#I know when I finished school I felt kind of lost but at least I could go outside and attempt normalcy

[still-with-koo]

He's something else right? 😆🧡 but this one live was a roller coaster..

Such a shame some people don't know anything about respect... he doesn't deserve that to happen to him. 😔

Oh, have you seen Jin' post? I missed my babyy so much 😭😭❤️‍🩹

- ☺️

Oh boy, is he ever 😂 He’s a menace, my favourite menace in the world 😭🫶 I can’t believe he had 15 million people desperately blowing on a candle through the screen 🤒

When he said ‘I’m human too’, that broke me. Like, how must that feel, to be gawked at like some kind of circus animal as you’re just going about your day. I hope whoever did that feels the worst kind of guilt. It’s shameful. How is it hard to give him that bare minimum respect? Seriously hurts me so much that they have to go through stuff like that 😔

JWAN!! He looks so cute and healthy and handsome as ever 😍

(I was thinking to myself, ‘does he somehow look even prettier? or am I just missing him THAT much?’)

[tojikai]

Sundered 7: TIES

Pairing: Gojo x reader

• Part 1  |  Part 2   | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 …+

Genre: Angst

tags/cw: angst, babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, arguments, mentions of sexual assault

word count: 6.0k

And he was happy. But never the happiest.

Naomi couldn’t count how many calls she had made but the wetness in her cheeks is proof of how frustrated she already is. “Please, pick up.” She bit the inner side of her cheeks, tapping her feet on the tiled floor. Naomi regrets what she did. She regretted that she still proceeded despite knowing how wrong it was.

She warned herself not to be greedy at the beginning of their relationship. She remembered telling him they’d take it step by step, not rushing anything because they were determined to make it work. Now that she’s thinking about it, maybe he’s only determined because he wanted to forget about you so badly.

“Mom, please. He threw me out.” Naomi spoke on the phone, tapping her feet as she stood in the middle of her room with her things around her. She took all the things necessary and left. Satoru would probably put everything she left in the trash but that’s the least of her concern right now. She lost everything she had with Satoru and it’s all because of her stupidity.

“What did you expect? You sexually assaulted my son and you want me to help you?” The woman hissed at her. Naomi was naive; thinking that she’ll have her back just because she wanted her for Satoru. “If anything I could even get you arrested—” She began but Naomi was quick to defend herself.

“You’re part of this. Didn’t you basically tell me to use a child to keep your son?!” Tears of anger pooled in her eyes as her hands shook in fear, fury, and heartbreak. Naomi remembered when Satoru’s mom would free her schedule so she could spend time with him and Yui. She would suggest activities and let Naomi tag along and that’s how they started to fall for each other.

Or rather, that’s how she started to fall for him while he just wanted an escape.

“But I never told you to do that to my son! Naomi, do you really think someone would side with you on this?” Every corner of Naomi’s room felt like they were closing in on her, ready to squeeze her till she was nothing but dust. Of course, no one would be with her. No matter what Satoru’s mother told her, she still chose to follow it so the blame’s on her.

“For someone who finished school with flying colors, your mind is dull.” She chuckled, letting Naomi hear all she truly is. “You got a pretty face, you know? That’s another reason why you caught Satoru’s eyes easily.” At that point, Naomi didn’t know if it was still a compliment. She’s pretty and kind, and smart and perfect for him, like she said. But why can’t she have all of him?

“But I’m afraid that pretty face would be useless now. If I were you I’d go start over alone somewhere far.” She clicked her tongue, cutting Naomi’s thoughts off every time she tried to voice them out. “Like, imagine graduating only to get jailed over some dumb, desperate shit? Naomi, you screwed up. And that’s why you lost all chances with my son.”

Naomi shook her head, the warmness of her emotions dampened the smooth skin of her face. “No, you made me…” She breathed out, covering her mouth before running her fingers through her hair. “I didn’t want to do that…No.” She bawled and bawled but the line only went more and more silent.

She fucked up and she’s right. The shame and the loss of self-respect are not something she could live through in this city. She must go, she must leave. Like how they always did when she was a kid; fleeing the scene with her embarrassment of a family who can’t live without humiliating them. They have no decent source of living so they gotta strive.

Now, she’s doing all of it again, all while losing all of it. Again.

“Save yourself. I won’t let them know of your plan. After all, you were once of help to my child. I’m truly sorry.” With that, the call ended; with Naomi sitting on the floor as she put a balled hand over her throbbing chest, and the thought of going away to start as someone new settled in the middle of her head. Naomi learned a lot from all the troubles she went through.

This time, she learned that you could have someone's body but their heart could still be somewhere else.

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“What is it?” Satoru heard through the phone speaker. Taking a deep breath, he shut his eyes, letting relief flood his veins and calm his shaking flesh. “When are you free?” There was a long pause before Satoru’s father replied, “You know I can make time.” Clearing his throat, Satoru massaged his temples, thanking the heavens that his nightmares weren’t real.

“Let’s meet later if that’s alright.” He whispered, scared that his voice would break. Satoru knows that he is the only link between the relationship of his parents. Just like how his older brother would’ve been the connection his father was hoping to keep his first, real love close. Until they got tired of it all; the matters brought by his mother. And him.

Just like how she drained Satoru out. And right now he just wanted to run away from her too.

“Of course, just send me the exact time.” Satoru nodded as if his father could see him, “Are you alright?” He asked after a few seconds as if sensing the trouble from his son’s voice. “Yeah, much better now, at least.” Satoru rubbed his eyes as he shook his head, eyeing the negative results of the vaginal swab test. “Dad, Mom can’t know.”

He’s almost sure that the request would prompt questions from his father, knowing that he’s aware of how close he is to his Mom. But he was surprised when he simply agreed, murmuring an “Okay.” before letting his son end the call. Satoru pictured him on his office chair as he nodded away, brows furrowed with worry like he always is when it comes to family matters.

When Satoru was a child, his nanny would tell him that his father wasn’t always so workaholic when his ex-wife was still there, co-parenting with him. After she ran away and left, his father started to immerse himself in work more. He knows that he tried with his mother since they were already there and married. But it was just never the same.

His father was happy with them. But he could never be the happiest again.

Leaning back on the chair, he put a hand over his eyes and let his frustrations stream down his cheeks. He let out a shaky sigh, grabbing the papers before looking at them in a brighter light. It’s negative. Nothing happened. You woke him up just in time. He tapped on Naomi’s contact, quickly typing his last message before attaching a photo of the results.

‘I’m mailing the rest of your things tomorrow.’ It only took a minute for her to respond with an apology but Satoru doesn’t care anymore to read it. He blocked the number as soon as he made sure that she received and read the message. He doesn’t want to be anywhere near her.

He knows he is wrong for not telling her about his feelings as soon as he can. But that doesn’t equal what she did to him and what she almost got them into. Satoru checked the clock before sending the time to his father, hoping to end all of this mess before the mess ended him.

His mother has been calling him nonstop, and he always had to pretend that he was not home during the previous days. He stayed in watching movies with his little girl, sending you videos and pictures every now and then. He slept in her room during those days, a desperate attempt to calm his brain down. His head hurts from overthinking.

Putting the papers back into the envelope, Satoru took it with him to his room. He made sure to put it in his bedside drawer, just in case some other shit comes up. If this happened before, he’d probably think that Naomi is not that kind of person. But after what she did to him, all of the trust and admiration she has for her went to waste.

Changing into something more comfortable, Satoru tried to take a quick nap. He doesn’t want to look this tired when he meets his father. He’d probably convince him to get a general checkup just to make sure that nothing was wrong. Satoru knows that if it weren’t for him, his father wouldn’t ever put up with his mom. He’d probably spend his whole life searching for his ex-wife.

A few hours of nap felt like nothing because when Satoru woke up, he still felt tired. The only difference is his heartbeat doesn’t sound like it’s trying to come out of his chest anymore unlike when he was waiting for the results. A little progress is still progress; just like how he’s trying to make it all up to you.

If Satoru’s being honest, he’d fall down to his knees and beg you to take him back if you asked him to do it. The only thing stopping him is his brain telling him how happy you are right now and how he wouldn’t want to destroy that. He can’t force himself to stop thinking about you but he can force himself to move on if it’s for you.

Satoru leaned his elbows on the kitchen counter, reading a text from his father saying that he was on his way. Another text was from you; it was a picture of Yui holding up a coloring book and a crayon. He was just with her earlier but he misses her already. He wondered if he could visit when he doesn’t have other things to do even if it’s not his schedule yet.

Sending a response with a small smile on his face, Satoru heard the doorbell ring, signaling his father’s arrival. He peeked through the spaces of his window curtains to ensure that it was him before opening the door. Satoru’s still unsure of what he’ll say but he hopes that his father can give him a better solution.

Satoru thought that if he ever cut ties with his mother, it’d be for you and Yui’s safety. He didn’t think that it’d be for him too. “Dad,” He gave his father a hug as he stepped in, following his son as they walked to his house. “What’s going on?” He asked as soon as Satoru closed the door. They walked to the kitchen, settling on one of the barstools.

“It’s because of mom…” He began, placing a glass pitcher atop the counter.

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“Smile~ We’ll send this to Dada.” You cooed, pointing at the camera as you tried to take a picture of your daughter. At first, she didn’t want to do it, wanting nothing but to play with her book and crayons but when she heard that her Dad wanted to know about it, she got real creative with the pose. “You don’t listen to Mama, anymore.” You pouted at her as you hit send.

She scrunched her nose, sticking out her tongue at you before picking on her colors. You still can’t forget how dead Satoru looked when he dropped Yui off. You wondered what he talked about with his mother that caused him to be like that. Even with the soft tone of his voice, you could hear roughness that probably came from the lack of sleep.

If it concerns you, then you definitely have to know. His mother probably said something bad about you, but you doubt that it’s affecting Satoru by how he was talking and looking at you. He just looked so done with all of it, but even so, there was still a tender look in his eyes when they met yours.

You sighed while looking at your phone as you waited for a text from Toji. He’s been so busy with work lately, you’re just glad that you already talked about your problems. You had a feeling that it wouldn’t end well had it stayed unsaid for a couple more days. It wasn’t completely back to normal, but at least, you’re both trying to make it better for each other.

“I would try,” He whispered to your ear as he hugged you from behind, “I can’t promise not to think of her–“ You turned around, looking up at him with a solemn look in your eyes, “I’m not asking you to not think of her, that’d be selfish of me.” He nodded, kissing your forehead, “Alright, what I mean is, I won’t make any comparisons.” You hummed.

“I need you to stop worrying about Satoru and I.” You put your head on his chest, “I know it’s easier said than done, but I just want you to know that I am with you.” Your fingers traced figured on his skin, “I’m keeping that in mind.” He placed his cheek on top of your head, sighing deeply as he let go of you.

“I’m taking Megumi to my Mom’s.” He pushed your hair back with his fingers, making your eyes flutter close as you felt his face get closer to yours and his breath ghosting on your lips. “I’ll see you later.” He pecked your lips, “Take care, I love you.” He murmured as he gave you a long kiss, before turning to get their stuff.

One thing that you notice about Toji is that he never waits for you to say anything back. You don’t want to take the words lightly, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t feel the same way as him. You still have a long way to go, and you don’t want to rush anything. When you mention it to him, he just says that he needs you to hear it.

“Mama, look!” Your daughter pulled you out of your head as she showed you a picture of a cat, “Dada buy Yui.” You looked closely at the picture, laughing as you realized that she was talking about the cake that they ate. “Yeah, you're right! That's what Dada bought you!.” You patted her head as she giggled.

“Yui, baby. Did meemaw come to see you?” You held her small hands, trying to keep her attention to you. “No. No meemaw.” She pulled at your hair gently, trying to color it with her crayons. “What about…what about Naomi?” You can’t help but chuckle as she pretended to think, eyes looking up as she pouted her lip.

“No Naomi!” Her answer gave you a bit of an insight. You would assume that maybe she was just busy, but hearing about how Satoru’s mother reduced her workload made you doubt it. Satoru sent you tons of pictures during his time with her but you thought that Naomi just wasn’t in the frame.

If the ‘talk’ between her and Satoru didn’t end well, you could only assume that he already told her about it. He’s probably down because he wouldn’t want to hurt her like that. With all the progress Satoru has made, you doubt that he’d be so happy to have broken a heart. She was still once a friend to him.

A heavy feeling settles in the middle of your chest, like an anchor weighing your heart down, thinking about how his mother would probably find a reason to drag you for it. But if that’s the case, you’re sure that Satoru wouldn’t let harm come to you.

With how gentle Naomi was, you couldn’t think of a worse thing to happen.

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“What did she do this time?” His father looked away, clicking his tongue. If one would ask Satoru, his parents would’ve probably divorced years ago if it weren’t for him. His father knows how he is with his mother, and the thought of giving him a hard time switching between the two of them pained him.

Satoru wished that he thought about it too before he decided to go and selfishly start over with someone else. Your words the night he confessed to you echoed in his head. He came to a realization that you probably wanted to ask him to come back but held yourself back as he let you know how happy he was with Naomi.

And he was happy. But just like his father, he was never the happiest.

“I don’t really know how to open this up to you…” He bit his lip, “…But I just want this to be over, Dad.” Satoru felt so vulnerable at that moment. The only time he had a talk this serious with his Dad was when he found out about your pregnancy. It was just more of a news, unlike right now, which is a call for help.

“Naomi…Mom and Naomi talked about…” His father’s eyes coaxed him as if sensing his distress. “Naomi tried to…” Shaking his head, Satoru breathed out. “Naomi wanted to conceive. Because our relationship was falling apart.” He can see his Dad’s brows pull together to a scowl, probably getting a hint of what happened.

“She talked to Mom about it and she…” The man sat up straight, bouncing his leg like he already knew what his wife did. “She said Mom brought up the thing about how you and him got together.”It was hard to talk about this to his father, knowing how sensitive it can be for him. “Naomi told me about it. I recorded it, just in case—”

“Satoru, what did your girlfriend do?” Satoru looked down, fingers fidgeting like he was a kid again. “And your mother’s involved? What happened?” Rubbing his face, Satoru threw away all his fears. If he’s not going to fix these problems, then who will? “She got me drunk, and then she tried to sleep with me.” He blinked fast, watching his father’s face.

“I heard her talking to Mom on the phone, and I took it from her. That’s how I found out that she played a part in all of it.” It was hard for him to accept. The person he used to protect, the one he always tried to understand was the same person who betrayed and put him in this position; the position that also made his father the person he is today.

Another long silence surrounded them. His father’s hand was balled into a fist, covering his mouth as he blankly stared at the marble surface. “Where’s Naomi?” His father pulled out his phone, and Satoru could tell just what he was about to do. “I don’t know. I’m sending her things away. I’m cutting her off. I’m filing a protective order against her and mom–“

Satoru didn’t get to finish his sentence before his father spoke again, probably finally taking in the information he just provided him. “I’m divorcing your mother.” His mouth fell half-open. His voice was low, serious, and full of all the grief that he’s been feeling for years ever since he lost his first wife and son. “And I’m sending that woman to jail.” He added, raising a finger.

“There’s…I don’t want that.” He breathed out, earning a questioning look from his dad. “You don’t have to send her to jail. I…I messed up if I just told her that I still have feelings for Y/N, then she wouldn’t have resorted to that. She wouldn’t have talked to Mom and this wouldn’t have happened.” He stood up, leaning on the counter as he squeezed his eyes shut.

Satoru thought about it too when he caught her in the act. But after some reflection, he realized his shortcomings, his mistake of not just telling her about what was really going on. Even though there was no excuse for what she did, Satoru can’t help but feel like he’s the one who caused all of this to happen. And he probably really is; a victim of his foolish choices.

“But other than that, I don’t want Y/N and Yui to be caught up in this. I don’t want to expose them to this kind of problem, they’ve been through so much because of me already. I just want to do better this time.” Thinking about dragging you into another mess made Satoru feel weak. He promised to make it up to you, and he’d do anything to prove that.

His father put his phone down on the table, taking in a deep breath just to calm himself. “But you’re not stopping me from divorcing your mother.” Satoru doesn’t know if it’s right to agree to that. It felt like he was encouraging the separation of his parents; celebrating his mother’s heartbreak.

But his father’s been suffering heartbreak for years. It’s only fair to set him free.

“It’s up to you. I…” Satoru shook his head, sure of the decision he was about to make. “...I don’t think I can just forgive and forget what she did. It’s not something small, and I’m not a kid anymore, Dad.” His eyes itched, ready to let his tears go any minute. “I don’t even know if I still want to be associated with her.” He turned away, sighing as he blinked away his pain.

When he and Naomi went for the examination, he made her spill all the details regarding the said conversation with his mother. It took everything in him not to fly into a rage while breaking down as he heard of it. All this time, his mother saw him as a pawn to keep his father, regardless of whose life she was tearing down; Satoru’s, his father's ex-wife, and his first son.

“I wanted to take you away when you were a kid.” His father admitted, looking ahead as he reminisced of the decisions he made. “I wanted to just take you and raise you with your brother. Of course, with the hopes of getting my ex-wife back.” He leaned back, tapping on the screen of his phone. The bitter tone in his voice can’t be missed.

“That was my plan when I found out about you. But when you were about a year and a half old, she disappeared. All I knew was she was…tired; drained of all the chaos that our son and her were exposed to. What with having to co-parent with me as I was with your mother.” His eyes played the emotions he chose to hide away many years ago.

“I know you know about this. She and I got divorced. I thought it was over for us, I thought I made the right decision to turn away and try another start. And I was dating your mother. Then we had you.” His arms were crossed and Satoru could almost see the similarities between his feelings to how he used to feel about yours and his relationship.

“Then, realization came running for me; haunting me in my sleep. I was ready to get her back again, but it was too late. She was already gone.” Satoru absently poured water for his Dad, listening intently to his story. “So, I felt like the only thing to do was to marry your Mom. I reminded myself that still have you, I can’t just spiral down.” He smiled at Satoru.

“I tried to convince, tried to brainwash myself that it’d be fine. That I could learn to love her and I did. Just not the kind of love that lovers have.” If his mother could hear his Dad right now, she’d get shattered. Satoru doesn’t want to see that, but she would have to. She has to understand that she’s putting this man through.

“I loved her because she loves me; because she cares for you and me.” Leaning over to pick up his glass, he looked his son in the eyes. “But true love is unconditional, Satoru. It should not have a reason.” He took a sip, pursing his lips before continuing. “Reasons might vanish, and when it does, so will the love you feel for that person.”

In the middle of it all, Satoru could only think of you. Why does he love you? When did he realize that he loves you? How did it happen? He doesn’t have an answer for it. He cannot find a reason for it. He doesn’t remember loving you just because you put up with him, he doesn’t remember falling for you just because of the life you created together.

All that he knows is that one day, he woke up and he already knew that he was in love with you. Like he’s been doing it for years; like that’s all he’s ever known.

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“I’ll keep in contact with you regarding the proceedings.” Satoru’s father spoke on the phone, stepping inside his mansion and smiling at his helpers. He asked Satoru if he wanted to have a word with his mother but the thought of having to look at her after what she tried to make his ex-girlfriend do makes him feel dizzy.

“Honey, you’re home.” The woman tried to welcome him with a kiss and open arms but he quickly turned his head, rejecting her. “Come up to my office, we got something to talk about.” The mask of a loving wife was quickly covered with fear and dread.

“What about in our room? So, you can rest.” She nodded her head once, trying to coax him but he was tired of closing his eyes and numbing his heart from feeling the pain and regret of having to lose the love of his life for the comfort that this woman offered him before. “In my office. It’s not a small matter that I could sleep on.”

