#tell me but mumble so I have no clue what they said so I gotta ask 3 more times until I just write in something and hope it's right

[liebelesbe]

I need a library to hire me so badly 😭 I need to do the work I did at our small town library but get paid for it PLEASE

[kairiscorner]

happy birthday — miles 42 x reader (birthday special)

↳ summary: miles has been really busy a lot lately, training hard under his uncle to better his tactics at fighting and balancing school and chores on top of everything, he just kind of forgets today was even special. but luckily, you don't forget your boyfriend's birthday that easily. ↳ word count: 1,916

↳ a/n: i did not realize it was my son's birthday on the third, i'm so sorry it's late SJEBCBFIVBRFVBRBVVRBO BUT I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH TO MAKE UP FOR IT, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MY BOYYYY AND I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE THIS <333

"got any idea what's up today, miles?" you asked miles with a big grin on your face as you caught miles in the halls before class began. he raised an eyebrow up at you as he glanced up at you after collecting all his books and everything else he needed for his first class of today before heading off. "um... no. is it movie night tonight? because sorry, i... i can't make it tonight, cielo." he muttered as he looked at you with eyes filled with hints of sadness and shame at not being able to hang out with you, despite really wanting to. his responsibilities as being the prowler, a student, and a son have got him really occupied lately. he can't really quit either of these full-time jobs he's got going on right now, and you couldn't blame him. you wished he went easier on himself, though, and took more breaks, took it a little easier on himself, maybe would blow off some steam from time to time and tell you at least how he feels so it doesn't bottle up inside him over time.

you held his hand and shook your head. "nah, silly, it's something more important!" you exclaimed with a grin. miles tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrow as he looked at you with a look of confusion. "um... hmm, is it a study night? i know it's not our anniversary yet, it's not your birthday, uh..." he mumbled as he closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his head, frustrated with himself because nothing came up in his mind. he didn't think there was anything worth such importance today, though if he was being honest, he wasn't sure what date it was today; he just got by the month by remembering what tests were when, if tonight had prowler activities, or if tonight was going to be laundry night with his mom. he was honestly drawing a blank here, he needed you to give him more obvious clues to help him find out what exactly was so important about today.

you sighed as you let go of his hand and folded your arms in front of your chest. miles' eyes widened as he felt you let go of his hand, he reached out for your hand again as he stepped forward towards you. "cielo, wait! please, i... i'm sorry." he apologized first as he stepped back and took in a breath. "can you just, um, tell me what's up today? i'm sorry, i've just been so swamped recently, and i know that's not the best excuse, but i'm not--" he went on and on, but was interrupted by the first bell. "ay, gotta go, cielo, we can talk about this later!" miles said as he scrambled for his stuff and ran off.

you waited for miles outside of his classroom once your class ended, though he had to stay behind and ask the teachers a couple of questions and clarifications over his homework since he was having a lot of backlog due to his duties as the prowler. miles caught a glimpse of you outside, though before he could call out to you or walk over to you, the next bell rang, and you had to attend to your next class. miles couldn't focus properly, he was overthinking about whether or not he upset you, or if you were already disappointed with him forgetting what day it was today. he wasn't able to check his phone or ask for the date today since he was busy catching up with schoolwork. eventually, miles caught you at lunch, but... you were with ganke. you were huddled over with him at his table, the two of you smiling and chuckling at each other as you showed him stuff on your phone.

miles trusted ganke, and ganke expressed how he didn't have any interest in butting in between you two, but the mere sight of you with ganke–all smiles with him and laughing together, after he hadn't been able to spend much time with you recently due to his responsibilities and all–it hurt him deeply, thinking he failed you and were seeking comfort with ganke. miles walked away, hurt and sad, but angry towards himself for the most part. he ate lunch alone, just like he did before befriending ganke and meeting you, but he felt like he deserved it for pushing you aside, even if he didn't mean to and wanted nothing more than to be by your side.

as miles headed home after school, not seeing you in the halls or at the school yard as he scanned his surroundings for you, he felt super dejected and disappointed in himself. he wanted to stop thinking about his responsibilities for once and just put all his time, effort, and focus on you and only you–but he knew that would be a mere twinkle in his eye, a dream that will only remain as that, a dream. but as he entered the front door of his home, he was greeted to the voices of all the important people he had in his life, with yours ringing distinctly in his ears.

"happy birthday, miles!"

miles stiffened as he heard those two words with his name following the greeting not long after. he blinked for a few times and looked around–his mom and uncle aaron were there, so were ganke and... you. wait, could this be the super important thing you hinted about today? oh, man, did he feel like an idiot–he never thought of his own birthday as something of importance, but you... you kept thinking about him, all day. miles was speechless as you approached him, all smiles, and pecked his cheek. "happiest birthday to you, miles." you said as you pulled away and presented to him the gift you had for him. miles looked at you with a puzzled look. "cielo... for-for me?" he asked you as you chuckled and nodded. "for who else, dummy?" you asked him as miles slowly took the gift and stammered. "i... but, cielo, i don't deserve this. i've missed out on countless dates and meet-ups with you, i keep pushing you aside even though i don't wanna, i--" miles rambled on and on, beating himself up for feeling inadequate at making you happy due to his repeated absences.

before he could continue, you hugged him tightly. "and it's okay, babe. you're good. you try, and even if it doesn't work out, it's the thought that counts. i'm already happy you think of me all the time and want to spend time with me, even if you can't. i love you, miles." you tell him in a gentle voice as miles hugs you back, bringing you closer to him as he kisses your cheek. "i really love you, too, mi cielo..." he mutters as you pull away from him and lead him to the couch for him to open his gift from you.

you handed him a thick box, it was wrapped in purple wrapping paper with green accents, with a green and black ribbon to tie it up. you encouraged miles to open it as ganke filmed it, with his uncle aaron and his mom watching intently. miles was gentle in unwrapping the gift, he didn't rip it open, he wanted to feel the suspense of opening the gift you got him. soon, when he saw what was inside, he gasped loudly as his eyes went wide. he kept repeating 'wait, no...' in a breathless, excited way as he realized you bought him the sneakers he had been wanting for the longest time. he could never ask his mom to buy it for him, and he was saving up to buy them himself, but to get them from you... oh, he felt like he had ascended.

"mi cielo, no freaking way...!" he exclaimed in an overjoyed manner with slight chuckles in his voice as his smile widened as the fact you gifted him the very sneakers he had wanted for a long time sunk in and made him momentarily forget the sadness he was feeling just earlier. his uncle teased you as he wished you didn't gift him those sneakers, he'd have a new obsession for a little while and keep his eyes out for him. "that boy's gonna be wary about me, asking me if i touched them. he's gonna be real overprotective of those, especially since they came from you." his uncle aaron quipped as miles told him that wasn't true. just a little true.

miles kept thanking you and kissed you on the cheek, and as ganke was filming, he encouraged you two to share a kiss. "c'mon, you dorks! for the camera! kiss! kiss! kiss!" he chanted, with uncle aaron chanting along with him. his mother chided the two, saying you two weren't going to be doing anything of the sort in front of them, but you decided you didn't care anymore and pulled miles in for a gentle kiss. miles' eyes widened even more as you kissed him, and though his mother cried out in surprise, with his uncle clapping and chuckling as ganke cheered for you two, he found himself not wanting to pull away and kissed you back.

miles pulled away and gazed at you, a smirk growing on his face as he kissed your cheek. "oh, how did i get so lucky? how could i have you, mi cielo? you know, i'll stop being too serious, you're the only lucky break i have from all the chaos in my life. i promise you, though, i'll make up for all the time that should've been just ours together. i swear, i'll make this place safer for you, i promise." he said as he interlocked his hand with yours, clutching the shoe box in his other hand. he kissed your lips and pulled away, causing you to giggle and get flustered. "i'll hold you to that, miles. but please... don't hesitate to come to me, talk to me, or do anything with me. i love you, babe, i don't mind if you miss a few dates or meet-ups, just be safe out there..." you whispered to him with a smile.

his mother retreated to grab a glass of wine as his uncle called out to her to save him a glass, with ganke chuckling as he saved the footage and teased you two lovebirds. "this... has got to be the best birthday ever." miles gushed as he ran a hand through your hair. you chuckled as you fidgeted with the end of his left braid in your hand. "even with your uncle and mom watching us kiss, with ganke filming all of it, probably never gonna let us live it down...?" you asked as you leaned closer to kiss him again and pulling away. miles smiled sweetly at you as he answered, "really." he kissed you again, with you reciprocating his kiss. that truly was going to be a birthday he'll remember, and he's gonna make sure he keeps his promises to you and work hard to earn your love and pay you back for the gift you gave him. though if you were to ask him, the only gift he really wanted was just to... hold you close, hear your voice, and just be with you on his birthday and for all the birthdays there were to come in the future with you, his sweetheart.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @pixqlsin @solecitoszn @q2ie @zalayni @anikaluv

[emmyrosee]

He knows you’re tired. Exhausted even.

Standing in line at the grocery store, you’d been closer and cuddlier to Koutarou than usual, burrowing your head in the nape of his neck and swaying slightly to stand. On the car ride home, you can barely keep your eyes open, leaning over the center console and trying to burrow into him.

He loves it an unhealthy amount.

But he doesn’t know, really, why you’re so out of it today- you say you don’t know either, but he thinks youre full of it, and he can tell by the cheeky look you give him every time he asks.

It’s not your fault Kodzuken’s been streaming at ungodly hours lately.

It does seem to reach a point today where you’re a zombie, barely able to function or move without a massive delay. It took you and Koutarou fifteen minutes to unload the car’s groceries; by the sixteenth, he scoops you in his bulky arms and carries you in.

“Taro, no,” you grumble, not really putting up a fight. “Gotta help you.” Still ignoring you, he settles you on the couch with a blanket and a kiss loving nuzzle to your nose, and tutting softly when you mumble a barely coherent ‘m fine.’

“No, you’re not,” he chuckles, guiding you back down. “I got the groceries. Then we can cuddle and nap and be as close as you want.”

And while your eyes look as if there’s a fight in you, your smile of mercy says otherwise, and you lay your head back down onto the arm of the couch and pull the blanket higher, allowing yourself to drift.

And Bokuto has full intentions of letting you sleep. Honestly! The groceries are being stocked, frozen’s tucked away until there’s an incessant buzzing on his phone.

A flurry of text updates from Atsumu; EJP’s game finally started, and he’d be a liar if he said he wanted to miss it.

“Ah, no way! I thought their game was earlier!” He says aloud, bounding into the living room and plopping down onto the couch, startling you from your sleep. You whine angrily, but he’s already zoned in to the action. He feels your eyes boring into him, and the couch dips under your moving weight as you crawl towards him.

“Who’s game?”

He forgets to answer as his eyes are now focused on the screen, a smile of excitement curling on his face as he lets his eyes dance over the action of the game in the middle of its first set.

“EJP? I thought we missed it.”

“Yeah!” He says excitedly. “It’s Washio’s team- game must’ve gotten bumped, thought it was earlier too.”

“Did it just start?”

“Seems like it,” he says, tossing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in for a hug. You nuzzle and curl against him, but his excitement never lets you get too comfortable in his husky frame.

This, has you silent for a second. Then, you hum next to him and get up, breaking his focus from the television, “where are you going?” He asks softly, but turns back towards the tv when a whistle blows.

“Just have to use the bathroom,” you say, planting a kiss to his temple. “I’ll be back, just keep track of the plays for me.”

“You got it!” He says happily, leaning forward on his knees to watch the match.

Time truly does fly, as within seemingly minutes after turning on the tv, EJP finally seems to sweep the match completely, the post game interviews starting up right after. He pouts, but when he looks at his phone, his brows shoot up as nearly an hour has passed from when he turned on the tv.

He turns his head to ask you what you thought, but when he does, you’re not there. The spot next to him is cold, and he checks his phone again to see if you maybe left without telling him?

No dice.

He has no clue where you went.

“Baby?” He calls, rising from the couch and clicking off the tv to look for you. The house is silent, you’ve seemingly vanished from the vicinity, but you usually are pretty good at telling him when you leave.

He calls your name once again before finally crawling up the stairs to search, but it doesn’t take long for him to peek through the ajar door and smile at your napping form.

You’re curled up on his side of the bed, cuddled into his pillow and resting soundly under the blanket. Your eyes twitch as you dream your extravagant dreams, one he’s sure you’ll tell him about later. Koutarou sighs softly in relief before coming in and closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” he mumbles lowly, as if to not scare you. “Whatcha doin?” When you mewl a quiet ‘taro?’, he crawls next to you in bed, spooning you into his warm arms and gently taking selfish inhales of your scent. You flip into his embrace and burrow into the dip of his neck as you’ve done countless of times in your relationship.

