while eating. Rather, an extremely, painfully awkward silence weighs on the both of you.

You ask if you can visit Wooyoung, but he quickly shuts the idea down by insisting that you finish your lunch instead of ‘daydreaming.’ Whatever he means by that. You know that you certainly aren’t daydreaming about anyone.

As you finish eating, you look around for Mingi. As has become the norm these days, you’re not able to spot him at any of the tables. You sincerely hope that he’s still eating as much as normal, and not skipping meals for the sake of ignoring you. Not that you think he is, but, with Yunho in town… who's feeding him if not himself?

Seonghwa snaps his fingers in front of your face. “Hello? Come on, we’re leaving.”

You glare up at him as he stands, gesturing impatiently for you to follow his movements. He gathers both of your trays, disposing of the plates and the garbage as he leads you out of the cafeteria and back up to his apartment.

Seonghwa slams the door behind you, leaving you wondering what on earth you’d managed to do in the complete silence of lunch that pissed him off again. Certainly nothing. That’s just how Seonghwa… is.

You return to your place on the couch, not surprised when Seonghwa also returns to the chair he had sat in before. The silence carries on between you two, dragging the time along.

Staring at your nails, you pick at your cuticles. You vaguely wonder if anyone on the farm is any good at nail care. Had you ever seen someone with painted nai—

“I’m going to give you more relationship advice.” Seonghwa says, leaning onto the arm of his chair and facing you fully.

You frown at him. Frankly, you had had enough of Seonghwa’s voice for one day. And enough of his ‘advice’ and his attitude and his face. “I’d rather you didn’t.”

Seonghwa sighs, rolling his eyes again. “Weird, I don’t remember asking.” He shrugs his shoulders, feigning confusion before catching you off guard with his first sentence. “San is falling for you, and, if I were you, that would scare me. Not just because San is one of the weirdest people I know, but because this is all happening down to the minute detail that Hongjoong planned. He wants San to fall for you, because he wants to get rid of him. Simple as that, blood on your hands.”

You decorate your face with the blankest stare you can muster. “If you’re jealous, Seonghwa, you can just say so.” The joke comes out to hide the way that your stomach flips with his statement. You cannot hear this type of bullshit again. There’s only so many people that you can feel responsible for.

“I would never be jealous of another man’s relationship with you, princess.” He smiles tightly. “Hongjoong has a mind unlike anyone I’ve ever met; he’ll go to great lengths to get what he wants.” Seonghwa’s voice is tinged with admiration as he says this. “I know you haven’t read ahead in The Answer yet.”

You shake your head, not offering any other response.

“I don’t want to spoil anything for you, but he’s going to kill you. One day. He’ll give it a fancy name and a pretty ceremony, but it’s killing you all the same. Maybe by then you’ll believe him, though, and you won’t be scared.” Seonghwa sneers, continuing. “Until then, he has plenty of uses for you, though. Don’t get excited thinking that you’ll be free of this anytime soon.”

You want to protest what he’s saying, but you’re sure that its true. Why else would Hongjoong have such a vested interest in you? Wouldn’t you be dead right now if not for the fact that Hongjoong saw something special in you? That night that you had run, what had stopped Hongjoong from having Seonghwa kill you? You find the only silver lining in what Seonghwa just told you, grasping onto it.

“Maybe by then I’ll believe him? And I won’t be scared?” You whisper, trying your hardest to goad Seonghwa into what you want him to admit.

Seonghwa nods, “You wouldn’t think you’re being killed, but rather serving some sort of higher purpose.”

You look down at your lap, trying to keep yourself from smiling. Does Seonghwa even realize what he just told you? You look up at him through your lashes, attempting some semblance of innocence. “But… you think I would just be dying? Not… serving the purpose Hongjoong says?”

Seonghwa’s smile falls dramatically, his expression completely hardening. “That’s not what I meant.”

A small smile graces your face. “Oh, but its what you said.”

“I know you wouldn’t dare imply that I don’t believe in The Answer.” Seonghwa’s voice has taken on a new edge, one that actually does worry you.

You shrug. “It’s just that… that’s what it sounded like you were insinuating, that’s all.”

