#//But ye; he LOVES it when people are thoughtful enough to think of him and set aside berries for him; esp Valberries

[goldessia]

one thing about pro hero!katsuki bakugo is he loves to rile you up, to tease you, to torture you, in every single way possible.

especially in bed.

most people would think he is rough. cold, emotionless, and outright mean. however, you know that the fact he is the opposite is what you find most annoying.

he is mean. of course he is mean, he is katsuki bakugo, it is in his blood. but, he is mean in a way of mockery. and he is sweet with it at the same time.

every sound, touch, movement you make, he will ridicule you in the most taunting way possible. you find this annoying, and it ticks you off in the perfect way possible that katsuki thrives on.

and another thing about katsuki, is he has kinks. lots of ‘em. and some of his biggest is edging, and overstimulation.

you find yourself in situations a lot fighting for your orgasm, or away from it.

and so, you find yourself laid on the bed, hands held above your head by his annoyingly large and strong hands, keeping you from moving.

and the buzzing sensation of the vibrations from the small, bullet metal pressed against your clit we’re making you go insane.

“mm— katsuki! n’ more, please.. please!” you whine, hips trying to move away from his hand that firmly presses the vibrator against your throbbing, over-sensitive clit.

he chuckled, the sound deep in his chest. “tappin’ out already?” he says, leaning forward to nip at your neck. “but we’ve only jus’ started, princess.”

you firmly shake your head no, legs shaking and attempting to close, to run away from the harsh vibrations that sent you into overdrive.

“nuh-uh, baby.” he whispers, oh-so close to your ear that it makes you shiver. “keep those legs open f’me. yer not gettin’ out of this anytime soon. ya gonna be good for me? just’ like you were before?”

“k-kats, nonono— i can’t, i can’t-“

“uh-huh, yes you can.” he says, tongue licking a strip across your jaw, “this is what good girls get, right? so good f’me, all day.. cmon, let me show you my love..”

“fuh— m’ cummin, m’—“

his words enough were able to make you cum on the spot, your orgasm ripping through you like a hurricane. your head throws back, legs pressing shut, but still not enough to escape his hand holding it there on your sensitive bud.

the jolts from the vibrations were all too much, too overwhelming. you had reached your third orgasm by now, fourth if you count the one he had just ripped out of you.

you were sputtering— a full mess. “k-katsuki, ka- wait!— red! redredred—“

and instantly, he stops, ripping his hand away and turning it off. instantly, you relax, the last jolts of your orgasm causing your whole body to shake.

“fuck, baby, ‘m sorry, was it too far?”

you take a deep breath, running a hand over your head as you calm down.

“sorry. ‘s just, you’ve handled worse things before. thought ya could..” he shakes his head, placing a hand on your cheek, and brushing your tears away with his thumb.

“s’ okay, kats.” you sniffle, a soft smile on your face, “jus’ needed a break.”

“s’ you’re good, then?” he says, a look of concern making his eyebrows adorably furrow, “i didn’t hurt ya?”

“you’re good, baby.” you slowly look down his body, eyes fixated on the noticeable buldge pressing against his pants, begging to be released. “..are you?”

he looks down, cursing at his own body. “m’ fine, sweetheart. don’t worry about me, let’s just go take a—“

you stop him by grabbing his wrist when he moves to get up, keeping him there.

“i know you’ll jus’ be grumpy all night if i leave you here blue-balled.” you laugh, a sweet one. leaning toward him, you smile and press a kiss to his cheek, whispering in his ear, “let me take care of ya, too.”

slowly, a toothy smile appears on his face, and he’s back to pouncing on you. you squeal, hair spilling all over the bedsheets as he leans toward you, ruby-eyes staring directly at you.

“think ya’ can take one more, darlin’?” he says, pelvis pressing against yours, a small gasp leaving your lips as you feel his long hard-on.

you smile, and say, “anything for you, my hero.”

he blinks, slowly frowning until he smiles. “you drive me goddamn mad, women.”

— 6/20/24 - not proofread

[kyliekast]

I am politely begging for more of baby daddy!patrick zweig 🥲🙏🏾

i'll take any excuse to talk about it like literally any. please send asks about baby daddy patrick or baby daddy art or baby mama ex-wife tashi like i need it

you both went to the tennis academy and fucked around sophomore year, but you didn't ever take it seriously since you knew about patrick's reputation; however, unbeknownst to you, he stopped sleeping with other people completely while you two were fucking around. he had feelings. they never got acted on, though, because he doesn't think he can maintain a relationship, and before he might have had the chance to, you found out you were pregnant at the start of junior year.

you'd slept with a couple other guys, yes, but only patrick without protection, often, and using the ever-reliable pull out method. you're sure he's came inside at least a few times when you two were drunk as well. there was no question about whether he was the dad when your boy was born. they're twins, to the hair to the eyes to the smile.

your family is wealthy, so you decided to leave school to work for them. you expected patrick to not be in the picture and just send child support, as that seems like a very him way of going about it, but you were surprised when he wanted to take an active role. amazing for your son, obviously. awful for you.

he'll text you and ask things like, did you pack his bear onesie, and it'll be day three, so you know he's already gone through what you packed, and that yes, the onesie is there. he'll ask the same thing twice. he'll tack on questions about your life with questions about your boy. the articulate, wyd. they're thinly-veiled stabs at getting back into your space, and sometimes, they work.

during your son's first hanukkah (for those who don't know pat is jewish in the script), you go to drop him off for the week at pat's family estate, and he insists that you come in for food, a chat, coffee or tea or anything. and you do, because you've been craving his mom's challah since the last time you had it.

you sit together in the living room while patrick bottle feeds him, surprisingly competent. from his texts, you thought he was useless. you guess not. his hands are so big and your baby is so small he can hold him with one arm, a palm splayed across his head, big and swathing.

"he's hungry," pat says.

"he's always hungry. like you."

"you fucked up that challah and jam."

"i'm gonna kidnap your mom."

you both laugh, and it feel normal for a brief second, until you clear your throat.

"so, um. when you're on tour after the junior open coming up -- "

"i'm not going on tour. i'm gonna wait until he's old enough to travel."

you're surprised, and you can't hide it. tour's all patrick's talked about, all he's ever wanted. to win. the glory. the acclaim. your brow furrows. "oh. okay."

"i was just gonna work with art on his grandma's farm for now. when we're on break and stuff."

"you guys are, like. jack and ennis reincarnated."

he rolls his eyes, but he's smiling.

you laugh, "i can't imagine you doing manual labor."

he shrugs. "it's not manual labor, it's mainly taking care of the animals and stuff."

"the fact that art's gonna be around is weirdly reassuring."

"oh, he loves him."

"jesus christ," you groan jokingly, "i should've let art knock me up instead."

patrick stares blankly for a couple seconds, then forces this pitiful, gritted laugh, averting eye contact and looking back down at your baby. it's silent, you finishing your tea and patrick rocking him until he falls asleep. he speaks again, "wanna help me put him to bed?"

"yeah. of course."

you walk into the nursery. the last time you saw it -- there's no way you're not seeing what patrick zweig keeps your baby in over summers and breaks --, it was cute and decorated, but now, it's filled. it looks like patrick's spent every single day at toy and furniture and decor stores. there's a mural on the baby blue walls of an ocean. "oh, this is adorable."

"mhm." patrick sets him in the crib and gently swoops the downy patch of hair off his forehead. "i think he's knocked out."

"puppy tummy."

he looks at you, confused.

you explain, "like, when puppies drink a lot of milk, their bellies get full and they sleep a lot."

"that's cute." when he says it, he's still looking at you. that's cute. no, you're cute.

you're weak, too. so weak for that lopsided smile that's slowly creeping onto his face. the second he sees your blush, you know it's over. he's found an opening, and he's gonna take it.

you clamber into his bedroom, the house big enough for you to lack subtlety, and he pulls your sweater over your head and gropes your tits through your bra. "they're so much bigger now -- "

"fuck off -- " you're sitting on top of his lap, feverishly unbuttoning his shirt. knowing your son, he could wake up any second.

"i didn't say i don't like them normally," he grumbles, thumbing your hard nipples. "just making an observation." he flicks one.

you hiss, "fuck you -- "

"you're being a bitch."

"are you gonna take your dick out or not?"

"i want you to ask for it." patrick holds your wrists and grins, expectantly looking up at you. "say please."

"no." you don't bother with fighting his grip. he's much stronger than you, even if you two are equally stubborn.

"then we're not fucking."

"then we're not fucking, patrick."

the mental image you plant settles stronger than his empty threat, and his desperation wins out. he untucks his cock through his pants, and it's the same as you remember it: hairy, thick, and lengthy, a hot mouthful. you wonder if he tastes the same. musky, sweaty.

"do you have a condom?"

he doesn't hide his disappointment and sulks, "yeah. nightstand."

you huff then reach to the top drawer, pawing through a playboy, a playgirl (honestly, you didn't not expect that), and gum wrappers before you find a condom in the back corner. "do you want another one?"

"would it be so terrible?"

you don't answer that. he sounds too sad.

after finding the condom, you set it on top of the drawer and let patrick prep you, his hands crawling up your skirt to spread your legs. where you sit, his cock's sheathed under your panties and through your ass cheeks, while his pants press your pussy. you're undone from his fingers, moaning into his neck, teething on his ear. it's relieving to not have to explain what you like to get a good lay. patrick already knows.

"you're so wet," he grunts, and he's right -- you're so soaked his fingers' thrusts sound squishy. he rubs the textrous part inside of you, and you quiver, hands bracing on his shoulders as your cunt tightens. "mmm -- you could stay here all fucking hanukkah, let me feed you, buy you fucking presents, eat this pretty pussy every morning -- you know my family loves you, they'd love you being here -- they think i need to cuff you fucking yesterday --"

he skims his thumb's knuckle over your clit, and you're cumming, legs too splayed around his lap to close, so you're embarrassingly pried open, your cunt clenching. you whine in his ear, broken, high-pitched. "pat -- oh, fuck, pat -- " he keeps his fingers working until you start squirming, the grind of your ass on his cock becoming too much.

with your panties pulled to the side, his condomed cock slips in easily, and when it does, he moans louder than you, his hands hard on your ass, fingertips a bruising brute force. not on purpose. he just can't help himself when it's you. "jesus christ, missed your pussy so fucking much." you're pliant, so he starts thrusting right away. the force sends you leaning into his chest. his dick slaps against your ass every time he sinks in. "other guys don't fuck you like me, do they?"

you say nothing, but you whimper, burying your face into his neck.

you expect it when he pulls your hair. not hard, just enough to make you look at him. "do they?" he slows to hard, pumping thrusts, like he's milking your cunt.