Leaving the woman baffled, he made his way upstairs, not waiting for her to walk beside him. There was a deafening silence in the big room, save from the footsteps of her husband and the door of his office slamming with such force that it sent a crack in her heart.

She took a deep breath and ran her palm on top of her dress, thinking of all the reasons she could give him just to prove her innocence. She didn’t want any of that to happen. She didn't think that Naomi could be so dumb as to come up with such a heinous and unpleasant plan.

That wasn’t even what she did to Satoru’s father. It was just working to keep them together. And that’s why Satoru came.

With her found determination, she held her head high. Swallowing the terror rising up her throat as she let her thoughts convince her that she did nothing wrong. She never explicitly told Naomi to do that, she’s the one who schemed that. There’s nothing to be afraid of.

She walked up the stairs, caressing the smooth, cold surface of the handrail. Satoru wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. He’s her boy, her pride and joy. He’s the only ally she had when his father was openly pushing her away.

Satoru wouldn’t just ruin what she and his father had because of baseless information from his sick girlfriend. Entering the office, the man sat on his swivel chair. Forehead pressed to the heel of his hand. “What is it, dear?” She smiled sweetly at her husband, appearing unaware of what he had in mind.

Oh, how she wished she was just unaware of it all. She wished that she didn't know what the problem was. She wished it wasn’t what she thought it was and that she was just overthinking because of how– “I want a divorce.” Those four words halted the spinning of her world.

“What?” She raised her brows, checking if it was just her mind playing tricks on her and making her hallucinate. “I want a divorce. And I want it as soon as possible.” His eyes no longer held any emotions towards her; no sadness, bitterness, fading love. None. Not even pity.

“Listen, honey, I didn’t think that Naomi would do–“ She took quick steps towards him, hoping to get him to listen. “So, you knew about it?” He glared at her, “You knew about it and you didn’t tell me anything?” He shook his head, and she could only open her mouth.

“Doesn’t matter. Satoru told me everything.” He stood up from his seat, towering over her as he stared her down. “It’s nothing like that–“ She breathed out, panicking. “I’m not really interested in what you told Naomi. I’m just thankful that my son’s safe.” He stepped away from her.

“What I want to do right now, is to be free from this.” It’s over for her. All the alibis that she was composing, thinking of for this moment are useless. He doesn’t need an explanation, this was simply the final push that he needed to kick her out of his life. And probably out of Satoru’s too.

“Please, don’t do this. We’re already too old to–“ She tried to grab his hand and he only grabbed it with the other to put it away. “You’re right. We’re too old, our son’s too old for me to still pretend that we want to be in this position.” Shaking her head, she stepped in front of him, blocking his way. “Please, listen. I wouldn’t do something that could harm–“

“I know,” His voice was calm. “Of course, to harm him wasn’t your intention, right?” She nodded eagerly, thinking that he was finally listening to her. “But you wanted to decide for him. You got in between him and Y/N, then pushed this woman on him because you thought you knew best for your son.” Tears fell down her eyes, and she lost all hope.

“Now, look at what you did to him.” He gritted his teeth, stepping forward to get her out of his way. “But this is not just about our son anymore. This is also about me, finally choosing to do what I should’ve done a long time ago.” Opening the door, he spoke to her one last time. “All you have to do is sign. The actions that your son will take is all up to him.”

With that, he left her with all of the nightmares of their past coming back. How he only wanted the best for his sons, how he wanted to take full custody of Satoru, how he wanted to get back together with his ex-wife, and how he only married her because she was gone. She was never the first option. She was never the original pick.

She wasn’t chosen, she just happened to be already there.

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“Hey,” You heard Satoru speak as Toji opened the door for him, nodding. This was kind of similar to how they first saw each other but you’re just glad that this time, it’s a lot calmer. Megumi ran to his father, peeking up at Satoru as he waved at him.

“Yui, your Dada’s here.” Toji left the door open to let Satoru in. Megumi was holding onto his pants, staring back at Satoru. “Yui Dada,” He picked his toy up, staring at a distance before walking closer to him. “Blue!” You laughed from the kitchen, as you packed some snacks for the little girl.

Today, you’re going to the zoo as Yui requested. The animal drawings from her coloring book got her asking you to call her Dada late at night, just to babble about it. “He’s referring to your eyes,” Toji spoke as he went back to the living room to pick up some of the toys.

“Megumi, it’s not good to point at people, what did I tell you?” He warned the toddler as he went back to your room, eyes meeting yours as you made your way to Yui's room. “Ah, yes. Yui and I have the same eyes.” Satoru smiled at the child.

“Dada!” Yui ran towards him, stomping her shoes extra hard to show him how they light up with dancing colors. “Woah! Did Mama buy you those shoes?” He opened his arms, urging the little girl to run to him and she happily did, giggling as she nodded. “It’s awesome!” You smiled at how he tried to flatter his child, encouraging her to do a little jump.

“Where are we going today?” You asked her in a playful tone as you put the lunch bags on the coffee table in front of them. “Zoo!” You watched a Satoru give her a sincere smile, patting her hair gently while complimenting her little butterfly clips. “I’m sure Megumi’s been to the zoo before.” He poked the little boy's tummy.

“Yeah. Animals. Bears and lions.” He stood behind you, peeking at Satoru as he talked. Megumi isn’t usually shy, but he doesn’t easily warm up to people. “We went there on his second birthday.” You almost jumped at Toji’s voice behind you as he picked up his child. “He’s a smart kid.” Satoru answered with a friendly smile.

“You guys should come. If you want..” It surprised you that he was initiating something like that. Although, you know that Toji wouldn’t be so comfortable with that and would most likely reject the offer, it’s still nice to see that Satoru’s trying to make an effort to get along with him.

“That’d be nice but his grandma's waiting for him,” Toji answered, chuckling awkwardly. “Dada work,” Megumi added, earning a hum from his Dad. Making sure that the bag is packed with everything Yui needs, you zipped it up. “You ready to go now?” You tapped the toddler’s cheek, feeling Satoru’s gaze at you.

“Alright, let’s get going.” Standing up with his daughter in his arms, he took the bag from your hands. He put the toddler down to hug her friend goodbye, before walking hand in hand with her outside. You laughed at how she kept squealing with each step she took, looking up to see her Dad’s reaction.

“You guys have fun, alright? I’ll just lock the doors before we go.” Toji pulled you to him, giving you a kiss. “I’ll be back later.” You put your hand around his neck, standing on your tippy toes before pecking his neck. With that, you walked out the door to join your toddler who was patiently waving at you from her car seat.

“Okay, it’s zoo time!” You wiggled your brows at her as you slammed the door shut, making her giggle. You checked your face in the mirror, trying to ignore Satoru’s soft eyes as he watched you. “How are you?” You tried to start a conversation but it was quickly interrupted as you searched around for your daughter’s binky.

“Maybe we left it inside,” Satoru spoke, opening Yui’s bag to help you find it. “Yui, where did you put it?” Remembering how she placed it on the coffee table as she showed off her outfit to her father, you started to unbuckle your seatbelts but Satoru stopped you. “It’s alright, I’ll get it.” He was already stepping out of the car before you could stop him.

Satoru jogged up your steps, knocking a few times before proceeding to open the door. Toji was just about to open it for him when he entered, “It’s Yui’s pacifier. She left it.” He put on the most polite smile he could muster, wanting nothing but to get rid of the awkwardness between them if they were both going to be in your life.

“Oh, alright. I thought it was someone else.” Toji let out a rather awkward chuckle, not knowing how else to react or what else to say. But just as Satoru uttered ‘thanks’, Toji remembered the thing he’s been thinking of for almost a week now. “Uh, Satoru,” He called, making him pause as he held the door open.

Her brows raised, waiting for him to say something. Toji doesn’t know if you’d be happy about this but it’s better than just letting his feelings, thoughts, and opinions all pile up inside of him. This is for you and Yui. Not just for him.

“I’ve been thinking about our situation with Y/N and… I was wondering if you could set aside a bit of your time for a chat?”

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✮ COVERED IN YOU

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis: in which history has a tendency to repeat itself for matt and y/n, and this time y/n’s had enough of the back and forth because despite fighting it for years, she’s in love with matt, but does he love her back?

warnings: swearing, matt is the epitome of avoidant attachment, no established relationship, ex situationship to enemies to something complicated, making out, suggestive, alcohol consumption, angry!matt, mentions of sex.

THIRD PERSON POV

to anyone that dared to ask, most people would imply, rather than flat out explain, that matt and y/n hated one another for good reason. no one would ever divulge into full detail what the good reason was.

most believed it was feelings that were never dealt with, or lingering resentment from a fight that was never acknowledged. a lot of people had their theories, a plethora of them even. but no one but matt, y/n, and matt’s brothers knew the real cause.

when matt and y/n were in their senior year of high school, the year it happened, the two were close. like undeniably and i breakable bond close. they were attached at the hip. but one night things changed when the two of them shared a kiss at some party that eventually led to a much more intimate moment, it being their first of that kind.

from then on, they grew closer romantically. they went on dates, they kissed, held hands, spent hours talking to each other. all for matt to call it off in the middle of them laying in the yard watching the stars.

y/n was confused, to say the least, because she was so sure matt was going to ask her to be his girlfriend after nearly a year of them being whatever they had been. they had already said their “i love you’s”, matt just didn’t think a label was necessary so she waited.

“i just don’t see this going any further than what it is right now.” matt sighs, his gaze flickering from the stars above to the girl beside him, he felt guilty lying to her because in all honesty, she was the center of his universe. but he and his brothers had finally agreed to move to los angeles the second graduation finished, and he wasn’t going to put her though the pain of a long distance relationship.

“that doesn’t make any sense matt, you told me you loved me.” the girl whimpers, tears welling along her waterline.

“i figured that’s what you wanted me to say.” he hums, his voice void of all emotion as he stares ahead, trying not to give into the voice in the back of his mind telling, screaming at him, to take it all back, to tell her the truth.

“so you don’t actually love me?”

“not in the way you want me to.”

“fuck you matt, i gave myself to you, and this is what you do?”

“i’m sorry.”

“at least look at me while you rip my heart out.”

and from that night onward, the two haven’t shared much more than two words. after the triplets moved to los angeles, they lost contact with the girl for a while but nick refused to let up and soon brought her back into their lives after he found out that she had moved to a deeper part of los angeles for the social marketing courses she was studying.

matt, at first, despised nick for bringing her back into his life. he felt like he had finally gotten rid of every touch she left in his life, like he had finally taken a breath that wasn’t full of her for the first time in his life. just for her to resurface.

they had been so consumed by their feelings, which y/n felt was the worst part of it all. she believed love was never meant to be all consuming. and her love for matt, consumed every part of her and when he accepted that love without giving it back, it spit out someone she didn't want to know.

but she learned to love the version of herself that didn't know matt, that didn't want to know matt. but here she was, unfortunately thrusted back into his life and being forced to be someone that knows him again.

the two found endlessly for the first little while, constantly bickering over things that held no genuinely purpose to them, they fought for the sake of fighting. of hearing each other's voices. but when matt found y/n standing on their front step, drenched from the rain and biting back tears, his heart clenched and he softened up around the edges, letting the very clearly distraught girl into his house without hesitation.

he soon learned that the guy she was seeing had only used her as a rung on his ladder in his social climb due to her relationship with the triplets, and on top of that, the internship that she worked hard for that she had landed at one of the top social media networks, had fired her without so many as a good reason.

that night, they rekindled their friendship. they began to lean on each other again, finding solace in each other’s arms. but y/n was apprehensive of getting close again, she couldn’t go through being heartbroken by him again. but he reassured her that he was there and he wasn’t leaving again.

PRESENT TIME

y/n laughed as her and the triplets made their way down the busted sidewalk that led toward nate’s house, the four them of had flown back to boston for a couple weeks due to being overworked and homesick, and what better way to celebrate being home? a party in their childhood friend’s garage. the cold february air nipped at y/n’s hands and cheeks as she struggled to keep warm, and matt took notice of this, falling behind the group to hold her and keep her warm. once she felt like she was warm enough to keep walking without shivering, the two made their way up nate’s driveway, and were welcomed with the smell of beer, weed, and stale cigars.

as the party went on, more people arrived, some y/n knew well, and some she was only acquainted with. there were a few girls from shared high school classes present, and y/n spent most of her time catching up with them, sitting matt or playing beer pong with nate, but there was one blonde girl in particular that kept eyeing y/n. the nasty look on her face made it evident that she didn’t like how close y/n and matt were.

y/n knew the girl from high school, she was friends with matt’s ex fling nicole, and had always seemed to have a strong disliking for the girl so close to matt. but y/n brushed it off, figuring it was just jealousy because y/n stayed close with the triplets and she didn’t. but y/n was proven wrong when matt went to the bathroom and the blonde girl approached her.

“why are you so close to matt? it’s like you’re practically sitting in his lap.” the girl, that y/n remembered was named alara spat.

“what does it matter to you?”

“seeing as he’s my boyfriend, i’d rather not have a random girl hanging off him.”

“since when have you and matt been dating?”

“about a month, we hooked up the last time he was home and now we’re keeping it lowkey.”

“matt’s never even mentioned you.”

“well now you know to stay away from him, m’kay?” the girl laughs, before walking away, leaving y/n angry and upset as she stares at the beer she just opened. y/n scoffs and goes to throw her beer away as matt reentered the garage, immediately noticing her furrows brows.

“you okay?” matt hums, reaching out to brush the hair from her face as she steps back.

“don’t fucking touch me. i cant believe you.” she spits, leaving matt dumbfounded as he watches her walk over to nate, the two of them sharing a quick hug before she exits the garage.

matt’s eyes dart around the room, meeting alara’s pleased smirk as matt storms his way over to the blonde girl, gripping her bicep as he drags her to the corner of the garage.

“what the fuck did you say to y/n?”

“i told her the truth.” alara laughs, watching as matt’s expression grows angrier.

“please enlighten on what you believe is the truth? because the last i remember, you’re just some girl i fucked six months ago and then blocked when you went psychotic.”

“i told her we’re dating.”

“jesus christ alara, i just got her back into my life and you come in and fuck everything up.”

“well now you can be with me, matty.”

“no. you’re always going to be the random hookup that i regret and wish never happened. stay the fuck away from me.” matt seethes, dropping the girl’s arm and quickly leaving the garage, hoping to catch up to y/n. as he runs down the sidewalk, he spots her a couple feet ahead and he picks up his pace until he’s right behind her.

“y/n wait.”

“save it matt. i don’t want to hear whatever excuse for breaking my heart, again, that you’ve got ready.”

“it’s not an excuse. i’m not with her. she’s some chick i fooled around with six months ago, before you and i fixed things.”

“i don’t care matt, you and i aren’t together!” the girl yells, turning around to face as tears slide down her rosy, cold cheeks, prompting matt to delicately take her face in his hands as he wipes the tears. y/n’s eyes squeeze shut as she tries to find the willpower to pull away from his touch, but his hands are warm and she misses his hands on her and it’s harder to pull away with every passing second.

“i know we’re not together, but i want us to be. i fucked up the first time we had something because i listened to the fear in my head. since the night you showed up crying in the rain, five months ago, there hasn’t been another girl in my life. you are the only person i love, and want to love. i am completely covered in you. i am consumed by you. so please listen to me when i say there is nobody else, and there never will be.”

“matt, i’m scared. you made me let you in again, you made me love you again, and there is this fear in my heart that you’re going to push me away again. that you are going to tell me you love and not mean it again, that you are going to keep breaking me over and over again.”

“i know baby, but i don’t want to let you go again, i fucked up, and i don’t ever want to fuck uo with you again. so if you’ll let me, i will prove to you that i’m here for good. if you let me be your boyfriend, i will promise to never break your heart again. please just give me one more chance to love you right.”

“okay.” y/n whispers, her guard growing thin as matt whispers promises against her lips, and that fear is still there and alive, but how can she say no when he looks so pretty staring at her with frozen cheeks and tears threatening to fall? so, she gives in, pressing her lips to his to seal the proclamations and promises he makes, hoping that there will be some truth to them.

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~Mid to west~

Part 2

Eddie Munson x Henderson reader road trip au

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson Reader

Warnings:none

Word count: 3,782

An hour into your trip, you hear the first dreaded “I have to pee.” Of course, it came from Dustin.

"Really, come on, man, we’re barely even a town over,” Eddie groaned, pulling into the next gas despite his sentiment.

“I’m sorry,” he whined, dashing out of the car the moment Eddie put it in park.

“Maybe we should all try to and we can grab some snacks” Steve suggested Ever, the mother of the group.

"Ugh, fine,” Eddie groaned, throwing his head back. “But no drinks!” He yelled as your friends dashed out of the vehicle. “I mean it!”

“There’s no way they actually listen,” you told him, giggling as you got out of the car Eddie close behind.

“My lady,” Eddie said, smiling brightly as he opened the door for you, bowing slightly.

“Why thank you, kind sir,” you said, giggling and curtsying as you walked in.

After using the restroom, you were scanning the isles for a snack. Indecisive as ever, you finally settled on a bag of Cheez-Its, a pack of gum, and a nougat bar Dustin’s favorite for when he inevitably complains about being snacky (when he’s hungry but doesn’t want real food).

"This all,” the teen at the counter asked. Well, you think she was asking, but her deadpan tone made it hard to tell.

"Yup,” you said, smiling.

She looked up from your snacks, her unamused glare fixed on you.

“Hey sweetheart, spot me a pack of smokes?" You felt his arm before you heard his voice as he hung it lazily over your shoulder.

Casual touches like this almost fooled you enough to think that the boy you’ve been crushing on since you saw him perform at the middle school talent show actually liked you, or at least thought of you as more than his friends older sister, but then reality would always come crashing down on you when you remembered that Eddie was like that with everyone the pet names, teasing remarks, and touching. I mean, the boy was a walking ball of love to give, constantly looking for a new friend or a new lost sheep he could take under his wing.

No matter how many people teased him, judged him unfairly, or called him the most unspeakable things, he never gave up and always kept that signature Eddie Munson smile that simultaneously lit up the room and made you weak in the knees.

“Y/N?” Eddie asked, his concern-ridden face pulling you out of your thoughts as his arm slid awkwardly off your shoulder.

“Oh, yeah, I can,” you said, turning back to the unamused teen. “Uh, and a pack of Malboro Reds, please,” you told the cashier, surprised that the frown she was wearing could get deeper.

“You know my brand?” You could practically hear the shock in his voice—a deep blush taking over your cheeks.

"Yeah, I guess,” you mumbled as you paid for your things, purposely avoiding his eyes that were boring into you. “What?” You asked, turning back to look at him and handing him the cigarettes.

His doe eyes were soft, and there was a remnant of a smile he was holding back on his face.

"Nothing,” he answered through an awkward cough. “Come on, sunshine, the ass crack of America awaits.” He finished turning around to grab the door for you.

You quickly followed, telling the teen at the counter thank you and to have a nice day.

As you made it outside, Eddie broke off to go lean against the wall to smoke. As you finally made it back to the van, your cheeks were still ablaze from your interaction.

Everyone but Steve had made it back to the van, already getting settled in, to hopefully not stop for at least a couple hours.

After about 5 minutes, Eddie and Steve returned, Steve having two huge bags of snacks, so you wouldn’t have to get any more, hopefully.

"Alright, hellions, buckle up. We’re not stopping for a while,” Eddie said, pulling out of the gas station. “I’m just kidding. Of course, my van does not have seatbelts.”