“Game over?” You murmur, and he shushes you softly.

“Yeah- we won. I would’ve let you nap; you didn’t have to abandon me,” he snickers.

There’s a cheeky smirk that spreads on your slumbered features. It’s obvious to him now that you wanted to be alone to sleep, and while he’s not thrilled you were in here by yourself, or that you tricked him to be alone, he’s gotta admit that you played the game well. “You were busy,” you murmur. “Nice to nap without your snores.”

“Excuse you.” He kisses your forehead and uses one of his massive hands to cup the back of your head. “Go back to bed. I’ll deal with you later.”

“Mkay,” you yawn. The room is silent again, and just before your breathing can even out once again, you giggle from his neck. “Can’t believe you bought it.”

“I can’t believe you tricked me!”

You let out another little snicker before tuck closer to him, letting sleep take over while Bokuto lets his fingers gently massaging the back of your head with soft hands.

He’ll just have to scold you for it later.

[moonlightndaydreams]

Second Chances

Jisung is determined to lose his virginity at tonight’s house party. He never expected you, his former best friend, to be there.

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Pairing: Jisung x female reader

Word Count: 6,989

Trope: Friends to enemies to lovers. High School house party. Loss of virginity. Forced proximity.

Author’s Note: I have decided to write this story in an Australian setting (I was feeling nostalgic) where the drinking age is 18, the final year of high school is year 12, and a lot of students turn 18 during that final year. The characters in this story are 18 because I don’t want underage drinking in my story.

Now, as much as it is set in Australia, I was actually inspired by a 90’s American High School movie called “Can’t Hardly Wait” that popped into my head while I was driving the other day. Particularly Seth Green’s character’s storyline, that I thought “That’s so Hannie coded.” Side note: Seth Green was in the Buffy series and I may have had a crush on him. Shh, don’t tell anyone.

Warnings: anxiety, anxiety attacks, alcohol, past relationship trauma (Han was really mean), mention of pot and vaping, swearing.

NSFW content warning below the cut.

CW: protected sex, mention of sex toys, orgasms. Please let me know if I’ve missed anything.

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~ Jisung ~

“It’s happening boys!” Exclaimed Jisung standing in the middle of the local bottle shop. “Tonight is the night.”

“The night for what?” Jinnie turned his head from the row of bourbon bottles he was perusing.

“Tonight I’m going to have SEX!” He announced proudly.

“Wait! What?” Jinnie said, visibly surprised by his friend’s declaration.

“But you don’t have a girlfriend!” Seungmin piped up after choosing a pack of premixed Smirnoff from the shelf.

“I don’t need a girlfri-”

“And,” Seungmin Raised his hand to hush his friend mid-sentence. “You have no clue how to talk to girls.”

“Yeah dude, you kinda gotta know how to talk to girls before it moves to sex.” Jinnie implored. “Well, usually anyway.” he added.

Jisung scratched his head. “I know how to talk to girls.” he huffed. The other two chuckled and gave each other an amused look. Jisung furrowed his brow. “I do know how to talk to girls.” He whined defensively.

“Yeah yeah. Come on, let’s just buy this alcohol and head over to the party.” Jinnie smirked. “The lucky lady awaits.” he winked, slapping his friend on the ass.

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Standing in the front yard belonging to the most popular kid in the school, Jisung looked up at the double-story dwelling. It was already thrumming with drunk year 12 students, and music was blaring from the living room. Lights were on all throughout the house, except for a few rooms upstairs, which Jisung decided was where people were having sex. Where he’d be having sex in the very near future. If all went to plan.

He swallowed nervously and slipped his hand inside the pocket of his baggy jeans, feeling for the condom packet he’d placed in there safely.

“Man, you're gonna rub a hole in it at this rate. Then what are you gonna do? Convince her that your pull out game is strong?” Jinnie teased. 

“You’ve been checking it’s still in there for the last half an hour.” added Seungmin, and gently put a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey Seungmin, wanna bet it’s still in his pocket tomorrow?” snickered Jinnie.

Suddenly a roar erupted from somewhere inside, along with the sound of bottles smashing, followed by loud cheers.

“Oh fuck.” Jisung mumbled, suddenly overcome with anxiety.  He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.  He could do this. “Alright, what are we waiting for?” Jisung tried to sound cool and suave, but his voice cracked with nerves. He took a deep breath, and with a self-determination not dissimilar to the Little Engine That Could, Jisung, with his two best friends in tow, entered the party.

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~ Y/N ~

You sat there on the couch in the middle of the crowded living room, questioning your existence. This wasn’t even a party from your school. Well technically it used to be your school, but not for the past two years. Some students still recognised you though, and you felt like crawling into a hole every time someone pointed a drunken finger at you and yelling “Oh my god y/n! I thought you’d fallen off the face of the earth!”, or worse, hug you and say the exact same thing.

As the couple to your right’s makeout session started to heat up and the girl climbed onto the boy's lap, her flailing limbs almost knocked your drink out of your hand. You reminded yourself that you’d come to this party as wingman to your one and only friend, Felix. Felix, who begged you to support him as he came to confess his love to some guy named Chris. You had questioned why he needed to announce his feelings at a fucking party and not online like a regular person, but he’d insisted that this was the only way.

Now Felix had disappeared, and you swore the couple next to you had escalated things to the guy rubbing the girl’s pussy under her skirt. 

“I know what you’re thinking.” a voice to your left interrupted your thoughts. You snapped your head up to meet a rather attractive boy with almond shaped eyes and light brown hair.

“What? Like how to dissociate when people are feeling each other up next to you? Or how the fuck did I end up here in the first place?” You said sarcastically.

The boy smirked. Like a devil. “Well, no. I guess I don’t know what you’re thinking afterall.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Why? What did you think I was thinking, hmm?” You challenged him.

“That that looks like fun,’ he pointed to the horny lovers next to you. “and where can I hook up with a guy who knows what he’s doing?” He leaned in “and just so you know, that guy there has no clue what he’s doing.”

You were shocked by this boy’s self assuredness. “And you’re the expert, I suppose?” You raised one eyebrow.

“Well if you come upstairs with me, I can show you that I am very much an expert.”

You laughed dryly. “As much as I am really not enjoying it here,” you gestured around the room. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to respectfully decline your offer.”

Minho leaned back and examined your face as though he was weighing up if you were worth pursuing. He clicked his tongue. “Suit yourself then.” He said indifferently. “But if you change your mind, you can find me upstairs. But be warned, you might have to wait your turn.”

With that the boy stood up and left you sitting there stunned. God what a dick, you shuddered and pulled your phone out of your handbag. No messages from Felix. You quickly texted him asking him where he’s at with “Operation Bang Chan”. He hated that that’s what you called tonight’s efforts. He thought it was more a “Sincere Confession of Love”.

Love. You snorted to yourself on the couch. Fuck love. You loved a boy once. Once upon a time. Fuck, that was part of your hesitation in even coming here tonight in the first place. Your former best friend whom you secretly loved. What if he was here? What if you ran into him? You couldn’t think of anything worse. Just the mere thought of him conjured a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. You tried to shake the feeling, but shame crept into your chest. The humiliation and rejection from that day seeping back into your body. The feeling as real, as visceral, as the day it happened. The heartbreak, and heartache, suddenly felt like a fresh wound, even though you’d  had two years to heal. His words, his voice, cold and cruel in your head, like he’d only just spoken them.

“Fuck off slag. I’m sick of having you hang around me anyway. Actually, I never even liked you. I just put up with you because I was bored.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You needed some space. No. You needed to leave. You slipped your phone away and headed upstairs in search of a bathroom. Your plan was to pee, call Felix to tell him you had to go, then catch an Uber home. Easy. Only three steps. You’ve got this. You continued to mumble positive affirmations to yourself as you trudged up the stairs, avoiding the loitering drunk students along the way. 

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~ Jisung ~

From the outset, Jisung knew he didn’t fit in. He recognised the majority of the kids from the smalltown school, but he hadn’t the faintest idea what most of their names were. Apart from spending time with Jinnie and Seungmin, Jisung kept to himself. He immersed himself in his music. Listening to, and making, music. It was actually how he met his two best mates - in the arts department. Jinnie was a dancer, and Seunmgin loved to sing.

“Are you doing okay, Ji?” Seungmin checked in. Jisung nodded but didn’t speak. The three oddball boys had positioned themselves in the corner of the living room with their bourbon and cokes, and a bottle of premixed Smirnoff for Seungmin. 

To their right, was a group of rowdy athletic types. If this were an American teen movie they’d be called the jocks. But these guys weren’t bullies like a lot of the jocks were in the movies. These guys were just good at sport, and were actually the type to get along with absolutely everyone. How people could actually make small talk to teachers and adults of the community, Jisung didn’t know. But Changbin, the kid whose party this was, and his best mate Chris, were able to do it with ease. The pair were also the most decent humans of the lot. It was the reason Jisung even considered coming to the party in the first place. He knew they wouldn’t kick him out on the front lawn for being unpopular.

As Jisung continued to take in the scene around him, he realised that there were in fact a lot of different friend groups there. From the unpopular bookworms who studied hard, to extremely popular bookworms that studied hard. To the potheads (which Jisung recognised more than he wanted to), and the kids that wagged school and vaped. There were the Surfies, the Gamers, and a few guys that were obviously in their twenties that hadn’t seemed to move on from high school. Losers. Jisung thought to himself, despite very much feeling like a loser himself.

“What about her?” Seungmin pointed to a group of three girls who looked around wide eyed as though they’d never seen a party in their lives.

‘Or her there?” Jinnie pointed to a pair of girls Jisung recognised from his music class.

As the pair continued to target potential candidates to “pop Jisung’s cherry” as Jinnie so eloquently put it, Jisung continued to scan the room. He was taken aback when his gaze landed on a boy whose body language oozed fuckboi confidence. Minho. Jisung was pretty sure that was his name. Fuck why couldn’t he feel that confident? Jisung studied “this Minho” for a long moment. He was seated obnoxiously comfortably, manspread on a couch, a beer in one hand, his other arm spread out across the back of the seat. He was talking, no, hitting on, a girl sitting beside him. Jisung couldn’t quite see her face because some guy was standing obstructing his view. Then all of a sudden Minho stood up, winked at two other girls, and headed upstairs. The two girls followed him. Damn. Thought Jisung. Two girls?

Jisung’s gaze reverted back to where Minho had been flirting with the girl on the couch, wondering what her reaction was to him just getting up and summoning two chicks to follow him upstairs. To those dark rooms. 

The guy who had been standing in Jisung’s line of vision stepped to the side momentarily and he got a clear view of who Minho had been talking to.

His heart stopped beating, and he felt a surge of heat wash over his face before his blood drained away entirely, leaving him feeling like he’d seen a ghost. You. Then you stood up and headed upstairs too.To where Minho was.

The room felt like it was spinning, and the voices around him became muffled like he was underwater. Oh god he was going to be sick.

“Ji? Ji are you okay buddy?” A voice, Seungmin? asked. But Jisung couldn’t answer.  “You’re all sweaty, man.”

“I think he’s having a panic attack. We should probably get him some fresh air. Hey, Ji. Mate? Let’s go somewhe-“

“I gotta get out here!” Jisung cried. He yanked Seungmin’s hand off his arm and rushed away as fast as possible.

Upstairs.

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~ Y/N ~

There were several doors on the landing and you had no idea which one was the bathroom. You cracked open a door revealing what seemed to be a bedroom with some dark shapes moving about on the bed and making some grunting sounds. You quickly closed that door, thankful they didn’t seem to notice your intrusion.

You tried another door. But this time the occupants did notice you. “Well, it looks like the kitten has changed her mind.” Minho said with an air of triumph. The two girls that were clinging onto him turned to you with a look of disgust. You rolled your eyes, closed the door and quickly moved on.

Finally, you found the bathroom. You closed your eyes and leaned against the door, relieved you were finally alone. You let out a long exhale, then opened your eyes to take in your surroundings. The bathroom was spectacular, although rather garish with the decor. Everything in the room was huge. The room itself was twice the size of your bedroom, with a large bathtub along the far wall, and a giant window above it. The vanity was long with an expensive looking custom sink with gold tap fittings, and the mirror above was trimmed with a gold frame to match. This Changbin fellow was rather well off, wasn’t he?