"they don't," you moan, head lolling against his tug. "they don't -- god, just fuck me, pat, fuck me -- please -- "

he does, releasing your hair. after pounding you raw, he cums with a long, husky moan, eyes rolling, the back of his head against his headboard. the condom fills with cum, and you feel its barrier swelling with warmth every time your pussy twitches.

you pull off and lay beside him for a second, catching your breath. your panties are too wet to keep wearing, so you strip them off, kicking them somewhere in the room. when you open your eyes, you see patrick looking at you.

"i was thinking -- "

"you do that?"

"never mind," he laughs, pushing his sweaty curls off his forehead. "... you did end up saying please."

"alright, i'm leaving." his ego's practically pushing you out of the room. when you stand, pulling your sweater over your head, you realize you can't see your panties through the utter man of his room, messy and disorganized. they're dark, too. you groan.

"what?"

"nothing. i just -- look, i -- my family's doing, like -- a thing today, so i have to go." they're not. you just need out of there.

after you leave, patrick's scrambling for your panties. he took note of where they landed.

[mourninglamby]

god it's so nice to see your takes on things genuinely

As flawed as it is, i think dsmp is still an incredibly interesting and unique narrative about abuse, how it affects different people, and how it's spread and normalised. It's not a satisfying or clean narrative by any means, but i still think that it approaches its themes in a way that's fundamentally different than any other form of media and it's still worth it to spend time analysing it.

i don't know if the fact that actual abusers worked on it has anything to do with it (i would hazard a guess and say yes, but i digress), but oftentimes it genuinely feels like a look into the internal machinations of abusers, and i think it can make people more aware of the warning signs. and good analysis is the #1 way to actually bring that lesson to the surface, since the story wasn't written with that moral in mind but just stumbled onto it.

so, thank you for giving this smpand its story the time of day, i think that it's genuinely something that's worth doing and it's nice to see someone put themselves out there like you do (since i know how a lot of fans are), have a lovely day!

Ugh this is all worded soooo perfectly. This story is truly the most unique look into abuse and it never even used to word …….forgive the long tangent I’m about to go on but it’s important!! I know there is a bigger conversation to be had, particularly about the meta and the way Tommy played ctommy/how he interacted with the adults on the server, which greatly influenced the delivery of the abuse plotline. Tom Simons played Ctommy epistemologically, so the characters’ knowledge, for the most part, extended only as far as his did. Which created a devastating story ! Especially concerning cwilbur!

I wanna actually talk abt how the word “abuse” was never used, despite it permeating thru the entire narrative. This was on purpose of course. Tommy The Guy was 16. His outlook on abuse and the nuances of it likely weren’t developed enough for him to ever really understand what was happening to his character until it was too late. And in that vein, Clayton Ray Huff and william gold also didn’t think harder about the harm they caused not just Tommy, but everyone else they hurt irl. And I’ll never forget Tommy’s cry for justice before that HORRIBLE ending, saying in his twitch chat that “cdream drove ctommy to suicide!” Or when he told his chat they were Also being manipulated by c!dream, after his first prison visit. It’s so complicated and so difficult to talk about, but it’s absolutely necessary when the story itself never really…. Understood the topic it was portraying. The level of abuse apologism and victim blaming present in this fanbase had such an awful effect on me and my friends, and again, that was intentional. Send the audience they curated to silence any conversation that might allude to blaring red flags. BUT! I’m in a better headspace to discuss the intricacies of its harm and how it failed, and simultaneously investigate how it managed to be so Real.

As for the story being written by a handful of actual abusers … well……. It’s no wonder it ended like a punch to the throat. Absolute horse shit spun from the mouths of men who know what they are, and want to keep being that way. Wilbur thinks he can just Leave for a while and everything would go back to normal. Dream thought he could Start Over so that no ACTUAL consequences would ever reach him. They learn NOTHING because they don’t believe they have to. It’s sick. But it’s always necessary to remember when analyzing the train wreck of an ending both men concocted. Dsmp failed as damage control because they played abusers in that story too. And abusers don’t think they’ve done anything wrong. Completely incapable of introspection.

Okay I’ve talked enough lmfao but . I’m rly thankful I get to receive anons like this … I do not think I’m the smartest person by a long shot and seeing other people articulate these thoughts and introduce me to new things has been very healing and validating. It’s much better than the ppl who would flat out deny it or harass me lol.

[poppy-metal]

hi hello yes can I hear about what tashi's training sessions for art look like. I think if I don't hear more about this I shall explode

hehe - the thing is, arts kind of a natural at it. he just had the wrong view on bdsm as a whole - as most people who dont partake in it do - thinking it was all whips and chains and the more severe side of things and, and, art cant see himself wanting to hit you with things like a whip - or wanting to chain you up. but tashi is more than happy to teach him its much more than that.

"bdsm is mostly about mutual trust and consent." she states more or less plainly. and art kinda blinks because he hadn't thought about it that way. he likes the idea of trust and consent. its kinda his whole thing. "the sub has the power." that makes his eyebrows draw together.

"but. they're getting dominanted - isn't. doesn't that mean giving up power... to the dom?"

tashi shakes her head. he's so naivě. "its about the submissive giving that control over willingly. and having the power to retract that submission back at any point they desire. its a gift. they're trusting their dom to give them what they need. bdsm should always be about the subs pleasure. sometimes that pleasure looks different for different couples. a sub could find pleasure in being hit, sure, but they could also find pleasure in servicing their dom. in following rules. in simply being told to sit and look pretty. the doms pleasure should come from fulfilling that. a good dom, anyway."

when she puts it like that - its easier for art to hop on board. he hadn't thought of it that way, but he thinks about it now. about you trusting him, trusting him with what turns you on, gifting him your submission and trusting him to give you what you need. he likes that alot.

"you can practice on patrick and me." tashi tells him and he chokes.

its news to him to learn both patrick and tashi are switches. well, both of them lean more dominant, but sometimes they like the feeling of giving that power up. though she explains they both have more of a tendency to be a brat.

"i have a feeling you'll like brat taming. especially when it comes to your wife - she doesn't know it yet, i think. but she's definitely in need of discipline. its why she wants to be spanked."

and though art was initially against the idea of laying his hand on you, on anyone - tashi again explains it to him in a way that makes perfect sense somehow. like all the pieces of a puzzle sliding into place, fitting perfectly.

"brats usually just want one thing - attention. being brought to heel after acting out is your way of showing them you hear them. you care about them enough to correct their behavior and set them on the right path."

she also adds, "it's also a really high endorphin rush - challenging someone and having that challenge met. that's what i like about it. with giving and receiving. i like being challenged and coming out on top, and i like doing the challenging and meeting my match."

and suddenly he thinks he understands you better than he ever has before. he'd thought you cruel. spiteful and he'd wondered if you even loved him anymore countless times. through this lense though - a new narrative comes to light. one where you just want his attention. where you just want him to show you he cares. he thinks he's neglected you terribly in that aspect. he's always one to back down and concede. he didn't want to overstep your boundaries, but maybe you'd simply been issuing a challenge this whole time and he'd refused to strike back. he feels stupid for not realizing it sooner.

tashi sees him realize it, and puts her hand over his. "would you like to try? i know i said the submissive is the one with the power - but a doms feelings are just as important. you should both want it."

he does want to try.

its a different dynamic than he's used to with tashi. when together, she usually takes the lead. there hasn't been any..... bdsm elements to their sex, but he definitely follows her direction. in a way - its not that different. he's listening to what she tells him. and she's not shy about what she likes.

she doesn't like to be smacked hard - quick swats on her ass are what she likes best. alternating between cheeks so the burn isn't delegated to just one area.

she spreads herself over his lap in her little black panties and wiggles her butt. she smirks at him over her shoulder - "its okay to get into it." she tells him. "a brat wants to piss you off. they want a reaction. its no fun if you're being a pussy about it -"

art swings his hand down then - because a little spark of irritation does go through him - he hates being called names. tashi gasps and rocks back into it. art feels himself harden. bites his lips as he palms her ass.

"green?" because he'd learned the color system just about an hour ago.

tashi arches back against him - "green." she reassures him and he spanks her again. the moan she lets out is encouragement enough to keep going.

he's suprised by how much he likes it. he likes smoothing his palm over her ass after a smack, soothing her into a false sense of security before he's at her again. he feels the heat from her skin from each smack. feels the damp of her cunt against his thigh and he imagines you like this. spread out over his lap, but you're squirming, squirming away from the pain but you're still saying green everytime he asks.

you're not tashi though - so he reigns in the urge he has to suddenly hit harder. focuses in on tashi again.

but she smiles at him like she knows where his mind went anyway.

"i bet she'd like it harder." tashi goads. she's rubbing her pussy against his thigh. "knowing her - yeah, she'd want you to beat her black and blue. until she was crying. then she'd want you to kiss it better. coddle her like the baby she is."

his cock throbs in his sweats. he palms her ass. "tashi." he warns.

"c'mon you've had to imagine it. I know i have." she huffs and continues to rock back and forth against him. getting herself off. "god, she'd look so hot with her little ass turned red. you could probably slide right inside her after - she'd be so fucking wet - ah!"

art spanks her again. than again. again and again until tashi is panting and he's sliding a hand under her body to slip his fingers inside her cunt where shes hot and wanting

"yes, that's it." she gasps. "god you're so good at this -"

he takes the praise in stride, pumps his fingers aggressively into her until shes creaming around him. shuddering in his lap.

he runs a palm down her slick back. gentle. thinks about you again, and how soft and limp you'd be after he was done with you. how he'd get to just hold you after and pour his love into you and you'd be too fucked out to do anything but accept it.

tashi sits up. she palms his hard cock and art groans.

"now i want you to think of her." she tells him as she slides her hand into his sweats and grips him in her fist. "fuck my hand like its her mouth. show me how you'd make her take it -"

art thinks this'll be the end of him. he loses himself in the thought. its like tashi isn't even there. there's just the heat of her palm around his dick and he's punching his hips up into the tight circle of it - thinking of the wet tight heat of your throat. he thinks of all the harsh words you'd spewn his way recently - thinks of punishing you for them - for being a lying little brat - why couldn't you just tell him this is what you wanted - he would have learned sooner - he would have done anything you wanted - but you're so fucking stubborn. such a stubborn girl. more so than he is, because at least now hes trying. hes changing for you.

he'll come get you. and then he'll have a few things to show you - things will be different. you'll see.