***

"Eddie, I’m hungry,” Lucas whined, poking the boy in the cheek. “Can we please stop? You made us skip lunch.” He finished continuing to poke him.

"Sinclair, you poke me one more time, and I’ll cut your hand off and make you eat it. How’s that sound for dinner?” Eddie said it through clenched teeth and crazy eyes.

Lucas stopped his finger inches away from the boy's cheek cautiously after a moment of testing the waters; he seemingly gave up pulling his hand back.

Eddie let out a sigh of relief, unclenching his jaw, and everything was peaceful for about two seconds until Lucas decided that poking the bear was the best idea he could think of, poking Eddie’s cheek once more, smirking mischievously.

“That’s it!” Eddie yelled, pulling off to the side of the road, making all of you tussle in place as he abruptly stopped the car out of his seat as quick as lightning to tackle the younger boy to the ground. He was so quick, you almost missed the smirk fall off of Lucas’s face and the horror take over his eyes.

Which is how you found yourself in the driver's seat, looking out for a place to stop for dinner, with Eddie in the passenger seat slumped down, arms crossed over his chest as he pouted.

"Alright, let’s all get some food in us and stretch our legs, yeah?” You asked as you pulled into the first dinner you’d spotted.

Lucas and Dustin rushed out of the vehicle, the former fully recovering from the tackle he’d taken.

Robin Max and Steve took more time getting out, following the two rambunctious boys.

You, however, stayed in the van, waiting for the boy in the passenger seat to look anywhere but out the window quietly.

"Oh, come on, Ed's, you know you're hungry too,” you said, turning in your seat to face him fully. “And maybe your a tad hangry, and that’s why you tackled Lucas?”

"No, I tackled him because the little shit wouldn’t stop poking me,” Eddie snapped, finally turning to you, and while the vicious gaze of Eddie Munson was terrifying for most people, you thought it was adorable. He looked like a puppy trying to threaten you like a teddy bear with a knife.

“So you’re saying if it had been Steve in the driver's seat and he wouldn’t stop to get you food, you wouldn’t have done the same thing?” You challenged him, raising a brow. His frown softened a bit, a mischievous glint in his eyes, you assume, at the thought of annoying Steve Harrington.

"See, you’d think it was hilarious if it were Steve; your little sheep was just following in your footsteps.”

"Yeah, but they’re supposed to annoy other people, not me,” he grumbled, though you could tell he was starting to come around.

“Oh well, now you’re just asking too much,” you teased. “Now come on, I’ll buy you a milkshake,” you told him, hopping out of the driver's seat.

“Chocolate?” Eddie asked, head-whipped, to look at you.

"Ugh, fine, but I’m going to judge you for it,” you said, rolling your eyes as you shut the door and walked inside, Eddie following closely behind.

“Woah woah woah, sweetheart, are you trying to tell me you don’t like chocolate milkshakes?” Eddie asked, dramatic as ever, his hair whipping around as he shook his head.

“I mean, they’re fine, but vanilla is definitely better,” you said, shrugging. Eddie gasped loudly, clutching a hand to his chest.

“I can’t believe you just said that to me,” he said quickly as he pulled out a seat, gesturing for you to sit down.

You sat down flustered as Robin raised a brow at you, which only made your blush deepen.

“What’d you say to him?” Max asked.

“Get this, Red; she thinks vanilla milkshakes are better than chocolate,” Eddie scoffed before you could get a word.

Leading the table into a lively debate, with some taking your side while others took Eddie’s.

“You guys are all wrong. It’s obviously strawberry." Steve cut in your heads, all turning to him with disgusted looks.

"Okay, everyone can at least agree that Steve’s wrong, right?” Robin asks, eyes darting around the group as you all nod, “All right, it’s unanimous, Steve’s an idiot.” She finishes, and Steve looks offended while all of you laugh.

"Alright, I need to go smoke. You guys stress me out." Eddie shook his head, smiling.

“Those things will kill you,” you said, popping a fry into your mouth.

"Hey, you’re the one supplying me, so don’t get all high and mighty on me now, princess,” Eddie smirked as you rolled your eyes.

“That was a temporary lapse in judgment; I was distracted,” you shrugged, trying to play it cool, though the obvious blush on your face was giving you away.

"Aww, you saying I distract ya doll face?” Eddie asked, leaning in close.

"Ew, dude, are you really flirting with my sister right now?” Dustin interrupted, gagging immediately after he got the question out.

“See what I mean? Little fuckers are so annoying, I’m surprised I don’t smoke more,” he groaned, placing a cigarette between his lips as he stood up and made his way to the door.

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” you announced, getting up and speed-walking to the bathroom flustered.

"Really, Dustin,” Max scolded, smacking him in the back of the head.

"Ow, what was that for?”

“You totally just ruined their moment. Eddie was finally growing some balls, and you just stomped on them,” Lucas explained.

“What?” Dustin asked again, and the poor boy was obviously very confused.

"Really, Dustin, do we have to explain everything to you? You’re not a child,” Steve quipped sarcastically.

“What these doofuses are getting at is that Eddie has just now started shooting his shot, and you might have just deterred him for another what is it like nine years?.” Robin explained hoping the young boy would catch on.

"Wait, are you guys saying Eddie actually likes Y/N?”

“Oh my gosh, look at those boys. Sherlock finally figured one out,” Steve said, slow-clapping.

“Shut up, Steve,” Dustin seethed. “So Eddie likes Y/N? Does she like him?”

"Obviously,” Max yelled, quickly apologizing when most of the eyes in the restaurant turned to her.

“So all those times he’s called her hot, he wasn’t just doing that to annoy me?” Dustin asked, still bewildered by the new information.

“While I’m sure that is a perk,Steve started sitting up in his chair to pat Dustin on the back. “He’s got it; he's had it bad since his first senior year,Steve finished shrugging.

“I can’t believe one of my best friends has a crush on my sister, and none of you told me,” Dustin pouted.

“We thought you knew it was pretty obvious,” Max said, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t want to think about that; it’s gross.”

"Well, you better get used to it because our mission this trip is to get them together,” Robin told him as the group nodded in agreement. “And it was working perfectly without us having to do anything but put them in seats next to each other, and you might have just ruined it,” Robin grumbled.

“How am I supposed to know if you don’t tell me?!” Dustin argued.

“Tell you what?” Eddie asked, making the group jump and turn to look at the boy.

"Umm, uh, that there’s been something in his teeth for a while,” Lucas said as casually as he could.

"Nice,” Max complemented under her breath.

“Okay?” Eddie said, taking a seat and continuing to eat his food, “Hey, where’s Y/N?” He asked through a mouth full of food.

“She went to the bathroom,” Steve shrugged, sipping his milkshake.

Eddie’s head instinctively snapped towards the bathroom door, a deep frown falling over his features. When he was met with the beautiful sight of your smile and the crushing feeling that washed over him, he saw a guy, the one making you smile.

Eddie’s glare made everyone’s eyes shift to the bathroom as you giggled behind your hand at something the boy said.

And before the smart part of Eddie’s brain could even think of telling him to stay seated, he was on his feet, speeding faster than he could think.

You noticed him before he could even get a word out, turning to smile at him. “Hey Eddie, what’s up?” You asked, brows furrowed, man; he was so screwed if all it took was you smiling at him to turn him into jelly.

"Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie said, composing himself to smirk at you. “Who's your friend?” He asked, glaring daggers into the man in front of you.

"Oh, this is Chad; he saw me looking at maps and said he’s traveling west too,” you told him, smiling.

“How convenient,” Eddie bit out, his voice lashing in sarcasm.

"Yeah, man, a total coincidence,” Chad said, returning Eddie’s glare.

The two men stood in unmoving silence, glaring daggers at each other. You furrowed your brows, looking between them, rolling your eyes as far back into your head as they could go at your realization. “Oh my, are you two having a staring contest right now?” you asked, shaking your head in disbelief.

You took their unblinking silence as an answer: “Stop it, you doofus!” You exclaimed, smacking his arm lightly.

“Hey!” Eddie shrieked, “You made me lose!”

“Lose what exactly? What would’ve happened at the end of that contest? What would you have won?” You asked, arms crossing over your chest.

“I’m not exactly a hundred percent on the rules, but I’m pretty sure he gets you now,” Eddie deadpanned.

“Dude, I thought we were just asserting dominance.”

Eddie looked at the man with an expression somewhere between shock, disgust, and anger. “And that’s who won, thanks to you, sweetheart.”

“I’m not some prize, Munson,” you scoffed, walking back towards your friends.

"Yeah, no shit. I was joking that dude never would’ve beat me fair and square anyway.”

“I don’t need you to fight my battles or win me, and also, I was just talking to someone new. What is your issue?” You asked, turning to face him as you made it out in front of the diner.

“What’s my issue?!” Eddie challenged, “I don’t know, haven’t you ever heard of stranger danger? The guy was practically eye-fucking you the whole conversation.”

“So?” You asked, making Eddie scoff.

“So? So?” He asked back in unbelief, “You know what? Fine, whatever have fun getting murdered in the back of some creeps van!” Eddie exclaimed, arms waving, as he turned on his heels to stomp to the van.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that,” you said, stomping after him, “and stop walking away.” You grabbed his hand, making him turn to you and ask, “Why do you care so much?”

Eddie pulled you towards him effortlessly, pinning you up against the back of the van out of view of your friends.

His breath was hot and rugged as it fanned over your face, his doe eyes peering into your soul as he examined your face, his gaze darting between your lips and eyes.

“I care because I want you to be mine,” he whispered in your ear, his hand coming up to cup the side of your neck as you sucked in a breath. “You want that, baby?” Eddie teased biting your earlobe, and you whimpered.

"Oh, don’t worry, pretty girl, you will soon enough,” Eddie told you, inches away from your face, lips so close to touching as your body tingled in anticipation. Just as Eddie was about to close the gap, you were abruptly pulled out of your false reality by the very person you made it for. As he shook your shoulder gently, “Hey, wake up, pretty girl, we’ve got to get back on the road,” he whispered, moving some hair out of your face.

A deep blush set in at the pet name—the same pet name he had just used in your dream—coming into the front of your mind—that little voice telling you he knew but there’s no way he could know, right?

The existential crisis must have been showing on your face because Eddie was looking at you concerned. “You okay, sunshine, you look a little dazed. Nap that good?” He asked, quirking a brow.

"Yeah,” you said almost too quickly, "um, I didn’t even realize I felt asleep.”

“Oh yeah, you feel asleep on my shoulder a few minutes after you came back from the bathroom,” he shrugged.

"Well, you have a comfortable shoulder, thanks, pal,” you said, froging him in the arm, quickly getting out of your seat and speed-walking to the van.

“That was painful,” Robin said as she exited the diner behind you.

“Did I just call him pal and punch him in the arm?” You asked, your head falling on her shoulder.

"Yeah, it was pretty hard to watch,” she deadpanned. "Robin,” you whined.

“Right, sorry,” she said as she started to run a comforting hand through your hair. “What even happened to get you that flustered?”

“I kind of had a sex dream about Eddie,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by her shoulder.

“You had a sex dream about Munson, while you were napping on him,?!?” she said a bit too loudly for your taste.

“Shhh Robin”

"Right, sorry, you had a sex dream about Munson?” She repeated it in a whisper.

"Well, kind of, I was woken up before any actual sex happened, but that’s where it was leading,” you told her, finally lifting your head. “What am I going to do? I feel like a perv.”

"Okay, first of all, it’s completely natural, and second, maybe that’s your subconscious way of telling you to, you know, make a move,” Robin said, biting her thumb nail.

“You think I should make a move on him? Does he even like me?” You asked, pulling Robin's thumb away from her mouth.

“Are you kidding me? You were totally just drooling all over him in your sleep, and he didn’t even bat an eye at the guys.”

“I drooled on him.” You half asked, half whined, her head failing back into place on her shoulder.

***

“Did she just call me Pal?" Eddie asked through a dejected sigh, slumping in his seat.

"Yeah, she also drooled on you a little bit,” Dustin pointed out, poking a spot on his shoulder over the table.

“And I find that unbelievably adorable. I’m so fucked. I just got pal zoned. I think that’s worse than the friend zone,” Eddie whined, beating his head on the table.

"Oh, stop that. She didn’t mean anything by it. She just got flustered. She likes you, okay. Stop stressing and dancing around it flirtatiously and just ask her out.” Dustin told him, his eyes rolling as far back into his head as they could go.

“She said that?” Eddie’s head perked up like a puppy who had just been offered a treat.

“Not exactly, but I’m her brother, and a brother knows." Dustin shrugged, standing up. “Just go for it, man, she’s into you. I promise, just you know, maybe don’t do it in front of me because gross.”

“When did you get so wise?” Steve asked, hands on his hips, sassy as ever.

“I’ve always been wise; you deepshits just never notice,” he said, sticking his chin high as he walked off.

“No wonder his head is so big; it’s got to fit that massive ego.”

***

It’s been two hours since you stopped for dinner and 12 since you started the trip as a whole. Eddie had driven for another hour after you stopped before you made him stop and let Steve drive before he felt asleep at the wheel.

Steve and Robin were now in front. Robin passed out until Steve would shake her awake to ask for directions.

And other than the sound of Steve’s quiet humming and soft snores coming from the kids, the van was quiet.

Eddie was out cold the second his head hit the makeshift pillow of his waded-up leather jacket, stirring occasionally to find a more comfortable position.

You were in the limbo between resting and actually sleeping, not completely awake and not completely asleep, when you felt something touch your side. You turned your head, smiling sleepily at the sight in front of you. Eddie, who was already close due to the big group and limited space you had in the back of the van, had moved to lay on his side, one arm curled under his arm to replace the jacket that was now thrown over his body lazily, his other hand poking out just barely grazing your side. You could feel the coldness of his fingers through the thin material of your tank top.

You sat up frowning on the lookout for another blanket, but it seemed that every one was being occupied. After a few minutes of trying to plan in your sleepy state, you finally decided on just sharing yours with him. It wasn’t huge, but you think it could fit over both of you if you shifted a little closer.

You gently pulled the leather jacket off him, setting it aside, grabbing his hand, and moving it closer to his own body as slowly as you could, smiling proudly when you managed to do so without disturbing him.

After shifting as close as you could without actually touching the boy, you took your time situating the blanket, making sure it covered him as much as possible. You finally laid back down yourself, too tired to be anxious about the little amount of space between the two of you.

You had just closed your eyes when another touch pulled you out of your almost-sleep. This time it was more than a few fingers. Eddie was now curled into your side, arm thrown over your waist, head resting on your collarbone without even thinking you started lazily ruining a hand through his curls, making him snuggle into you further. You felt your body relax against him, starting to pull you down into sleep, finally letting it take you. You lay there with a sleepy smile on your lips, content to lay like this the rest of the night. Even if you weren’t really sure where this would leave you, when you wake up, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Relaxing in the heat, his body was now suppling, finally closing your eyes to let sleep take you.

[teatreeoilll]

|| Flustered (Geto Suguru X Reader) ||

(Reposted from my old blog which I don't have access to anymore (thanks Tumblr), if you liked it reblogs or likes would be appreciated to get me back on track since I've lost all my followers and half my work :(

in which reader has a big crush on Geto (don't we all?), just kind of me tapping into the funny post-credits vibes of jjk. notes: I even kept the small headlines I made for each part because it felt cute, might delete later.

w/c: 1.1 k

screenshot credits to user yutamayo.

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The part where Geto Suguru likes seeing you flustered.

You were sure Geto Suguru hadn't the slightest idea of what he was doing. Because if he did, it would make him a devil.

He'd always sit patiently waiting for the end of class before coming up to you, just to place a large hand on your shoulder while you were still sitting in your seat, letting it linger there for far too long as he spoke.

"Be careful, yeah?" He heard passingly from Shoko about the mission you were about to take on with one of the older sorcerers.

"Always am." You smile, thinking that if he doesn't move his hand off of your shoulder soon, the warmth of his fingertips might burn through the fabric of your uniform.

"That's not what Shoko says," He gets down on his knees to face you and tilts his head lightly, a dark strand of hair grazing the side of his nose. It would be impolite to not look straight at him now - the eye contact he kept so easily made the blush creep to your cheeks. His hand moves to rest on your thigh. There's no chance in hell he doesn't know what he's doing.

"Huh?"

"Are you feeling okay? Your face looks red, you shouldn't go if you feel sick." He says.

"I'm - fine, I just -" Your chair scrapes the floor as you get up abruptly, "I don't want to keep Mei Mei waiting."

Did someone tell him that I have a crush on him? You thought while stumping down the hall, the only one who knows is Shoko, and there's no chance she'd do that. Damn it.

-

The part where you learn that if you ever ask for something of Mei Mei, be very specific.

It doesn't help to wipe the sweat. It just mixes with dirt and blood that covered you from head to toe, leaving your vision blurred and your moves sloppy. Mei Mei has it all under control - as she usually does, with her battleaxe swinging elegantly through numerous curses each instant, leaving their severed parts to rest on the dirty linoleum floors, but it doesn't mean she'd let you off easy.

"You should at least try to focus, or you wouldn't live long enough to have any chance of getting together with Geto."

huh?

"I'm sorry. I'll focus." you mutter shamefully.

The mission ends almost instantaneously when Mei Mei finds the curse responsible for the recent killings, her blows unwavering even at the horrid sight. You knew you weren't at your usual level on this mission, but Mei Mei's words have shifted your focus completely.

The car ride was silent except for the sound of your uniform's fabric brushing over the car seat every time your leg bounced restlessly, thoughts running back and forth through your mind.

"Mei-Mei, How'd you know that -"

She didn't even wait for your sentence to finish; "Gojo paid me to send a raven to pry on yours and Shoko's conversations."

"Oh," fuck, "wait, shouldn't it be a secret?"

"He paid me to snoop," a smile grazed her lips, "not to keep a secret."

-

The part where Gojo Satoru faces imminent death.

"I'll kill you, Satoru!" You shout, but Gojo only likes it more. He runs around the class pretending that all the things you're throwing at his direction will actually hurt him. He hides his tall figure poorly behind desks, giggling every time another part of school property passes his head by a few inches.

"And end a bloodline just like that?" He teases.

Shoko stands silently in the doorway, watching the scene unfold. She puts a cigarette in her mouth, ready to turn away from the class and leave you to deal with Gojo in any way that you see fit. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Geto approaching the classroom, oblivious to the new developments.

"Ieri - " He tries to say something, but she just slowly shakes her head "No".

"Wouldn't go in there if I were you." Shoko closes the door behind her, muffling the conundrum of threats and laughter coming out of the room.

In the hall, Gojo's mocking words could still be heard through loud thuds of heavy objects hitting the floor, "D'you really wanna' kill your boyfriends best friend?"

-

The part where Geto Suguru is so, so sorry.

Geto felt the guilt rush over him now that you knew that he had flustered you very much deliberately. You've ignored him for almost a week now, which by any means would be considered a feat, seeing that you've spent hours together in classes and practice almost every day. And even when he came to apologize, befitting a Jujutsu sorcerer, you stood before him in the hallway with an unholy amount of unwavering pride.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, especially when I knew that you have a crush on me." He had stated the obvious, but still somehow managed to lie. He really wasn't sorry - his heart fluttered everytime he saw your face turn crimson under his touch.

"Had." You corrected.

"Had?"

"Yeah, had a crush on you."

"Oh, so you don't anymore?"

"No." You lied through your teeth, but you were rather convinced that if you'd just keep focusing on the anger you felt, the feeling will blow over eventually anyway.

