#that other people think I’m stupid for crying over a tree

[artificial-condition]

Honestly thank god for my job because I was driving in hating everyone and everything and desiring to become a hermit and now that I’m at work I’m vibing and don’t have near as much malice in my heart

[writing-wh0re]

“You fucked up and I’m glad you did.”

♥ pairing: Eddie Munson x reader (platonic), Steve Harrington x reader (friends to lovers)

♥ summary: “Based on this ask - Reader likes Eddie Munson on the low but then he starts dating Chrissy. So the reader starts dating Steve because he comforts her after the heartbreak. Eddie realizes how stupid he was to not see the reader as their lover”

♥ warnings: smoking, slight angst, fluff ending, crying, pet name: sweet girl, language. A/N: I don't typically write for steve or angst so I hope you like it @b00kw0rmsworld xx

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You watched Eddie enter the party, something that was a rare sight but since you had made the cheer squad, it was a sight you enjoyed. Butterflies filled your stomach, ignoring the girl in front of you and slipping away from the conversation to greet him.

You hadn’t seen Eddie for a few weeks, both of you having scheduling issues now that you’re on the team and he’s completing more regular D&D nights with the others.

“Y/n.” His face lights up as he embraces you, the smell of his collagen and the smoothness of the leather jacket envelopes you. You hold him tight against you, probably for longer than normal but you’ve missed him, missed his embrace.

“I’m surprised to see you here, I didn’t think you would show.”

Eddie smiles at you, quickly looking behind him as a few hoops and hollers fill the air as Chrissy slips into the home.

Chrissy. She was everything, gorgeous, smart, kind and why the fuck is she holding Eddies hand.

Your eyes flick from their fingers laced together, watching as Chrissy wraps herself around Eddie's arm, smiling at the people around you.

“Oh.” The sound slips past your lips before you can catch it. You heartbeat picks up and you swallow the lump in your throat.

Chrissy’s eyes light up at your presence, quickly wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you into an embrace.

She smells like him.

“It’s so good to see you.”

You clear your throat, pulling away from Chrissy and faking a smile.

“Likewise.”

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you.” Steve places his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into the side of him, relief washes over you in the presence of your neighbour and friend.

Eddie looks over your embrace with Steve, you could have sworn his jaw clenched.

“Eddie was telling me that you and him play that D&D game, maybe the three of us could play sometime?” You smile at Chrissy, her effort at trying to mingle with you while you process what is occurring in front of you.

“Woah Munson, I didn’t know you and Chrissy were an item?”

Thank god for Steve.

“Um yeah, we’ve kept it on the down low for a few weeks.”

“Uh, weeks, more like two months.” Chrissy states placing her hand over his hellfire t-shirt.

“Two months, that’s pretty solid.” Steve speaks for you, his hand rubbing the top of your shoulder.

“If you both wouldn’t mind, I owe y/n a game of beer pong.” Steve nods his head at the pair, slipping his arm from around your shoulders and lacing your fingers together. You smile at Eddie and Chrissy, following behind Steve as he guides you outside of the house. He walks past the beer pong table and towards the tall tree out the back, a blanket of darkness falling over the two of you.

“C’mere.” Steve whispers, pulling you to his chest as you sob, tears falling from your eyes, water staining his shirt. Steve rests his head on the top of yours, flicking his eyes to the house as the music thumps through the air. He gently sways you to the music soothing you.

“Ho-how did you know?” Your sobs break up your sentence, your eyes looking up into Steves. He smiles weakly, using his thumb to brush a tear away from your cheek.

“I could tell that look from anywhere, I had the same one with Nancy and Jonathan.”

You giggle, tilting your head back to attempt to keep the tears at bay, “I rescued you during that one.”

“That you did.” Steve smiles, pulling you back into his chest, “Thought it was time to return the favour.”

“Thank you.” You whisper against his shirt, you pull away, your eyes scanning his outfit as you start fanning his chest, attempting to dry your tears. Steve chuckles, patting his denim jacket, pulling out a cigarette before tilting the packet towards you. You simply nod, taking a stick and leaning towards his lighter, you take a slow deep drag, holding the smoke before letting it slip past your lips, the small cloud dispersing into the night sky.

Steve keeps his eyes on you, he’d be lying if he said you didn’t look gorgeous right now. Your red lipstick staining the cigarette, the way your lips parted to release the smoke, your perfectly manicured fingers softly rolling the stick between them.

“How long have you liked Eddie?”

The butterflies flutter around inside of you, the same lump appearing in your throat at the thought of him with Chrissy.

“A while, a little over a year.”

“And you didn’t make a move?”

You sigh, watching as Steve panics, coughing on the smoke slightly.

“You don’t have to answer that.”

“I honestly don’t know, the timing never felt right.” You take another drag, your head becoming floaty as you drop the cigarette to the grass, stepping on it and placing it in the empty solo cup.

Steve simply nods, noticing the tears reappearing in your eyes.

“Want me to drive you home?”

“Haven’t you been drinking?”

“I haven’t even had one.”

“Well, aren't you boring.” You smirk, causing Steve to roll his eyes, tongue in cheek. He takes one last drag before following you lead and discarding the bud.

“I’d appreciate that Steve.”