[bro-atz]

cherry blossom [flower garden — seonghwa]

in which: seonghwa wants to take you on an animal crossing date under the cherry blossom trees.

pair: seonghwa/gn!reader

word count: 1.3k

content: fluff, romance, love, nicknames (baby), animal crossing references, a proposal, things that are just overall cute and lovely (like seonghwa)

rating: PG/PG-13 | safe for work!

flower garden masterlist

"Seonghwa, I don't understand what the big rush is," you told him as he dragged you through the city. "The cherry blossoms aren't going anywhere anytime soon."

"I know, but I want to get there before the huge crowd comes in since it is the weekend," Seonghwa answered while continuing to pull you along.

You rushed through the city before arriving at the park where rows of cherry blossom trees lined the park path. You let out an astonished sigh. The cherry blossom petals were floating down as the brisk, spring air swirled around you.

"Wow," you breathed out.

"It was worth the rush, right?"

"Yes."

Seonghwa's hand, which was originally firmly holding your wrist as he navigated through the crowds of people, slipped down to your hand, and he laced his fingers with yours before walking along the path.

The two of you were completely silent as you took in the beauty of nature. A couple of the petals fell onto your hair, and you only realized it when Seonghwa brushed them out of your hair. You looked at him and were about to thank him when you saw petals in his hair. You brushed it out, and the two of you giggled at how you both were taking care of each other.

Seonghwa led you to a clearing near the park where a picnic blanket was already laid out, and there was a basket sitting on top of the blanket. You sat down with him, your eyes wide as you thought you were just sitting on some random person's blanket.

"Should we really be here—"

"I set this up," Seonghwa interrupted you, a small smile on his face. "This was the main reason I was rushing, actually."

"Oh my God— Why would you do that? You could've just brought all of this with us when we left the home instead of coming here, setting it up, then coming back home to pick me up."

"I wanted to surprise you," Seonghwa said before diving into the basket.

You thought he was going to pull out food, but instead he pulled out your Nintendo Switches. You stared at the device in confusion as Seonghwa handed yours to you. He immediately turned his on and opened up the game he was previously playing— Animal Crossing.

"What...? Hwa, I'm confused."

"It's an Animal Crossing date," Seonghwa explained cheerily. "We're going to go on a date in the cherry blossoms forest while we sit here under the cherry blossom trees.

You couldn't help but laugh loudly— you knew that Seonghwa had been wanting to go on an Animal Crossing date, but you didn't think for a moment that he was going to take you out on a literal date before going on a date in the game. You turned your game on as Seonghwa got closer to you and rested his head on your shoulder.

"Aren't you uncomfortable, baby?" you whispered to him.

"Not really... I'd rather cuddle with you, but then we wouldn't be able to play the game."

Seonghwa was so Animal Crossing driven that he was willing to sacrifice comfort to play— fitting. You nodded and started playing the game properly, only for you to question Seonghwa.

"Whose island are we going to? And what are we doing?"

"Come to mine. I want to take you petal hunting, and I want to craft all the cherry blossom recipes since I unlocked all of them for the festival but haven't made all of them yet because I wasn't able to collect enough petals last year."

Hearing Seonghwa ramble about the cherry blossoms and the recipes that he was excited for so that he could renovate his home made you realize that your boyfriend was a complete dork. He was a cute dork— he was your cute dork, and you loved him so freaking much. Also, who were you to judge when you were just as dorky?

The second you got to his island, you and Seonghwa got to work. You chased the petals all through his island, the two of you getting slightly frustrated when you missed a petal, only for that frustration to turn into a fit of giggles; and every time you passed by each other in the game, you would both say hi to each other in real life but in the high pitch that the Animal Crossing characters would speak to each other.

If there were people around you watching what you were doing, they would definitely be judging you, but you and Seonghwa were in a world of your own, and you were having so much fun. Seonghwa was definitely right when he said an Animal Crossing date would be fun.

You would drop off the petals for Seonghwa to collect, and you sat on one of the chairs as you watched him get to work crafting every single cherry blossom event item. When he finished everything, you clapped in the game, making Seonghwa laugh in real life.

At that point, Seonghwa had sunk down so that his head was in your lap, and you were petting his hair as he clicked the buttons to craft every item. Not going to lie, his eyes were fluttering, and he was so ready to fall asleep from what you could tell, but he would shake his head to wake himself up then get back to it because he had to finish everything. Once he finished everything, he sat up and excitedly said, "I made the outdoor picnic item, so let's go on a picnic date!"

You couldn't help but laugh— he was really making you relive the events of your day in the game, but you loved it.

Seonghwa sprinted somewhere in the game the second the two of you left his house, leaving you standing in front of his house completely confused.

"Hwa, where'd you go?" you asked him in real life.

"I'm going to set the picnic up."

"Like... The same way you did today? Get it ready then come take me?"

"Correct."

You stifled a giggle then nodded. You stood around in the game and waited for Seonghwa to return to his house when he was ready for you. It only took him a couple minutes to return to you. You somehow managed to walk side by side in the game as Seonghwa led you to a clearing similar to the one you were in, stray cherry blossom petals floating in the wind in the game as well. Everything looked pretty similar to real life, except there was one difference in the game— there was a sign near the picnic. You approached the sign and pressed A to read it.

"Look up."

You looked up from the game to see Seonghwa kneeling before you, a ring box between his hands. Your switch slipped out of your hands and onto your lap as your eyes darted from the box to Seonghwa and back. You covered your mouth when you saw Seonghwa open the box to reveal the wedding ring he picked out for you, tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

"Will you marry me?"

You nodded, the tears actually slipping out of your eyes as you gave him your response.

"Hwa... Yes. I'll marry you," you barely managed to say as you were overcome with way too many emotions in that moment.

Beaming, Seonghwa took the ring out of the box and held out his hand. You placed your shaking hand into his and let him slip the ring onto your finger. You barely had time to admire the ring— Seonghwa cupped your face, and you looked up at him to see his beautiful boba eyes shining and also welling up with tears.

Happy tears rolled down your cheeks as you and Seonghwa shared a passionate kiss under the cherry blossom trees, the petals continuing to dance around you.

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[memento-rory]

angsty schlattxf!reader where he has BIG feelings for her but she’s in a happy relationship? i don’t think there’s enough schlatt angst

also can i be 🐠 anon if it’s not already taken? :)

oh the YEARNING!!!!! couldn’t decide if i wanted to go w/some rando for medium angst or ted for Maximum Angst…… guess what i did :) (also yes you can. welcome to the anon club and thank you for being here!)

schlatt has been into you since the moment he laid eyes on you. it’s like you were made up in some factory just for him — able to keep up with his banter, loving the same music he does, challenging him on things he was 100% certain about, so caring and thoughtful, always there to lend a hand or an ear should he need it… and the fuckin’ bitch of it all is that ted got to you first.

he tries to ignore the way his stomach flips as ted moves your hair from your face, the pang in his chest when ted draws a laugh from you, the way his skin heats up to an uncomfortable degree when ted kisses you.

it’s not fuckin’ fair.

ted’s a real stand up guy, and schlatt has always thought this, but sometimes he wishes ted was a shittier guy. not shitty enough to really hurt you — he’d never want anything or anyone to hurt you — but just shitty enough to be a mediocre boyfriend, to make you see that you’d be much happier with him.

it gets to the point where every time ted brings you up, schlatt falls silent, trying his damndest to tune him out so it doesn’t hurt so goddamn bad. ted always notices, schlatt knows he does, but neither of them ever say anything about it. they just move on.

you accompany ted to a small gathering of sorts, and when he leaves your side to go do some networking, you find schlatt, because of course you do. he’s one of your closest friends, always a safe haven in a sea of people you don’t know very well.

but it feels different this time. you’ve caught on to the way he clams up every time your name is mentioned, and when you sit down next to him and he stiffens, it confirms your worst fears.

he hates you. something has changed and he hates you.

“schlatt,” you murmur, unsure if he’ll be able to hear you over the other people in the room, but you can’t bring yourself to be any louder, “are we okay? do you hate me all of a sudden?”

schlatt looks right at your face for what feels like the first time in forever, his stoic expression melting into something much softer at your words.

“we’re okay, toots. don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

“you don’t hate me?”

“‘course not.”

but he wishes he did.

[ashoss]

I have some ideas regards PJO x DC

Steph and Tim:

I love the idea of Tim or Steph being mortal and struggling to feel of any value when their predecessors were the kids of gods.

But like it only works if one of them is Mortal because I feel like Tim won’t feel out of place for long enough before Steph comes around to maximise angst potential (if my understanding of the timeline is correct) And Steph probs wouldn’t feel inferior mortality wise if Tim is also Mortal.

Like it’s gottta be one or the other if you get what I’m saying.

Duke:

I love the idea that Duke is mortal but still a Meta so he doesn’t feel as out of place with his powers because it’s normal in the world of Gods and maybe as a result the kids know how to help him. But he has to adjust to the idea that they exist and some of the bad guys they fight that may look like mob members aren’t they’re monsters and at first he can’t see that but then eventually he learns to see through the mist using his powers somehow.

Babs:

I love mortal Babs who just stubborns her way into the family business. I think it really helps to establish her determination.