Seonghwa clenches his jaw hard enough for you to hear it. “You’re going to drop this topic and never bring it up again, princess.”

“I don’t see why you’re so defensive if you really d—”

Seonghwa is standing in front of you before you can even comprehend that he’s moved, his hands gripping your shoulders with so much force that it’s hard to believe he had been so gentle with you earlier. “I’d kill anyone else that insinuated the things that you’re saying, princess.” His expression is so angry that he looks nearly crazed, and you don’t doubt him for a second. “You’ll shut up, if you know what’s good for you.”

You nod your head quickly, emphasizing your agreement. “I’ll never bring it up again.” You blink up at Seonghwa, but his grip on your shoulders only gets tighter. “I promise.”

He scoffs, releasing you but not without a final shove. It doesn’t do much, as you’re already sitting with your back against the couch, but you feel the intent behind it.

You decide that it’s best to not provoke him anymore. At least, not today.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

The party returns in the early evening.

San and Hongjoong arrive at Seonghwa’s door together, Hongjoong not bothering to knock before letting himself into the apartment.

You jump as the door flies open, the sudden intrusion scaring the shit out of you. Somehow, you completely missed the sound of the cars pulling up, and the welcoming cheers of the common people as the adventurers returned.

Hongjoong says his greetings to the both of you, but you hardly hear him as your eyes lock with San’s. You feel… so many things. Mainly sick. Is it really your responsibility to push him away? Is Seonghwa telling you the truth? Would you take the chance?

You swallow hard as his face lights up, excited to see you. He beckons for you to come over to where he remains in Seonghwa’s doorway. You hazard a glance at Hongjoong, but he doesn’t seem to notice. San reaches for your hand once you’re close enough, lacing your fingers together as he calls over your shoulder that you’re leaving. Neither Hongjoong nor Seonghwa respond, and you allow San to drag you across the hall to your shared apartment.

San lets go of you once you’re in the apartment, shutting the door gently behind himself after ushering you inside. “Sit, sit, please.”

You sit on your own couch in the same exact spot you had been sitting on Seonghwa’s all day.

“I was able to fulfill your request,” he starts, unzipping a backpack that he must have brought upstairs before he collected you. “I’m not sure if you’ve read this one, and I’m sorry if you have, but there really weren’t that many options in town. If you had asked for, like, windshield wiper fluid, sure, but books…” He inhales sharply as he finds what he’s looking for, pulling the book out of the backpack and placing it in your hands.

You smile once you read the title. Misery. Isn’t that comedic? You actually do laugh, giggling into your hand as tears prick in your eyes. The irony is almost painful. A book about a man being held captive by an insane, book-obsessed serial killer for months on end… haha. Ha.

“Have you read it?” San asks, sitting next to you.

You clutch the book in your hands, smiling at the cover in an attempt to get yourself together. “I’ve seen the movie.”

San reaches for the book, and you hand it over easily enough. “Me too.” He looks at you, an unrecognizable expression on his face. He raises a hand, wiping away a tear that manages to escape your eye. “Did I do something wrong?”

You shake your head, mustering a smile for him. “It’s just quite the selection, is all.”

“It was between that and Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, so, like, yeah.”

That makes you laugh. “You made the right choice, then. Thank you, San.” He nods his head as he hands the book back to you, smiling now that you’re laughing.

“You’re welcome. I was stressed trying to find any books in town so, again, sorry if its not something that you would’ve picked for yourself.”

You assure him that its okay once again, hugging the novel to your chest. Definitely not something you would’ve picked, given the circumstances, but it still shows you that San cares…

Which is an entirely different thing. Maybe Seonghwa was at least right about San… having feelings for you. But, honestly, you’re human beings. You can only be with someone for every waking second for so long before developing feelings for them. San really can’t be blamed and… neither can…

Nope. You’re not going to think it. If you had feelings for San, would you really have allowed Seonghwa to grope you? Huh? Yeah, think about that for a second.

Wait, no, don’t think about that. That whole situation needs to be put as far out of your mind as physically possible. It would be best for you to simply forget that this entire day even happened. Like, clearly, you had some massive lapse of judgment. And you’re only human. So you can’t blame yourself for having human urges. But, like, what the fuck? Seonghwa? Seonghwa? You let Seonghwa have his way with you when you literally share a bed with San? A man that has never threatened your life or hurt you by any emotional or physical means?