"That's understandable," He says, taking a small step closer to you, just to test the waters. When you didn't move, he raised his arm slowly, pressing the palm of his hand to the side of your face, watching your body involuntarily eliciting the same response he longed for. On the tips of his fingers he clearly felt your jaw tense up slightly, and the heat gathering quickly in your cheeks, "But I just can't have that happen. You look so cute like this, you know?"

It was futile to resist his kiss, his whole body felt like it belonged to be pressed right against yours. Your pride melted against his tongue, his lips only stopping when he had to draw a quick breath. By the time his hand was entangled in your hair, it was too late to try and regain the last shreds of dignity, and so you opted to wrap your arms around him to press your bodies even closer.

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

It was quite a shock when Damian had asked his brothers for assistance in a project for his advance music theory class.

It was a unspoken knowledge that music was a part of the Wayne family.

If they didn’t have an affinity for an instrument then it was singing and if not singing dancing.

Almost everyone who came into the family had some sort or knack and those who hadn’t picked it up along the way.

Damian was the most uninterested members when he had joined the family so it was quite a shock when he demanded help this morning.

Testing out the drums Jason shared a look with the others before asking,

“So why did you need all of us to begin with? You’re not recording or anything right?”

Damian let out a tch as for himself ready,

“Not right now, but I felt it imperative to go over my composition at least once altogether, in case I felt the need to add.”

The kid continued to tune the ukulele in his hands.

It was a strange choice for the ex assassin but when questioned he merely claimed it was due to it’s size being easier to travel with.

“Well I think it’s an interesting choice in lead instrument baby bird!”

Dick claimed as he played with his maraca while glancing over his sheet music.

“I think it will go nicely with the your lyrics! But I do have to ask-“

“I made the lyrics very clear.”

“And you did! But-“

Damian gave a glare as Dick took a seat.

“I will cut out the maracas, do not test me Richard.”

Tim gave a snort from his place slumped over the piano,

“Just be glad you got to see the vocal sheet music, he just annotated the places he wanted me to harmonize with you.”

“Yeah we’ll you kind of have to be more focused my your hands than anything else.”

Silence fell as they finished their warm ups and Damian began to strum his cords.

The eldest watched as the others raised their eyebrows at the tempo and of the tune but came just the the same.

“I lost my cool, I’m not sure how to act, not even sure how I can keep my pride intact.”

Jason felt his eyebrows raise at the lyrics as Dick and Tim started their backup harmonies.

“No, I'm not falling for you, so please have mercy on me

'Cause it's not romantic, I swear I'm not gasping for air

I want you to be here, but please don't come near

'Cause even though I'm pretty sure my head's exploding

I'm not ready for hand holding

It's not love, I swear It might be closer to despair.”

The first interlude began and Jason shot an incredulous look at Dick. Was this the demon brat? Were they sure he hadn’t been replaced in the night with some sappy clone?

Dick for his part tried to convey to younger brother to just keep playing.

“No, I don't want want you to teach me how to dance Get your heart away from me, you'll put me into a trance

And even though I think about you day and night

I'm not sure if this whole love thing sounds quite right”

Tim craned his neck as the chorus started again, to look at Damian and nearly fell off his stool when he realized that there was blush on the younger’s face.

‘Who in god’s name has somehow wiggled their way past the kid’s defenses?!’

Damian, for his part was refusing to look in the other’s direction as he powered through to the last verse.

“Cause even though I'm pretty sure my head's exploding

I'm not ready for hand holding

It's not love, I swear

It might be closer to despair”

Crooning the last notes to the song, Damian seemed to take a moment to gather himself before quickly striking last note and letting the room fill with silence.

No one seemed to know how to react after such a performance for a second.

Then Dick tried to clear the frog in his throat and the moment was over.

“Baby bird-“

“Cease your prodding, this was for a school project and nothing more.”

Damian gritted out as he stood from his seat,

“Now if you excuse me I am going to return to my room, I feel that if I were to add a bass to the background it would help with the mixing of sounds.”

And left as quickly as he could without raising suspicions.

“Holy fuck,”

Jason breathed out,

“When did the brat gain his first crush?”

“It has to be new.”

Tim rubbed his temple with his thumb,

“He’s still clearly in denial so he hasn’t really gotten used to the idea.”

“You say that like he doesn’t share his dna with the most emotionally constipated man in the known universe.”

“Guys.”

Dick raised his hands in exasperation,

“We can argue on whether or not he’s conscious about his crush later. Right now I want to do some background checks on this person.”

Before exiting the music room,

Tim gave him a disbelieving look,

“Background checks? Dick we don’t even have a name here.”

“Yeah dickhead, even if we’re assuming that he wrote this song about someone in his school we’re still looking a number in the hundreds.”

“That would be true,”

Dick’s eyes took a mischievous look as the other’s followed him into the office.

“If it wasn’t for the fact that Damian had complained about this assignment beforehand, so I know for a fact that it’s about someone in his Advanced music theory class.”

Jason and Tim shared a similar expression as they joined him in the cave.

“That does narrow it down a bit, what’s an average class size replacement?”

“Oh about 20 students, but with the fact that this is an non essential elective course, I would bet it to be smaller.”

With a shared nod and grin they started up the bat computer.

Not like they had any other big plans today anyways.

————

The song if you want

[i4oba]

mark as… 💭 / your college friend !? ⊹◞✿

your first ever lecture being anthropology, out of all options, was pretty much chaotic and a really humbling experience

you kind of felt lost?? with the lecturer throwing in some of his own antics, with a little too much of little pop culture doses

i mean, he was trying??? talking about batman all of a sudden, comparing a pretty much real theory to his logo or something

(not that you didn’t mention that during that really crazy one on one oral exam… BUT STILL?)

now that’s how you got to know mark lee

i mean, not during the exam, waaaay before that – the first lecture, being just as confused as you, he was.. probably trying to look for someone who was taking notes (preferably good ones at that)

and that’s when your eyes met his!

i guess the panic was so evident in the look you gave him, he just.. couldn’t help but laugh loud asf at your CONFUSED face

i mean, if it was the other way round, you would’ve laughed as well, what can i say..

but still, you had to whisper shout at him (which was weird in the middle of the lecture, being literal meter away from each other) ?? telling him to stop the shenanigans or else you’ll throw hANDS!!!????

(you ended up not doing that – you decided his face was too cute… yeah… pathetic…)

anyways… he literally waited !!!!!!! for you not so far from the lecture hall after it was finished and.. he kind of just??? approached you when he saw you exiting, face representing the Thousands of questions you were left behind

i mean, he felt the same kinda–

but anyways, it was quite.. awkward when you two first interacted. he didn’t really know what to say, you couldn’t really respond to him since all he could muster out was

well.. it sounded stupid

(because he was nervoussssss–i mean, who wouldn’t be when they are trying to hit on a pretty girl like you.. DUH?)

he ended up asking for your notes though.. but it was strategic, you know???

you gotta slide into his dms that way!!!!!! so he can try again!!!!!! (a little bit harder maybe idk)

i mean, you agreed but had a suspicious look while nodding, still trying to figure out his intentions

it really wasn’t clear honestly, he seemed so weird at first, and then he was friendly, offering help around the campus, and then suddenly he wanted to chat???

YOU HAD EYES OF COURSE. even at the omnious, freaking awful freshmen camp you couldn’t spot anyone that looked even half as good as him

but still…

he had that kinda “pretty boy next door” type of vibe which you honestly adored–probably that’s why you agreed on going to that party as well, he invited you to

it was silly of you, of course, and you couldn’t not notice the confused looks of your dormmate

you two knew each other for like.. 2 days and she was suddenly acting like your mother

“ughhh… that dude, you know, that johnny fella has that kind of reputation on campus…”

WHO THE FUCK IS JOHNNY!!!!!!!??????

“he’s a compsci major” she said, shrugging

“that’s literally where the fuckboys are at”

you were like What.. are yoU EVEN SAYING LMFAO

(every compsci major dude i’ve ever seen was a loser though… ?)

where she got that information???OUT OF HER ASS????

later on, like two days had to pass at most???? maybe just one and a half??? and she got invited as well–some chenle dude and her went to the same seminar and things just happened

not her opinion changing.. lol

but it was set now that you two are going together! mostly because she knew you don’t have any friends so.. she might as well help you out–that’s the least she can do after you two changed beds

she kind of made you out to be a loser that way.. like WHAT! YOU HAVE Friends… just

having a major on a different campus.. BUT STILL THE SAME SCHOOL!!!

she was always giving you that weirded tf out look whenever you mentioned it. like okay girl, go off, say whateva lol

but she felt the need to accompany you (GOD BLESS HER TBH)

looking all hot and stuff, you two both paid a visit to the house party which was… honestly pretty boring looking at first

like yeah, just a couple of dudes, not hype enough music either

you expected some kind of shitty techno untz untz music like in those german clubs

those are HYPE. or the eastern european clubs’ music.. elite tier i swear

but you got none of that, only a silly and honestly pretty mid ?? spotify playlist

it’s like giving the aux to someone who only listens to tiktok music like BFFR

right before you were about to leave this horrible gathering, you spotted mark, having a really heated conversation with a Damn Tall boy, snapback on both of their heads

they kind of looked like a couple lmfao OR TWINS

you were hesitant whether you should go and greet him but there was no actual reason that could pull you back

since your roommate literally found someone from her sociology 101 lecture and literally vanished from the surface of earth

Leaving you alone, with a horrible mix of vodka and some other shit you would’ve spit out if only there weren’t too many people

so yeah, there wasn’t any other choice you could’ve made, outside of leaving way too early

that’s how you ended up in the conversation with mark (and, later on you found out, johnny, who wasn’t actually that big of a douchebag your roommate had explained)

it was nice honestly, you got a chance to expose some Drama from high school, you got to talk about your arch nemesis (who attends the same college as you) and some other, unimportant stuff

but they were soooo interested it made you feel??Idk special or something

it really isn’t that frequent that you can shittalk and someone wouldn’t shut you up

and that is why you got back to mark every time–he listened. not only the funny bits of your life, he listened to everything you had to say: your life, school and problems with coursework (he even offered to help), and yeah..

lovelife as well.

you got together with someone from the same major as you–jaehyun.

he was funny, and charming, absolutely adorable and such a great lover??? And then… and then yeah

shit happened, like it always does and you were officialy Heartbroken

you couldn’t really handle it, even though it wasn’t your first time

(in high school, you dated one of the jocks and then got surprised he cheated on you like Dude those are infamous player lmfao…)

so the first person you went to was

your roommate! But she was busy as hell with assignments and exams so she kind of.. I mean she tried to help, but half of her attention was on you, and the other half glued to the monitor of her computer, reading stuff for her research paper

so you went to the second choice of yours–mark lee. but you didn’t mention that fact to him.. it would’ve hurted his heart deeply

you two went to the movies after you raged a little, cried a little into his shoulder and begged him to punch jaehyun in the face

he figured you should focus on something fun, instead of the self deprecating shit you’ve been on lately

and he was Absolutely Fully (ahah!) Truly right

you bought a ticket to the first movie you two saw, not even paying attention what it actually was

(it was a damn horror movie which was So Fucking scary you BOTH were left trembling from fear… pus-)

he used this fact for his own good… he invited you over… to his dorm… since his roommate went home for the weekend…

and the funniest thing is that you agreed, hurriedly messaging your friend, telling her not to wait for you, then ignoring ALL of her furiously typed down responses and calls even

she needed to focus ANYWAYS

so that’s how you ended up in mark’s dorm room… Yeah, yeah yeah

some might say it’s pathetic, some might say you’re dumb as Hell but what could you doooooo

he was looking at you with that extra adorable puppy look on his face… how could you resist

there was no way you could say no, it would’ve been heartless ????????

and you know what would’ve been even MORE heartless?????? Not giving a kiss on his beautiful lips that were literally SCREAMING for yours

It may or may not have been a bad choice but you couldn’t care less… suddenly you felt at ease, kissing him vigorously over and over again

soft hair between your fingers, his breath on your lips and sparkling eyes looking at you

maybe… maybe he was more?? Than a friend

(your roommate was about to slap you right then and there when you told her about the story though…)

[peterman-spideyparker]

my tears ricochet (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader) 5/5

Author’s Note: Hi! I've put these two through enough. It's still sad, but the ending makes up for it, I hope! Enjoy!

Summary: Out of the hospital and on the mend, you finally make your way to Clinton Church to try and make sense of the grief for the man you loved who has been out of your life for ten years.

Warnings: Angst, grief, PTSD, unresolved feelings, canon-typical violence, wound recovery (reference to pain from wound/surgery, reader is using a cane in recovery), recounting of the end of The Defenders/Season 3 DD, emotional damage, absent parents/friends, mentions of death, fear of loss, reconnection, fluff, hopeful ending

Other Characters: Father Lantom, Sister Maggie

Word Count: 3,162

You hum in pain as you sit down in the pew, the short walk taking a lot out of you. It smells like incense and old wood, and you can hear everything both in and out of the church from where you sit, the echos loud and all-consuming. You wonder if this is what Matt felt like all the time—hearing sounds reverberate and echo like church bells in the mountains, never finding a moment of quiet or solitude, condemned to listen to everything all the time. Never knowing peace.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” you breathe into the empty church after a few minutes. “I hoped you’d give me a nudge in the right direction if I came here. I know what this place meant to you. I . . . I’d like a sign.” You look up to the ceiling, looking at the images staring unblinking down on you before closing your eyes and hanging you head. Why are you even trying? What does it even matter? Matt’s gone—he was long gone a decade ago.

“New to the city?” a new, older voice says. You look over, seeing a man in all black approach you down the aisle. “Or in need of some guidance?”

“I needed somewhere quiet,” you admit with a sigh as the elderly priest sits down next to you. “I needed a way to try and find peace. The last few months . . . they have been too much to bear.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. If it helps, I’m a friendly ear that’s willing to listen. At least you’ll be able to get it off your chest. Sometimes, that’s half of the battle, just letting it out,” the priest says. Father Lantom. You remember him from when you came with Matt to a service one Christmas and a few other times.

You dip your head and let out a sigh. “About a year ago, my husband passed away. It was . . . fast. Unexpected. He didn’t suffer.”

“I’m sorry.”

“The worst part was, I didn’t feel sad like someone should when their spouse passes away. I was sad, but . . .” You let out a long sigh and tilt your head back. “He was good to me. Kind. He cared. But it wasn’t love, at least not the kind of love that should lead two people to get married. But I got through it. And then a few months ago—.” You wipe away your tears and sniffle. “This was his church. I went with him a few times when we were in college together.”

“Who? Your husband?” 

“No, an old friend.”

“I’ve been here for a long time. I’m pretty good with names and faces. I think it’s because I’ve got a connection upstairs.”

You give a small smile at his joke. “His name was Matt. Matt Murdock.” You wipe away a tear. “I was in an accident, and I was in the hospital when he died.”

The priest lets out a long, low sigh. “Do you mind me asking how he passed?”

“That building that went down, Midland Circle? I guess he was around it, got crushed under the debris. Matt and I, um . . . We lost touch for about ten years, and then by chance he came back shortly before my accident and before he . . .” You can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence. It doesn’t sound right saying that he’s dead—it coats your mouth with a bitter taste. But why? You shouldn’t feel like this. He left, he completely cut you out. You tried to get in touch, but he still walked out of your life like everyone else. But yet you still have this feeling. “I didn’t think I’d ever see him again, when he ghosted me in law school. I guess that some part of me always held out hope that he’d come back. At some point, I made peace with it—that our lives took us down separate roads, that it was probably the best for the both of us. But seeing him a few months ago dredged up feelings and reminded me of how happy I was with him, having him in my life, and how unhappy I am right now. How unhappy I’ve been for a long time. And now he’s not even around to help me sort through all these feelings—he’s the reason they’re all swirling around now, it’s only fair he help settle them. And he had the gall to die.”

You don’t realize that you’re crying with your voice raised and body shaking until the old priest hands you a bag of to-go Kleenex. You open them, wiping away your tears, desperately trying to collect yourself. You’re not supposed to behave this way, your parents taught you better, but you just can’t help it; you’ve never been able to act rationally or control your emotions how you were taught to when it came to Matt. And that’s how you know you really, truly loved him.

“I don’t know where to go from here,” you croak. “I’ve already lost my husband. And now I’ve lost the first man I’ve ever loved. None of it makes sense. None of it feels right. There wasn’t even a funeral. A-A-And now I’m here feeling hurt and abandoned by the only person who I felt saw me for who I was, not who he wanted, begging for there to be a way to bring him back. To take me instead. For me to feel something . . . because now I feel like the same lost girl finishing law school.”

“Grief and loss . . .” Father Lantom lets out a sigh. “There’s no easy way to go about it. Saying that everything happens for a reason or that it’s all part of God’s plan doesn’t always help, either. Sometimes, things just happen. And it really sucks sometimes. But every time we go through it, we become stronger. That doesn’t mean we can’t feel sad at everything that could have been, though. How things could have turned out differently if not for one thing.”

“Your connection with the Big Guy upstairs can’t give me insight when this hurt will stop, can it?”

“Unfortunately, no,” he sighs. 

“I figured I’d at least try.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.”

“(Y/N),” you say, extending your hand for him to shake.

“(Y/N), do you have a moment to spare? I think there’s something that you should see. It might help with this grief you’re feeling.”

“Oh, I—.”

“Please.”

The sincerity in his voice gets to you, and you give him a gentle nod. He helps you stand with your cane, holding onto you to keep you upright and steady as he can tell walking is still a rather tender movement. You both slowly make your way down the basement steps, the sound of your shoes echoing against the stone.

“Stay here for just a moment, please,” he whispers with a gently hand on your shoulder.  “I need to confirm that what I want to show you is actually still here.”

“O-Okay,” you say, confused and concerned. How could something in this basement leave? It doesn’t exactly seem like a lively place; it’s cold, dark, and frankly, a little spooky. But from what you remember about Father Lantom, he only ever wants to help, so, whatever is down here must be worth it. Matt trusted him, put his faith in him. That’s enough for you.

“(Y/N)?” he calls after you softly as he come back to your side. “May I?”

He takes your hand and slowly leads you into the large, open room, light streaming in through small street level and stained-glass windows. There is nothing in the open space, and you turn to give the elderly priest a questioning look as he starts to move out of the basement. 

“F-Father, I—,” you start, but he raises a gentle hand. You turn back to facing front and you’re startled when you see someone step out from the shadows. You take a half step back, afraid of what is emerging, but a voice in your head tells you to relax. Despite what popular culture has told you about spooky basements, you listen to the voice in your head. He wouldn’t have brought you down here if it wasn’t safe. Walking closer to what looks like a makeshift bedroom, you carefully look around to see what is moving. It’s probably just a rat— you don’t think churches are exempt from New York City rats. But the next movement you see is decidedly larger than a rat.

“Matt?” you say, barely audible. It can’t be him. Foggy said he died. Foggy wouldn’t have lied about that—the pain on his face was too real, too raw. A building—a full-on skyscraper—went down on him. But he’s here, right in front of you, real as ever. When Matt’s lifts his head, your heart nearly stops. It’s him. Beaten, bruised, and a scraped up, but it’s him. It’s Matty. “No . . . What?”

“(Y/N/N),” he breathes, groaning in pain as he stands and walks toward you. The silence is deafening as your heart races in your chest, and it just doesn’t feel real. “It’s so good to . . . Are you okay?”

“N-No,” you whimper, your voice trembling as you drop your cane. “I-I . . . You’re alive. I thought you weren’t. Nobody does. I . . . I don’t know what to think or do.”