Bruce:

I have the idea that Bruce is a legacy and thus clear sighted and that’s part of why he became Batman. Because he saw all these horrible monsters that most people don’t know are there and he couldn’t stand the thought of demigod children being forced to fight against them before some of them even have any training. Thus the Batman deals with his regular real world threats like the joker and the mob while also killing what monsters he can to make the world just a little bit safer for the demigod children out there

yeah i was thinking abt mortal tim and steph- it would absolutely be fantastic for the angst angle- tim feeling as if hes not as good as dick and jason who are demigods. mortal steph would also be interesting and i was also considering it just because i cant really find a parent that fits her. her being mortal would also add to her angst aspect, feeling like shes not good enough for the batfam because theyre all powerful, etc etc…

duke i do want to not be involved in the greek world at first. him as just a regular meta would also play into how different he is from the other bats normally- the only meta, the daytime bat, yknow. it would be really interesting to see how his powers could also affect his understanding of the greek stuff, how he could potentially see through the mist a bit, even if not a lot. i made a post on how he might be more affected by the godly aspects of them, how he may see their eyes as being a bit too… inhuman and how their veins seem to be a bit too gold (also how if he ever were to run into a god he might see them brighter than anyone else does.) just a lot of good stuff to consider with duke.

babs i def want to be mortal. she starts off as mortal- clearsighted or not, and then learns about everything via dick or bruce. im thinking post TKJ, after she takes on oracle she might get a visit from apollo who gives her something, unsure what. so yeah mortal babs with a blessing from apollo.

and yeah, bruce is either a clearsighted mortal, a mortal who learned abt the greek world (whether it be thru diana or somewhere else) and made himself see thru the mist, or a legacy. and yes should deal with both the regular criminals and monsters. im thinking wayne manor could be a safeplace for some demigods in gotham. idk bruce is a demigod magnet.

(it could also be interesting to explore alfreds role in this- ive seen some stuff for hestie son/devotee alfred, or satyr alfred- and i think having him be some sort of magic could be intriguing. he could potentially set of the same kind of forcefield around wayne manor to keep monsters out. might be worth looking into hecate kid alfred?)

[smittywing]

Third Time's a Charm

The threesome fic no one asked for. Because I slept too much today and need social interaction now. :P I have this vision for a three-fic series where Stephanie and Tim declare themselves Jason's new Outlaws (Jason despairs of their definition of 'outlaws') and they end up doing a bunch of Leverage-type missions. And eventually they all end up together.

“I love making terrible people sad,” Steph crowed, raiding the fridge for beers. She was stripped down to her sports bra and leggings and she draped herself over Tim as she pressed a bottle into his hands. 

Jason released the catch on his helmet and exhaled into the cool air of their de facto headquarters as the AC hit his sweaty face. “Great job, team.” 

He wasn't Bruce. He wasn't going to be. After action reports could wait for the morning. His team had earned the night off. 

“Steph, it's too hot,” Tim protested and pushed his cold bottle against her chest. She yelped and hopped up on the counter. 

“Jason, you want beer, right?” She waved the third bottle at him. 

“Absolutely.” He put up a hand and Steph threw it with true aim. Condensation slipped down the bottle but Jason caught it securely in his glove. “Timbo, you okay?”

~

And also:

~

“Hey.”  Jason stepped into the gym. The lights came up. “What are you doing sitting here in the dark?”

“Ugh.” Steph shook out her head and shoulders and stood up. “I've been trying to nail this combo for hours and I’ve clearly been resting too long.”

“Or not enough,” Jason countered. Steph’s hands were wrapped but the tape was coming undone. “May I?”

Steph laughed. “Knock yourself out.”

Jason tucked in the end of the loose piece of tape and thumbed it smooth. “Bruce always teaches combos slow and has you build up speed,” he said. “But you need the speed of the spin to bring enough energy into the kick. So in this case, you're going to want to do it fast and sloppy and work on tightening up your form once you're doing it.”

“Is that even allowed?”

“Revolutionary, right?” Jason flashed her a grin. 

“You know,” Steph said slowly. 

“Hmm?”

“Tim’s not the only one.”

Jason released her hand. He knew Steph and Tim were still close, maybe even closer than when they'd been dating, but there was still that mean little hiss of jealousy in his gut when she talked about Tim like that. 

“The only one what?” He sounded guarded, even to himself and hated it. 

“Who's had a crush on you.”  Steph met his eyes and shrugged, almost hesitantly. Definitely without her usual glowing confidence. 

Jason blinked. 

Because he and Tim. Tim and him. 

“I’m just saying,” she said quickly. 

“You mean you?”  

“Who else - yes, me.” Steph crossed her arms defensively and Jason realized just how badly he'd fucked up. 

“I I’m flattered,” he managed. “I'm just.” Were he and Tim telling people about them? Was there a them? If there was, wouldn't Tim have told Stephanie?  “I'm kind of confused?” he confessed. 

Steph rolled her eyes. He was so out of his depth. “Okay, forget it,” she huffed. “I just thought if you and Tim would be open to…being a little more open. I mean, Tim adores you. But he thinks he's not enough for you and - oh God, I’m a fucking idiot.”

“No,” Jason said immediately, because this was something he was sure of. “You're not an idiot. You think? Me and you and Tim? All of us?”

“Would I say anything if I didn't think it would work?” Steph said acidly. 

[arahusk]

“I need his soundwaves.”

Husk did all he could to not just give the longest fucking sigh of his life. Who knew if doing so would set the Overlord seated across from him off? Though as far as he’d known, Valentino was usually the one that resorted to a murderous rage whenever he got slighted.

No, he didn’t know what Vox would do exactly, and that made him a bit more dangerous.

“Don’t know why you’re telling me.” Husk relaxed his wings behind the chair, crossing his arms as he waited for whatever would happen next. “Is that what you kidnapped me for? Might as well have tried to go for the boss.”

Vox steepled his heavy claws underneath what would have been his chin if he had a normal head, but was now just the bottom portion of a bootleg version of a Samsung LED. Those same claws tapped just against his own screen for a face, sounding almost brittle. Must have been some cheap manufacturing. 

“Listen, you and I have the same goals, don’t we? I thought we could help each other out.” At that, Vox leaned back, putting on a showman smile that instantly reminded Husk of bad things. “Overlord to…once-Overlord. I still got a lot of respect for you!”

Husk rolled his eyes. “If your idea of respect is to get me drunk and then bring me back to your tower with a bag over my head, then that’s one hell of a definition change.”

A small spark passed over Vox’s antennas. His smile also twitched—or maybe it was just a visual glitch. “And now you’re at the dinner table of my own home. You gotta give me credit for my hospitality here!”

With that, he pushed forward another glass of scotch that he’d been serving since Husk woke. And despite it all, Husk didn’t feel like turning down a drink, even if that was why he was here in the first place.

“And let’s cut through the bullshit, alright?” Vox said with a bit more impatience now. “Alastor is never going to willingly join me, even though it would be in his own best fucking interest now. His soundwaves, my video feed; and all of Hell would be so fucking easy to control. I’ve told him every damn time and he just refuses!”

Husk downed his drink, the buzz helping deal with Vox’s irritating voice. “Yeah, he’s a stubborn prick.”

“Right?!” Vox shook his head, another spark shooting from his head. “Video is a big sell, but it only works when people are watching! So all those blind Hell citizens or the ones with no fucking eyes are not falling under VoxTek’s influence. That’s half of my demographic just slipping right through my fingers!”

If Husk had the energy, he’d have thrown this glass right at Vox’s stupid head. He’d have loved to see that screen shatter, those eyes fragmented and asymmetrical. Instead, he shrugged. “How generous of you to think of being so…accessible.”

Vox, apparently having no clue how badly Husk wanted to murder him, just nodded. “Exactly! VoxTek is here to broadcast to everyone, for everyone… To get everyone. And one way or another, I’m going to finally get our video-radio sync into reality. And you, Husk, you’ll also get what you want. Because if he joins me, he won’t have a hold on you anymore.”

Claws clinking against the glass, which was, unfortunately, already empty. “You can’t guarantee that.”

“Oh, I can.” Vox grinned, spreading out his arms. They sat within the very top of the Vees tower, the great view of Pentagram City shown through giant windows. Buildings plastered against the red backdrop of a morbid sky. “My full guarantee or your money back, with interest.”

Liar, Husk thought, but didn’t say anything. No, he considered…

Then he shook his head. “Alastor will suspect. So unless you’re guaranteeing he won’t tear my soul the moment he finds out, I’m not taking the risk.”

“Come on, old pal. Don’t be like that!” Vox slicked up his voice with so much oil, its toxicity was making Husk’s fur curl. “Work with me here. He trusts you!”

Husk scoffed. “He does not trust me.”

“Yes. He. Does!”

Vox’s voice was grating and loud, enough to make Husk fully turn to him—which was a stupid mistake. The alternating colors of red and blue that made up half of Vox’s screen engulfed Husk’s vision. The hypnotism worked startlingly fast, loosening up his limbs and making him tilt his head. It was only the last vestige of willpower—his claws pricking at his knee—that got Husk to shake out of it. The nausea left him as fast as it came.

“Are you fucking crazy?” he asked, which was also stupid. Of course the obsessive T.V. Overlord was crazy.

But maybe Husk didn’t expect the man to sound so insanely jealous, too.

Just like that, Vox’s screen went back to normal. He cleared his throat and fixed up his bowtie. The smile was back on his face, as perfect and charming as a sleazy car salesman. “Sorry about that, buddy. Got a little hot under the collar there. I just thought you’d be a bit more aware of your situation.”

Husk was getting tired of this, and was already picturing himself breaking through that window and flying right out. But he was still recovering from his hangover, and the hypnosis attempt hadn’t helped matters.

“Of course you’d know, huh?” He dimly wondered just how many surveillance cameras Vox had on him throughout the years.

“I do, as a matter of fact.” Then, his smile became more of a sneer. “Old-timey prick even told me once he considers you his friend. You, that little maid freak, and that cannibal bitch.” A chuckle left him, laden with static, electricity sparking up and down his antennae. “So trust me when I say, I know.”

Husk frowned, but mostly because he didn’t know what to say. His hand tightened over his now empty glass.

Alastor never made any sense to him. (He wished he did, the stupid idiot.)

Vox went back to a gleaming smile. He pushed another glass towards Husk, this time with some of the more expensive stuff. The alcohol glimmered like ambrosia.

“Now, be reasonable, and let’s talk business.”

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Heaven is not fit to house a love (like you and I) | Part 4

Word Count: 6.1k

Genre: smut, angst, fluff

Summary: When you first met your boyfriend, it was love at first sight. No, more than that. It was love before you even met. It felt like you had known each other in another life and were meant to find each other again. 

But that's not actually true, is it? You and Beomgyu don't actually know each other from another life, and the dreams you've been having aren't memories of your past life either. That's ridiculous. 

But then why does Beomgyu get so defensive about them? And why does each dream feel more real than the one before? 

A/N: this is the sequel to my series YAMQN but I'm trying to write it in a way that it would be comprehensible to people who have never read YAMQN. The parts in italic are the dreams. 