… Anyways, ignoring any such emotions… which you don’t have, of course… San’s potential feelings for you are an entirely separate thing. Also, what did Seonghwa mean when he said that San is ‘one of the weirdest people he knows?’ Should that be a good sign to you, considering Seonghwa is quite the freak show himself? Or is that really bad, because for one freak to think another person is a freak they must really be a freak? You’ve never once gotten the sense that San could be… weird (well, beyond weirder than any other cult member)... but maybe he’s a good actor…

No. That all seems too unrealistic. Whatever Seonghwa meant, he probably was just trying to freak you out. Clearly he’s trying to goad you out of whatever blooming relationship might be happening, and for God knows whatever reason. That’s Seonghwa’s business. When have you ever cared what he thinks about you?

You put the thought out of your mind. It’s not something that you’re going to dwell on. You could assume the worst from everyone that you meet, but that would quickly lead to quite the dreary life. You’re obviously stuck here for some time, it’s probably better to not question those that seem to have good intentions… but for the sake of survival… you actually probably should.

Fuck this. It’s all too complicated for your tired mind after the day that you’ve had. You can debate with yourself the morals of your actions and the motivations of others’ another day.

“How was the trip?” You ask, sliding the book out of your lap and onto the coffee table in front of you. “Did you find everything okay?”

San frowns. “We didn’t, actually. Hongjoong got all weird toward the end so we left before finding a few things…” He trails off, seemingly thinking about what it was that they missed.

“Oh? What happened?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t even know. He was fine and then Yunho said something to a store clerk and Hongjoong flipped. I think he’s just getting jumpy because the harvest is coming up, but it was…” San swallows. “Strange. Anyways, we missed a few things. I don’t think it’ll be a big deal, though.”

You consider this for a second. San is right, that does sound strange. What could Yunho have said? … Another thing to think about later. “Did you get Yeosang his hair dye?” You smile, calling back the absolutely monstrous list of requests he had compiled.

“Thankfully,” San chuckles, “Or I’d be in trouble.”

The conversation lulls into silence, a comfortable one. You sit next to each other, simply… being.

San breaks the silence after what feels like a while. “Is it weird if I say that I missed you?”

Your stomach flips. You turn to look at him, allowing yourself a small smile. “I don’t think so.” You’re not about to own up to it too, but… Not that you had really been thinking about San until Seonghwa brought him up, but you would’ve much rather spent the day at his side than Seonghwa’s. After spending so much time with San, it did feel a bit… weird to be apart from him for so long.

“Okay, then; I missed you, today.” He smiles and your stomach does another twirl. Uh oh.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

The rest of the evening passes without fanfare. You get dinner with San, ignoring Seonghwa as hard as humanly possible. You look around for Mingi but, once again, are unsuccessful in finding him.

You pass the time by talking with San about town. Apparently, it had been just as dead as he remembered it being. Not much had happened, beyond whatever made Hongjoong upset, but he didn’t even know what that had been. Thankfully, they had gotten their hands on all of the essentials before they had to leave. And, according to San, your car still runs like a beauty. Ouch.

You now lie awake in bed, wondering if you’re going to regret every decision that you’ve made today. There have been some dicey ones, you must admit. You certainly hope that this new one isn’t dicey, too.

“San?” You whisper in the dark, rolling over on your side so that you face him. He’s already faced toward you, though you can’t make out his expression in the dark. “Are you still awake?”

If this is gonna happen, it might as well happen now.

“Yeah.” San murmurs the reply, and you make your move before you can question yourself.

You need a distraction. And you like San.

You scootch yourself closer to him, crossing the invisible border that the two of you had established. Your hand reaches into the dark, finding the side of his face to use as a guide. When you’re certain of your target, you close the gap between your faces, pressing a kiss to his lips.

You pull away quickly, leaving the kiss as chaste as you had meant it to be. You don’t go far, however, opting to stare at San in the dark as he processes. His eyes are wide, that much you can tell, but it’s far too dark to make out much beyond that.

Forget Mingi. Forget Seonghwa. Forget Hongjoong. Forget everything they’ve said and everything they’ve tried to keep from you.