His hand reaches for yours, his calloused fingers brushing against the palm of your hand, his thumbs running against your knuckles. You want to yank them away— you don’t want to give him the luxury of holding onto you, but you just can’t pull back. Not when he’s here, not when he’s alive. “I . . . I thought I was going to die. I don’t know how I didn’t. I should have. I deserve to be dead.”

“How could you say that?” you murmur. 

“It’s how I feel. People would be better off that way. No one needs me. You don’t need me. You were better off without me, both in Columbia and a few months ago. I’m the one that brought you pain.” 

“Matt, I do need you. No one understands what happened on the roof. They tell me it’s going to take time, it’ll get better, but it doesn’t. I keep having these nightmares. They’re all from that night. Sometimes it’s just me reliving the memory, other times, our roles were reversed—me standing on the other side of the roof, you kneeling on the ground with a sword to you . . . watching a blade cutting through your stomach, hearing you cry out in pain, holding you in my arms . . .” You sniffle and wipe away tears. “Why’d you disappear?” you whine. “Why’d you leave me?”

“I almost got you killed,” he breathes, his voice low and gravely with emotion. “I had to.”

“No, Matt. Why’d you leave me in law school?” His face is one that looks similar to a scared child, fragile and anxious. “We were so close. And then one day you were just gone. I know you were with her, but, why couldn’t you keep me in your life? A call, a note, something. Anything. Why’d you have to leave?”

“I . . . It just happened. A door opened to a life I never thought of, one where it all seemed easier. It was a chance to forget all the baggage, all the pain and trauma from my past. After everything, it sounded nice. And it was, for a while.”

“Matt . . .”

“She died that night on the roof,” he swallows. “I mean, I thought she did. But s-she actually is now, and . . . She was so involved in everything that happened months ago, and you almost died because they grabbed you just because they saw us talking. I felt like I was poison. I am poison.”

You hold back tears, running your fingers through his hair. “You were the air in my lungs at Columbia,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “It was so much harder to breathe when you weren’t around.”

“But you survived.“

“I was unhappy. 

“You survived.”

“Surviving isn’t the same as living.”

“You weren’t hurt. You didn’t have a sword sticking through you. You were safe far away from me.”

“I wasn’t me. I only ever felt like me when I was with you and Foggy. Without that in my life . . . I was a pawn in a game of the wealthy. Foggy, you . . . you only ever wanted me.”

“I did. But I’m not what you deserve. I’m damaged goods.”

“No you are not,” you say sternly. “Yes, you’ve been through things, but you are not damaged, Matty.”

He closes his eyes, letting out a long breath while tears roll down his cheeks. “You were the first and last person to call me Matty after my dad died. It always made me so happy to hear you say it.”

You're crying with him now, and you don’t care that it hurts your wound. “You were the first person to call me (Y/N/N)—you’re the only person to call me (Y/N/N). I mean, besides Foggy, but . . . It makes me feel like myself. Just me. No expectations to live up to, no labels attached.” You sniffle, swallowing hard to keep it all together. “My husband didn’t even call me (Y/N/N). It was always my full name or the abbreviated version my parents use for me, and I couldn’t stand it. The formality, the rules, the masks—it made me feel like I was a child again getting told what to do at a function, getting scolded for not behaving how an Upper East Side daughter should.”

Matt lets out a wet chuckle as he rests his forehead against yours. “Do you remember when that happened in Intro to Constitutional Law? I thought you were going to jump up from your desk and deck the professor when they called you that.”

You both laugh at the memory, holding onto one another closely, basking in a touch neither of you ever thought you’d get to have again.

“I don’t want to lose you again,” you breathe. “I’m not strong enough.”

“I don’t want to lose you either. But I don’t think your parents will care for you hanging with good-doing hooligans from Hell’s Kitchen. And if it’s not them that’ll pull us apart, it’ll be something else.”

“I honestly don’t care what my parents think anymore, or what anyone in their sphere thinks of me. They already had me. I’d like it if you had me now. If I could stay. The life I dreamed about, the one that we talked about at school, that’s the life I know I can have with you. I want that, and I want you.”

“(Y/N/N).” He lets out a sigh as he swallows hard, the muscle feathering in his jaw. "I hear your scream every night. It’s terrifying. It haunts me—it kills me. It’s the only thing I can hear, it’s louder than anything in the city.”

You wipe a tear from your own cheek. “Every time I close my eyes, I see the look on your face when you held me in your arms. I’ll never forget it.”

“My life is dangerous. What I do—.”

“I’m not looking for easy, I’m just looking for you. I just want you, Matt. I didn’t know how badly I did until I saw you at that event. I want to be in your life again. Any way you’ll let me, I want to be there.”

“I’d like that,” he breathes. “I can’t tell you how much, angel.”

“Then let me in, please.”

Tears stream down his face as he does his best to control his breathing. 

“I’m afraid,” he breaks. 

You give his hands a firm, reassuring squeeze. “I am, too. But if we have each other, we don’t have to be. Or, at least we don’t have to be afraid alone.”

“There’s this man, (Y/N/N).” He pinches his eyes shut and shakes his head. “Until he’s taken care of, I can’t be close with anyone. If I am, they’ll be targets, they’ll get hurt. You’d get hurt, again, because of me. And I couldn’t live with that. I’d never forgive myself. Not that I forgave myself for letting you get hurt in the first place.”

“It’s not always on you. You don’t have to shoulder any of this alone.”

“I can’t lose you again.”

“Matty . . .”

He lets out a sigh, resting his forehead on yours. 

“It’s dangerous,” he repeats softly. 

“I know.” He nuzzled his nose against yours, desperate for more of your touch. “But I promise that everything will be alright. I’m not going anywhere. Okay? We can start back slow, but I’m not leaving you alone. It’ll take a lot more than dying—real or fake—to shake me.”

He nods lightly. “I promise I will do absolutely everything I can to keep you safe, and I swear there won’t be a day that I let pass without letting you know how much I care about you. I-I know that I messed up. I know. Leaving you, that was the biggest mistake of my life. But—.”

“When are you gonna stop apologizing and just kiss me? I think we’ve both waited long enough.”

He just smiles, closing the space between you so your lips finally meet in a soft kiss. You hum happily, sliding your hands around his waist, accidentally irritating an injury under his shirt. You gasp and pull back, just enough to look at his face. 

“Sorry,” you breathe.

“It’s okay,” he hums. “Occupational hazard.”

“Well, maybe I can help make it better.”

He smiles dreamily, giving you a gentle nod before leaning back in, only for the clearing of a throat to interrupt your embrace. Looking over, you see one of the nuns standing by the steps, and you're quick to create some space between yourself and Matt.

“Looks like things are starting to look up,” she hums. “I think that’s the first time he’s smiled since he got here. Can you get him to dress like he’s ready to rejoin the land of the living instead of skulking down here?”

“Well, I can only do so much,” you respond, blushing deeply, taking your hands off Matt’s torso. “Lead a horse to water, and all.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice—especially with this one. Stubborn as a mule.”

You turn back to Matt. “I’m glad you’re not dead, but don’t you dare disappear on me again.”

“I won’t. I promise. When all of this is over, the first place I’m going is into your arms. And this time, I’m not leaving.”

You press a kiss to his cheek, giving him a small smile. “You better.”

Matt leans in for one more kiss on your lips. “It’s a guarantee, sweetheart.”

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otra vez - suguru niragi

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an: i haven't even finished s2 but i wanted to get this out already. so enjoy the first niragi fluff from s2!

cw: blood and cursing!

wc: 4.5k words, to be exact 4,550 words

→ fem!reader

Twenty minutes left into the King of Clubs game and it seemed that all hope is lost. At least, that is what Y/N is thinking as she walks around the shipping containers.

With a gap of three thousand points, she needed to at least find two items to overthrow the other players, to overthrow the King of Clubs himself and deem herself and her teammates as the winners and leave the place with their lives and limbs in tact.

But with the time kept ticking and only one item left to find, she knew that leaving this place is nothing more than a distant dream.

The old world wasn't so bad. Sure it was filled with violence and hate, but the people in the old world still used their common sense; hence why the world still went on and on and on and on and on.

Whereas this world has abandoned all common sense all for the sake of one thing: to survive.

"Hey" She heard a voice call out to her. She didn't needed to lift her head up to know who was talking to her.

"Got a minute? Wanted to talk to you about something." He tells her.

"Go away." Y/N replies, sending Niragi a sharp look. "I don't want to talk to you. You and Usagi may have come to terms but I'll never-"

"Can you just listen to me for one goddamn minute?!" Niragi cuts her off, raising his voice. "Fuck. Were dying already and you're still stubbornly refusing to listen to me? Listen to what I have to say first so I won't look for you in the afterlife nor when we get reincarnated or shit!"

That ought to shut Y/N up. With Niragi's current state right in front of her, a small part of her felt bad for him. Given his body state, she could at least treat his burn marks with the cream in her bag, clean his wounds and bruises with antiseptic wipes and apply a new bandage on his body and arms.

Wait, why was she thinking of all that?

When she is prepared to listen to what Niragi has to say, the male immediately turned his back on her, coughing out blood into the pavement.

"Do you see that, Y/N? I don't have much time." He says, snickering under his breath before slowly turning to look at her.

"Perfect timing, right? I'm pretty pitiful too look at too, right?" He asks her.

"Save your energy!" Y/N replies without hesitation. "I have antibiotics in my bag and clean clothes that'll fit you! We just have to-"

"Don't be stupid, Y/N." Niragi says, walking up to her and holding her by her shoulders. "You and I are going to die."

Pursing her lips into a thin line, her eyes began to sting and before then, hot tears cascaded out, damping her cheeks.

"You looked at me like that...when we first met." Niragi says, chuckling softly as his hands slowly reach up to cup her face, thumbs wiping away her tears.

"Fuck, you're so pretty. You still look so pretty just like when we first saw each other in school."

With their close proximity, Y/N could smell the dried blood and soot off him, sending a painful pang in her chest, causing her to sniff and let out a sob.

"I'm scum, Y/N. But even scums have feelings!" Niragi irrates, his hands holding onto her shoulders now firmly. "Out of all the disgusting looks I've received from people back then, you're the only one who looked at me...with love and kindness."

"In the twisted world, I found you." He whispers, looking into Y/N's face as she cries silently in front of him.

"In the face of death, I want to tell you that if we could go back in time...I'll learn how to stand up for myself and learn how to love you right. Give you a better life, be a better person for you."

"It's funny think that...in this world as well, we found each other." Niragi mentions, smiling a little. "Do you think a god is looking down at us? If so, I want to talk to that god and tell them, in my next life, I want to meet you again."

The two of them are at lost for words but neither of them needed to speak as their lips found each other's, kissing as if it's their last. Hands holding onto each other tightly as if the world is finally drawing closer to their end.

Tick tock, tick tock, the timer beeped. And as the timer gave its last time, the blimp explodes, the printed King of Clubs papers burning mid air before crashing down on the ground.

Turning their heads to look at the explosion, neither of them had anything to say. Did Arisu managed to beat Kyuma? Had Kuina and Usagi took over their base whilst distracted?

Two things are for sure: they'll never know who and how they won the game against the game master himself and for the most part, they are glad to have found each other in their arms; for the second and certainly not the last time.

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Psycho - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: She's Jason Carver's ex and she's finally rediscovering who she is thanks to a certain metalhead. Very loosely based on the song Psycho by Taylor Acorn.

Word Count: 4622

Reposting to see if I can get it to show in tags.

Walking into the cafeteria and seeing Jason with his arm slung around Chrissy’s shoulders, not two days after she had broken up with him, only confirmed to her that she had made the right decision. His smug grin had her sick to her stomach, so much so that she was tempted to leave right then and there as she was no longer interested in her lunch but she couldn’t. It would only give Jason the satisfaction to think that he had won when he really hadn’t.

Rolling her eyes as she made an attempt to pass the table unnoticed but of course he noticed her. Since the break up it was like she couldn’t get any peace from him; walking to her locker - there he was; passing him to get to her seat in class - grabbing her arm, anything to have a dig at her about how she lost the best thing to ever happen to her and it seemed that right now would be the same.

“There she is the sorry little soul that let me go” he sneered, glancing around the table where the rest of the basketball team and cheer team sat, revelling in the way that they all laughed at his words. Given that she used to be a part of the cheer team, she had hoped that at least a couple of them would ignore Jason’s words but no, it seems like all the bonds she’d created with them were all fake.  What a surprise, she thought as she fought the urge to roll her eyes.

“What do you want, Carver?” she spat, her words laced with poison as she waited impatiently for what he had to say, wanting more than anything to just walk away and have nothing to do with him ever again.

“Just thought you should know that you’ve been replaced so there will be no more need for your little stalker act” he smirked, leaning back in his chair and throwing his arm around Chrissy’s shoulders again. She noted how uncomfortable Chrissy looked and she felt for her, she really did but it wasn’t her fault she got sucked in by his fake charm, hell even she fell for it until she realised that’s just what it was, fake. Now though she was facing Jason’s wrath for hurting his ego but she didn’t care, she’d spent years trying to force herself to fit the mould of what he wanted her to be and she was done with it.

“Oh is that what you think this is, one of those ‘if I can’t have you then nobody can’” she enquired, tilting her head to the side and forcing her eyes to look as innocent as possible, “because it’s not, this is a fuck you Jason Carver, now leave me in peace” she spoke, unable to hide the roll of her eyes as she marched off to find an empty table far away from his stupid face.

Vaguely aware of the stares from those on his table and the surrounding tables, she kept her head high because the last thing she wanted to do was to show weakness to that prick.

The music room was always quiet on a Friday after classes had finished, most kids wanting to leave as soon as possible but she liked the quiet it gave. Even more so now, her notebook open on the table in front of her as her pen scribbled down the thoughts as they appeared. It had been a while since she’d played or even attempted to write but with the events of the past week it seemed that the inspiration that came out of it was the only good thing to have happened that week.

Eddie hadn’t meant to stand in the doorway watching her like some kind of creep. He’d been on his way to the drama room to set up for Hellfire but to get there he had to pass the music room; he also didn’t expect there to be anyone still at the school this late and especially not for anyone to sound as though they were pouring their heart out over a guitar.

Now the music was definitely not heavy enough for his taste but he was a musician through and through so he couldn’t help but admire the talent coming from in the room which was why he’d stopped in the first place. What he definitely didn’t expect to see was Jason Carver’s ex, hunched over the guitar, definitely not looking like herself or how she’d always presented herself in all that peppy getup. No, her clothes, dare he say it looked a lot more like his own, dark jeans and top with a denim jacket over the top and battered converse on her feet. If this was the real her then Eddie wanted to get to know her, not the show she put on for anyone else but he wasn’t going to be able to do that if her first impression of him was from him watching her without her knowledge.

Clearing his throat as he stepped into the room, she looked up, wide eyed at being caught, even more so when she saw that it was none other than Eddie Munson that caught her.

“Didn’t know you played” he spoke, brow arched in curiosity as he tried to make himself appear less intimidating than he usually did, knowing it was the first time that they’d have spoken and he didn’t know anything about her so he didn’t want to scare her. Though he didn’t need to be worried, she wasn’t as meek as she let on, or as she’d played on to keep on Jason’s good side.

“There’s a lot you-anyone” she corrected herself, “don’t know about me” she replied, no bite in her words but not necessarily all that friendly either as she was still unsure of his intentions. She kept the guitar against her body as he came closer, not that she expected him to do anything but it was more of a comfort, a barrier she supposed, between them.

Eddie perched on the table across from her as if sensing her hesitancy and the last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable and it seemed to work, her hold on the guitar loosened. “Yeah, like what” he asked, his curiosity as genuine as his wanting to get to know her.

“That I’m not like everyone thinks I am, the whole way I’m perceived is a mask I created to get through high school but I’m tired, I don’t want to live that way anymore” she revealed, the truth that she’d kept hidden for so long finally out there and it was like a weight was lifted from her even if she’d only confessed it to someone who she didn’t think even cared.

Eddie was shocked by her words; from the outside it seemed like she had the perfect life, good grades, good friends, a boyfriend her parents could be proud of but he should know not everything was how it seemed in this town. “So how do you want to live?” he asked cautiously, his hands pulling at the frayed edges of the rips in his jeans but his eyes never left hers.

“I just want to be me” she sighed, eyes meeting his own and he could see the pain and the pressure behind them of trying to be something she’s not, giving way to relief of being able to move on to finally be free from it.

“Okay how about we start now” Eddie smiled, leaning forward to extend a hand to her in an over-the-top formal way in hope of getting her to smile, “I’m Eddie”

She smiled, accepting his hand and shaking it slowly as she spoke her name back to him, slowly beginning to feel some semblance of her old self.

Eddie didn’t stay long after that as a curly haired boy popped his head into the room looking for his dungeon master, he apologised with a smile claiming that duty calls as he made his way out of the room following the freshman. She could hear them bickering as they made their way down the hall and it made her smile, hopefully this was the beginning of something, something new and real where she didn’t have to hide who she was anymore.

The next few weeks passed in a blur, aside from the occasional jibes from Jason and her spending most of her time at school alone now that most of her friends had turned her back on her, nothing in her life had really changed. School was still the same, she was working her ass off trying to do everything she could to make sure she graduated in the spring so that she could move on from this hell hole. Although the only thing she seemed to look forward to was the time she spent in the music room on a Friday, where Eddie had seemed to make it his mission to come find her before inevitably being called away by the same young freshman each time.

Today, he was already there when she arrived. He looked antsy as if there was something he wanted to ask but couldn’t bring himself to. She didn’t want to push him, knowing he’d ask eventually and when he did, she was surprised he hadn’t asked sooner.

“That song you always play, what is it?” he asked, he’d been wanting to ask from the moment he first heard her playing it but he always remembered a little too late and Dustin was already insisting it was time to go. Although he didn’t give her much time to answer before he was speaking again, “because I swear the music has been stuck in my head and I’ve been asking around but no one seems to have heard it before”

“They won’t have” she says plainly, fighting the smile that plays on her lips at the thought that he remembered it, “because I wrote it” she reveals.

The shock slowly spreads across his face, his eyes blown wide, mouth hanging open but it’s quickly replaced by an overwhelming sense of excitement, “Can I hear it” he asks, face falling when she shakes her head. “Why not?” he pouts, big brown eyes staring at her and she almost caves.

“Because it’s not ready” she answers, only she’s not one hundred percent honest, the song has been ready for weeks but every time she plays it, it just doesn’t feel right. Eddie’s eyes are searching hers trying to figure it out, she relents under his gaze, “okay it’s ready but it’s supposed to be this big ‘fuck you’ song but it’s just too soft” she says, her shoulders slumping in defeat as she sinks further into her chair.

“So, you want something heavier?” he asks, just to clarify before he makes his offer and when she nods, he makes his play, “How about a metal band?”

She huffs out a laugh at his words as she stares at him, trying to figure out if he’s just trying to cheer her up or if he’s being serious but when she sees there’s no teasing in him at all she knows he means his words. “and where am I supposed to find a metal band?” she asks with a roll of her eyes with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Sweetheart, you are looking at the lead singer of the one and only Corroded Coffin” he smirks, “a metal band and completely at your service” he adds and for good measure he plays into the theatrics that he knows always gets a laugh from her as he sweeps his right arm across his torso, bending at the hips in a bow before standing back up.

“Yeah, okay” she laughs along with him.

“Good, sit with us at lunch on Monday and we can work out the details” he says before right on cue, Dustin is calling for Eddie and she’s left on her own again.