You relieved your bladder on what you were certain was the most expensive toilet you’d ever sat on, and watched your reflection as you washed your hands at the sink. You barely recognised yourself tonight. This setting, a school party setting, was not where you fit in, and you could tell just by looking at yourself. You looked so lost and out of place. You wondered for a moment what life might have looked like if you hadn’t moved and changed schools? You wondered if you would have been able to face the boy that broke your heart. Would you have gotten over him? Could you have faced him everyday? If you were honest with yourself you hadn’t gotten over him even now, even when you hadn’t seen him since that day. Even when he hurt you so fucking badly.

You shook the thought away and picked up your phone to see if Felix had returned your message. Flat. The battery was fucking flat. Well that was just fucking great. You groaned in frustration just as the bathroom door opened and slammed closed, causing you to snap your head over to the door to find yourself looking at the back of a boy wearing baggy jeans and an oversized t-shirt and leaning his face against the door.

“What the fuck, dude! Don’t you know how to kno-”

The words died on your tongue when the boy turned around and you were standing face to face with the last person you ever wanted to see again. 

He stared back at you. Pure horror on his face. 

“Jisung?” you felt your heart pounding in your chest.

“Fuck.” Jisung mumbled and quickly turned back around to open the door. He turned the handle, but nothing happened. He tried again. Nothing. He was becoming more and more frantic as he gripped the handle, rattling it and pulling at the door, like he was trying to run for his life. “No. No. No. I have to get out of here. I can’t breathe. I have to get out.” Then the door handle fell off entirely, silencing him momentarily. Jisung bashed his head on the door, then turned and sank to the floor defeated. He scrunched his eyes tight, brought his knees up to his chest and covered his face in his hands. “I have to leave. I can’t be here. You can’t be here.”

You watched your former best friend falling apart on the bathroom floor. So he still had anxiety attacks then? Something pulled at your heart. 

Putting everything you felt about Jisung aside, the anger, the heartache, the humiliation, you moved closer to him, as if on autopilot, sliding down next to him on the floor. “It’s okay Ji.” you soothed. “You’re having a panic attack. We’ve been through these before, remember? And we’ve gotten through it every time.” 

Jisung shook his head. “No. I have to get out of here. Trapped. I’m trapped. Why am I hallucinating? You’re not real. I never hallucinate. Oh god the attacks must be getting worse. I fucked up so bad. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I need to get out of here.” He rambled, rocking his body back and forth. You gently placed a hand on his knee. “Ji. I need you to focus on your breathing okay? Focus on the exhale. That’s it, long exhales. Focus on my hand. Can you feel that?” 

You sat with Jisung through his attack, gently bringing him back to the present moment and walking him through the steps you knew worked for him. Eventually, he removed his hands from his face and peered at you through teary eyes. “I thought I’d never see you again.” he whispered. “Why are you here? Why are you helping me after…after I did what I did?” he averted his eyes.

You sat up straight feeling uncomfortable at the mention of that day. “Well, you needed help.” you sucked in your lip. “And we need to call someone to open the door. Where’s your phone?” 

“Phone?” Jisung echoed vaguely. He patted his pants. “Shit.” he reached inside his pockets. “Fuck!” he groaned and you could visibly see his anxiety bubbling up again. He pulled out his empty hand, not noticing he’d dropped something out of his pocket. You picked up the little square wrapper, only releasing what it was upon closer inspection. A condom.

So he goes to parties and sleeps with girls then?

“Um…here. You dropped this.” you said awkwardly, handing the condom back to Jisung who glared at you as he snatched it back, shoving it deep inside his pocket again.

“Well?” you said. Jisung didn’t respond. “Your phone?” you added expectantly. The sooner you got out of there the better.

“I-I don’t have it.” He said quietly. I must have dropped it. Out there.” he gulped. You banged your head against the door in frustration and closed your eyes.

“Wait. Where’s your phone?” he quizzed defiantly.

“Fucking flat.” you replied not opening your eyes. “Eventually someone will need to use the bathroom, right? Right?” you peered over to Jisung who looked exhausted.

“I think this house has at least four bathrooms. So our chances of escaping might not be as good as you think.” he replied.

“Fuck.” you sighed.

“Yep. Fuck alright.”

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You spent the best part of the next hour trying to figure out a way to escape. Starting with screaming for help, and bashing on the door, to eventually finding the clean towels and pulling them out of the vanity cupboard with a great escape plan of tying them all together and using it as rope to climb out the window.

“I don’t think it’s going to work.” Jisung said watching you sit in the middle of the bathroom floor attempting to tie two towels together. You scowled at him.

“There aren’t enough towels, and they're too chunky to tie.” he said plainly.

“Well it works in the movies.” you huffed.

“Pretty sure they use bedsheets not towels. Anyway, I need to pee so…” he gestured for you to turn around.

You rolled your eyes and turned away, focusing on your plan.

Jisung flushed the toilet and washed his hands.

“Fine. I give up.” you conceded and tossed the two towels back into the pile and threw yourself on top of it dramatically.

“Look,” he said, pulling the towels out from underneath you. “We might not be able to gallantly climb out the window, but we can make the floor more comfortable.” he started laying the towels out on the floor in front of the bathtub and then sat himself down. “Yep. Much better. I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t feel my arse before.”

Sighing, you crawled over and sat beside Jisung and leaned on the side of the bathtub. He was right, this was a little more comfortable.

“So now what?” you said looking at the ceiling.

“I guess we really will have to wait.” he shrugged.

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~ Jisung ~

Time passed slowly, and Jisung didn’t know whether he should attempt to make conversation or stay quiet. You probably hated him after the things he said to you. Should he bring it up? See if you were open to talk about what had happened? Should he just make small talk and pretend nothing had ever happened at all? In the end he said nothing. At least that way he couldn’t make things any worse.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t use your-” you nodded towards Jisung’s pocket where the condom packet was safely tucked away.  “I mean, I’m sure you can go one weekend without sex.” You nudged him in the leg teasingly.

“Well, about that.” Jisung cleared his throat. “Well..I’ve never…well.. you know?” He hesitated and looked away. “Slept with anyone.” he said shyly.

“Oh.” You said, sounding surprised by his admission. “Ooh! Right! So let me get this straight, you came to this party tonight planning to lose your virginity?” You cocked an eyebrow.

“Hey!” He whined defensively, making you laugh. He hadn’t heard you laugh in such a long time. Jisung never thought he’d get the chance to hear it again after you were gone. 

“Well, if we do get out of here, there’s a guy across the hall who’d probably be happy to help you out. Apparently he’s an expert.” You said sarcastically. “I’m sure he’d love to give us both our first times.”

Jisung met your gaze. “Wait, you’re a virgin too?” he asked wide eyed.

“Why? Does that surprise you, Jisung?”

“Well, yeah. I was certain a girl like you would-” Jisung’s eyes widened even more. “No! That came out so wrong.” He clapped his hand over his mouth.

“What? A slag like me?” you said coldly.

Jisung grabbed your hands, panicstricken. “No, baby!” he cried. “Oh, god! No. I never thought that! I fucked up so bad that day. I…I was a fucking dickhead. I was mean. Oh fuck, I was so cruel to you.” tears filled his eyes and began to spill down his cheeks.

You looked down at the floor. 

“Baby, baby…please look at me. Say something.” He squeezed your hands in his. You didn’t pull away.

“What did I even do to you to make you say those things? Why do you hate me so much?” you asked quietly, turning to him.

“I…don’t hate you baby! It… I… well I was told you’d been sleeping with some guy. I mean, I know we weren’t actually going out, but when I’d heard you had… slept with someone…and that you were moving schools too… and hadn’t told me that either… I just freaked out. I was hurt. I wanted you to be with me. But you didn’t want me. I thought you weren’t going to tell me anything and you’d be gone. Gone with another guy, and leaving. Behind my back. I was so pathetic.”

You sat in silence taking in what Jisung had just shared. 

“You really thought I’d do that to you?” you said eventually. “Jisung! Why didn’t you just talk to me? Why believe what some bitch told you?” You started to cry too.

“I know I shouldn’t have believed her. She showed me text messages and everything. Texts you’d allegedly sent.” He shook his head. “And then I found out it was all a lie. They’d fucking made that shit up. And you’d gone. Then I was angry that you didn’t confront me, pull me up on it. That you just let me say all those horrible things to you and you said nothing. You didn’t even try to defend yourself. That’s when I had the biggest panic attack of my life. When I realised how bad I fucked things up.” 

Jisung sobbed as he thought back to when he told you he hated you. That you were a nuisance to him. He hadn’t even meant any of it. Not really. He didn’t think anyone would ever really know how much it was killing him to speak those words. How it felt like he was being stabbed in the heart when your face fell. He even knew the exact moment the words hit you the hardest. The way your eyes blinked back tears. Jisung winced at the memory. He’d tried to tell himself that it was for the best. That it was the easiest way to break the friendship off. That you deserved it, even. But you didn’t deserve it. Any of it. You hadn’t done anything at all. It was his fault.

“Why didn’t you come find me? Apologise? Make things right?” You croaked.

“I was sure you’d have moved on, and I believed you were better off without me.” He hung his head.

“Ji. You hurt me so much. You know that right?” 

He looked at you and nodded solemnly. “I know.”

“Like, no one has ever hurt me like you did. You made me feel worthless.”

“I’d do anything to take it back. To make it right.” Jisung whispered. He looked at you with regret in his eyes.

“But,” you looked directly at him. “At least I now know the reason you behaved the way you did. But fucking hell man, you went about it in the worst way possible. Look, I’m not forgiving you for behaving like that. Not by a long shot. But,” you sobbed loudly. “But I missed my best friend.” You began to cry harder, losing all self control and letting the tears stream down your cheeks. “I missed you, and I didn’t want you to hate me like you did. You hated me and I didn’t know why?” 

Jisung pulled you close to his chest and rested his chin on the top of your head as you cried against his chest. He hated himself for how he’d made you feel. He was responsible for this. He was responsible for fucking up your friendship. He was in love with you and he’d pushed you away. He wanted to look after you and take care of you, but he’d told you he didn’t want you around. He wanted to be the one who made you smile, not make you cry.

His life hadn’t been the same after you’d left. No one was there to share his thoughts with, or stay up late talking about random shit, or share his music with. There was no one there who could help him through his anxiety the way you could. No one laughed at his silly jokes the way you did. No one made him feel like he could be his awkward, quirky self except you.

But somehow fate had brought you back together and he was determined to fix this.

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~ Y/N ~

You let yourself relax into Jisung’s embrace and cried your eyes out. You felt safe in his arms despite him being the reason you were hurting. But he was hurting too. Both when he thought you’d betrayed him, and even now. He was hurting now and you couldn’t hate him. You kind of understood his perspective. You could definitely see that he knew how he’d fucked up.

You don’t know how long you sat there like that, but eventually you lifted your head and looked at Jisung. “Am I all red and puffy?” You smiled despite the heaviness in your chest.

Jisung half smiled. “Yeah.” He said softly. “What about me?”

You reached up to wipe Jisung’s tear streaked cheek and took in his features. You really looked at him. He was still your Jisung. His cheeks weren’t as chubby, his jaw a little more coarse where he shaved. “You’ve grown up.” You whispered and your eyes locked. Your heart sped up. The way he was looking at you, it was different to the way he’d looked at you previously. The tension was palpable.

Jisung cleared his throat and broke eye contact. “Well I’m an adult now.” He joked like he was trying to change the energy of the moment. “I can vote now.” He added proudly. 

“Hmm lucky us, huh? Allowed to vote.” You followed his lead. “And we can drink? And get into nightclubs and pubs.”

“I’d rather just have a quiet movie night than do all that going out.” He said thoughtfully. “I’d prefer the quiet life I think.”

You leaned away from him and looked at him quizzically. “But what about your music? Aren’t you wanting to play in some of those places?”

“Depends. Will you come watch me if I do?” He asked.

You nodded. “I miss your music.”

“Well I’ve written a lot of songs in the last couple of years. Mostly angsty stuff.” He blushed.

“I’d love to hear everything if you ever wanna show me.” You leaned back against the tub. “Well here’s to adult life, hey.” you sighed.

“That’s if we ever actually get out of here. We might survive a couple of days in here, but the outlook doesn’t look good.” Jisung laughed dryly. “But at least we have a toilet.” 

“And water to drink and wash ourselves with. I like the look of this bath.” You glanced over your shoulder.