Warnings: fem!reader, breast play, humping, slight somnophilia, switch!reader, switch!beomgyu, mentions of past rape, yandere!beomgyu, reader gaslighting herself

He is lying on his side with his arms wrapped around you, staring at you, while you lay on your back, one hand on his arm draped over your chest and your eyes staring up at the ceiling. You’ve been lying like this since your alarm went off, waking you so you can start getting ready for work, though you think Beomgyu may have been awake even earlier. 

Your middle finger traces a small line over a vein on the back of his arm, feeling the warmth there as if you can feel his life’s blood. His grip on you is steady, confident, and he never takes his eyes off you. 

“Don’t you get tired of it?” You ask softly, voice heavy with sleep. You don’t elaborate on what you mean, and Beomgyu doesn’t ask for it. 

“No.” Comes his quick reply. ”Because just being here with you like this… It makes it all worth it.” 

You finally turn to look at him, and your heart swells up in your chest. You love him so much. Despite everything, you love him.  

“Call in sick for me.” You tell him and he jumps at the opportunity, not hesitating for a second. He grabs your phone and dials your work, making up some bullshit story about you being sick and needing to stay home. You’re usually a dedicated worker despite the grief Beomgyu brings you–because of the grief Beomgyu brings you. The harder he makes it for you, the more you want to hold onto your job because it gives you independence from him and prevents you from being completely codependent on each other the way you know he desires and the way you find yourself secretly wishing you were when things get very tough and all you can think about is being wrapped up by him, protected and cared for and safe from the horrible, cruel world that causes you so much pain and suffering. Because why go out there to fight every day when you can be with him and let him take care of everything? 

But then you force yourself to push these thoughts away and act like a grown-up because despite your immense love for Beomgyu, you're not stupid enough to hang your entire future on a man in this day and age. Yes, he loves you but you’re sure all the women who made that mistake before you were also in love. Or at least you like to think you're not that stupid…But for today you’ll let him win. For today you’ll see what the alternative is. 

Beomgyu ends the call with your boss with a toothy smile on his face. He looks excited, like you’ve given him the best present ever and he jumps back in to take you in his arms, kissing the side of your face. 

“What do you want to do today?” He asks and you shrug, throwing the question back to him. “What do you want to do?” 

“I just want to be with you.” He admits and your heart clenches. 

“Let’s eat first. I’m starving” You tell him and he’s so excited he doesn’t even whine at your lack of reply to his loving proclamation. 

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Beomgyu makes sure to make the food for you. He keeps apologizing for not having a lot of materials to work with and lamenting the fact that he can’t make this dish or that dish as if you were expecting some extravagant feast. 

“Beomgyu, it’s just breakfast.” You reassure him but he shakes his head. “I want to give you the best. Do you want to go eat out? There is this really good restaurant 20 minutes away.” 

When he tells you the name of the restaurant, you frown. “Isn’t that place really expensive?” 

He shrugs. “Only the best for my princess.” 

You shake your head. “I don’t need something fancy, Beomgyu. Pancakes are fine.”

He frowns at that, seemingly upset that you don’t want the expensive restaurant. What’s the deal with him? Sometimes you think he dislikes that you don’t want him to spend his money on you. 

Still, in order to make him stop fretting, you say, “Being with you is enough.”  

That makes him light up, and he is suddenly content with pancakes too. 

“It looks nice outside. Maybe we can pack up some lunch and go for a picnic?” You suggest and he perks up even more. “Yeah. We've got some cold cuts I can make into sandwiches and we can grab some cupcakes or muffins on the way.” 

He sounds very excited about getting to spend the day like this with you and it makes you both happy that you've made him so excited by such a small thing but also sad that he has probably been feeling a bit neglected by you recently as you pulled away from him due to everything that’s going on with the dreams and Taehyun.

Well, today you'll make it up to him. Today, you'll set all your worries aside and just enjoy the day with your loving boyfriend. 

“Sounds good.” 

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Beomgyu made way too much food for the picnic and he insisted on preparing everything all by himself, wanting to pamper you. Maybe he himself also feels guilt over not stopping when you asked him to but in a way that makes you feel even worse. He didn’t know that you were serious and you’re no stranger to playfully whining for the other to stop when you’re messing around–even you have done it to him before–so you understand why he didn’t immediately stop. He must feel awful about it. You may be having issues with Beomgyu but that doesn’t mean that he would ever hurt you in that way. You’re his entire life and it's unfair to him to be having these disturbing thoughts, even if you can't control them. 

Maybe you just need to agree on a safe word so this doesn’t happen again… if you can even get yourself to get over your irrational trepidation every time you think about having sex with him now that is. 

“Beomgyu, I can feed myself.” You roll your eyes when he tries to put a sandwich to your mouth and push his hand away, feeling an uneasy sense of deja vu at the action. For some reason, the most random actions you or Beomgyu do feel like something you’ve done before. Every moment feels like you’ve lived it before and it’s freaking you out. You secretly worry that you’re losing your mind. 

He pouts, looking deflated at the small rejection. “I know. I just want to take care of you.” 

“I don't need you to take care of me.” You say again and he puts the food down, looking even more dejected at that. 

You sigh and open your arms. “Come here, Gyu.”

He eagerly gets into your embrace, laying his head down on your chest and letting you wrap your arms around him. 

You kiss the side of his head, breathing in his scent and feeling it soothe your anxiety like a healing balm. “I don't need all of this. I just need you. The you that I love, and not this crazy possessive guy that scares me.” 

“And I only ever want you.” He looks up at you, his eyes sad. “If I can be sure that you'll only ever be mine, I wouldn't act so crazy.” 

You want to argue with him, get angry that he's asking you to prove your loyalty to him as if you had cheated on him, but you also know that what you feel for Taehyun isn't completely innocent and it would be hypocritical of you to act like his worries are completely irrational. 

You sigh, looking at the park around you. You were at one of your favorite parts by the lake. Though it is a little hard to enjoy with so many people around, kids screaming and guys jokingly cussing each other out. You wish it would just be you and Beomgyu here. 

“You know these grounds once belonged to the royal family.” You tell Beomgyu, “Imagine having all this beauty to yourself. Wouldn't that have been wonderful?”

“I suppose so.” He mumbles unenthusiastically but you keep going. “Their lives must've been so easy. Eating good food, dressing in fancy clothes, sipping tea in their huge ass gardens…”

“I'm sure they had their struggles.” Beomgyu interjects and you snort. “Yeah right. Their struggles of where to spend all that money.”

“They didn't control their own decisions. They were trapped in what everyone else expected of them. They didn't choose what to wear, who to hangout with, what they want to do with their lives or even who to marry.”

Beomgyu's sudden speech gives you pause. “Damn I didn't know you were so passionate about royal life.”

Is he saying that because he wants to discourage you from talking about the prince dreams again? Well, you weren’t planning to mention them to him anymore, not after how twisted and ugly they’re become. 

He falters, seeming to realize how odd it was for him to get worked up over your silly complaints. “It's just… things aren't always what they seem.” 

“I suppose. I mean I hear that their lives were filled with deceit and betrayal, like killing each other for power and shit. I'd rather be poor and alive, thanks.” You finally say to lighten up the mood and he smiles, thankfully playing along. “I want you alive too.”

“How romantic.” You roll your eyes and he laughs. “I admit it's not one of my best lines.” 

“Well, good thing I got you some love poems to learn from.” You declare, pulling out the book you brought along to the picnic. 

“You just want to hear my sexy ass voice narrating your favorite poems.” He calls you out and you don’t even try to deny it. “Guilty. What, I can't take advantage of my sexy boyfriend?” 

“You can take advantage of me all you want, baby.” He says greasily and you pretend to gag. “Stick to the poems, loverboy. Don't waste your voice on these corny lines.” 

“Yes, princess.” He grins, grabbing the book from your hand and flopping his head on your lap so you can play with his hair while he reads your favorite poems.

Sitting there, with the love of your life in your arms, his deep voice reading out words of love and longing from the most gifted poets and writers of the world, you feel lucky. How could you not when those words that have moved millions over decades and centuries, driving them to long for a love just like that, feel like your reality. 

The love you have with Beomgyu is what those poems are written about. Yes, it can be dark and scary, but it can also be so, so beautiful. Just like now, with him sneaking glances at you in between every proclamation of love and adoration he reads off, as if his eyes can’t help but jump to you at every reminder, seeking the sight of the exact love they’re reading about.   

Yes, doing this was the right choice. You feel so happy and content right now, the sunshine beaming down at the both of you and warming up your skin can’t even compete with the internal warmth and love you feel holding Beomgyu at this moment. This is perfect. This is where you belong. And this is just what he’s trying to make sure lasts right? He acts crazy sometimes because he knows this love is too rare and special to lose, right? 

But the feeling of peace and happiness doesn’t last forever, and an unexpected gloom arrives in the form of one of your favorite poems–Annabelle Lee. Sure, it’s a sad and deeply moving poem but you didn’t anticipate the way it was going to affect Beomgyu. 

It all starts off normally, his rich voice setting the perfect tone for the beautiful poem as you play with his soft locks, running them through the fingers of one hand while the other gently massages his scalp. 

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

You smile to yourself as you look down at Beomgyu. It’s funny how that’s just what you were thinking–that all that matters is the love you share between the two of you. You bend down to press a kiss to his forehead, and giggle at the way he unconsciously lifts his head up to get closer to your lips. 

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea:

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Laughed loud at her and me.

Then he hesitates, pausing as he reaches the last line, and you have to nudge him gently to get him to keep going. You see his eyebrows knit together in a perturbed frown but he continues for you. 

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went laughing at her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

You try to smoothen the lines that formed between Beomgyu’s thick eyebrows but even another kiss to the troubled lines are of no use as his focus was now entirely on the book in front of him. His anxiety was palpable and infectious, and a strange sense of doom creeps up on your protective bubble. 

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we—

Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the laughter in heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:

Beomgyu's voice turned hoarse and patchy as he carried on, and you feel a prickling at the back of your throat as a profound and all consuming grief that you've never felt before and don’t think you have the capacity to contain threatens to engulf you. You hold onto him tighter, suddenly terrified. It’s silly. You’ve read this poem more times than you can remember, and sure it always moved you and made you sad, but it never caused you such gut-wrenching pain as it was doing right now. Whatever misery the poem was triggering in Beomgyu was transferring directly to you through your skin and suddenly the poet was Beomgyu and you were Anabelle Lee–he’d lost you and you can only sit there and watch him suffer and waste away as he cries over you. 