Monday comes and she’s a little worried about joining the Hellfire table for lunch, not because of what anyone in the school would think of her because she’s beyond caring now, no she’s worried about what the rest of his group would think. Eddie has been a real friend to her lately and she doesn’t want that to change just because his friends don’t like her. She’s not left with much chance to ponder it anymore as a familiar face pops up beside her as she closes her locker.

“Eddie seriously” she laughs, a hand on her chest in an attempt to calm her beating heart from the scare he’d given her by popping up unannounced.

He laughs, though not unkindly as she steadies herself. “You ready?” he asks and she nods following him through the crowds of students, though her being with Eddie doesn’t go unnoticed, especially as the pass the basketball team’s table. Snickers and catcalls erupt from them as they pass and she doesn’t miss the way Eddie’s eyes find her, checking to make sure she’s okay but she smiles at him as she keeps her head held high, silently urging him to keep moving and thankfully he does.

When they reach the Hellfire table, all chatter stops as they turn to look at her. She can feel herself growing more nervous by the second as all her previous worries come flooding back, until Eddie smacks a couple of them on the back of the head and they seem to remember their manners. As Eddie takes his usual seat the boy next to him, who she recognises as the curly haired kid that comes to get Eddie on a Friday, has begun shuffling everyone on the bench along so that she has the seat next to Eddie. She smiles in thanks to him as she sits down, Eddie looking proud as punch to have her finally sitting with them so long as they boys keep in check.

“So we finally meet the mysterious girl that has kept Eddie late to our meetings” he smiles from beside her and she can tell straight away that this kid is a handful just by the smirk on his face, “I’m Dustin” he adds, sending a wink Eddie’s way afterwards and she can’t help but smile as they go around the table introducing themselves. The older ones seem a little more suspicious of her than the younger ones but she puts that down to them knowing her as Jason Carver’s ex, even the words leave her with a bad taste in her mouth and she wasn’t the one bearing the brunt of his bullying until now it seems.

“Look at what we have here” Jason’s voice sounds from behind her and she feels her jaw clench as he drops a hand to rest on her shoulder. Out of the corner of her eyes she can see the boys around the table tense, Eddie’s the only one who seems unaffected by Jason’s presence. “Little miss perfect has downgraded herself to sit with the freaks” he sneers as his friends’ snort with laughter from beside him.

Plastering a sweet smile onto her face, she turns to face him while brushing his hand from her shoulder, “The only downgrading I ever did was to myself while I was with you so really I’ve upgraded” her voice was sweet as she spoke, a complete contrast from the bite of her words.

“You’re insane if you think that these freaks can give you more than I can” Jason spat, his eyes darkening with anger as he wasn’t used to being spoken back to especially by her.

Beside her she could feel Eddie straightening in his seat, he couldn’t care less when he was called a freak or any of the other hurtful words were being directed at him but when they were directed at his friends or anyone that he cared about that’s when he wanted to get involved. She found it sweet but she didn’t want him starting a fight in the middle of the cafeteria, so with a gentle hand placed on top of his to stop him she turned her attention back Jason, “I’m glad you’ve realised now I think your girlfriend is looking for you” she replied, not giving up on her sweet demeanour as she can tell how much it’s annoying him.

“You really are a psycho, aren’t you?” he says, shaking his head as he frowns, not missing the small touch between her and Eddie which winds him up even more, knowing that she’s left him for the freak.

Once Jason and his friends have left, she turns to find the whole table staring at her. Hiding her face in her hands is her first reaction but Eddie is quick to pull them away, “Now that was fucking metal” he smiles, the table agreeing with him as they all chip in their amazement, all of them even Jeff and Gareth who were unsure at first seeming to be warming up to her which makes her wonder what she was worried about to begin with.

The following Saturday she’s bundled into the front seat of Eddie’s van on her way to Gareth’s for an impromptu session to work on her song with the metal band she was promised.

“Are you sure they don’t mind?” she worriedly asks Eddie for what feels like the thousandth time since she climbed in the van.

Eddie chuckles softly at her, “They wouldn’t have agreed if they did, besides after your little display at lunch they want to see what else you can surprise them with” he teases, knowing she was still a little embarrassed about that but at least it showed that she was genuine in her separation from Jason.

The truth was it had taken the band a little persuasion on Eddie’s behalf to get them to agree to this as Jeff was adamant the he wasn’t going to be playing no love song and even though Eddie had no idea what the song was about he had reassured them that it wasn’t going to be a love song, hopefully he was right.

Pulling up outside Gareth’s, Eddie reassured her once again that it was going to be fine and as they climbed out the van, she could already hear the sound of the band practising and she had to admit they sounded good. Eddie sidled up beside her, passing her, her guitar as he stood with his own in hand, not even hearing him get them out of the back of the van as she was too busy listening to the boys play.

“I know they’re good” he chuckled, leading the way to the already open door of the garage.

All three of them stopped playing as the two of them came into view. “Ah nice of you to join us” Gareth teases, from behind his drum kit as his hand comes up to brush his hair out of his face.

“So little miss songwriter, what do you have for us today” Jeff asks, praying to god Eddie was right about it not being a love song.

“I can show you but bear with me it doesn’t make much of an impact played on an acoustic so afterwards you can put your own spin on it” she rambled, suddenly feeling nervous about playing for them because it had been a while since she had played for anybody other than herself, “or you can say no” she added with a small smile.

Eddie’s smile was encouraging as she began to play but when she started to sing, boy was he blown away. He figured she could sing but nowhere near as good as she was and it seems the boys agreed with him, all of them wearing the same surprised look as himself. He had to admit that she was right about the song though, considering she’d wrote it as a ‘fuck you’ on her guitar it sounded so sweet and floaty, it needed something behind it, it needed the boys. When she finished, the group was quiet until they weren’t.

“Man, you can sing”

“Didn’t think that you would write something like that, you usually sound so sweet”

“So do you think you can do anything with it” she asked hopefully, she was feeling like she was floating from all the kind words they were saying. 

“Uh-uh you got work to do” Eddie joked, stopping her hands as she attempted to put the guitar down, “show me and then we can try it” he nodded, the others picking up their own instruments ready for their instructions.

By the time she left on Saturday evening her song had already started to sound the way she’d pictured it, not that she would do anything with the song apart from maybe ask the guys if they didn’t mind her recording it to keep for herself. Or at least that’s what she thought anyway because come lunch on Monday they were asking her if she wanted to perform with them at The Hideout as a one off. She was unsure at first, one because the song wasn’t ready although unbeknownst to her, they had gotten together the Sunday to practise some more until they believed it was and secondly because she had never performed on stage like that, despite their reassurances that the audience consisted of five drunks.

She gave in though and come the following night as she stepped into The Hideout with the rest of the band that it wasn’t just going to be the usual crowd of drunks, all of them surprised including the staff behind the bar as it had never been this packed on a Tuesday night. Though from the chatter it became clear she was the reason, apparently word had spread that Jason Carver’s ex was performing with Corroded Coffin and everyone, including Jason himself had been curious enough to see the show.

“You can perform with us every week if this is the crowd we are going to get” Jeff laughed gleefully as they stood side stage, preparing to go on.

Eddie agreed but now wasn’t the time for her to hear it as she stood, nervously beside him, her hands fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt as her breaths came out short and fast. He feared she was going to have a panic attack so he tried to think of something, anything to get her mind off performing even if just for a minute. He didn’t have much but sliding off his jacket and laying it over the amp next to him he shrugged off his plaid shirt, manipulating the fabric so that he could wrap it around her waist.

His unexpected touch startled her, making her jump as his hands worked. “Eddie wh-what are you doing” she asked softly, glancing around to see if the others were watching, not that it would have changed anything.

“You gotta look the part, sweetheart” he winked, finishing the knot in the arms of the shirt before pulling his leather jacket back on, “much more metal now” he nodded, a smile working his way across her face as she mumbled out a thanks before it were time for them to go on.

They had decided beforehand to keep her song until last, which she was kind of regretting now considering the size of the audience was much bigger than they’d anticipated, she’d rather get up there first and get it done with. That doesn’t mean to say that she won’t relish in the look on Jason’s face when he realises that it’s about him.

Watching from the side of the stage as the band played their heart out, hoping to make an impression on those in the crowd that has them coming back, she could see the looks on their face how much they enjoyed it, they all looked like natural performers to her and she just hoped it rubbed off on her when it was finally time to go on.

Hearing Eddie say her name, she wiped her clammy palms on her jeans trying to avoid Eddie’s shirt though she assumed he wouldn’t mind if she did accidently considering it would be a lot sweatier if he’d continued to wear it. Eddie flashed her a warm smile as she made her way up to centre stage where he was making quick work of lowering his mic stand for her since he was quite a bit taller than her and when that was done, he nodded to the band to give them the go ahead before they launched into her song.

It started slow, Eddie’s guitar and the slow beat of Gareth’s drums;

I’ve never been one of the crazy ones Never been the girl to leave you like thirty missed calls I’m not a villain but you made me one So I’m throwing knives at pictures of your face on the wall It seems like boys like you all love to say That chicks like me are just insane But boys like you give men a shitty name So let’s play a game

As the chorus kicked in, the whole band began playing as she finally felt comfortable, jumping around like she’d seen Eddie do a few times as she allowed herself to get lost in the song.

Where I throw a little brick through your pretty little face You’re easy on the eyes but you’re easier to hate An angels gonna fall if you come around If my names still on your tongue then I’ll rip it out Since I’m already the bad guy in your head I’ll hit you with my car and I’ll leave you for dead I’ve always like the view from the high road But baby for you I’ll be a psycho

She could see the surprised looks on faces in the crowd and no doubt by the end of this there would be rumours that she had been corrupted by Eddie and joined his 'cult’ but she really could care less as this was the most fun she’d had for such a long time.

Maybe you’ll end up in a body bag If I can’t have you then nobody can Cause I watch all the documentaries I know just where to hide it I’ll put you in a box six feet deep And wait till you wake up inside it

Searching the crowd of familiar faces as she sings through the chorus again until she finds the one person whose reaction she wanted to see, locking eyes with him for the next two lines just to mess with him;

I’ve never been one of the crazy ones I’m not a villain but you make it so damn fun

Breaking eye contact as the chorus comes in one final time, this time her eyes find Eddie who is smiling wildly beside her. The adrenaline coursing through her veins is like nothing she’s ever felt before and it’s making her want to do something crazy, she just hopes that the crazy thing she is thinking of is not going to be something she’s going to regret. As the music fades around her, the song coming to an end, she reaches for Eddie who envelopes her in his arms as if it’s nothing though when she presses her lips to his, his whole body tenses. Realising what a huge mistake she’s just made, she’s off and running down the steps and through the back door, not even stopping when she gets outside. She just keeps running until she’s home, out of breath but home safe away from her mistake.

[milawritesstuff]

That one scene in sex education between Adam and Eric, it was so fucking hot when they were enemies, here is the link if you haven’t seen it https://youtu.be/7kkVoQPT0SU, pablo gavi smut of it but instead of school it’s like you are on rival teams and then one day are admitted into the same team, also a universe where girls and boys play together <3

A/N: Ok I combined these two and kind of switched it up a bit from the requested. Hope you like it.

Warnings: Smut

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You rolled your eyes as the whole table laughed. Your eyes met with Gavi’s who had just finished saying a joke that truly wasn’t even funny. He quickly noticed your reaction and made a face at you. You flipped him off and returned to your food.

You had known Gavi for years, first meeting him when your club went to play in Barcelona against his. He hates what you were from Real Madrid. You were kids when you first met and a lot of your friends had left for other clubs and for that reason you were the one he didn’t like. Every few months your group would get together, this time it turned out was in Madrid since Gavi had traveled with his team for a clasico.

-So who do you think is going to win?- He asked you as he raised an eyebrow. You scoffed but he didn’t let you answer. -Actually, I mean, by how much do you think your little team is going to lose by?- He asked with a laugh.

-We’ll see tomorrow, Gavi. Don’t come crying when Vini kicks your ass.- You taunted him knowing how easy it was to rile him up.

-It’s Pablo for you, I already told you only my friends get to call me Gavi.-

You rolled your eyes. -Half of Spain calls you Gavi, what are you talking about?

-But they’re my fans. And you’re not.- He responded.

By this point the rest of the table had turned to other conversations completely tired of yours and Gavi’s constant bickering.

-I would be crazy to be a fan of such a child.- You said despite being his age. He looked at you angrily. -At least I have fans.-

The next day you were at Santiago Bernabeu for the clasico and couldn’t believe Real had lost. You didn’t want to see Gavi because he would be even more obnoxious after the win. You tried to leave right after the end of the game but as you were walking to your car you heard him behind you.

-You are a sore loser, you know?- You turned around to face him. -What do you want, Pablo?-

He shrugged his shoulders. -I just wanted to see your face.- You looked at him confused. -Don’t get any ideas, I wanted to see your face after losing.-

You rolled your eyes. -I would be ashamed after winning the way your team did.- You blurted out trying to get back at him.

Before you could say anything he pulled you by the arm and into a nearby closet where they kept balls and other equipment. The closet was lit by the small bits of light that streamed in through the door cracks.

-What the hell, Pablo.- You felt as his body came close to yours.

-Why do you hate me so much?- He finally asked. His light brown eyes looking down at you. You put your hands on his chest and tried to push him away.

-What are you talking about? You’ve always hated me. Since the day we met you won’t stop calling me names, telling people I’m not good, calling me a niñata, telling me I’m ugly.-

You heard him chuckle.

-Fuck you, Pablo.- You finally said. He continued to giggle as you grabbed some balls that were nearby and threw them at him.

-You wish you could.- He said.

-Ouch!- You heard him yell but you didn’t care. You were letting your anger out. Throwing everything at him including balls and cones.

-You’re so cocky. I don’t understand why half of Spain is so in love with you when you’re the most obnoxious person I have ever met.- You continued your rant.

-I’m pretty sure it’s more than just half of Spain.- He said causing you to become even more angry. You had nothing else to throw at him and all you could do was begin to slap his chest.

Suddenly you felt his body come closer to you and he grabbed your wrists stopping your assault on him. In a swift move he turned you and him and you were now pushed against the closet door.

Your arms over your head as he continued to grab onto your wrists. His face now close to yours and you could feel his breathe on you.

-Tell me you don’t hate me.- He said. You rolled your eyes. -I can’t lie.- You said point blank.

He stared at you. You gulped trying to keep your tough girl act up but you were failing miserably. Maybe you did like him, maybe he wasn’t so intolerable. No. No. This is Pablo Gavira, the boy you have hated since childhood.

As a million thoughts ran through your mind you were startled by his lips attacking yours. -Pablo, what the fuck.- You said causing him to pull away. His eyes looking down at yours. But as the two of you stood there now you were the one who pushed yourself onto him so your lips could meet.

His body tumbled closer to you as he let go of your wrists finally and you felt his hands on your waist. Your back against the cold door.

You felt as his hands now traveled to your ass pushing you closer to him, your middles pressing onto each other. -Jump.- He said and you didn’t hesitate. You wrapped your legs around his body as he continued to kiss you.

He was still sweaty and somehow that turned you on even more. His mouth went from your lips to your neck. Your hands around his head. Your eyes closed feeling as he nibbled down your neck. -Pablo.- You moaned and you could feel him smiling.

His mouth traveled down south again and he was now on your breasts leaving small nibbles on what was exposed from your shirt. Before you knew it he had taken his jersey off and managed to take your pants down. You tugged at the waistband of his shorts and he pulled them down allowing them to fall at the base of his legs on the ground.

As he continued to kiss you, you could feel his tip touching your entrance. -Tell me you hate me.- He said in between kisses. -I hate you so much.- You said.

His hands around your ass holding you up and in one swift movement you felt as he entered you. You moaned in pleasure. -I hate you so much Pablo Gavira.- You said again. His hands grabbing onto you with so much strength you knew you would have bruises tomorrow.

You could feel him thrusting into you. Each time going in deeper and hitting your spot. Your hands now wrapped around his neck trying to give yourself enough momentum to move on him.

His mouth went onto your breasts as he took one into his mouth. It felt like pure heaven.

-I’ve never hated someone like you.- He said as he whimpered. Your bottom lip in between your teeth trying to hold in any noise you wanted to make because his thrusting was driving you wild. He moved one hand away from your behind and slowly caressed your lips causing your teeth to let you.

-I want to hear you. I want to hear how much you hate me.-

He pushed into you one more time and you felt a wave of pleasure travel throughout your body. You held on to his neck and moaned one last time. -Pablo.-

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[kittykat-25]

Golden Hour

Pairings: Park Seonghwa x OC! Katherine

Genre: Hogwarts AU, strangers to lovers(?), shy girl x popular boy

Summary: Park Seonghwa, the light of the Hufflepuff Common room, the Golden boy if you will. Popular, kind, handsome beyond belief. 1/8th of the rowdiest friend group to grace Hogwarts walls. And then there was Katherine, quiet, shy, a fly on the wall. Never seen or heard by anyone except Seonghwa. What happened when the popular golden boy falls for the quiet mouse of the school.

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Seonghwa walked into the dining hall, surrounded by his usually friends. The loud booming voice of Wooyoung bouncing off the walls. His eyes slid over to the hufflepuff table, towards the end where his friend was sitting. As he said his goodbyes he joined his housemates, everyone saying hello as he passed by. He sat down next to Mingi whose head was stuck in a book. “Mingi you don’t even read this much for classes? What new creature did you find?” Hwa asked the younger boy. “Just refreshing my brain on the hypogriff.” Mingi said reaching for his glass of pumpkin juice. Not paying any attention, Hwa moved the cup at the last second before the boy could spill it. “Mingi at least look where your hand is going please.” He said setting the glass out of Mingi’s reach.

Seonghwa felt eyes on him and looked up, briefly making eye contact with a fellow housemate, she quickly looked away, tucking a strand of her long hair behind her ear. Mingi looked up and followed his friends eyes, “if you keep staring, she’s never going to sit down here again.” He whispered. Seonghwa looked at his friend, “what are you talking about?” He heard a rustling and when he looked back the girl was gone. “See. I told you.” Mingi said shoving a piece of orange in his mouth. “She’s an enigma. She only talks to a couple of the girls but I don’t think I’ve ever seen her outside of class.” Mingi continued, “and now you stared and scared her.” Seonghwa kept looking around the hall, she had completely vanished. “I didn’t mean to scare her. I just noticed her down there.” He said quietly, “what’s her name?” He asked. “I actually don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her speak.” Mingi said as he gathered his books, grabbing a pastry as well. “I have charms but I’ll see you later!” He said as he sprinted out of the hall.

As seonghwa finished up breakfast and headed towards the potions classroom he couldn’t shake the image of that girl from him mind. “What has you so lost in thought?” A voice called out, Seonghwa looked to his left and found Hongjoong strolling up beside him. “Nothing, did you finish the potions essay?” He asked changing the subject. Seonghwa knew his friend, and once he had something in mind he wouldn’t let it go easily. Better to not mention the girl at all. “Of course I did, can’t stay top of our class without doing the work Hwa.” Hongjoong said quietly. Just as Seonghwa went to answer he caught a glimpse of a girl in the corner of his eye. He turned towards her. It was her, she looked at him with wide eyes before quickly walking into the potions classroom. “Ah the distraction I presume.” Hongjoong said opening the door. “Shut up Joong.” He’s said as he found his seat. He quickly looked around the classroom and found you in the back corner, writing something and talking quietly with your table partner. “If you’re going to stare at the poor girl at least say hi before you scare her.” Hongjoong said opening his text book. Seonghwa turned around and leaned back in the chair. He was never going to hear the end of it from Hongjoong.