“We might starve to death, but we can enjoy bubble baths in the meantime.” He joked.

“I’m pretty sure I saw some organic, all natural sugar scrub when I was searching the cupboards. Maybe it’s edible?” you suggested.

You both laughed, finally feeling more at ease with each other. It felt familiar. It felt nice.

“I can see the news headline: Two virgin teenagers starve to death in a luxurious bathroom after being trapped for three weeks.” You announced in your best newsreader’s voice.

“God, that’s sad.” Jisung shook his head. “Hey? Do you remember that pact we made?” he turned to you.

Your laugh faded. “Oh.” You cast your mind back. “Oh my goodness. Yes! I remember.” You covered your mouth to hide your smile. “If either of us hadn’t had sex by sex by eighteen-“

“We’d have sex with each other.” He gave a shit eating grin. You smirked at him and shook your head in disbelief. “Jisung!” You punched him playfully in the arm and leaned into his body. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and squeezed your arm affectionately. This felt so natural, so easy. You laid your hand across his waist, still so tiny, and played with the fabric of his shirt. “Ji? Did you mean what you said earlier? That you wanted to be with me. Like more than just best friends?” You waited silently for him to answer.

“Yeah. I always wanted to be more than just your best friend.” He said in a quiet voice.

You slowly lifted your chin up to look at him. He gazed down at you with the softest eyes. Slowly, he tilted his face down towards yours and brushed your lips with his. It was electric despite it being the briefest of contact. He pulled away just an inch, hesitating to continue. Waiting for you to give him a signal to either keep going or to stop. Your eyes flicked up from his lips to meet his eyes momentarily before wrapping his shirt in your fist and pulling him back into another kiss. An unexpected whimper got caught in your throat as Jisung’s lips moved against your own. Slow but firm. His kiss felt hopeful, like a promise.

“I should have come and found you, begged for your forgiveness.” he said breathily between kisses. “I’m sorry baby, I really am.”

“Shh. Kiss me more.. It feels so right.” you sighed and pulled him back in.

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~ Jisung ~

It did feel right. Kissing you. Jisung wanted to show you how much you meant to him. How sorry he was. How much he wanted to make it up to you. Your lips tasted like heaven, and your body so soft and warm in his arms. You were real and this was really happening.

He cupped your jaw, initiating a deeper kiss and you opened your mouth in response. The moan that slipped from you as he dipped his tongue in to find yours went straight to his cock. You pressed your body against his, panting as your tongues danced, like you were trying to crawl inside him. He could hardly control himself when he felt your hand slip under his shirt and caress his bare skin.

Jisung pulled away abruptly, eliciting a wine from you in protest. You looked drunk and delirious with flushed cheeks and soft, unfocused eyes. You looked like perfection.

“Ji, I want you to be my first.” you declared with a hopeful expression.

Jisung blinked thinking he misheard.

“W-what?” he stuttered.

“I want you to be my first.” you repeated, not breaking eye contact.

Jisung swallowed and studied your face trying to make sure you knew the weight of what you were saying. “Do you want me to be your first too?” you asked in a small voice.

“I want you to be my first and my forever.” he whispered before he could stop himself. Shit.

“There’s my songwriter.” you smiled, stroking his cheek. Then your hand went to rest on his pocket where the condom resided. 

“What? Here? Now? On the bathroom floor at a party?”

You nodded.

“Baby, this isn’t how I envisioned it. I mean, not that I have ever imagined it. Okay, I have imagined it. But…it’s not very romantic.” he looked at you desperately, hoping you’d come to your senses, because if you didn’t he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself.

“Jisung, please.” you purred. Fuck, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.

“How can you want me when I hurt you like I did?” he leaned his forehead on yours.

“Let’s forget that right now. I know you’re sorry. I really do. And I know that it wasn’t really you. Let’s focus on moving forward.”  You slid both hands up underneath his shirt making him shiver. His mind automatically imagined what it’d feel like if you wrapped a hand around his dick.

“Okay.” he said finally. “But you have to tell me to stop if you change your mind at any time.”

“Okay.” you whispered.

If this was going to happen, on the floor of a bathroom at a damn house party, then Jisung wanted to at least make it as comfortable for you as possible. He rearranged the towels to provide as much cushioning as possible, and he opened the blinds and turned off the light to allow natural moonlight to fill the room.

Then he was laying you down gently on the floor. “Are you going to undress me now?” you asked boldly.

Jisung felt so nervous as he fumbled at your clothes, peeling off your shirt and jeans, leaving you just in your underwear. In turn, you pulled his shirt off and ran your hands up his back while you pulled him down into a kiss. He let his hands explore your bare skin, his desire, his need, to be closer to you growing stronger by the moment. He was certain you could feel his erection against your leg. You pulled him further on top of you, opening your legs and inviting him to nestle his hips between them. You’d definitely be able to feel his erection now. You ground your core up against him, making him moan and grind back in response.

“Fuck, baby.” he mumbled into your neck. “Feels s’good.” he peeled himself off you to kneel between your legs, taking in the sight of you while he rubbed circles on your hips. Then bravely he brought his thumb to graze over your centre over the top of your panties. You pulled in a sharp breath and Jisung couldn’t help but smirk.

“Ji, please! Take off your pants…I want you now!” you plead. Jisung closed his eyes for a moment in an attempt to control his nerves. This was actually happening. He was about to have sex, and with the girl he’d dreamed of sharing this moment with.

“Please.” you practically begged and your hand slipped down beneath the front of your panties and rubbed at your clit.

Jisung sprung into action. He removed his jeans and boxers, and then peeled your panties off, revealing how your fingers expertly slid through your wetness. “Fuck!” he groaned, and quickly rolled the condom on. 

“Jisung!” you gasped. “You have such a pretty penis.”

“Yeah?” he teased as he positioned himself above you again. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked gently.                

“I’m sure, Jisung.” you locked eyes with his.

Jisung lined his cock up with your entrance and gently pushed inside an inch, feeling your pussy stretch around his tip. He carefully pushed in a little further, your warmth inviting him in and enveloping him. “Is this okay? Am I going too fast?” he inquired.

“Jisung. I may be a virgin but I own a dildo. Please, please I need you in me.” you whimpered.

Jisung’s cock pulsated at the image of you fucking yourself with a dildo, imagining what you’d look like showing him exactly how you did it.         

“Oh so you’ve been stretched out before huh? Well then.” he pushed himself in all the way and paused.

“Mmm hmm. But it’s not as thick as you. You…you’re making me feel so…so full…so stretched. Fuck, you feel so good. So perfect for me…please…can you move now?”

Jisung reached down and gripped onto your thigh, lifting it and pushing it a little more to the side. He rested himself on his forearm and took you in a deep kiss. At the same time he pulled his cock out halfway and sank back in. You both breathed out shakily. This felt too good. He started with a slow rhythm, gradually building up the pace, careful not to thrust too hard. You were so wet, and so fucking tight, It took all his self control not to start fucking you with abandon. But he didn’t want to hurt you. He wanted to give you whatever you needed right now and let you set the pace. It was his absolute downfall when you spoke next.

“Fuck me harder, Ji.” you whimpered.

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~ Y/N ~

Jisung felt heavenly inside you, but you needed more. You needed to really feel him, to feel how much he needed you, to make you his.

Jisung hesitated. “You sure, baby? I might hurt you?”

“Come on pleeeasse… I wanna be yours.”          

Jisung suddenly snapped his hips making you cry out in pure pleasure. “Yes, like that. Don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to last, baby. You feel too…too…fuck.” he panted. 

Jisung began to perspire, beads of sweat on his brow, his hair damp. Sound of your skin slapping together filled the room and you were grateful for the loud music downstairs.

“I’m so close.” he whispered. 

‘It’s okay, Ji. I’m close too. Rub my clit while you fuck me. I promise you’ll like what happens when you do.”

Jisung slipped his thumb in between your bodies. “Right here, baby.” you slipped your hand over his, adjusting the position of his thumb so that he could feel your clitoris. “Rub it in circles. Like this.” you guided him for a few moments before letting him take over.

It was enough to take you to the precipice. “I gonna cum, Ji, fuck me through it.” you cried as your back arched off the floor. His thrusts were deep, hard and controlled and that’s when you felt it. The coil in your abdomen snapping and you were being flung off the cliff.

“Oh god…fuuuuckk! You’re squeezing me so tight… you’re…” he grunted.

“Yes, I'm cumming. Cum with me Ji!” you cried out.

You felt Jisung’s hips falter, and an expression of pained pleasure washed over his features as he filled the condom.

He collapsed on top of you and you held him tight, while you both came down from your highs.

“Oh my god. That was incredible. I could feel you cum.” he lifted his head and looked at you in disbelief.

“It was pretty perfect.” you agreed.

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~ Jisung ~

After you had both cleaned up, which was easy considering you were in a bathroom, you found yourselves fully dressed and sitting back on the floor in front of the bath.

"You know, we could have run a bath and had sex in that.” you suggested as an afterthought.

“Baby,” Jisung said in a serious tone.  “Do you really want to put the past behind us? Start fresh? You’ll really have me after…?”

You took his hand in yours. “Yes, yes I do. But you have to promise to talk to me before ever accusing me of anything. Okay?”

He nodded. ‘Yes of course.”

He leaned in and kissed you, before a banging at the door startled you both and broke Jisung from the bubble you were in. “Ji? Ji? Are you in there, mate?” Seungmin called from the otherside of the door.

“So, should we let them save us, or stay like this just a little bit longer?” he whispered, secretly hoping you actually wanted to stay like this forever.

The end.

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[scribbledghost]

Respite

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader (no y/n)

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,010

Warnings/Tags: third person POV, Really corny jokes, possibly OOC Ghost??? idek, Ghost's love language is acts of service and telling shitty jokes. This is a hill I will die on

Notes: yeah, yeah, I hear you, I've got requests sitting in my inbox (that I promise I'll get to) and here I am writing for a completely different blorbo that also shares my own damn name. Let me have this. Depending on this fic's reception I may write another. Lemme know what y'all think.

He could tell she was angry the moment she walked through the front door. Could feel it before he even saw her face.

A barely-contained, match-lit fuse, dangerously close to an exploding payload filled with shrapnel and black powder. If he’d been anywhere except their shared home, Simon would have wondered why he wasn’t smelling smoke as she walked.

He followed her silently into the kitchen where she deposited her bag and jacket, offering only one quiet word as she mumbled something about a shower and retreated into their shared bedroom. 

“Alone?”

She paused. It was a question she had asked him on many occasions. And just like all those times for him, it wasn’t meant as an invitation for something explicit - wasn’t meant as a double entendre or flirtatious means to an end. It was a simple question: did the other party want the asker’s presence, a wall at their back as they stood beneath a rain of hot water. It was an offer of calm, silent company.

“Alone.”

Yeah, she was pissed. 

Simon busied himself making dinner while she showered. Something quick, easy, and simple for her to at least get something in her stomach after the day she’d had. If he knew her like he thought he did, he doubted she’d eaten much (if at all) that day anyway. Part of him hoped that between a meal and a shower, her fuse would extinguish at least enough to clue him in on what was going on.

She took her time. Much like him, she showered to separate herself from work. “Washing the day off”, she called it. He knew the longer she was under the water, the more she felt the need to wash away. And today, she was there for a good, long while. Long enough for her to grumble about the water getting cold when she emerged again. 

“Dinner, love.”

“Not hungry,” she said as she walked past him towards the living room.

He followed her, gently placing his hands on her arms as he brought her back to his chest.

“When’s the last time you ate?”

She sighed, and he knew he had her pinned. 

“Yesterday.”

“Gotta eat, love,” he said softly. “You’ll feel better. Already made it, all y’gotta do is eat.”

Another sigh.

“Go. Sit. I’ll bring you a plate,” he said as he released her with a light pat to her hip.

She did as he asked without complaint, and as he brought her food to her and sat next to her on the couch, he carefully logged her body language. Leg bouncing, hand pinching the bridge of her nose, head leaned back, a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth.

Dinner was a quiet affair, only the low sound of the television in the background breaking up the silence. Once they were finished, Simon took her plate and his back into the kitchen, then returned to his spot on the couch with an arm stretched across the back behind her head.

“Long day, pet?”

At first, he only received an affirmative grunt in response. He gave her time, gave her space to fill if she wanted to elaborate.