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Beomgyu's voice breaks completely as he utters ‘my life and my bride’ and by the time he finishes the poem, he is openly crying. You’re crying too, and hugging him tightly to you. You’re sure you’re both making quite the spectacle of yourselves but you don’t care. You hold him so tightly your fingers turn white and numb, and he does the same. The sense of loss that is filling you up is so intense and vivid, it's as if you've lived it. You’re scared that if you let him go, you’ll be taken away from him just like in the poem. 

“Why–” He sobs into your chest, his cries rattling your already injured heart. “Why did they have to be ripped apart?” 

“I don't know, baby.” You bend down to kiss his sweet lips, not really knowing what to say but wishing to calm him down–calm yourself down and try to shake off the irrational fear that something like this is going to happen to you. “Sometimes life is just cruel.” 

“No. I can't accept that.” He says resolutely, sitting up to face you and reaching out to hold your face in his hands. “Promise you'll never let anyone or anything take you away from me.”

“Beomgyu–” 

“Please…” His voice shudders as he tries to speak through his tears. “I can't lose you.” 

“Oh, baby.” You sigh, reaching out to wipe the sparkling tears off his face. Oh, how you'll say and do anything for this beautiful boy. 

“I promise.”

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When you get back to work the following day, Taehyun corners you in the back room as soon as he gets the chance. 

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks with concern in his voice and you look at him in confusion. “Yeah, why?” 

“You called in sick yesterday.” His eyes narrow, already suspicious. 

“Oh, right.” You remember Beomgyu calling in sick for you, and you try to brush off his concern. “Yeah, I’m fine.” 

But Taehyun doesn’t let your small slip up pass, now probably convinced there was some malicious reason behind your absence. “Are you sure? Beomgyu didn’t do anything weird, did he?” 

His question pisses you off, perhaps because you already feel so guilty towards Beomgyu for your unjustifiable aversion to being physical to him because of your dreams, but you certainly don’t want Taehyun to think Beomgyu is abusing you or something. “No, he didn’t. He took care of me all day yesterday.” You say sharply and Taehyun winces, realizing he has gotten off on the wrong foot with you and that you’re no longer tolerant of him denigrating your boyfriend’s image to you. 

“I’m sorry.” He quickly backs down, which is unusual for him, and you feel a twinge of sorrow for going off on him like that. He was just worried about you, but still, he was inadvertently part of the reason you and Beomgyu are having issues and you can’t help but feel frustrated and resentful about that.

“Whatever.” You try to brush him off and get back to the main work area but he is not done talking. 

“I shouldn’t have said what I said.” He goes on, stopping you in your tracks and you sigh. You know exactly what he’s talking about. “No, you shouldn’t have.”  

"Can we start over?" 

You stare at him, seeing the hope in his eyes and it brings you nothing but pain. “I’m not sure we can.” 

Maybe in another world you and Taehyun may have been something–in a world where you met him before you met Beomgyu, maybe. But you would be acting wilfully ignorant if you went back to your budding friendship with Taehyun. Because you know it upsets Beomgyu. Because you know it wouldn’t be just an innocent friendship and that there is more at play here. You need to nip it all in the bud before it grows out of control and suffocates your actual, real relationship with Beomgyu. 

You’re loyal to your boyfriend. Whatever strange and inexplicable feelings you hold for Taehyun should be abandoned and forgotten, and they can’t be if you keep being such buddies-buddies with him. 

His face falls at your response and you think you can detect an edge of anger to his voice. Why the hell is he angry? He has no right to be upset with you for setting boundaries in order to protect your relationship. “I was out of line. I get it. I swear it won’t happen again.” 

“It can't.” You affirm, getting angry yourself. “I'm dating Beomgyu. I love Beomgyu.”

Though Taehyun is usually good at managing his facial expressions, you can clearly see the way his face twists in pain at your proclamation. This is exactly why you have to stay away from each other. 

“I know that.” He says through gritted teeth. “Believe me I don’t want to be having these feelings as much as you do, but I can’t control it. There is something drawing us together and I know you can feel it too.” 

“Oh, come on, Taehyun, now you sound delusional like me.” You scoff, berating yourself as much as him. You’ve let this delusion get too far. “Next thing you’ll be saying you’re having dreams of us in a past life too.” 

“Don’t mock me.” He scowls, the hurt still plainly clear on his face no matter how hard he’s trying to hide it with his unjustifiable temper. 

You sigh again. This is not a fight you want to get into. It’s over. You have to end this. “I am not mocking you. But I can’t let whatever this is ruin what I have with the man I love.” 

At that, Taehyun turns and walks away wordlessly, and a deep wound opens up in your chest as you watch him leave. You do your best to ignore it. Just as suddenly and inexplicably these feelings developed for Taehyun, you’re sure they will pass away and everything will return back to normal. This is all just a result of the doubts that have been plaguing you about Beomgyu. It’s just your mind coming up with weird feelings and scenarios that mean nothing. Soon enough, you and Beomgyu will be living in mutual bliss like before and you’ll forget about this whole nightmare. 

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Beomgyu is holding back. You can see it. He tries to keep his desires in check so he doesn't hurt you again without meaning to. He doesn’t want to rush you but you can tell he is suffering. 

You can feel the way he reluctantly pulls away when his kisses get heated. You can see the way he averts his eyes when you wear something too revealing around the house. You can hear him when he sneaks to the bathroom in the middle of the night to relieve himself. 

And you can definitely feel it now in the way his unconscious body ruts against yours in his sleep. 

“Beomgyu…” You call out, mouth dry as you feel his cock grinding against your ass. 

“Princess…” He moans at the sound of you calling his name, his hips driving into your ass harder, still asleep. “Need you…”

And you'd be lying if you said you weren't affected too. You need him too. Your body naturally reacts to his, panties already getting wet as his bulge grinds between your legs. But you still haven’t been able to shake those disturbing images and feelings out of your head completely, especially not when he calls you princess. The word now carries an unexpected negative association for you.  

“Princess, please…” He cries in your ear, his fingers digging into your stomach. “Oh god, please.”

It makes you feel so fucking guilty to hear how desperate and needy he sounds, unconscious and unable to hold himself back like has been doing so many times recently. You want so bad to help. You want to push him on his back and ride his cock until he’s satiated and happy like he always gets when you fuck him, but you’re not sure you can. 

“Wake up.” You urge him, torn between the heat gathering in your belly and the suffocating feeling of being trapped in his hold. You want to help him–you want to help yourself–but you’re fucking scared that it would trigger those horrific images once again. 

But Beomgyu only whines and drives his hips into your harder. “My princess…”

“Beomgyu, wake up.” You call out once again, much more firmly this time, and he finally jolts awake, sitting up so he’s now hovering over you and checking you over. 

“Wha–what?” His first instinct is to make sure you’re safe and unharmed, looking over your body and touching you slightly all over to confirm you’re not injured. Then the confusion comes in–why do you have that look on your face?--but that only lasts a few seconds before the realization finally kicks in and his face crumbles in dismay. “Fuck, sorry. I’m so sorry. I've just been–”

“Needy? Yeah, I can feel that.” You push your thigh between his legs, trying to push away your unwanted feelings. He was so panicked about you being hurt that it all just makes you feel that much more guilty. Beomgyu would never hurt you. It was all in your head, and you want to get rid of it. You want to allow yourself to feel the love of your boyfriend again. 

“Oh, princess, I missed you so much.” He falls right into it, humping your leg just like you expected. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so weak.” 

“Aw, puppy…” You coo, brushing his hair out of his face so you can take a good look at the pathetic look on his face that you love so much. It sends a fucking jolt of electricity down to your already heated core. 

“It has barely been a couple of weeks.” You reprimand as if your panties weren’t rapidly getting wet right now. But Shame isn’t in Beomgyu’s vocabulary anyway. “A couple of weeks of having you right next to me and not being able to touch you. It was torture.” 

He pushes your nightshirt up and buries his face in your tits. You almost laugh, of course this would be the first thing the pervert does. Except what comes out of your mouth are not laughs but moans as his mouth quickly finds one of your nipples to wrap around. 

“Fuck, I missed these tits.” He mumbles, voice muffled as he continues to kiss and suck all over your breasts, making your back arch up into his touch and small whines escape your lips. 

“Good boy, gyu.” You whine, fingers pulling ruthlessly at his hair that you’re usually so careful and gentle with as he pulls your other nipple in his mouth and sucks harshly. Your hips thrust up against his body as you seek some relief from the liquid heat dripping out of you. 

He quickly notices and one of his hands sneaks between your legs to cup your soaked panties. He pulls off your nipples with an obscene pop, smirking cockily. “Looks like I'm not the only needy one here.”

You can't do anything but bite your lip as his palm kneads your sensitive pussy, your teeth tearing into the soft skin as you try to hold in your own needy moans. But Beomgyu doesn’t like that. He uses his other hand to pull your lip away from your teeth and push his thumb in so he has your mouth open and nothing in the way of the salacious noises he craves. 

“Beomgyu…” You slur, struggling to talk with his thumb pushing down on your tongue but it's clear from the way you push your pussy further against his hand what you want. 

“Are you gonna cum, princess?” He asks, his eyes raking up and down from your flushed face to your exposed tits as you arch your body up, seeking your high against his hand. 

“Uh-huh.” Drool dribbles down the corner of your mouth that is still held open by Beomgyu before he finally removes his thumb from your mouth and uses it to flick and pull at your perked nipple.

That extra bit of stimulation makes you cry and jolt as your orgasm comes crashing down like a wave onto your poor deprived body. If your panties were wet before, you're sure that now they've drenched and staining the sheets under you. 

But Beomgyu doesn’t care. He focuses on your face as the embarrassingly wet sounds of him continuing to palm your pussy through it all fill the room. 

He doesn't stop until after your body is no longer convulsing and just settling into a sluggish tremble as your slack open mouth lets out small, hoarse moans. 

Finally he stops, bending down to kiss you, his tongue easily slipping into open mouth and his hand wrapping around your jaw to get you to wrap your lips around it. You sluggishly respond, your mind still blank from the intense pleasure you just experienced. You didn’t even realize how much you'd missed his touch until now. 

But it's not over yet. You may have gotten what you needed but he is still as needy as he was before–even more so after the little show you put on for him, and you can feel exactly how much when pulls your soaked panties to the side to press his bare cock against your pussy. 