As Katherine doodled in her notebook her seatmate, Danielle nudged her “Park Seonghwa is looking over here.” She slowly looked up, sure enough she locked eyes with the gorgeous man. He gave a small wave, just then the back door flew open and the potions professor strolled in to begin the lesson. As Katherine sat there writing notes, she could feel eyes on her. Not used to being seen she forced herself to remain calm. She looked up at the board and could see Seonghwa staring at her. “Mr. Park, is there something in the back corner that is more fascinating than my lesson?” The professor asked, snapped Seonghwa out of his daze. “No, sir. My apologies.” As class ended Seonghwa had decided to approach you but by the time he had gathering his things and turned around you were gone, like smoke in the wind. “Better luck next time.” Hongjoong said steering Hwa out of the classroom. “She’s in your house. Just look for her in the common room.” He added. They turned the corner and found their group of friends sitting at the base of the stairs, “it’s like they have no life other than to wait on us.” Hongjoong said loud enough for the other boys to hear. Seonghwa laughed and made his way over. Not noticing the girl sitting at the base opposite stairwell, watching with an amused smile on her face.

Seonghwa’s friend were a lot, as the eight of them had been stuck like glue since his 3rd year. He met Hongjoong his first year on the train, and they had bickered the whole way but now considered him his other half. There was never Seonghwa without Hongjoong and vice versa. They had met Yunho and Yeosang the next year. Quiet Yeo sitting with an excited energetic boy on the train had quickly asked Seonghwa to sit with them. The four of them became seven as Yunho’s childhood friend Mingi joined the next year bringing Wooyoung and San along. The train compartment getting louder and louder. People knowing them by name and teachers doing their best to separate them. Then the youngest joined. Jongho, And with him came a sense of brotherhood. They looked out for each other, and the eight of them were given the name Ateez by the other students. All in different houses but brothers just the same. He loved them more than he loved himself.

Except in this moment. When he would like to strangle Hongjoong for telling the others about his mystery girl. Whose name he still didn’t know. It had been a week and it was driving him crazy. “You saw her twice and didn’t think to ask her name?” Wooyoung said, voice echoing through the empty classroom. “No he was too busy staring at her to speak.” Hongjoong said with a laugh. “Hwa you know everyone. How have you never noticed this girl?” San asked. To be frank Seonghwa wasn’t sure how he had missed you the past 6 years he’d been here. He knew almost everyone in the school, or they knew him at least. He was the friendliest of the eight, besides Yunho. “She’s not in one of his fan clubs?” Their youngest asked, smirked at his elder. Wooyoung laughed, “ah is that still going on? I thought she would’ve given up by now?” Yunho rolled his eyes, “please Vivian would rather get through in the lake with the squid then give up on perfect golden boy over there.” Seonghwa scoffed, “she’s just friendly, she’s like that to everyone.” Yeosang looked at him like he had grown three heads, “Hwa I’ve met vipers nicer than Vivian.” Seonghwa stood up, tired of this conversation and grabbed his bag, “I’m going to get Mingi from the greenhouse. Are you lot coming or not?” Yunho stood up and stretched, “you coddle him too much Hwa.” Seonghwa rolled his eyes and walked to the door. “You do too, I just make sure he’s not losing my house points by being out after dark.” He closed the door to Wooyoung yelling, “don’t get caught by Filch.” Hwa shook his head as the door latched and made his way down to the greenhouse.

He was walking down through the courthouse when he heard a yelp come from the other side of the fountain. He walked towards it and came face to face with Katherine and Mrs. Norris, Filch’s cat. The latter had Katherine crouched against the side of the fountain. Books strewn everywhere. “Are you alright?” Seonghwa asked. Katherine looked up, eyes round. “Yeah the bloody cat just scared me.” Seonghwa looked a bit amused as he shooed Mrs Norris away from the girl. He crouched down to pick up her books. “Want to tell me why your crouched down?” He asked and he crouched beside her. “I’m not crouched.” She said back quickly. Hwa gave her a sideways glance. Completely enamored by the girl. “I went to stand up and the dumb thing was under my feet and I stepped on her tail. Scared me to death when her claw sank into my leg.” She said half laughing. Seonghwa processed her words, “your leg, is it okay?” Katherine shrugged, “I’m sure it’s fine. It’s just a scratch.” Seonghwa was not convinced, “it can get infected. You should probably go see madam Pomfry.” He suggested. “I’m not sure she’ll have medicine for half cat half demon scratches.” Katherine grumbled as she stood. Seonghwa laughed, standing with her, “madam Pomfry has everything. Woman is a miracle worker.” He smiled as she looked up at him. “I never got your name. I’m so sorry!” He said quickly. She smiled, “Katherine, or Kat. Whichever.” “Katherine” Seonghwa repeated, “yes?” She asked as she gathered her things.

Seonghwa felt his cheeks redden. Realizing he said her name just to see how it felt. “I can’t believe I haven’t seen you before.” He said quickly, grabbing her scarf from the fountain. “I don’t really make myself known.” Katherine said walking around the fountain towards the castle entrance. “Have a good night Seonghwa.” She said as she walked inside leaving him speechless staring after her. “What are you doing?” A voice said behind him, Mingi. Covered in dirt, holding a small potted plant. “I was coming to get you but I ran into the girl from the dining hall.” He said staring after her. “She’s in our house. You’ll see her again soon if you’d come on.” Mingi said as he yanked the door open. Walking through the hallways Mingi told Hwa all about the plants he’s growing and how madam Sprout is letting him take control over some of them. “Im proud of you Mingi. You’re doing really well.” Hwa said as they went through the portrait into the common room. Seonghwa’s eyes instantly searching for Katherine. His eyes found her curled up in an oversized chair with her eyes scanning a book, she looked up sensing someone watching her. He gave her a smile, one she returned this time and Seonghwa thought he heart was going to beat out of his chest. “You finally talk to her?” Mingi asked quietly beside him. Seonghwa just nodded and made his way up to their dorm room. “Her names Katherine.” Seonghwa said, still smiling. “You like her.” Mingi said, not as a question but stating a fact. “Seonghwa shook his head, “no I barely know her. I’m just intrigued.” Mingi just laughed as he threw himself on the bed, “you are so screwed man.” As Seonghwa laid in bed that night, replaying the conversation over and over again he couldn’t help but think that maybe his younger friend was right.

A/N: HEHEHE these are my two favorite things! Harry Potter and Ateez🤍

I hope you enjoy this story and thank you to the lovely @sundaybossanova for the idea and helping me with this 🖤

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[grrrasya]

My take on Andrew Kreiss

my take on Andrew!

disclaimer: everything stated here is not canon nor do i claim it to be. it's just my interpretation, so if you hate it or don't agree please just keep scrolling, thanks!

When Andrew arrives to the manor he is in his late 20s, around 28-29. He's also a German (maybe mixed) man.

Timeline: Andrew lost his mother at around 16-17, he survived by doing odd jobs, until he heard about Laz cemetery. There, he became obsessed with the idea of afterlife & heaven. He was ready to sacrifice everything to get there, until he crossed the line and had to leave. He moved to the manor, becoming one of the manor's staff.

Appearance + body: He is around 6'1". He's, obviously, albino. His hair is completely white, his skin is kind of a reddish-pink due to occasional exposure to sun, very rough on his hands, face, neck and other parts of his body that received repeated sunburns. He is covered in scars. He also has stretch marks, because of a sudden and intense grow spurt he went through as a teen, mainly on his back. His nose was hooked naturally, but due to lots of beating he received from being bullied, it's also kind of crooked. He has trouble breathing and usually breathes through mouth. Since he moved to the manor and had access to more food, he doesn't appear skinny, although still slim. He is physically strong due to extreme amounts of labor, but that also messed his health quite a bit. He struggles with neck, shoulder and back pains. He tries to take as little space as possible with his frame, so he hunches a lot. He covers his eye due to hypertrophy. His eyesight is terrible. I also hc him as autistic! Not sure if it is canon, tho.

Although Andrew didn't finish even his basic school education, he is interested in learning and by staying in manor he learns a lot. Baking, gardening, reading and writing properly.

Character: My most controversial take - Andrew is not religious. At least, not in a mainstream way. He has his own distorted view of religion, where he can lie, rob graves and still go to heaven just because he had enough money to have his grave at the right place. All Andrew knows about faith is superstitious. He just wants a nice, normal life, normal conditions, not to survive but to live. That's what is Heaven to him, and that's why he craves it. Not because he is a God-fearing man.

He is careful around other people, he is a people pleaser for anyone who takes interest in him, although it's enough to say or do 1 wrong thing for Andrew to abandon the relationship completely. He hates when people try to ask something personal, when they try to bond with him in a meaningful way because it feels like a carefully laid trap. The saddest thing is - he is sentimental to his core. He wants to have intimacy with people (I'm not talking about sexual intimacy here), he wants to be close, but he can't. He is very quick to judge other people, and he kinda hates himself for it, because he is constantly judged too. But judging people only by superficial traits helped him survive as an orphaned teen, so he can't just abandon this habit. He is foul-mouthed, he doesn't seem to control it and is deep down embarrassed about the way he talks, when he talks at all. He thinks of science as something dirty, only crazy people participate in, because his only exposure to it was through grave robbery. He is greedy (at least that's what he thinks). When he got to manor, a place of abundance of food, free space (a room of his own!) and comfort, he felt guilty for constantly taking. He takes a lot, he takes too much, he needs to repay everything tenfold to be forgiven, to be permitted to stay a bit longer. He cleans in community rooms like library, he overworks himself, he tries so hard to be useful. He doesn't want to leave manor. Ever.

Some random hcs:

He enjoys literature, although he prefers when someone else reads to him, so he doesn't have to hurt his eyes.

Andrew enjoys being at the garden, and he enjoys spending time with Emma because she never asks him anything personal and always have interesting stories to tell.

[priniya]

FIRST LOVE !

summary: first love is the one you never forgets, they say, and they’re right. there’s no way in this world that you would ever forget how you fell in love with tsukishima kei

notes: another part of seijoh!reader x kei tsukishima universe. check the other one out here. big height difference, kei tsukishima being an idiot in love, reader being kinda oblivious. mentions of teenagers kissing, reader calling tsukishima “pretty boy”. not proofread.

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a soft sigh escaped from between your lips as you tried to mentally prepare and calm yourself before walking into the gymnasium of karasuno high school to see your best friend. you’ve been friends with kageyama for at least a few years now, and if he kept his attitude then you know you could call yourself his only friend.

you two were supposed to hang out after classes, but yet he simply forgot in all likelihood. at the very thought of it, you rolled your eyes a little annoyed, nonetheless you signed up for that. a few minutes had passed before you finally found the courage to open the heavy door and face the confusion rosing on each boy’s faces as they noticed you. a strange girl in an aoba johsai uniform with a tired expression.

“hey, looking for someone?” a silver-haired boy asked, walking up to you with a warm smile forming on his lips, ready and eager to help. he emanated with kindness and sweetness, and you couldn't not reciprocate his smile.

but before you could answer that you’re looking for a friendly crow, who presumably lost track of time and forget about a hangout he was the one to come up with, your friend jogged up to the two of you, an embarrassed grimace on his lips. “oh my god, y/n. i’m so sorry.” he blurted out, not being able to look into your eyes.

“the king can apologize?” you teased, earning a snort from someone at the gymnasium, and you playfully rolled your eyes, not paying too much attention to that. “please don’t tell me you did anything beside forgetting about our hangout.”

“i was about to go with hinata–” he started, and you didn’t even want him to finish. your heart stung upon hearing tobio’s words, but you didn’t want him to see it.

your relationship with the number nine was… complicated, you could say. started with being paired up to something in art class at your primary school when he wasn’t so obsessive of volleyball, sweet times, definitely. then, you were the only one to defend him in front of oikawa who has never been the nicest towards your friend, and then you became a manager to both prevent any possible fights between him and his teammates, and to make sure he wasn’t pushing over his limits. then, high school came, and you picked different schools, so it felt like you were drifting apart from each other. years of friendship rusting and becoming a brief memory in your minds. “listen, i can cancel–”

“don’t. i’ll just tag along, i already told mom i’m gonna be home later.” a soft smile landed on your mouth, biting back the bitter feeling in the back of your mind. your head turned to the silverhead who talked to you earlier. “is that okay if i stay here until the practise ends?” “yeah, no problem.”

you sat on the bleachers, putting both headphones on prior to opening the book you’ve been reading on a certain page. no one really paid attention to you, except for the one time when you caught eye contact for a brief second with the tall, blonde guy standing in the back of the room.

when the practice ended, you prayed in your mind that you wouldn’t start an argument with tobio, because of this whole ridiculous situation. “tsukishima and yamaguchi are going with us as well, okay?” your best friend said before jogging after the ginger boy to the changing room, leaving you no time to react.

you didn’t want to be a party pooper, but you wanted to spend some time with kageyama since you were slowly drifting away from each other. you couldn’t blame yourself for backing out a little when you walked down the street with the first years. the only thing you could hear was muffled laughs from the two boys at the front.

you walked behind a guy who you had an eye contact with and his friend, paying zero attention to your surroundings as you thought about the nicest way possible to just bail and go straight home. “watch where the fuck you’re going, bitch.” you heard as you accidentally hit someone’s arm with your own.

“a grown ass man calling a fifteen years old a bitch, wow. progressive.” the blonde haired boy, tsukishima, muttered under his breath loud enough for you and the guy you bumped your shoulder into, to hear. “stop embarrassing yourself.” he added with an eye roll as the man spoke something any of you could hear.

“should’ve kept your head a little higher than your feet.” he remarked, having you as the target. you could give him that, but by the way he formed his sentence, you would never admit it.

your destination was a cozy pizza place styled as it’s a friday evening in the eighties. tables covered by red and white pieces of fabric with particular, american french fries stands and red cups to drink in. you occupied one red couch (there was a lot of red) with a boy named yamaguchi.

yamaguchi seemed to be the sweetest of them, he would send you warm smiles whenever you looked at him or try to make a proper conversation with you (which wasn’t so hard after he realized that volleyball doesn’t really interest you as tobio). you’d be thankful for that to the end of your life, really.

“no way! tsukki and i are coming as well!” tadashi exclaimed happily after hearing about your plans to go to tokyo for the arctic monkeys concert soon. “huh?” you noticed the blonde-haired boy raising an eyebrow at the mention of his name.

“don’t worry, we’re just gossiping about you.” a smile spread over your face as you replied right before your new companion explained the topic you two talked about. “didn’t expect you to listen to arctic monkeys.”

“what did you expect then?” he asked, you grinned even wider. “one direction, or maybe ellie goulding.” you chuckled, proud of your joke when the boy snorted with a shadow of a smile and shook his head.

“you say that? you probably listen to justin bieber, britney spears or taylor swift. i bet.” he smirked as you rolled your eyes playfully, taking a sip of your coke with a few ice cubes. “don’t you?”

“you know a lot of white artists, tsukishima-san. you’re not that edgy as you tryna be?” yamaguchi laughed at your words, reciprocating your beam, his eyes drifting from his friend to you, not wanting to miss any of your hilarious bickering.

the rest of the hangout contained a lot about the music you three liked (hinata and kageyama were in their own world for most of the time, sadly), how they ended up in karasuno and other things that actually didn’t matter. it was… better than you anticipated. the four of you (tadashi had to leave earlier) bit goodbyes and were about to go your own ways, when you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

“he doesn’t walk you home?” you heard tsukishima’s voice and stopped in your tracks to turn your head around and raise it to look at him. “huh?” slipped through your mouth. “the king. he doesn’t walk you home? it’s almost midnight.” the boy frowned as you shrugged, not really getting why he is so bemused. “he never does.”

you really thought he’s gonna leave you alone after this, letting you go home with j cole as your only companion, instead he walked beside you, one earphone plugged in his ear. “you don’t have to do it.”

“l/n, your house isn’t the only house in that direction.” he looked at you out of the corner of his eyes. well, you were pretty, even beautiful, he could give you that, and tobio must’ve been lucky to be by your side most of the time growing up. however, as soon as his thought hit him, he denied everything. it wasn’t him who thought of you as beautiful, you were the king’s friend with a similar music taste to his, but that was all.

“what you’re listening to?” you questioned, putting the comfortable silence between the two of you on hold. it was the moment when he realized you were looking at him, more obviously than you intended to. “lemme guess, britney spears hit me baby one more time or maybe pitbull and kesha timber?”.

“you really think i’d ruin such a peaceful walk with kesha?” his remark made you chuckle. “the war is over by cage the elephant.” even in the dim light, he could see how your eyes flickered at the mention of the song.

“give me the earphone.” you demanded. “what?” he asked. “oh c’mon, just give it to me, i love this song.”

if you knew tsukishima, you would be surprised that he didn’t refuse your request, because he never had done a thing like that. but now he did, and it shocked him as well. you got a little closer to him and smiled, humming the lyrics under your breath. once you stood on the porch, you sent him a grin and waved.

“thank you, if it wasn’t for you and yamaguchi i would be stuck with those lovebirds.” he shrugged, saying a quiet no problem before you spoke out again. “i hope to see you soon, goodnight, and thanks for walking here with me.”

as soon as the doors were closed behind you, you couldn’t stop the burning feeling on your face and tingling one in your stomach. it was the first time someone had ever walked you home, even if your house was just on their way, the first time you cherished a silence between you and someone who wasn’t your best friend. tsukishima kei was a complete stranger to you, a classmate and teammate of tobio, he was someone you probably won’t see for a long time. at least, you thought so.

but you weren’t the only one who felt… weirded out about the effect the meeting had on you. when kei finally got home, after a twenty minutes bus ride, contemplating upon his decision of walking you home even if he lived on the other side of town. it was the first time he had ever felt the urge to keep talking to someone or just to be around them for a longer moment. his only justification was that you were decent enough for him to tolerate talking to you, even though you occupied his mind throughout the whole ride home and the following day.

however, you’d see tsukishima earlier than you thought. you were sitting in one of sendai’s coffee shops, highlighting various things in your textbook with green, yellow and red markers. exhaustion painted all over your face as you let out a heavy sigh, prior to rubbing your face angrily.

“it’s not healthy to rub your face like this.” a familiar voice claimed out of nowhere, and after you put your hands down you saw the blonde karasuno middle blocker, looking at you with an amused mimic.

“tsukishima-san.” you tugged on a smile involuntarily. “it’s also not healthy to be frustrated by things like these, yet here i am.” you remarked, earning a playful eye-roll from the blonde-head.

“organic chem?” you nodded. “and what’s the highlighters for?”

“glad someone asked.” you picked up three pens. “red’s for things i completely don’t understand, yellow for i’m working on it, and green for things i get. as you can see, there’s mostly red here, and it makes me soo miserable.” you explained, a little embarrassed, you have heard from karasuno setter that tsukishima has had it easy with studying and was a genius. from one other description you got from hinata, there was a high chance that he would make fun of you since he’s a heartless, tower-like, genius.

“uh…” he rubbed the back of his neck. it was supposed to be a quick coffee pick-up and leave, meet up at tadashi’s house and study together, but you clearly needed more help than his or yamaguchi’s grades. he sent a rushed text to the green-haired boy about a cancellation of their plans, and looked at your textbook once again. “let me grab my coffee and i’ll try to explain everything, alright?”. “thank you.”

chemistry has never been so easy for you, like when tsukishima tried to explain different constructions, reactions with various compounds and other things you thought you would never understand, and just fail a class. you often caught yourself looking at him, instead of the notes and book. well, you couldn’t tell, but he felt it, every trace of your eyes on his face, what he missed was your beam whenever you understood something.