“Boss is driving me up a fucking wall,” she finally started. “Got too much on her plate and can’t keep up. I want to help, but I’m stuck doing two jobs as it is. Don’t have the time to take on any extra. So I sit and struggle to get through my own shit while she’s in her office bitching and moaning about ‘I can’t find this’ or ‘I don’t understand that’ and I have to listen to it. And all that’s on top of everything else going on that’s not work related. Feel like I’m getting pulled in a thousand different directions. Got a fucking headache, Simon.”

At some point during her rant, Simon’s hand had drifted down and he had begun to rub a thumb along the back of her neck. 

“I’m not even getting decent sleep,” she mumbled.

“I know.”

By now, the tension had left her. Seeped from her lungs and drifted down through the carpet. All that was left was exhaustion.

“I feel bad for complaining,” she finally admitted. “It’s not like I’m getting shot at on the daily like… other jobs.”

“No,” Simon agreed, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t complain.”

She didn’t believe him. He knew she didn’t. In her mind, she was whining about office politics and a busy schedule to a man who was on leave from a job where being on the business end of a pack of explosives was a near daily risk. He knew from vast experience that there was little he could do to dissuade her on that front. So trying to cheer her up by affirming her need to vent was out of the question.

Simon was a man of many means, however.

“What do you call a pile of cats?” 

She gave him a weary stare.

“...What.”

“A meowntain.”

Then, he caught it. Before she could hide it, a quirk of her lips, a grin that spread before her sour mood could dampen it.

“That was awful, Simon.”

“Another?”

She paused. Then she let a soft smile grace her features.

“...Yeah.”

“How do you count cows?”

“Uh… one, two, three, four?”

“No, with a cow-culator.”

This time, he received an approximation of a laugh from her. A puff of air through her nose, accompanied by a good-natured shake of her head.

“That one was even worse.”

“Made you smile though.”

She shifted closer to him, brought a hand up to his face, and pulled his face to her as she pressed her lips to his cheek in a gentle kiss.

“Yeah,” she murmured against his skin, “you did.”

Simon turned his head to nudge his forehead against hers as he closed his eyes. A quiet moment after a hurricane, a giving of permission to let go after holding on against the waves all day.

Tomorrow would be better. He’d make sure of it.

[ijustreallylovethem]

prompt 56 with jamie

you absentmindedly chewed on your hoodie string, looking at the tv playing a movie but completely zoned out. you had been nervous ever since jamie and trevor left the house a few hours ago and now your nerves were spiked because they should be home any minute.

today was jamie’s first full practice after his injury last season and you had no clue how it was going to go. he had been optimistic, saying that it felt like the injury had never even happened. you were a little wary. sure, he had gone through physical therapy, taken the recommended amount of time off, and been cleared to play again. but a part of you worried about all the different outcomes of him going back to practice. he wouldn’t be as good or as strong as he was before his time off and it would frustrate him, he would hurt himself again, and on and on.

the front door opened and you were shook out of your daze. the hoodie string fell from your lips and you turned to see trevor making his way through the door. he smiled when he saw you and you instantly returned it. trevor wandered further into the house as jamie made his way in and closed the door behind himself, taking his shoes off and looking up to find you. he looked exhausted but still gave a lazy grin when he saw you, making his way over to the couch. he practically threw himself down, his head landing on your thighs and his eyes instantly closing.

“how was it?” you asked softly, letting your fingers rake through his hair.

“i’m so glad i’m finally able to get back out there but i am so tired.” you laughed lightly at his words.

“how’s your shoulder feel?”

“can barely tell i ever hurt it.” you let out a small happy sigh, patting his shoulder a few times.

“what do you say we go to your room and you can take a nap?” he practically moaned at the thought, standing up and offering you a hand to pull you to your feet as well. he led you to his room, where he flopped down on the bed. you shut the door and then slipped under the covers, whining when you realized he was laying on top of them. you yanked at the blanket and he smiled, sitting up to take off his shirt and throw it across the room before moving under the blanket as well. he opened his arms to let you cuddle up to him but you shook your head.

“come here, i’ll scratch your back for you.”

“oh my god, please just marry me already,” he mumbled as he got comfortable on top of you. you giggled, slowly running your nails up and down his back.

“don’t say things you don’t mean just because you’re sleepy, jame.”

“who said i didn’t mean it?” you paused, and jamie shifted so he could easily look up at you. “you think i don’t have a ring bought and stashed somewhere?”

“are you actually proposing to me right now? because you know the answer is yes.” he smiled, getting up and walking over to the closet. he pulled a box from one of his suit jackets and turned around to see you smiling at him.

“well then, just gotta put the ring on your finger to make it official.”

[ryuttaeng]

in honor of cheshire can we get mean g!p chaeryeong?

pairing: gp!chaeryeong x female!reader

summary: ever since her trainee days, you’ve been always with her. chaeryeong had a crush on you, although you never knew it, she had no clue about your crush on her either. even though, she thought you’ve had some sort of relationship with your best friend.

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. g!p, jealous chaeryeong, friends to lovers, unprotected sex, cream pie, pet names, degrading, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

genres: smut

a/n: plus in honor of me ordering cheshire albums god bless

y/n this, y/n that… how many times your fucking annoying friend said it? you left chaeryeong with your annoying as fuck best friend, making chaeryeong listen to all your childhood stories with you and how would you have intimate moments in your friendship. “you know, i shared my first kiss with y/n… it was when she was…” your friend couldn’t finish the sentence, receiving a message from someone else. “oh, i gotta go now, it was nice to meet you, chaeryeong! please tell y/n that i will call her-“ chaeryeong tried her best to remain calm, mumbling out. “yes, of course. it was pleasure to meet you too.” she said, before almost slamming the door in front of your friend’s face.

right after your friend left, you walked out from your room. noticing chaeryeong was alone now, you thought your friend already left. “oh, so, what do you think about her?” you asked, sitting down on your bed beside chaeryeong. “she’s fucking annoying as hell.” she said, almost making your jaw drop. what did she just said? “she’s also goddamn boring. how do you even talk with her for, at least five minutes?” she narrowed her eyes, now looking at you. you gulped, not knowing to reply. “and your first kiss was with… her?” you simply nodded, making chaeryeong roll her eyes. “she’s obviously have a crush on you.” she stated, crossing her arms on her chest.

you opened your mouth, thinking what to reply. “i- no she don’t!” you denied, looking at her like she was delusional. “well, it’s obvious she have. she eyed you when you left, and when she wanted to tell me about your first kiss she blushed.” you were confused, barely able to think properly. “what? are you jealous or something?”

“what if i am jealous? so what?”

you immediately closed your mouth. blinking, you just stared at her, in obvious disbelief. you looked away, blushing and making chaeryeong smirk at your reaction. “you know you’re kind of bad at covering up your emotions.” she said, before pulling you closer, as her lips connected with yours. almost immediately she started removing your clothes off, as your hands did the same, cupping her breasts in your hands. well, what she didn’t knew about you, at least until this moment, that you had a crush on her ever since you two met. you would stare at her for five minutes straight, until someone from her members would shook your shoulder to get your attention back.

as you came down to earth from your thoughts, you were already bare, as you could hear chaeryeong’s belt buckle click, zip being pulled down and her hot, fat and leaking cockhead teased your folds. moving your hips forward, seemingly wanting her to enter you, chaeryeong could only chuckle at your actions.

chaeryeong aligns her cock with your dripping entrance and pushes in, jolting your whole body forward. it feels like you’re being filled up to the limit as her fat cock stretches you out, the veins rubbing against every ridge inside of you, it feels like there’s no room but she just keeps going, filling you to the absolute brim. “ooh my god-“ you cry out, arching your back. picking up her pace, chaeryeong starts to thrust in and out, almost fully pulling out, to enter again in a full length.

“chae-“ you moan her name, as she grabbed your hips, moving you closer. “your cunt is dripping, princess.” chaeryeong said, as you covered your face. “don’t- don’t say stuff like that.” you mumbled, as a moan followed your words after. “why? don’t like to being called a cockslut? your cunt grabbing my cock so good.“ she said, thrusting in with renewed determination. knowing your friend left her phone in your room, in which you two fucked right now, chaeryeong smirked at the thought of your friend will come in to you two to take her phone.

looking at the door knob turning, chaeryeong smiled at your friend, that was obviously embarrassed by the moment she walked in. you moaned chaeryeong’s name again, making her smirk even more, as she felt you’re clenching around her cock. your friend eyed you both for a few moments before taking her phone and immediately leaving your house.

“chae- i’m gonna-“ you warned her, but she cut you off. “i know, babe. i’m gonna cum too.” chaeryeong said, before fully pulling out and thrusting back in, as you reached your high, you came over her cock, your walls contracting and milking her. chaeryeong spilt her seed into you, hips jerking forward with each spurt that came out, letting herself empty into you and draped herself over you one last time.

huffing, she pulled out a few moments later, as she laid beside you, as you breathed heavily with your eyes closed. “i fucking hate your friend, but thanks to her for you finally revealing your feelings.”

[artemfication]

“MC goes Buzzfeed Unsolved with the demon brothers while fucking with the entire human realm internet!” Part 1

CW: swearing. Lots of swearing, mentions of death/murder, all the typical stuff related to summoning entities, haunted places, live streaming, not proof read.

MC goes ghost hunting in the human realm

“What’s up everyone, it’s…around five in the afternoon, I just arrived at this abandoned school, which is said to be haunted by the students who were murdered by the janitor if they stayed too late. I heard about it from some people who went here before and so, I decided to check for myself! I got my ghost communicator with me, my camera, extra batteries and my camping gear, so we’re going to spend the night and see what happens!” MC turns the camera to the view ahead of them as they approach the school and takes some nice shots from the building as a whole. They decided to make it a live video instead of an edited one so all the raw footage would be there for everyone to see. It’s quite misty already as it’s fall, dead leaves scattered across the ground and the enormous trees stand leafless on the side of the concrete school walls. Once MC reaches the door, they slowly push it open, triggering the creaking sound. The chat is going crazy with anticipation and are asking them to explore the school.

“You guys ready to set up camp to spend the night?”

Chat enthusiastically tells them they’re all ready, before MC starts putting all of their stuff behind the secretary desk next to the school’s entrance.

“”Why do you always go by yourself?” I don’t really have a reason for that to be honest. Perhaps it’s because I don’t get scared easily? Hmm…I’m not even so sure myself. But the thrill of doing all this alone it probably what makes it worth doing these kind of livestreams!”

“Oi MC, is there really no way ya can just spend the holidays in Devildom?”

“I would have loved to, but I got to make the content too y’know. Don’t worry I’ll be back before you know it! In the mean time, why don’t you study up on the place I’m camping at? You gotta make it all believable for the humans to get a good scare.”

“I gotta say, you’re videos are way better than the series “I died while saving a cat from an incoming train and now I’m the guardian angel of a ghost hunter, but he believes I am an actual ghost so now I have to do ghosty things”, I can’t wait to see how your next video is going to turn out.”

“MC, don’t forget the promise about the food…”

“No worries Beel, I got you! When I travel back, I’ll make sure to pick up some additional fast food on the way.”

Looking back on their time in Devildom, they smile as they remember how the seven brothers and the Purgatory crew always tried to stall them from leaving. Making many promises to ensure their return and trying to become their favorite.

“Hmm…does the building still have electricity?” They mumble in wonder and plug in the charger of one of the battery chargers. A faint buzz can be heard, but surprisingly the building does have electricity.

“Oh right, I heard that in one of the classrooms a student got killed, there was said to be a drawing of a pentagram of some sort. I’m not sure if it was done by students themselves, as this building has been visited by other people or if some mad ass cult tried to summon Caspar the friendly ghost. But hey, if we can make use of that, why not try it out?”

To the rest of the human world, MC might be the craziest person in existence. Why would you giggle and bat your lashes in front of a possible demon, while filming with some tiny 4K camera for a living?

Chat is losing it and trying to predict any possible outcomes, some saying it’s a hoax while others try not to claim any evil energy.

MC is casually looking around the empty hallways that echo their footsteps as they proceed deeper inside the enormous building which was once a boarding school.

A sudden bonk makes MC jump and they look around to find any movement or clue about the source of the sound. When there is nothing but silence, they start discussing with chat what it could’ve possibly been. Some suggest something breaking, like a part of the vent, or perhaps something that fell from the wall. Some say it could just be a window or door slamming shut.

“A-alright, how about we go back to camp, eat something and perhaps I could tell you a fun story about the underworld, hmm?” MC won’t lie and say that was an unexpectedly scary moment, even for them.