But as soon as you feel the head of his cock at your entrance, your body seizes up in terror and your mind goes into overdrive with image after image of that horrible nightmare. 

“No!” You shriek, trying to close your legs and push him away but you can't because he's lying between your legs and you only succeed in pulling him closer to you which freaks you out even more and you start sobbing. “No. Please, no.”

“What? What happened? What did I do?” He freaks out too. It must be such a whiplash for him. Everything was going so well and he probably doesn't understand what caused your sudden breakdown, but it's not like you can explain it to him when you don't even understand it yourself. 

All you know is that you don’t want him to stop so you just cry and shake your head. “Don't. Please, don't.” 

The blood drains from his face as he helplessly watches you descend further and further into this unprovoked mental break. “Baby, what's wrong? Just tell me what happened.”

He tries to reach out to calm you down but you finally manage to push him off you and scramble off the bed. “Stay away.” 

You pull your night shirt down to cover yourself. You feel disgusted, tainted, used. Why is this happening to you? What the fuck is wrong with you?

“Princess, please. Talk to me.” He pleads, and you can see his fists clutching tightly onto the bedsheets in order to hold himself back from leaping off the bed and taking you in his arms like you know he is dying to. That's his natural response. It's what his body and heart compel him to do. When you're hurt and in pain, that's what he does–he holds you, kisses you, comforts you, reassures you until you forget everything that has hurt you because nothing in heaven or on earth can get through him. He would never let anything hurt you. But how can he do that when he's the one who is hurting you? How can he protect you from himself? 

“You're killing me, baby.” He weeps, distraught and not knowing what to do with himself when he doesn’t even know how he's hurt you. “Please, please, tell me what I did so I can fix it.”

How can you say it? It's too cruel. If he's upset and miserable now, you don't want to think about what he'd be like if you revealed to him that the reason you have been withdrawing from him and reacting so negatively to his touch was because of the terrible disgusting images your fucked up brain decided to randomly conjure up and that he had no control over. It wasn't his fault and you were basically treating him like a rapist. 

But Beomgyu will not let it go. How can he when he can't even touch you without you reacting like he had burned you? He has to know. He deserves to know it's not his fault. 

“It's… the dreams.” You start, finding it difficult to talk through your parched throat. Your eyes flutter all over his face, searching for the smallest reaction to your words. You know he won't take it well–and you can't blame him. This is why he was so wary of the dreams. He didn't want them to infect your real life and now they have completely infested your brain. 

“I had an awful dream that you… that you..” You break down crying again. You don't want to say it. You don't want to break him twice. The worst thing is that they weren’t even just dreams anymore. It was like you were recalling actual memories. They come to you while you’re fully awake now. There is no escape and you don’t know what to do. 

“That I what?” He asks, voice so shallow with fear that it's barely a whisper. 

“That you… forced yourself on me.” You finally say it and the color drains completely from Beomgyu's face. “I tried so hard to push those images away. I know you would never do that to me but every time we touch–”

“I got it.” He cuts you off, not wanting to hear anymore. Beomgyu never shuts you up. He always wants to hear you talk–to hear every thought that crosses your mind. He soaks them all up whether good or bad. This is the first time he's ever had enough and that scares you more than anything. Is this how you ruin your relationship? Is this the final straw?

“Oh god, Beomgyu, I'm sorry.” You can hardly see through your tears so you walk closer to him, your need to be comforted by him, to know he still loves you, finally overpowering the heinous images in your brain. 

But your heart rips in half when Beomgyu flinches away from your touch. “Don't.” 

“I'm sorry.” You repeat, holding your arms out slightly from your body, waiting for Beomgyu to slot his own between them where they belong, selfishly needing him to make you feel better about everything when you’re the one who hurt him. “I'll do better. I will force myself to get through this. Just please…”

“Okay.” Beomgyu replies emotionlessly and gets off the bed and away from you. 

“Where are you going?” You ask him, terrified. “Are you leaving? I'm sorry, I swear. Forget about everything I said. I'll do whatever you want, just please–”

You walk towards him, reaching out to grab the top of his pants, intent on doing anything to make him stay but he pushes you off, disgust etched on his face. “No. Don't touch me.”

You knew those words hurt him when you said them to him before but you couldn't have imagined just how much, but as you stand now with those same words directed at you, it takes every fiber of you being not to hunch over from the agony they inflict on you. You never thought those wretched words would ever come out of Beomgyu's mouth–no, not your Beomgyu. And it's all your fault. 

“Please, don't leave me.” You cry, and Beomgyu looks at you in shock. “Leave? I told you I would never leave you.”

That brings you some comfort, but it's not complete as he continues to stand far away from you, and you make sure to tell him as much. 

“Then come hold me.” You ask petulantly. Is it hypocritical of you to demand physical closeness from him when you had before pushed him away when he was in your shoes? Yes, but you don't care. You just want him to stay and put your heart back together before you bleed out. 

“I need space. I need to think.” He says and you shake your head resolutely. “There is nothing to think about. I want you to stay.”

He gives you a smile so ingenuine it looked more like a grimace. “I'll see you in the morning.” 

“Don't walk out on me, Beomgyu.” You tell him, a threatening edge to your voice. Threatening what? You don't know. What are you going to do, sulk until he comes back? 

And he knows it too because he just shakes his head and tells you to get some sleep before he walks out. You scream after him, probably waking up all the neighbors but you don't care.

“Beomgyu! Come back! You're just gonna leave me here like this, you fucking asshole?” You scream and scream until your throat raw but he doesn’t come back, and with the last bit of your energy spent on your screams, you crumble to the ground and curl up into a ball–your knees pressed up to your chest and your arms wrapped tightly around them–trying to staunch off your hemorrhaging heart as your world falls away around you. 

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A/N: this will always remain my comfort fic despite how dark it can be. i will never get over this. anyway let me know your thoughts and depending on the result of this poll, the next chapter may be the last one or there will be one more chapter.

[livindeadgirlgrav]

Do you think Vincent can talk out of curiosity ? I like to think if he can he whispers mine in readers ear

Oooooooh I love this!

Do I think Vincent Sinclair can talk?

Honestly yes, I do think Vincent can speak. But I think he chooses not to. I mean we get to see how severe the physical damage left by his extraction from his twin brother, Bo was at the end of the movie. So I wouldn't doubt that Vinny doesn't have some type of speech problems like a speech impediment.

I like to think Vincent's mother wouldn't bully him for his speech but I'm not sure; But I wouldn't put it pass Bo to torment him enough to a point he just stops talking all together. I mean we see how Bo treats him; He's very narcissistic and manipulative. Just look at how Bo is able to abuse his brother enough to make him fall under his command and practically force/manipulate him to kill the towns people and anyone who wonders in. But regardless of all of the abuse his brother puts him through I truly think the siblings love each other just in their own ways.

Back to the topic, I do think Vincent can talk. But I don't see him shouting or yelling anytime soon. I like to think Vincent talks in a whisper/mumble forcing you to pay close attention to him. Also I think that would be the tell tell sign that he trust and loves you. If he does speak to you even in a whisper he's proving how comfortable he really is with you and that's a big accomplishment. I also love imaging what he would sound like, I think he would have a smooth deep voice with a thick accent like his brother. I also like to think he would possibly have a southern drawl kinda like Trace Adkins..(man I love a fine country men😩)

If I continue with my theories, it’s possible Vincent stopped talking to Bo and his father when he was little due to the abuse and it’s also possible Vincent went mute once his parents/mother died. Vincent was a good child and we hear in the movie that his mother thought he was talented(or was going to be talented). What I’m trying to say is that both boys loved their abusive mother, they are very much mama boys so I could definitely see them both suffering from losing her..I mean if we go back to the first time we meet Bo he’s in the church kneeling beside his dead mother (I believe it’s her due to the fact Bo apologizes when he’s in the church searching for Carly.)

But I could go on and on for days discussing my theories about the Sinclair brothers! Regardless I do think Vincent can speak he just doesn’t do it around new people or his mean abusive brother due to being scared of being made fun of. I love Vinny but just give him time to warm up to you and perhaps he’ll have a very small conversation with you. 🖤

Thank you tons for the request!! I love when you guys ask me questions like this! I love seeing others opinions and sharing my own! 🖤🖤

[searchingsomewhere]

All Too Well, Part 14

{"I still remember the first fall of snow, and how it glistened as it fell. I remember it all too well."}

poly!Gojo x OC x Geto

All I can say is, I hope you all are ready for what's to come.

All Too Well Masterlist

Part 1

Suguru was from a small village in the countryside. Miho couldn't hide her smile as the train passed by. Her heart fluttered stepping off the train. What would his parents think of her? Would they like her? Was she dressed nicely enough? Suguru had insisted her blouse and jeans were fine, but what if they thought that was too casual?

"You're thinking too much about it," Suguru laughed, grabbing her hand as they exited the station.

"Suguru's parents are really laid back," Satoru said, "and they'll love you anyway, so don't worry."

---

His parents were both very mild-mannered people, just like their son. Miho was met with open arms, and Satoru with a laugh and a pat on his back. As soon as she stepped inside the small traditional style home, Miho felt her shyness creep in and she could only nod politely while Satoru did most of the talking.

"Its so nice to finally meet you, Tsukiyomi. Suguru has told us so much about you," his mother said, bowing her head.

The five of them were seated around the low table. Miho's face burned at the thought of him telling his parents about her.

"So you're like them? A Sorcerer?" His father asked. "You're parents must be proud."

"Y-Yes," Miho said, "My mother could see curses, but she couldn't master any technique."

"He just kept going on about how sweet you are. He really is just smitten with you," his mother said, pouring Miho a cup of tea.

"Mother," Suguru groaned, rubbing the back of his head.

"After dinner I'll show you some of my favorite pictures-"

"Mother, please-"

---

"Eh?? Suguru you didn't tell me you used to wear glasses!" Satoru gasped.

"You were such a cute little kid!" Miho clapped her hands over her mouth. "Oh! Look at that one, Satoru!"

Suguru rubbed his face with his hand, ears burning red. His mother had pulled out several photo albums and was gleefully showing Miho and Satoru his youngest memories. His girlfriend and boyfriend both sat side by side on the couch, cooing and ahhing at every page.