“Did you mean to do that?” San whispers, his own hand coming to rest at the base of your throat.

You hum an affirmation, not trusting your words.

His thumb strokes along your neck, sending goosebumps down your body. “Are you sure?”

“I am.”

San closes the gap once more, kissing you just barely. His lips are as pillowy soft as you had imagined, his hesitance making the kiss all the more gentle.

You expect to feel guilty. But it doesn’t come.

San does. He pulls his face from yours, though just barely. “We really,” his breath warms your face as he pauses mid-sentence. “We shouldn’t, (Y/n).” Despite his words, he makes no more of an attempt to put more distance between yourselves.

He continues rubbing your neck with his thumb, the touch so light that its nearly ticklish. “Goodnight, (Y/n).” San rolls over, allowing no time for you to reflect on his words. The warmth of his body is immediately missed, your side of the bed suddenly feeling much too chilly.

Another dicey decision, apparently.

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a/n: [spongebob voice] this is humiliating ... BE NICE TO ME OKAY i tried :LKKJFDLKSJFLKJSDF

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afairywithacrown · 1 year

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Dates

summary: your first, recurrent and favorite date with tsukishima.

warnings: gn!reader, angst towards the end. Mostly fluff.

a/n: this series will have a separate continuation of each date as individual one-shots for each.

Tsukishima Kei

first date: Where did he take you on your first date?

The concert

There was this concert he had been meaning to go. Just a little event at a local bar downtown, simple.

He asked Yamaguchi first, not that you didn't cross his mind but at that moment he was too shy or better said reserved about talking to you in that way. Inviting you on a date? Yeah, never gonna happen.

Or that's what he forced himself to believe.

Unfortunally, Yamaguchi had a doctor appoiment that day and couldn't make it, on the other side you were free:D (btw, that was a complete lie, Yamaguchi was just tired of his best friend not making a move).

The beginning was kinda awkard because even if he didn't say the word "date" it was pretty obvious he had asked you out.

Besides your little crush on him was growing everyday as well as his, so believing it was in fact a date wasn't that bad, right?

By all means, it was pretty great once the band came out. The whole experience was good to be honest.

You knew a couple of songs and the onces you didn't he was so kind to send you a message later with the name of them.

He took you home. It was pretty late.

Once he arrived home he made sure to send you a message naming every single song the band had played.

On the other hand he sent a message to Yamaguchi telling him how happy he was and didn't skimp on details.

Good for him, there was another band coming up next month and perhaps this time he dared to call it a date.

Recurrent: What you normally do to hang out?

Mall trips

Unlike popular belif, the recurrent dates woulnd't be study dates, of course they are common but he doesn't like to call them dates.

He likes to go with you to the mall.

This happens during the weekend, he arrives to your house, walks to the bus stop and go to the mall.

During the ride he likes to share his earbud with you while you rest your head on his shoulder or his on yours.

Is not that far but gives you time to enjoy a couple of songs before arriving.

There is not an specific goal when you go, you just walk into some stores, look at books, comics, manga or cd's and talk about them.

But you do eat something because you hang there a good part of the day.

You sit on the tables close to the windows and talk and talk even after you had finish your food.

He always buys you ice cream. You can pay for your own food but he has to buy you dessert. It doesn't have to be ice cream, just something you are craving.

After a couple of hours you realice is getting dark so you head home.

He loves the ride back, because the sun is setting and the bus is almost empty. You are tired and a little more loving than before so he takes your hand and does circular motions that never fail to make you sleepy.

Favorite: a date that meant a lot to him

Late night drive

He was 19 and he got his first car.

Kei didn't drive to a lot of places, he went to school, to run some errands or to take you on dates.

But one night he couldn't sleep, it was finals and he was a little stressed. The words on the paper didn't make much sense and he just had a fight with you.

Laying in bed he called you. You didn't pick up but that didn't stop him from driving to your house.

The ride was tense. Both yelled and cried and apologized.

That was the first time you ever had a fight in which someone ended up crying.

After the fight he went to a 7/11 and bought a bunch of snacks and then drove to a close park where you sat in silence and ate.