“Y’know how I filmed with this other ghostuber a while back? I recently spoke to him again and he told me he completely stopped with the ghosthunting videos. He was way too freaked out when he went with me, holding his holy watergun and saying prayers. I guess encountering an actual demon was a but too much for him…do you think it was because I challenged the demon to take my soul? Mmh…? “Didn’t you sell your soul to capitalism?” Fuck you’re right, my poor wallet and my back, why must I suffer like this while I’m still so young!? Let’s not talk about the fucking minimum wage and the damn prices of homes! I’m sorry god, I said damn, won’t happen again, oh wait fuck I just said it the second time, nevermind…” the sudden sound of a door closing makes MC jump a little and they fall silent instantly, turning off their light and looking over their shoulder as they try to catch another sound to identify the presence of another person. The bang echoes through the building.

“God if that was you, I deserved that.” MC whispers, mentally apologizing to Simeon and Luke for provoking their lord, while chat is kekeing in the comments. They absolutely love to see their favorite ghoststreamer suffer. MC once tripped over absolutely nothing and the day after, people had made memes of them falling, spreading them all over the internet. Even the demon brothers got ahold of them and frequently use them in their groupchat. Mammon tried capitalizing on the meme, but failed as they were already everywhere. Took MC a week to get him out of his sulky mood about lost Grimm. But some cuddles made it better.

“Okay so this is the point where we start whispering, y’know…because now that it’s dark, there’s a big chance entities will start becoming active through the soul of those murdered students…” MC gulps quietly as they silence themselves to catch any sound. It is deadly quiet for a few moments until MC hears the faint sound of footsteps. They continue for a while and they dare to guess it comes from the stairway.

“Fuck…I think those were actual footsteps…it might be the ghost of the janitor…looking for anyone who is still up past curfew…” quickly turning off the light, they sneak a peek around the corner of the frontdesk, but they are met by an empty hallway with lockers on the side as usual. The sound has faded and it is as quiet as it was before.

“Shit, shit, shit, okay…we need to find a way to not run into the janitor…if it is the actual ghost. I have no idea how we’re going to be able to identify him, but I do know that the janitor’s room is on the second floor….”

“Ah there you are!”

Part 2

[croissant-m]

Having a plushie of him

Characters: Scaramouche, Itto, Ayato and Thoma

pardon my writing sucks because I have no clue how to make it better help psl

Extra stuff: They're probably ooc or something

Scaramouche

I think he would get jealous of it even though the plushie is literally of him

You usually only cuddle it when you miss him, it could be because of a long mission or something else because when he's home you have him to hug instead

(stuff under the keep reading thing)

He actually didn't know you had a plushie of him until he came home from a particularly long mission and found you cuddling it while you were asleep

Seeing that did make him blush though, good thing you were asleep because he didn't want you to see that

Where did you even get that plush he wonders..

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"Y/n I'm h- oh?"

His eyes drifted to your sleeping figure, but he was most focused on something else. The plush that was in your arms.

He stared, glaring at it.

"This idiot," he mumbled, "why cuddle with that when you have the real thing right here?"

He knew that he had been gone for a bit now though, and that was something he quite disliked about his job. Sadly, he couldn't change that. Nor could he bring you on his missions. After all, he didn't want you to get hurt, or even worse, die.

He had to admit the plush wasn't bad quality though. Where did you even get that? The plushie you had with you was bigger, but the quality and stitching looked suspiciously similar to that of a ruin guard one that idiot Childe's brother had..

He disregarded it though, he was tired from his mission after all with all his incompetent subordinates.

Carefully, he pulled the plush of himself out of your arms, careful not to wake you.

He then got on the bed with you, lying down and putting himself in your arms instead.

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Itto

He gave it to you before he was going to escape to Yashiori Island

He did want to bring you.. but he didn't want you to be involved

He was planning to come back anyways, so he just gave you a plush of him incase you missed him

Wonder where he got the money for that?

If later on he couldn't go back, he'd just fetch you and escape somehow (no, he didn't have a plan on how, but he was going to if he had to) but he was pretty sure that wouldn't be the case.

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"Heyy! Y/n!" Itto called out.

You turned around to face him. You noticed he had his hands behind his back.. was he holding something?

"Soo, you know, I gotta go to Yashiori island for a bit because of that Oni-robbery thing.."

You've heard of it, and you were about to tell ask when you and him were going there but he interrupted the second you said the first word.

"So w-" you started.

"No, no nope!" Itto said, "you are not coming. You shouldn't be involved in this anyways and it might risk you y'know, going to jail? Of course, highly unlikely because you have the great Itto with you! But still."

As you were about to protest, he shoved a crudely made plush infront of you.

"Incase you miss me, you have this!" he exclaimed, "don't worry, I'll come back soon enough!"

Then he ran off.

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Ayato

He's busy as fuck. Even though that's so, he still did make an effort to have time for you

You usually try and stay out of sight during whatever meetings he had, to not disturb anything

You were just in your room one day and had to go grab a glass of water, and when you went out, you saw someone in the house

However, something on the desk they were sitting at caught your eye.

The things were a few small plushies. They looked quite cute, and truth be told, you kind of wanted one. You decided to listen into the conversation.

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You silently walked back into your room, leaving a small crack to hear what they were talking about.

Because you were quite far, you couldn't exactly hear them well. Though, it was evident they were talking about the small plushies on the table.

Soon, the person left, and Ayato immediately headed towards you.

"You know, it isn't very polite to eavesdrop dear. You did seem to have an interest in those little plush dolls Mr. Genichirou brought though. Do you want one?"

You nodded, and now since you knew who you should go to, you started heading out. Ayato insisted he buy it for you, but you wanted to buy it yourself. You ordered a custom-made one and you soon got it.

"Hey, Ayato!" you said as he was working on some paperwork.

"Hmm?" he asked.

"I got the plush," you smiled, holding it out.

The plush had light blue hair, dark blue eyes, a white and blue coat, and even a small mole underneath its mouth.

It was of him.

"Do you like it?" you asked with a grin.

"It is quite.. well made."

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Thoma

Was teaching you crocheting

This was because one day you were both bored so you decided to learn because why not?

You were actually getting pretty good, and he was teaching you have to make like a plush octopus

Once you did that, you decided to make your own thing. You wanted it to be a surprise for Thoma though, so you tried your best to make sure you weren't caught taking his yarn or anything.

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You were in your shared room, and opened the cabinet to grab the crochet hook and a few colours.

You were pretty sure Thoma was out doing something, so this was the perfect time to finish your small(ish) side project. Though it would take awhile.

You then took the almost done plush of Thoma off of the floor. It was hidden with boxes, you just had to hope Thoma wouldn't move them. You didn't think he would though. Anyways, you were now going to start finishing the plush. However, when you were almost done, someone walked in.

It was Thoma.

"Hey y/n!" he said, "what're you making?"

"Uhh, it's.."

He then walked over and looked at the plush you were making.

"Is that me?" he asked, a bit of blush showing up.

"Yeah.. I, uh, was supposed to show you when I was done," you answered.

"Hmm, wow it's actually pretty good!"

He watched you finish the last bit of stitches and it has lived on your guys' bed ever since.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Eddie’s cheerleader girlfriend gets injured during a performance, and since they pretty much live together he’s stuck with watching over her, but doesn’t know what to do. It can be any genre,and the rest is up to you

Request by @zephyrthedoll

😘💖

♡

💖

She knew she should have taken the night off from cheerleading, called in sick, or something because now she was very much regretting the decision not to.

How she had managed to get through the majority of the routine she didn't know, it was one of the big games though and she had to make sure everything was perfect.

She smiles as she hears her boyfriend in the crowd, Eddie. He had roped in Hellfire Club to create a huge banner for her in support, he may have hated sports but he would do anything for her and was very supportive of her Cheerleading.

As they finish up the routine she misjudges her movements and because the grass is wet and slippy she falls before she can stop herself.

The impact hurts her aching sore head and she hears panicked voices and wants to get up but she feels so dizzy.

"Move out of my way Carver" it's Eddie and she almost sobs in relief.

"Eddie" she mumbles and tries to get up.

"No sweetie you have to lay still we dont know your injuries yet" Chrissy soothes her but sounds anxious.

"Want Eddie" she mumbles and he is at her side instantly.

"It's okay princess. I'm here" his fingers caress her hair and she feels the dizziness clear just a tad and smiles.

"She might have a concussion" she heard the voice of the school nurse and is gently helped up by Eddie who cradles her close as the nurse checks her over.

"Her vitals are fine, that's a nasty egg on her head though so I would heavily advise limiting activities for a few days. Bed rest is essential too, ice packs in case your head hurts"

She listens to all of this in a daze but its Eddie who takes it all in, he ever so gently helps her up with the help of the nurse.

"Cold" she manages to say as she is shaking so much and Eddie immediately flies into action and gets her into his van.

"It's okay sweetheart, I'll take care of you"

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Eddie didn't have a clue how to look after someone who was sick but this was his princess and he was determined to do his best.

He had asked Wayne about possible concussions and he reiterated what the nurse said about limiting activities and bed rest.

"No bright lights either, it will hurt her vision. Make sure you're with her as much as possible"

That was easy as Eddie had no plans to leave her side.

Looking after her was relatively easy, he made sure she had food and that he cuddled up beside her when she slept (he was the big spoon and loved snuggling close to his girl and feeling her close to him)

This was his first time looking after anyone but after the initial worry began to fade he found it easier to do.

He loved helping his princess anyway and had a prescription set up for extra cuddles and kisses to ease her sore head.

With Absolute tenderness, he kisses her head right on the spot where she hit it.

"All better," he tells her, and she grins while holding his hand.

"Uncle Wayne and my mom used to do that when I was very young and bumped my knees or fell. Always made me feel better",

She melts and sits up so she can kiss him.

"You're the sweetest Eddie Munson" he shrugs.

"Gotta make sure my princess gets better quickly, Doctor Munson will make sure of it" she giggles and pulls him closer.

"Well with you looking after me babe, I'm sure that I will get better very quickly. Now... how about a nice, hot, shower together hmm?"

Yeah. Eddie doesn't need to be told twice.

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[lightdustchild]

Can you do Katsuki with a yandere male reader?

Ah yes love these requests from everyone ❤️‍🔥

I would kill for him

Katsuki x yandere male reader

Mild sexual content not really but eh

You don't know how the obsession started. It was just there, when he was walking down the halls or even training you couldn't help but let your eyes scan every inch of his body. His annoying friends were getting on your last nerves though, kirishima or izuku you couldn't decide they always seemed to cling to his side. It's in times like this that you need to remind yourself that it will be fine. Plus you'll get rid of them soon enough, sighing you picked up the chopsticks eating some of your rice which was plain and bland. Of course even if you got rid of them did you stand a chance? You are both males and you had no clue about his sexuality. You laid down the chopsticks frowning and suddenly steam was in your face and your eyes widened as you saw your favorite meal. Looking up you saw katsuki he had just sat down in front of you and eating his spicy curry. He looked up and meet your eyes as he swallowed "Well? Eat it damn it! I took god knows how long cooking that!" He said eyes narrowing. You felt like someone just hit you katsuki had cooked for you.

A smile tugged at your lips as you took a bite of it savoring the taste "This is great!" You said as you swallowed and he grinned "Of course it is I fucking made it!" He said and you chuckled catching the pink blush that appeared on katsuki face. Feeling confident you laid your chin on your hands "Thanks for making this for me katsuki I really appreciate it" you said and you could have sworn you saw him shiver at the use of use first name. Before he could respond the moment was ruined by kirishima as he popped up clinging to katsuki, "Hey bakubro!!" He yelled with his stupid grin. Bakugou grumbled 'Kirishima has got to go...' was your last thought.

"Hey y/n-" kirishima had met you where you asked him too but he could barely finish a sentence before you stabbed him in the heart you twisted the knife and blood poured out as you ripped it out of his chest. He stumbled to rhe ground lifeless it was as easy as that. "Hey what do you think your doing!!!" You turned your head to see izuku his eyes wide at the sight before he turned around "Gotta tell the pros" you heard him mumble but he was stopped by a explosion and smoke covered the scene. Once it cleared you saw katsuki holding izuku back "Well c'mon!"katsuki yelled looking at you before the knife in your hands understanding colored your feature's and you ran head on and stabbed izuku and twisted it just like you did kirishima and he too dropped dead. katsuki looked in your eyes he looked shaken up shocked by what he just did "Are you ok?" You ask hand reaching up to cup one side of his face. "Yes..." He mumbled "You did this for me you didnt tell" you said and he blushed and nodded quickly which was so out of place for him. "Seems like you deserve something" you said your voice low as you leaned in and kissed him scooping him up katsuki moaned into the kiss and you carried him to your dorm.