"She's a sweet girl, Suguru," his father said, offering him a cup of tea. "I think you'll do just fine."

Suguru knew what he meant by that. Him becoming a Sorcerer had dashed his parents hopes of having grandchildren, but they understood the trade off of him helping people was worth it. But what about now, since they were all three together? What would their future look like together? He tried to imagine it; coming home to Miho and Satoru. When they were adults, it wouldn't matter what anyone thought.

He could see it then.

See himself teaching students side by side with Satoru, guiding the next generation of Sorcerers to their full potential. Visiting Miho in the library, as she'd surely become the next librarian. Closing the door to their shared apartment with an exhausted sigh, only to feel instantly better once he sat on the couch and laid his head in Miho's lap. And Satoru would come home, also exhausted, and lay his head on top of Suguru's just to make him laugh. A small smile played on his lips and he rested his chin on his hand, watching Miho and Satoru laugh together.

They'd do just fine.

---

Something hard pelted her in the back of the head. Cold, wet snow slipped down the back of her neck and she spun. "Satoru!"

The white haired boy cackled loudly, hands on his stomach. "Got ya!"

The two were standing in the field behind Suguru's family home. Suguru had offered to go with his parents shopping for dinner that night, giving his friends a knowing glance over his shoulder as they left. The field was covered in snow- the perfect place for a snowball fight.

Miho stood from where she was crouched, spreading her arms to cover her icy creation. "Don't hit the snowman! I'm gonna show Suguru when he gets back!"

"Better defend it then!" Another snowball hit her in the shoulder.

"Satoru, I'm warning you!" she laughed, gathering up snow in her hands.

Miho compacted the snow and threw it, narrowly missing him as he ducked out of the way. He swung his arm and she jumped away from her snowman. The snow hid a small incline in the soil- Satoru's face changed as he hit it, eyes widening in surprise. He swung his arms around while his legs floundered out from underneath him. Miho planted her feet.

"I got you!"

"Miho, watch ou-"

He crashed into her and the two teens toppled over each other. Miho landed on her back, grunting at the full weight of her boyfriend on top of her. Satoru managed to grab the back of her head just before it smacked the ground. He pushed himself up a little with his other hand, cradling her head. Their breaths came out in frosty puffs, faces inches from each other.

"You okay?" he breathed, blue eyes tracing her face.

Miho looked up at him, mouth parted. The grey sky behind him highlighted his hair, his eyes glowing in the reflection of the snow.

"Yeah," she said softly. "Are you?"

Satoru didn't speak, eyes flickering between her eyes and her lips. It was only seconds, but it felt like eons. Finally, he dipped his head, gently pressing his mouth to hers. Miho's eyelids fluttered shut and she slid her hand up to the back of his neck-

"You guys okay?" Suguru asked.

Satoru sat up, face flush. Miho covered her face with her hands.

"You'll catch a cold if you just lay there," Suguru laughed, reaching out his hand to her.

His eyes were warm, inviting, happy. Miho felt her chest swell with glee and she grabbed his hand, brushing the snow off her legs as he pulled her up. A thought clicked in her head. She dug around in her coat pocket.

"Here! I meant to give you this," Miho said, slipping the bracelet on the dark haired boy's wrist.

"Check it out!" Satoru held out his wrist next to Miho's. The beads glistened in the snowy light. "Now we match!"

They stood silently for a moment. Laughter bubbled up in his throat and Suguru threw his head back, covering his mouth with his hand. Miho and Satoru blinked at each other.

"I love you two so much," Suguru said, his laugh simmering down into a chuckle.

Miho and Satoru both looked at him wide-eyed. Snow began to fall, speckling his dark hair with white in a way that made him angelic. Miho couldn't stop the warm feeling spreading through her. It lit her up like a fire cracker, pushing up through her legs and into her chest. She felt like if she didn't get the energy out somehow, she'd explode.

She grabbed one of the boys hand in each of her own and pulled them towards the snowman.

"Come on, guys! Let's build some more!"

[tarosunshine]

Boynextdoor 0t6: Earth,Wind, & Fire being about you or certain lyrics are directed to you (I hope this makes sense 😭)

ִ ۫ ⭒ GIRL, YOU ARE ، ، 보이넥스트도어

𓈒 𝒢enre fluff angst ֢ warnings cheating . boynextdoor fem! reader ، ، i hope this is what you were thinking (or kinda) ⸝⸝ ⌕ ﹙ archιvᥱs ﹚

sungho  ۫ ੭

take my breath away like magic, you're the show. i feel so mad.

sunghon wasn't somebody who was interested in dating people, but when you appeared in his life, you took his breath away. every time he saw you, his heart started to pound, his mind stared to think how it would be to be your boyfriend. his hands became so sweaty, and all that made him feel so mad. he doesn't want to feel this for you. you are his friend, and because of that, sungho is not going to confess.

riwoo  ۫ ੭

you ain't just a girlfriend. that ain't enough, no.

riwoo loves you so much. you being his girlfriend it's the best thing that happenedd to him, his words. he likes to take you on dates, buy you things, although you tell him there it's no need to, and loves to appreciate all of you. ahh, he could pass all day admiring you. the feeling he hid for the past few years was finally something mutual, and the happiness and love he feel it's just too much. you ain't just a girlfriend. that ain't enough, no. you're his everything; his friend, his lover, his confident, the girl that inspires him and his songs.

jaehyun  ۫ ੭

yeah, i wanna hold her hand, a gentleman, you know that we could be golden.

you, the girl that it's on the same group friend, the girl he likes, his friend. jaehyun just doesn't know what to do anymore. every time he sees he just wants to hold your hand, make you laugh. and he hates the fact that the boy next to you is not enough for you. it's an asshole that makes you cry and suffer. and jaehyun, as your friend, it's always by your side, trying to cheer you up and distracting you from the bad thoughts. but he just doesn't understand why you're still there, by the side of that stupid boy. all he can do is stay there, as your best friend.

leehan  ۫ ੭

you are my fire, my wind, you are my flower. you are all that i desire and i need you more.

since that day of elementary school, when you told leehan that you liked fishes, he started liking you, just simply like that. so since he was a kid, you have been the person that he adores the most. all he thinks is you and fishes. he's always around you. he had always been from that day. you're his world, and he it's yours. you're all that he needs to be happy, but he doesn't dimensions the immense love that he has for you. all this time thinking that feeling was just friends love.

taesan  ۫ ੭

you're my darling, right? are you playing my heart?

the rumors of you having another boy reached taesan. you two have a kinda of a situationship but he was sure that he would be your boyfriend, he liked you a lot. so, when some friends told him that they saw you holding hands with some blonde dude, his heart breaked. you were just paying with it. i mean, he knew that you two wasn't something, but he thought that maybe it was. it seems like it wasn't like that.

woonhak  ۫ ੭

tell me that you want me, just say yes, oh, oh, oh.

woonhak knows since a couple of weeks ago that you like him, so all he does is bother you, not telling directly that he knows. he just likes to see how you got all flushed and shy about his comments, but you stand to him anyway. like the other day when he was bothering you again when just were the two of you, and you finally said to him that you liked him, and it was his turn to be flushed and stutter.

[thunder-birb-00]

Random Hatchetfield brainworm, but high school related headcanon

(disclaimer: my thoughts are a mess and I’m trying my best to straighten the creases out but yeah I’m sorry in advance.)

How I wish there’s some form of a “past Hatchetfield” episode or tidbit stuff where we see those who are now adults as well? School kids? Like 18 year olds messing around kinda deal. Seeing how Linda went around causing trouble at school and how Gerald fell in love with her. How Tom and Becky really were like. How Emma, 3 years their junior is going around selling her homegrown weed grown with totally not enchanted soil, and even how Jane’s relationship was with Emma in those years (assuming their ages are close together). And most importantly, whether Ted was actually a Nerdy Prude, or a school rebel, or one of those who doesn’t align with either kind and just never really belonged. Stuff like that.

it’s just funny that (assuming assumptions are correct), that the following Hatchetfield people were potentially schoolmates, not necessarily in the same age but very close enough to have brushed by each other (just looking at how the queue talked to each other in Black Friday at least):

-Tom Houston

-Becky Barnes

-Ted Spankoffski

-Linda Murray

-Gerald Monroe

-Emma Perkins and Jane Perkins

-Barry Swift (or whatever Man in a Hurry’s name is I just like this one)

and additional blabber: Paul, Mr. Sycamore guy, 3 years younger than Ted, having stumbled into Ted at some point when he had to babysit Pete. Paul, 12 years younger than Bill, seeing a young adult Bill and helping him babysit his lil daughter Alice, back when Bill’s relationship with his wife seems to be going alright.

Teen Charlotte and Teen Sam Sweetly having the time of their lives, believing that their love would last forever. Doing everything fun and risky a teen might do, and Sam Sweetly having been one of those “bad boys” type in his youth.

and, well oh well but, Boy Jerry, Girl Jeri, Mark Chasity, and Karen. Most likely very religious folk that may be spending time to convince their school cohort to well, join their church or promote charity events held by their church. Not to mention with NPMD, Teen Boy Jerry being part of the school newsletter or whatever you call those student-led magazine making stuff that could start off his reporter aspirations. XD Of course not without being those “holier than thou” stuck up guys where he may be more inclined to hold his nose high around ppl who are not so religious.

Dan Reynolds and Donna Daggit, those students who may have ran for those student councils alongside possibly Boy Jerry. If not the student council, the other society could be well, debate and oratorical society, where yes, public speaking, debates on current affairs, both some stuff reporters and news anchors alike will eventually need.

man, high school “au” or a mere estimation of what could’ve been them, is always fun to think about, especially when some Hatchetfield characters appear to feel most defined by their high school years regarding how they turned out.

for those who stumbled on this and hanged on to the end, thank you for taking the time to read this. Have a good day/night, and please take good care of yourselves and your health, both physical and mental.

-Thunder

[zukkaoru]

sorry i'm thinking abt megumi's incessant desire to be the first to die vs. the narrative keeping him alive despite and how the most tragic ending for him is not actually dying, but being left behind. for megumi, the worst fate is living a long life

[bylertruther]

me when season five airs and The Big Reveals are mike's sexuality and will's love for mike bc mike has always known he's loved will but he hasn't always been comfortable with his sexuality and will has always known what he is but he didn't always know that what he felt for mike was that kind of love until it was already too late and thus the source of his pain has been jealousy + unrequited love