Hours passed before he took you home and the sunrise was saying hi. Of course, your parents weren't happy about your sudden scape late at night but you on the other side just hoped if there were more fights like this could be resolved correctly, so he never leave.

Then he realized the next morning you didn't leave either. He expected you in the next weeks, he was still waiting for you'll break up with him but you never did.

That was when he knew this wasn't a high school romance.

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ezay · 2 years

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Summary: you and mikasa have always been a little bit closer than normal. You see how far it can truly go

Pairing: Modern AU | Mikasa Ackerman x Reader Warnings: She/her pronouns used, pet names. Eating out, scissoring, and fluff! 18+ ONLY PLEASE. MINORS DNI! You will be blocked.

Author note: This is my first fic ever posted take is easy on me this is meant to be cute and fun :) idrk what to say except hope you enjoy! this was proofread with half ass effort sorry ahaha

Edit: I’ve been kinda skimming over it corrected a couple misspelled words

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Your favorite scene to paint in your head was Mikasa’s long hair let loose with a tiny white tank on, her back to you as you call her name.

She would turn around with a soft smile “hmm?” You took her in, a slight blush to her cheeks and a few stray hairs from your previous nap and other activities “Nothing you just look good baby” you would say giving her a dazed smile back. You wondered if Mikasa thought about having those moments with you too, not as friends but as more like a partner. You know there’s something between you two, “friends” don’t cuddle in such close proximity, especially half naked (sometimes ;)).

“Friends” don’t discourage you from talking to all the fine girls you see simply excusing it with “you can do better” (the only baddie you r getting is her)

And “Friends” definitely don’t make dinner for each other when you go to their house (basically everyday) and pack a lunch when it’s time to go to work (bc that’s the only time you leave each other alone)

You were growing restless of not exactly knowing what you two “were” so you decided you were going to take action later on when Mikasa came over to just hang. She told you she’d be on the way after she helped Eren pack for a trip to visit the family in Germany, you decided to buy her favorite snacks from the store real quick so she had something to come eat. As you set the stuff up in the living room you heard knocking at your door signaling Mikasa was here, you open the door to see her standing there in short shorts and a tiny baby blue tank top due to the scorching weather “hey it’s fucking burning out here” you softly exclaim, as you open the door wider to let her in. She lets out a giggle as she comfortably walks to the living room happy to be in the air conditioning “I know and I had to help Eren load like 5 suitcases you know how his family is” she breathily laughs out. You watch as she uncaps and drinks the beverage you got her, you turn on the TV on your way to sit next to her and hand her the remote so she can choose what to watch.

She ends up choosing Avengers: Infinity War because it’s long and she could spend all that time cuddled up next to you, “We haven’t ruined this movie for ourselves yet surprisingly” you comment as the devastating death of Loki plays on the screen “mhm it’s still entertaining” she hums back as she scoots closer to you, tossing her legs over yours and laying her head on your shoulder.

You shift so you’re both brought closer together, and you can wrap your right arm around her to softly stroke her hair. The movie goes on for a bit more before you think “This is it” you slowly start ghosting your fingers up and down her legs you feel her slightly shiver, so you press down a bit more actually letting your fingertips feel her smooth skin “love when do things like this help me relax so much” she dreamily sighs out “fuck it” you think. You gently grip her upper thigh, softly kneading it while looking at her “can I try something that‘s not what friends do?” you ask looking at her, Mikasa straddles your lap and places a gentle kiss to your lips ``I wanted to make the first official move…” she shyly mumbled you feel your body become light, you hold eye contact with her before looking at her lips putting your right hand under her chin to pull her into a wet kiss, your tongues pushing against each other before you grip her hair with your other hand pulling her head back just a bit.

She resembles that picture you often painted in your head, hair a bit wild already and her cheeks flushed, you closed your eyes and exhaled through your mouth before diving into her neck biting then licking the spot, she was whines a bit while humping your groin “I want you to touch me please” she whimpers rolling her hips particularly harder. You loudly gasp, grabbing her hips continuing her movements “yeah? Touch you where” you raspingly tease out. Despite your teasing Mikasa boldly grabs your hand to cup her wet center “touch me here like I know you’ve been wanting” she smirks back. you are still, a bit surprised before slowly rubbing her. You could feel it was a bit damp, so you start taking her shorts off along with undies - Mikasa lifting her hips a bit in assistance.