Note: There will be a mature scene but not HERE I have another acc which has the second part which is the sexual scene.

Second acc: Lightdusty

[blissfullyapillow]

hi its me, that aromantic anon back at it again 👋

id like to politely request for yet another platonic x gn!reader, but this time with rise kujikawa. both her and reader jokingly flirt with each other a lot, but its all 100% platonic, no matter what anyone else thinks. (also if you want you can have the reader try to be her wingman, she gotta get that seta/narukami ass somehow /j)

please and thank you

┃Platonic! Rise Kujikawa x gn reader

₊˚⊹♡ wc: 720~

₊˚⊹♡ warnings: not proofread, fluff, silliness

₊˚⊹♡ Pillow Talks: I love your asks aromantic anon! Also the wingman part is so funny to me and simultaneously so real

₊˚⊹♡ Masterlist

“Looking like a snack as usual, Rise!” You wink in her direction, and she jokingly gasps, covering her cheeks in faux embarrassment.

“Y/n, stop iittt! You’re making me all hot and bothered!” Rise returns your wink with a charismatic one of her own, and soon you’re both giggling at the ridiculousness of said interaction.

The others look unamused, quite used to your antics. You and Rise are like two peas in a pod, often flirting with one another, albeit in a joking manner. You both know you’re just joking so it’s all in good fun.

“Geesh Rise, if you really feel that way about Y/N why don’t you make a move already? We all know you have the charm for it.” Yosuke mumbles. Chie voices her agreement beside him. Rise’s eyes light up in what you suspect to be a similar manner to your own.

She moves closer to you, batting her eyelashes playfully as you mockingly swoon over her. You chuckle when she wraps her arms around you in a hug, squealing when you return it. Yukiko starts laughing uncontrollably as Kanji makes a remark that leaves Rise fuming.

You spot Yu up ahead, finally making his way over to the rest of you. You lightly elbow Rise, drawing her attention. You nod your head in Yu’s direction, and her entire demeanor changes. “Senpai! I missed you!” She practically skips over to Yu as she throws her arms around him, burying her face into his shoulder as she squeezes him in her notorious tight hugs.

You wiggle your eyebrows when Yu catches your eye, and his cheeks redden.

Oh?

Yu joins the rest of you with Rise clinging to his arm, and you all engage in amicable chatter before you disperse to look for clues on the latest potential Inaba murder victim.

“Oh, Rise, Yu, you two should investigate together.” You mention. “Huh?” Rise perks up at the suggestion, yet her cheeks warm in surprise. Ah, you’ve caught her off guard with your suggestion, but Yu is a desirable man. You gotta help your girl out as best you can, before someone else gets with him.

“Oh? Why is that?” Yu looks genuinely confused, and one of the girls voices their protest.

“Because Rise has something important to discuss with you regarding her career. She doesn’t feel comfortable telling everyone yet, so she wants to do it one on one until she feels more comfortable voicing her concerns with the group. She’s still an idol you know.” You come up with that on the spot, praying the investigation team buys your bullshit reasoning.

Rise’s eyes alight with delight when no one has a retort, leading to Yu’s easy agreement. The two of them walk off, and Rise glances behind her to meet your gaze. You wink, giving her a subtle thumbs up. She mouths an enthusiastic ‘Thank you!’ in your direction, leading to an amused smirk presenting itself on your face.

“I know what you’re up to Y/N.” Kanji announces. You glance at him in surprise, only for him to say “Rise’s just too shy to be open and honest with the rest of us without putting on that idol persona of hers, right? That’s why she’s gotta discuss it with senpai alone first huh?” You nod in agreement at Kanji’s off base understanding, but it helps your case significantly.

The rest of the investigation team ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ as if that totally makes sense. Naoto shakes her head in dismay as she pinches the bridge of her nose. Yosuke emits a sigh akin to disappointment as the rest of the group actually buys that reasoning.

“Anyway-! Let’s investigate guys. We can’t call ourselves the investigation team if we don’t play the part!” You successfully divert their attention as the rest of you set off in a group before you split up, asking around as you search for clues.

You receive a text later that evening with Rise’s heartfelt gratitude for the opportunity you provided her.

You send a silly winky face with a kiss in reply, smiling when she sends you a rose and a ring in turn.

You cherish your friendship with Rise, and you hope she can find the happiness she deserves.

Hopefully with the man of her dreams, aka Yu Narukami.

[menacingdino]

Weirdest greatest phone call

Inspired by this post !

chap one — [ao3]

Steve living with El was.. Weird.

He’d assimilated some but her moving things around in her sleep with her mind was still a fresh feeling. And the three AM Eggo trips. He heard the toaster and knew it was his moment to be a big brother and give her emotional support.

Oh yeah, they’re kind of siblings. Steve got kicked out for his “sinful acts” (being gay). Then Hopper found him on his doorstop one day.

“Hey, um, I’m sorry but.. Can I stay for the night? I got no where to go.” He mumbled and stuttered in the rainy night. And soon that night became seven nights. To three weeks. To many months. To a fucking year with the sheriff and his quiet daughter. Which ended with Hopper going to court to legally adopt Steve. And fuck, his parents agreeing did hurt. But now he has a real dad. And a real sibling.

So a lot changed. The only consistency being his best friend Robin and his family video job.

Which was now being interrupted by a call.

“Hello, family video.”

“Hey, Steve.” His dads voice surprises him.

“Hopper? Are you okay? Aren’t you working?”

“Yeah, yeah all is good but listen,” Steve sighs, “I’ve got a 17 year old in the back of my car right now and he’s your type.” Absolute silence.

“What?”

“Yeah I showed him your picture and he thinks you’re cute, I also gave him your number.” All of Steve’s blood rushes to his face. Good God why is his dad like this.

“Dad!! Stop giving my number to random guys!”

“This is the weirdest greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.” The kid said loud enough for Hopper to hear but not Steve.

“C’mon he’s nice; for a criminal.” He mumbles that last part. “I’ll pay for you guys to go get McDonald’s or something.” Steve can see Hoppers face right now, brows furrowed with that ‘I’m your dad I know best’ look.

“McDonalds is.. A horrible date idea.” Steve chuckles. “But— Whatever I’m working and so are you. Bye.”

“Alright alright. Bye, love ya.” Steve says it back still having to get used to the affection. He hangs up before pinching his nose. At least he’s accepting?

“What?” Robin peered over Steve’s shoulder.

“My dad set me up with another criminal in his car.” He shakes his head as Robin cackles.

“Dude, you are lucky!” She pushes his shoulder, “accepting dad reeling in the bad boys.” She wags her eyebrows.

——

So it seems like Steve has a date. He tells himself he doesn’t care, he’s not going; but he’s still fixing his hair and wondering about wether or not his outfit is good enough.

“I’m home!” Hopper yells and Steve can hear El run over. But Steve’s still too busy frowning at himself in the mirror.

“C’mon, kid, you gotta get goin I told him you’d be there at 6.” Hopper reminds him leaning on the doorframe. Steve just groans and drags himself to the car.

“You have fun now! Be safe! Wrap it up!” Hopper yells out the door making Steve hit his head so hard against the steering wheel in embarrassment it honks.

——

Steve fidgets with his jacket at the Olive Garden table waiting for this mystery boy to show up. And then he shows up and God, his dad was right. This boy is his type.

He can’t even get himself to say hi back because he’s too busy staring.

“Um.. Hello?” The guy waves his hand in front of Steve’s face.

“Oh! Hi.” Steve finally snaps back to reality. “Um, I’m Steve.”

“Hey, I’m Eddie.” The guy— Eddie, gives Steve this kinda dorky grin. Steve’s gonna have a heart attack in the middle of this Olive Garden.

And fuck he has no clue what to say. But Eddie beats him to it.

“You’re probably wondering what I did.” Eddie says what Steve wasn’t gonna dare to. He shrugs. “I was just selling some weed.” He half way whispers. “Promise I’m not dangerous or anything.” Steve giggles a little.

“Well that’s good. I mean I didn’t think my dad would do all.. That if you were like charged with assault or something.” Oh my god Steve why would you bring up your dad.

“No, yeah, he seems cool by the way— For a cop.” Politics on the first date, very cool Ed. “Never had a cop set me up on a date with their handsome son.” He leans forward a little. And Steve is blushing, he’s never felt so easily flustered with anyone else.

“Well this may be his best pick so far.” Steve says.

“Oh so I’ve got competition?” Eddie tilts his head.

“Barely.” They are far too close now in public; but all Steve can think about is the big brown eyes that are in front of him. Eddie just hums and Steve can swear he sees his eyes drops to Steve’s lips.

The waiter comes with water and the two practically jump back getting a very suspicious look from her.

“…. Water?”

“Yes please.” Eddie says looking everywhere but the people near him. “I’m fucking parched.” He says the last part under his breath.

——

“Thanks for the dinner, Steve.” He hadn’t noticed until now that they were standing outside the restaurant Eddie was quite shorter. Looking up at Steve through dark curly eyelashes; he’s pretty like a girl.

“Yeah I enjoyed it.” Steve’s grin is giddy and almost innocent. They share kind looks in comfortable silence before moving to their respective cars.

——

“So?” Hopper grins into his coffee cup; much too late for coffee.

“It was good..” Steve can feel the blush on his face and he just sneaks into his room before he can endure further questioning. Screaming into his pillow and kicking legs.

“It was good..” Steve can feel the blush on his face and he just sneaks into his room before he can endure further questioning. Screaming into his pillow and kicking legs.

“It was good..” Steve can feel the blush on his face and he just sneaks into his room before he can endure further questioning. Screaming into his pillow and kicking legs.

“It was good..” Steve can feel the blush on his face and he just sneaks into his room before he can endure further questioning. Screaming into his pillow and kicking legs.

——

“So?” Hopper grins into his coffee cup; much too late for coffee.

“It was good..” Steve can feel the blush on his face and he just sneaks into his room before he can endure further questioning. Screaming into his pillow and kicking legs.

[apple-stims80]

So this is Love? (2/?)

Julie smiled ear to ear "we gotta find out who wrote this" she said flapping her hands up and down at this point light was basically coming off of her. "How? There's nothing, I can't recognize the handwriting nor the wording" Frank said looking closer at the letter trying to see if there was a small clue he hadn't found "if it was meant to be you could feel who it was" Julie said jumping from her seat and grabbing her shoes. "What are you-" "finding your admirer" she said cutting him off "now come on" she said tossing Frank's shoes at him making him groan "do you have any manners? " "what's a manner? "

Julie and Frank has spent the rest of their day trying to find if someone could recognize the letter or knew who it was but they came up empty every time "what time is it? " Julie asked a little down as they sat outside of Howdy's on the edge of the sidewalk "I'd say around 3ish? " Frank said looking up at the sky seeing where the sun was. Julie let out a loud exaggerated gasp "I was supposed to be at Sally's an hour ago" she whined sitting up way too quick for her liking "have fun and tell me who it was" she said running away waving bye at Frank leaving him to himself. He sighed looking at the letter feeling tears start to form "this is a prank isn't it" he whispered shaking feeling his fingers side across the edges tearing a small bit if it before "you okay there? " snapping him from his thoughts Frank shot his head up looking once again at Eddie. "Rough day huh" he said sitting next to Frank "indeed" he said with a sigh "can I see? " Eddie asked pointing to the letter "if you want, I don't care for it at the moment" once Frank had said that he could've sworn he saw a little bit of light drain from Eddie's eyes as if his heart was broken "hmm, lucky you~" Eddie said giving the letter back smiling. Frank touched Eddie's cheek letting his fingers gently move along the bags under his eyes "you haven't been sleeping, why?" "Oh" he seemed caught off guard by that "well there isn't really a bedroom at the post office nor a bed so I have to makeshift one out of old packages and letters" he said scratching the back of his neck "what! " Frank practically yelled "oh no they're old mail ones people have forgotten about or didn't have an address on, I do feel guilty about that though" "Eddie I'm not worried about the mail, I'm worried about you, how could you ever be able to sleep on that in the first place" Frank looking at his friend with worry "oh at first it wasn't that bad, the mail was fluffy and comfortable but then after some wear and tear it stopped being comfortable so" he said looking away from Frank "that's it I've heard enough" Frank said getting up. "You're staying st my house tonight" those words rang through Eddie's head as he felt his face flush "wha-what" "oh I'm sorry did that sounds demanding, I meant to say is would you like to stay at my place tonight?" Frank said calmly "yes" Eddie whispered out like he'd been awaiting this question. Frank looked at him puzzled "pardon? What'd you say? " "oh I said yes, sorry" "nothing to be sorry about" Frank said placing a hand on Eddie's "I might go get cleaning, can't be a good host with a dirty home" he said before waving bye "bye" Eddie mumbled touching his hand, smiling as he blushed.