“you’re a god in human clothes.” you exclaimed, packing all your things in the bag you swung over your shoulder. “i owe you something huge if i’ll pass.” he sent you a shadow of a smile and shook his head.

“l/n-san, no need for that really” he paused for a second. “unless, you want to give me your number so i can call you when i’ll need a favor.” he tilted his head, handing you one of the three highlighters, and then, as you nodded, his phone. you put in your number and sent a message to yourself.

“would you mind tutoring me sometimes?” you blurted, not being able to look him in the eyes. your question wasn’t anything bad, curiosity ringing in your voice, however it was your second meeting and asking him such a question seemed… a little off. you expected him to deny with having no time for any extra activities like that, but well–

“sure, just call me whenever you need something.”

you took his words very seriously, which led you two to meet up every few days, either it was at your house or the coffee shop you met for the second time. at first, it was plain studying, kei tutoring you in more scientific studies while you helped him with classes who you could classify into more humanistic. but then… you started blabbing in the freetime, sharing waaay too many stories with him, not really expecting him to share his own as long as he wasn’t comfortable enough to speak.

and nobody besides yamaguchi knew about your little study dates, so you could imagine kageyama’s reaction beforehand when you appeared at the karasuno’s gymnasium doors, a smile tugged on your lips as you asked sugawara if you could talk to the blonde middle blocker for a second. you could imagine the surprise painted on all tsukishima’s teammates faces when he jogged up to you, a soft beam on his lips as he bent, so you were able to whisper into his ear, without being eavesdropped by others.

“there’s halloween soon… would you like to come over and do a movie marathon with me?” you heard how he laughed at your words but nodded. “you came here just to ask me that?” “mhmm” you dragged out the word.

he scanned your face for a minute, noticing a pinkish blush spread all over your cheeks because of the closeness between the two of you, and also because you felt his breath on the cheek. “let’s do a pre-game tonight, what do you think?”

“hmm, good idea. i’ll go get some snacks and come by to pick you up, alright?”

as soon as you left, your new friend was covered in questions about how, when, why and once again when it happened, but tsukishima would never bother himself so much to answer any of them. he was happy to be asked to spend both halloween, and that one night with you, instead of kageyama. that he was the one you wanted to spend your free time with.

when the training was finished, tsukishima noticed you standing next to the front gate, headphones in your ears as you waited with two bags, filled with snacks of all kinda since you didn’t really know what his favorite ones were. “i can’t believe you just didn’t walk in and stayed here freezing.”

“it’s finee. i never get cold.” you giggled, putting your headphones into the bag you had swung over your shoulder, heavy with school books, notebooks. “shush. at least give me those bags, mkay?” he rolled his eyes, snatching the two bags of candies from your hand and then a few minutes in walking, he also took your school bag, saying that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. well, it was quite bad, so he had another reason to not give them back to you.

and before kei could even notice, you two were sitting on the couch in your living room with lots of bowls filled with anything. gummies, chips, cookies, candies, fruits, basically everything – your explanation, you wanted to guess his favorite, just like that. you rested your head on the boy’s shoulder almost immediately when you sat down, blanket threw over your legs.

well, you liked horrors, you really did, but you decided on going along with the stereotype of girls being afraid of scary movies, so you could sneak your hand around his arm and cuddle to it while watching. a genius move to get closer. when he didn’t protest, you grinned to yourself, forgetting to notice the red blush that crept onto his face.

it was exactly that night when you bothered to notice how you started to develop a small crush on your new friend, but since things like this happen almost all the time with the teenagers, you just wanted to wait till they fade. (spoiler alert: they didn’t.)

“he’s hot.” you mumbled, your mouth stuffed with chocolate cookies as a certain actor, looking like tsukishima appeared on the screen. “i hope he doesn’t die, the prettiest always dies first.” he snickered at your comment and let his head fall on yours for a brief second. “it’s okay, pretty boy, we’re gonna look cute all cuddly together.”

“you’re impossible, know that?” he replied, nudging your side lightly. “no wonder why you’re friends with the king, for real.” you gasped, turning your head towards him with an offended grimace.

“what’s that supposed to mean, hm? i call you a pretty boy and for what?” your eyebrows were knitted as you scanned his face for any signs of difference, like the redness on the cheeks. “just to laugh at my friendship with tobio. you should be grateful! you rat.” trying to bite back the laughter that wanted to escape your mouth, you turned your gaze back to the tv.

“now you’re calling me a rat? fine.” he let out and immediately after that, began to tickle you which led to him being on top of you, laughing like you never heard him do so, while you begged him to stop.

tsukishima has never been a big fan of physical touch as a sign of affection, either if it was his mom, yamaguchi or someone else that mattered in his life. but it was different with you, not only he couldn’t care, he felt as if he needed to feel you somewhere next to him, your head on his shoulder, holding pinkies like people in movies (he wasn’t on that stage yet) or anything else. he felt like he needed it to function as a normal human being, and it was another thing that weirded him out, why and since when does he feel like that?

“okay! okay! hahaha- you’re haha not a rat. i’m sorry!” you called out, interrupted by salves of laughs every few seconds “please pretty boy let me breathe!” he stopped upon hearing your request, yet not shifting from his position, eyes highly focused on your lips. friends do that sometimes, don’t they?

next thing you saw was your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him closer for a kiss. it was a moment you know you would probably regret later, but you couldn’t care less about anything as you felt his lips on yours. you were caressing small circles on his skin before putting your hands in his hair, playing with it gently while he cupped your face in his palms, making you smile unwillingly.

when he pulled away a few minutes later – when the pretty blonde boy from the movie died – his eyes were fixated on yours as you tried to calm your short breath. you didn’t have to look into a mirror to know that your lipstick was smudged, hair whenever they wanted to be, and a grin tugged onto your lips involuntarily. he reciprocated the smile as he helped you got back into your previous position without saying anything, but the tension between you told you he didn’t regret it, neither should you.

and you didn’t. because friends sometimes kiss each other. because friends sometimes dream about their friends, right? it wasn’t just a poor excuse to not recognize your crush on the middle blocker anymore. friends do that, and it’d be an ass move to question this.

you went by the same logic when he sent you a link to his spotify playlist named idiot :) with songs’ titles, creating a sentence or moreover a question. would you go out for a coffee with me? there was no chance that it could be a date. but you agreed either way, there wasn’t anything that would make you feel like wasting your time with him.

you went to the same coffee shop you two were going to whenever you couldn’t study at your house. but the tension was a bit different from last time you were there. tsukishika kei was different, all smiley and happy, which was definitely not the tsukishima you knew, but you could stick up to that since a smile suited him soo much. you spent at least four hours talking and laughing, and you could notice how the blonde boy warmed up to you to tell you stories from his life without discomfort.

“you know it’s a date, right dummy?” he questioned, the tone of his voice sounding so soft that you almost melted at his words before processing what he just said. it was a date. real date that people who like each other go to. kei tsukishima like you and just confessed it in his own way. god, how stupid you were for not realizing it earlier.

“who do you think i am, pretty boy?” you replied, cocking your head to the side with the prettiest smile you could ever send him. oh god. you definitely weren’t only friends as you thought earlier.

the day of your date was also the day when you learned that he lied to you about where his house was located, because the opposite side of the city wasn’t anywhere near your house, and you could feel thousands of fireworks exploding underneath your skin, when the meaning of the small gesture finally hit you. he wanted to spend more time with you and also know if you got home safely. OH my god.

“your house isn’t near mine, and yet i’m the impossible one?” you chuckled, standing on the porch of his house at eleven past morning waiting on your mom to pick you up. he joined you in laughter prior to blushing with embarrassment as you found out about his lie. “don’t worry, pretty boy, i think it’s cute.” you smiled tenderly, placing your hand on his cheek, caressing it softly.

the way he smiled at you made your legs weak, the way his eyes traced around your whole face before landing on your mouth prior to finally taking the initiative and kissing you. the kiss, besides being interrupted by a honk of your mom’s car, was even more sweet, more delicate and softer than the first one. he bent his knees so you wouldn’t have to stand on the top of your toes. the tingling and burning in your belly couldn’t stop at his action.

“thank you for today, tsukishima”.

“kei.” “huh?” you asked, confused. “you can call me kei if you want.” he explained, making you die internally. his given name, you could refer to him like that. oh my lord.

“then, thank you for today, kei.” you whispered, placing a kiss on his cheek before walking up to your mom’s car, waving at him through the window, which you lowered before pulling off. “it’s y/n, by the way!” you called out.

since that day you started to see him more often in places like a train to your school, even though he would have to switch to bus after your stop to get back on the way to karasuno, or to get picked up by him on the days when he doesn’t have afternoons trainings. it made you feel special, like a main character of some teenage drama or more accurately, teenage love story.

the day he finally found enough courage and asked you to be your girlfriend happened almost two months after your first date, but it didn’t mean you wouldn’t go out in the meantime. sometimes taking yamaguchi, yachi and the lovebirds so you could call it a triple date.

it was a day – a morning – before christmas when you were supposed to set off to tokyo to visit all of your family and spend the holidays there. it was around three in the morning when your mom claimed that kei was standing with flowers and a present bag in his hands at your porch.

“what you’re doing here?” you laughed quietly, pulling him into the warmth of your house. “i couldn’t sleep knowing i won’t see you till after new year’s eve.” he confessed, making you beam.

“you’re so stupid, dummy” you shook your head as he handed you the bouquet of your favorite flowers and the present bag. “wait, i’ll find a vase and will go get your present.” he nodded without saying anything, his eyes following your every step.

you came back a few minutes later, holding your present for him, finding him in the living room with a cup of tea cupped in his hands. “open it first.” you pleaded, sitting beside him on the couch.

you decided on giving him a hoodie of his favorite band, some cds and books he told you he wanted to get himself after christmas and a photo album hidden in a handmade paper camera that showed your favorite photos of you two when you open it.

at the same time you opened his bag, and smiled at the arctic monkeys’ vinyl of worst favorite nightmare you wanted to buy so badly, a hoodie of his you said was the best, and what made you tear up, a copy of pride and prejudice by jane austen with his notes inside. a thing you once told kageyama you would die to get from a person you care about.

“kei…” you whispered, wiping away the tears prior to wrapping your arms around his neck. “it’s one of the best presents someone ever got me. i- thank you so much.”

“no. i’m the one who should thank you.” he caressed your back with his free hand softly. “not only for the present, but also for being here with me.”

“there’s also another thing.” he added, cutting you as you opened your mouth to disagree. “i can’t let you go to tokyo without saying this… i love you y/n, endlessly and i’d die to know if you’d like to be my girlfriend?” tsukishima let out on a single breath, looking you in the eyes. “it’s okay if you-”

“i’d love to, kei.” you answered, kissing him softly. “if i have to start the new year with someone, i’m glad it’s you.” you added after pulling away to catch your breaths.

and like that. you ended up in the backseat of your car, in your favorite hoodie of your freshly new boyfriend, listening to a playlist he has made you a few weeks ago and waiting for him to wake up so you could show him your grandma’s house, his words ringing up in your head whenever you mom or dad brings up his topic.

“i love you.”

[myonos]

Hello Stranger

yjw x gn!reader ☆ 0.9k ☆ fluff ☆ no warnings

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When you were 10 you had a neighbor, Jungwon.

It’s safe to say he was your first crush.

You were infatuated with him, even though you didn’t know what that meant at the time.

You would stare at him in school, watch him walk home with his friends, your eyes never left him.

You never spoke to him though, you were too shy.

Until one day when he spoke to you first.

“Can I borrow a pencil?” He asked during social studies.

“Sure,” you replied, handing him one of your brand new mechanical pencils, the really good kind.

Of course, to you, he only deserved the best.

After that, Jungwon was constantly asking you for things, and of course, you always gave them.

Every time you handed him something, he’d give you his signature smile. Everyone loved his smile, it always had all the girls squealing about how cute he was.

Time went on and your crush on Jungwon only got stronger.

In 7th grade, he was officially named the school’s sweetheart.

Everywhere Yang Jungwon went, he was praised.

You watched as he got a high honor roll, was voted most popular in your grade, gaining new friends left and right.

Despite how friendly he was, you never found the courage to approach him as a friend. He still asked you for things sometimes, and at the very least knew your name. That was enough for you.

Freshman year of high school rolled around and you, as well as the whole grade, watched Yang Jungwon get his first girlfriend. Every girl was heartbroken that it wasn't them.

You wanted to feel the same, yet you knew you never stood a chance.

Jungwon and his girlfriend Chowon lasted all of 9th grade, until their tragic breakup right at the beginning of sophomore year.

Everyone saw a different side of Yang Jungwon that year. A Jungwon who was closed off and moody. One that had lost his smile. He didn't ask you for things anymore.

A month after the breakup, the old Jungwon came back and everyone was relieved, especially his close group of friends.

He was back to being friendly, talking to anyone and everyone. His smile came back and yet, he still didn't ask you for things anymore.

The small interaction you had with Jungwon had ceased, and you couldn't help but feel sad.

You wanted to offer him anything, just say something to him, but alas you continued to admire him from afar.

Sophomore year passed. Junior year went smoothly for you although looking into colleges was stressful. Then on the second to last day of school, tragedy struck. Yang Jungwon was moving. Not just moving to another street, but moving away. The last day of school was filled with well wishes to Jungwon as well as his arms being piled with gifts from everyone.

You wanted to give him something, something he’d never forget.

You decided to give him a poem.

Your heart was poured out into that poem.

Every emotion you felt looking at Jungwon, speaking to him.

His eyes, his smile, his kindness.

You realized it may have sounded weird how much you observed him, but it was your last chance to make an impression.

During your last class together, you handed it to him, wishing him luck for next year, wherever that may be.

He looked surprised that you were giving him something, but he thanked you anyway with that smile.

Later that day you watched as he and his parents finished packing up their car.

You felt like a creep looking through your window, but you'd be damned if you didn't get a last peek at him before you never saw him again.

All of a sudden, he looked up, spotting you.

You were humiliated, this is how Yang Jungwon was going to see you for the last time, a creep spying on him.

But instead of looking at you with disgust, he smiled, waving to you.

Your mind was screaming but your body gave a robotic wave back.

Then he was gone.

Just like that, 7 years gone.

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4 years have passed.

You decided to stay in your hometown for college. You were accepted into your dream school.

You still thought about Jungwon, pretty often actually.

As you sit on the park bench, watching the lake in front of you, you wonder how Jungwon is.

Did he get into a good school? Was he in a relationship?

All these thoughts running through your mind, all about someone you should've forgotten about years ago.

But there was no forgetting someone like Jungwon.

“Hello, stranger,” someone said from behind you.

As you turned, your mind was in disbelief.

There he stood, the man who had a permanent spot in your mind.

“Jungwon.”

“Y/N,” he said as he sat beside you.

Your mouth was slightly opened in shock.

“I don't know what to say.”

“When I came back I knew I had to find you,” he said, pulling something out of his pocket. “For this.”

Pink notebook paper with a heart sticker.

Your poem.

“You kept that all these years?”

He nodded, “It was the first thing I read when we left, and I didn't bother reading anything else. I thought to myself, someone who paid this much attention to me deserved that attention back. And here we are.”

He puts his hand on top of yours and you feel your heart flutter, “Let’s start.”

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inspired by “Hello Stranger” by Kai.

permanent taglist: @escapetheash

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hi can I request reader being with Xavier when in his art studio when the monster reaches out and scratches him, reader freaks out and Xavier calms her down and she helps him

Absolutely dear. I hope you enjoy this <3

Dark red

pairing: Xavier Thorpe x gn!reader

synopsis: It was almost ridiculous. Shouldn´t this be the other way around? Shouldn´t you be helping him right now? Calm him down and be there for him? Take care of his wounds?

warnings: some angst and a bit of fluff

word count: 0.8k

Neither you nor Xavier had many lessons today and so you decided to meet up at his little art studio when you were done to spend an afternoon away from everyone. While you were lounging on the cozy armchair, reading a book that had really peaked your interest, he had put on some music that was playing quietly in the background as he pulled his hair back and got to painting. You didn´t need to look at what he was painting to know what it was. Ever since a couple of weeks ago it was always the same monster, by now the shed was so full of paintings and drawings of it you could almost feel it breathing down your neck no matter where you stood or what you did. Now, you loved everything he made, just because it was him, and you were glad when he came forward to finally tell you about the nightmares after being on edge for too long, but it was truly creepy. You tried to focus on the book again instead of getting lost in the thoughts about… whatever this thing was called. It still sends a cold shiver down your back, which got the attention of Xavier. 

“Are you alright?”, he looked around the easel with a raised eyebrow. 

“Yes, just a cold shiver.”, you gave him a reassuring grin as you noticed the way his eyebrows knitted together, and the corners of his mouth pointed downwards. “Are you alright, baby?” 

“Yeah, no yeah. I´m fine.”, he sounded far away again already as he went back to his painting. Trying to give it no second thought you grabbed the dark blue hoodie from the backrest of the chair nearby and went back to your previous task. 

You didn´t know how much time had gone by the next time you looked up from your book, but it must have been quite some time since Xavier looked like he was finishing up his painting. Getting a drink from the table nearby and stretching your arms over your head, you let your back crack into place before another shiver went down your spine. This time something felt actually wrong and as Xavier placed his brush aside to look at the finished product it happened. 

From the corner of your eyes, you saw the claws of the monster reach out to him. You still heard him gasp as they reached for him and then everything happened so fast.

Xavier sunk to the ground, eyes pressed together tightly and mouth slightly open, a fast breath moved his chest up and down in a panicked pace. Dark red slowly trickling out from in between the fingers he had pressed to the side of his neck.

You felt your lips part for a shriek, but didn´t hear it, breathing even faster than your mind moved, you looked around for something to seal his wounds with. Anything to help really. Only to have your face cupped by the hand Xavier hadn´t held to the fresh wound.

“… at me. Hey! Look at me. It´s alright. It´s not even that deep. Come on, breath with me.”, he mimicked a couple of deep breaths until your body was able to follow his lead and calm down. The fog that had clouded your brain lifted and you were able to focus on his eyes and breathing before reality got you back entirely.

There was no way you could take him to the school nurse with that so you quickly placed your patient on the chair you were sitting in. Taking off your jacket as the cleanest piece of cloth near, your ordered him to press it to the wound in hopes of stopping the bleeding before you grabbed the first aid kit. Washing out the scratch marks you had to admit he was at least kind of right.

“Well it´s actually not that deep but definitely deep enough to scar over.”, you mumbled as you continued to patch him up as best as you could. “How did this even happen?”

“I… I don´t know. I just lost control for a second I guess.”, he propped his head on the table.

You kissed his cheek lightly, before you put everything away, not wanting to press the topic any further, but you couldn´t help thinking about this having to end. Who knows what was going to happen next otherwise.

“We should get you back to your room.”, he nodded and you made your way back to his dorm.

For once you were glad no one looked at you, so you reached your destination without any questions.

When you successfully got Xavier in his bed and turned around to leave him for the evening he spoke again.

“Hey could you… Could you maybe stay? Just a while?”, he looked just tired now that everything had calmed down.

“Sure, Xavi.”

Without any more words you climbed into bed with him. His head laid on your chest and his arms wrapped around your middle as you brought your fingers into his hair to pull out the hair tie and play with his hair or scratch his scalp in an attempt to comfort him. It didn´t take long for his breathing to become deeper and soon after you pulled the blanket over the two of you, you succumbed to sleep too.