Eager to feel her more you take off your bottoms, both getting rid of the rest of your clothes. Her bare tits instantly in front of your face have your brain fuzzy, so you take one in your mouth lick around the nipple before softly starting to suck on it giving the other one some stimulation with your fingers. Mikasa lowly moans continuing the rocking of her hips against you going to fondle your tits, you finally let go and reconnect your lips in a sloppy kiss.

You can’t contain your moan, only the universe knows how long you’ve been wanting this, you’re sucking and licking at her tongue pulling away to lick her neck and leave some dark spots around there. You trail your fingers up and down her thigh before resuming where you left off, her pussy so wet you’re just gliding up and down

“I want to taste you so bad you gonna let me do whatever hmm?” You ask her eager to just please the fuck out of her “go ahead and show me how good you wanna make me feel love” she says in a sickly sweet voice.

instantly, you lay her down peppering kisses all over her collarbone before moving down to her tits softly biting one of her nipples then running your tongue over it, you place loud wet kisses down her stomach until your face is between her thighs. Her glistening pussy looking at you hole slightly clenching from how horny she is “you have the prettiest pussy Mika. so wet baby” you lay your tongue flat starting at her hole licking upward to her clit before swirling around her precious bud sucking on it.

“Just like that” she whimpers resting her hand on the back of your head, you slide one finger into her hole feeling the resistance of her walls then another one creating a steady rhythm you continue to swirl and suck at her clit she pushes your head into her every once in a while “feels so good make me come please “ she whines. You start moving your fingers faster, drunk off the wet noises her pussy is making you feel her legs shaking, so you lap at her clit sideways sucking until you feel a warmth spreading thru your mouth.

“Fuuck!” Mikasa squeals from the sensitivity you keep her legs open cleaning her up, you push your tongue in her hole before gently sucking the remaining left “wanted to do that for so long” you mumble, more to yourself. Mikasa pulls you up by your hair shoving her tongue down your throat you shamefully moan, pushing yourself up to her level you lay her down so you're over her. You move her hair out of her face “you trust me pretty girl?” you ask her ,without hesitation she nods with a positive hum, so you pull her legs up into a V shape rubbing her juices around a bit before lightly placing your pussy on top of hers rocking deliciously.

Mikasa moans at seeing the lewd scene your mouth hangs open a bit at the site of your biggest wet dream come true “wanna be messy” she whines at your precision strokes “fine baby” you smirk down at her rubbing your clits harder against each other, feeling the wetness spread and your clits tingle with pleasure. You push down so your arms are supporting you next to her head you move your head down capturing her lips in a kiss, you take one of your hands to pucker her lips and spit in her mouth “baby” Mikasa chokes out after she obediently swallows.

“You liked that huh” you look down at her slowing down to prolong your orgasm the back of her heels dig into your back “pleasee wanna come again” her shiny eyes look into you. That’s enough for your brain to melt wanting to just rub pussies together until you felt her slick running down your thighs. Mikasa yanks you to her lips “kiss me pretty” she whispers you feel so hot all over instantly invading her mouth with your tongue having the nastiest make out session, spit probably coming out the sides of your mouths.

“Gonna cum gonna cum fuckk” Mikasa's high pitched voice squeaks out “yeah come all over my pussy wanna feel that, yeahh” you exhale the pleasure from your clit spreading throughout your bottom making your hole clench from making her gush for the second time

“Ahh, you’re so good baby” she shakily whispers coming back from her orgasm. You plop next to her wrapping your arm around her waist “you’re so fucking beautiful in every way possible Mika” you whisper she lifts your chin up with her fingers “thank you baby girl I love you” she places a kiss on your nose then your forehead, wrapping her arm around you. Your heart is beating to the point you hear it in your ears “I love you too, soo much” you bury your face in her chest you feel the way her body shakes as she giggles, and you smile happy that you don’t have to keep thinking about what could be.

You both stay laid up confident you can call each other “mine” after today.

Another AN: im like a grandparent when it comes to tumblr so I’m so confused why the italics didn’t transfer from google docs to here.. I will figure it out as I go lolll

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