Frank had spent the past three hours making sure everything was perfect for Eddie, he didn't know why he cared so much but he did. He beamed once he heard knocks on his door, he quickly walked to the door almost tripping in the process "good evening" he said welcoming Eddie into his house. He noticed Eddie was wearing a plain white shirt that was tight enough to show off his muscles but loose enough to not let the imagination not run wild "uh Frank? " Eddie questioned waving a hand in front of Frank's face "oh uh pardon what were you saying? " "where can I put my stuff, it's not a whole l-" "in my room" Frank blurted out blushing once he heard what he said "I mean, what kind of host would I be if I didn't have the guest sleep in a bed" he said grabbing Eddie's hand dragging him to his room "are you going to stay with me? " Eddie asked once they got to the door "what? " "I wouldn't want to kick you out your own room, what kind of guest would I be if I did that" Eddie said giggling showing that he found Frank's reasonings funny "oh I guess you're right" Frank said placing hand to his chin before snapping "I'll make a floor bed for me" he said grabbing extra blankets and pillows from a nearby closet "you can go in you know" he said noticing Eddie had yet to place his hand on the doorknob "oh" he mumbled meeting the doorknob with his hand twisting it.

The two men had spent their night talking, making jokes, laughing, and enjoying each other. "You sure you don't want to sleep in the bed" Eddie said looking down at his friend "do you want me too?" Frank asked meeting the taller man's eyes making him bite his lip 'Should he? Would it give him away as the admirer?' "It's fine I promise after all what kind of host and friend would I be if I didn't let you have the bed to yourself" Frank said smiling before getting under his blankets "sweet dreams". Eddie smiled at him before turning away 'friend, that's all they were going to be just friends forever' Eddie soon was consumed by the comfort by Frank's smell he smiled, if they were just going to stay friends he couldn't be happier at least he gets to keep him in his life. "Sweet dreams, my dearest"

[eternal-armin]

don't fear the reaper.

just like alcohol, weed made you pretty honest. that included the thing that terrified you the most; death. reader: neutral. cw: discussions about death, thanatophobia (fear of death), anxiety. it's a bit shorter than usual. i didn't want to risk digging for an unsatisfying conclusion.

while smoking weed with eddie, you, expectedly, had no filter. not for the good things, not for the bad things, not for the dirty things. a lot of funny moments had come from that fact.

(don't fear) the reaper was playing over the speakers at a volume that normally would've given you a headache. right now, though, it was just nice for all your thoughts to be swished away by the soft rock. eddie was sitting back against the foot of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, legs crossed. you were laying on your back on the ground, unafraid to put the joint to your lips without turning or raising your head. and somehow, through your perfectly hazy mind, thoughts were forming.

"you ever wonder who was right?" you ask, finding an equilibrium for your arm to rest at, elbow on the ground.

eddie had no clue what you said, promptly turning down the music. just a bit. "what?"

"y'know. who was right. about, like—like the, the... afterlife. thing." as gently sluggish as your words were, they had a certain speed to them. your eyes, already both reddened and glazed over, held a certain hollow ponderance to them. thinking about death was sobering even when you were high as a kite.

"what kind of afterlives are there?" eddie asked, taking the joint from your hand for a hit of his own.

"well... heaven and hell and purgatory, that's one of 'em. reincarnation too. resurrection., you counted off on your fingers. "there—there's some, some branches of all of those." you rubbed your eyes rather lazily. "the most compelling is that, like, y'know, there's nothing."

eddie peered at you for a second. "nothing?"

"yeah, man." finally you rose to sit up, slumping forward, far too deep in this wormhole of thought to care about your pawn posture. "'cause on, fuckin'—on one hand, the universe is wayyy too big and complicated for there to not be an afterlife, right? but on the other hand, it's a universe that can be, like, like—me- measured and understood and shit. we know so much about it but right now there are no guarantees about the afterlife." the way you spoke, eddie could tell—even in his own very high state—that you had been thinking about this a lot. you talked about it like a fan talking about their hyperfixation. "and we—we can't even comprehend 'nothing'! that's—th-that's weird. we always picture a black void but that's... that's still something. still something.

"i gotta be honest, for the past, uhm, few months, my nightly... ni—nightly routine has been, uh, to lay awake scared to die. for at least, like, three hours. and then go to sleep and have these weird-ass fuckin' dreams." you broke into a smile, and then a laugh. "i'm terrified of it, man! i thought i was over my fear of death, y'know, because... i've faced it more than once, oooh, right? yeah. but i'm not over it apparently. maybe it's 'cause my friends are dying."

you maintained your smile and nearly laughed through your words. but your eyes retained their fear. really, fear was an understatement.

so that's why you had seemed so preoccupied over the past few months.

"the only thing that's, like, ever calmed me down was this... article, i saw, a few days ago. it—i-it said, uhm, something along the lines of, uh, 'quantum... something proves consciousness moves to another universe after death.'" you began wringing your hands, jumping when you accidentally cracked your knuckles. you mumbled a 'jesus christ, i can't believe i did that again.' "i don't even know if it's real. i'm too scared to look into it. but that's the only thing that's gotten me able to sleep. so—so, so..." you trailed off, your voice trembling with the beginnings of sobs. "i'm scared. i-i know, i'm still young, so obviously i don't feel like i'm... ready to be d—to be dead n' with the world. but i could always die right now. there is nothing stopping me from dying young."

eddie watched you delicately rub away the tears tracing lines down your cheeks before laying back down, thumping against the floor like a puppet without its puppeteer. sure, you hadn't always been 100% happy, but neither had you ever been so open about being this deeply shaken. you spoke like the topic matter was light, nothing to be concerned about, when it was quite the opposite.

"[y/n], i... i have no clue who's, uh, 'right.' all i know is that this is the life i'm living right now. so i better live it like i want to. y'know?" he reached out and grabbed your hand. you intertwined your fingers with his, and perhaps your grip was a little bit tighter than you thought it was, but eddie didn't really mind. he gently ran his thumb over your fingers, a gesture that always calmed you down. "i totally get being scared to die. and scared to die young, especially considering everything that's going on in this fucked-up world right now. shit is bad. i am not sugarcoating things, i know you're strong. which brings me to my second point;" he paused, seeing your eyes flick to meet his.

"you are a fucking beast, dude!" both of you cracked up. it was a pleasant harmony. "at least take comfort in the fact that you've saved the world. multiple times, multiple times! you are the most metal person i've ever met, and, like, i'm me. that is high praise, dude!" your laugh was so lighthearted and honey-sweet. your eyes had smile lines, your cheeks had dimples, from smiling so brightly. it seemed impossible that someone as sweet and happy as you was so scared deep down, and so hesitant to talk about it.

if you weren't happy, the group would fracture. if the optimist suddenly couldn't see the glass as half full, the world would seem a lot more scary. but, at the very least, not all of your joy was falsified.

"you'll be remembered, rockstar. you'll always be remembered." and then, he broke out the dungeon master voice. "though your body may leave this cursed mortal coil, forever will your soul rest in the hearts of those you saved, and those with whom you fought." that voice always kept you giggling. and that was just amplified by the mary jane. "whatever happens after we die is irrelevant, we all face it at some point. so just live your life in a way that you won't regret it! whether i'm your soulmate in the next life or we see the nothing-void for all eternity, it doesn't matter, bro. do you like your life?"

"aside from, uhm, the realization of hell?"

"aside from the realization of hell, do you like your life."

"hell yeah, dude. i mean, like, i have you, number one. number two, hellfire. number three... food." you broke out in laughter again. "and, like, you're tied for the rest."

"aww, you're so sweet, i could just eat you up." eddie leaned down above you, dotting kisses across your face. your laughter was absolutely adorable, and he just refused to let you kiss him back. "don't even think about it, cutie, i'm not lettin' you do that. you can kiss me all you want later but right now i'm gonna kiss you until your lips are red. just to remind you why i'm 1-10 on your leaderboard." all your hazy mind could think of were the fun times you'd shared while high. how they all started out like this, and how you enjoyed every single one. but this was much more affectionate and wholesome, not hard and needy. you weren't official and may never be, but it made you feel like pure light to know that he just wanted to make you feel better.

[elidoesntbreathwee]

Steve and Eddie die, Eddie first then a month later, Steve does too. Theyre reborn in Indianapolis, Indiana, and for 17 years they have no clue who they were in their past life or that they new each other. They have new names, of course, Everett and Scott. They live their lives like normal people, something they rarely got in their previous life. Normal parents, normal school, normal life. No alternant dimensions or near death experiences. (they go to the same school but its a REALLY big school) the first time they talk is when they were assigned seats next to each other at graduation and they become friends. They go on a graduation road trip and travel to small town Hawkins, Indiana.

They mess around for the first few days and do random shit, like normal people their age would. Then, one day, one of their last days there, they stop by an abandoned school called "Hawkins High School". They walk in the doors and explore some. They look through the abandoned classrooms, and empty janitorial closets. All they really see is broken desks and chairs and a lot of cobwebs. When they walk into the gym, though, they both stand in shock for a moment.

"Hawkins High? How? I- I'm dead though."

"Eddie?"

"Steve?"

"Wow! You sure look different" Steve, who looks nothing like himself, smiled

"I missed you so fucking much, Steve, like, holy shit!"

"Me too, man, me too"

"Steve, i don't know how long whatever this is is gonna last, so before we go back to normal, I gotta tell you something" Eddie takes a deep breath, and Steve walks closer to him, faces almost touching.

"Yeah?"

"Steve, I love you." Steve smiled and then kissed him.

When they pulled away, they went back to their own minds. They weren't Eddie and Steve anymore, they were once again Everett and Scott. Why wouldn't they be? But they had a feeling that something happened while they were spaced out. How else could they have moved if something hadn't happened?

"Scott."

"Hm?"

"You feel it too right?"

"Yeah, I do." Scott looked around "What do you think happened? Possessed or...?"

"Nah, I feel like i was something else." Everett and Scott went to sit in the middle of the gym. Sitting next to each other, trying to think of what could've happened.

"Do you believe in reincarnation, Everett?" Scott broke the silent thinking with his question.

"I mean, ya can't rule it out, right?"

"What if- No, never mind. It's dumb"

"No, no, tell me, man. I won't judge." Everett got up all in Scott's face, trying to convince him to tell him what his idea was.

"Fine." Scott took a deep breath. "What if our past selves knew each other, and they went to this school or something, and when we came in here we briefly got our memories from then back for a little bit and... oh god, im rambling, sorry"

"No, it's ok, Scott. To be fair, your prolly onto something with that."

"Maybe..."

"What do you think we did? Like, when we got our memories back."

They thought about it for a few minuets. Scott had a tense face, very obviously deep in thought.

"Heh, what if we kissed or something." Everett laughed quietly.

"DUDE! I- I-" Scott blushed and bit his lip too keep form saying something embarrassing.

Everett chuckled at Scott. "Even if it happened, Scott, it wouldn't have technically been us. It would've been past us, y'know?"

"Yeah, but still. I- I just... I dont know...I- I kinda wish it..." He mumbled the last part of his sentence quietly.

"What?" Everett's hearing wasn't the best, so there was no way in hell he could here what Scott had said.

"Listen. Just- promise you won't get mad or something, ok?"

"Yeah, of course I won't get mad. Promise."

"I- I kinda wish... that it was really us who, y'know, if it happened at all." Scott was really nervous, messing with his hands, and biting his lip.

"Oh." Everett was wide-eyed and a faint blush was brushed over his cheeks.

"Y-yeah..."

"I- I wouldn't be... like, against it"

"Can I-" Scott leaned closer to Everett

"Yeah. Yeah, you can." Scott kissed him, and Everett leaned in to kiss him back.

Steve and Eddie may have died, but whether they're in heaven, or hell, an everlasting emptiness, or if they're completely new people, they'll always be together.

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HELLO!! I hope you like this! im tryna make up for being MIA so long lol. A like would be super awesome, and a reblog would be SOOO appreciated :)

Hope u have an awesome day/night :D

ALSO sorry that most of the story is dialog, i hope u could pick up what i was putting down regardless :)