Steve smiles, holding his hand out to you which you gladly accept. A warmth fills your body at his touch, feeling secure beside him. Steve leads you out of the party, your eyes searching the numerous bodies before the land on Eddie, his arm around Chrissy’s waist as she talks to her friends. His eyes meet yours briefly, a flicker of hurt at your tear stained cheeks. You squeeze Steve’s hand unknowingly causing him to pull you closer to him before walking out of the door.

You slide into the passenger seat, resting your head against the window, sniffling as Steve grabs your hands. A small knowing smile is shared between you both before he starts the drive to your house.

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It had been six months since the house party. Your relationship with Eddie unfortunately became non-existent, other than small conversations at school about school work. However your relationship with Steve had blossomed into something so incredible, you had felt like an idiot for never considering him to be more than a friend but after both hanging out more, your feelings grew.

You were lounging on the couch with Steve, flicking through the channels, trying to find something to enjoy when there’s a knock on your front door. You look at him quizzingly, a pang of anxiety hits you, worrying something has happened to your parents who are out of town.

“Relax sweet girl, I’ll get it.”

You smile at Steve, loving that he can read you like a book.

Muffled voices fill the air, your curiosity grows as you slip off the couch, tiptoeing towards the front door before stopping in your tracks.

Eddie.

“Man, just let me see her.”

“Do you not realise how much of an idiot you are for letting her slip through your fingers?”

You hear Eddie sigh, you heartbeat picking up at Steve’s words.

“I know, I saw it on her face that night.”

Steve sighs, you lean against the wall keeping yourself hidden as you eavesdrop.

“You fucked up and I’m glad you did.” Steve whispers, “Because if you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have realised how amazing y/n truly is and I wouldn’t have been able to experience a love like this.”

Blush fills your cheeks, a smile dancing across your lips at his words.

“Steve, who is it?” You call before rounding the corner.

Steve leans on the door, opening it more to show Eddie, his face flushed and eyes glassy.

“Hey.” He whispers weakly.

“You okay?” You want to reach out to him and hold him close but you refrain.

“Uh yeah, no I will be, I uh.” Eddie takes a deep breath, looking over you. You hair is thrown up into a bun, Steve's shirt baggy on your figure and your small running shorts hugging your thighs. “I was just coming by to say hi, we, um haven’t spoken in a while.”

You smile weakly at the boy in front of you, his nerves consuming him as he fidgets with his rings.

“It has been a few weeks, it’s a little late, we were actually heading to bed shortly.” You gesture to Steve who smiles at you, his hand resting on your waist.

“Oh, shit, sorry for interrupting.”

“No, uh, dont be.” You smile, “Why don’t Steve and I join you for a game? Still hosting on Thursdays?”

Eddie chuckles, wiping his nose as he sniffles, his eyes glossy. “Yeah, still on Thursday’s, still the same campaign.”

“Well surely my character can be reintroduced, maybe I went on a side quest and found Steve’s character?” You suggest, feeling excited at being able to explore the D&D world again. Both with Steve and Eddie, although your feelings for him have fizzled down to platonic love, you still want to be friends.

“That sounds like something I can work on.”

“Awesome.” Steve smiles, causing Eddie to nod slowly, his hand playing with a lock of hair.

“We will see you on Thursday.”

“Yeah, sweet.” Eddie smiles, turning away from the door as Steve closes it.

Steve releases a deep breath, leaning his back against the closed door. His eyes search yours as a smile creeps across your face.

“A love like this?” You gesture between the two of you, watching Steve’s face fill with blush, his eyes squeezing shut, a huge smile on his face.

“Shit, you heard that?”

“Mmhm” You hum, placing your hands on his face and pulling him down to you. Your eyes lock together, noses tracing against each other.

“Did you mean it or was it to rile him up?”

“I meant it, god, I meant it.”

You smile, your lips ghosting his.

“Good because I love you.”

Steve closes the gap between the two of you, his hands on your hips. Your lips move in sync, fitting together like the perfect puzzle. He pulls away from your mouth, placing kisses all over your face, mumbling ‘love you’ against your skin.

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[its-time-to-write]

i hold it like a grudge - ch. 5

I don’t know why this fic wrecked me so much. I’m literally the author. I know what’s gonna happen. I decided what’s gonna happen. Maybe I’m just tired. also does anyone remember that time I said I hated writing chaptered fics and swearing that each one was an anomaly/the last time I’d ever do it?

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Jamie Tartt is in your kitchen, puttering around so he can make a pot of tea and with an eyebrow slit like it’s 2013 again.

He sent you to go change so you slip on sweatpants and curl up on the sofa.

“Here you are, love,” he says, setting the tea down on the coffee table. He sits on the opposite end of the sofa, a respectable distance away.

“Why didn’t I see you?” you ask, staring out the window. The room is illuminated by the streetlight glow from the kitchen.

“How d’you mean?” responds.

“I visited mum last year. I was there all day. Why didn’t I see you?”

Jamie pauses. “I went early.”

“No, no you didn’t. There weren’t any flowers when I got there, and you said you brought her flowers.”

He’s quiet long enough for you to turn and check if he’s even still in the room.

He is.

“I… saw you,” he says eventually. “Didn’t think we’d be there at the same time, but-” he raises an eyebrow as punctuation. “Anyway, I was behind a tree. Saw you sit down and at first I thought I’d just wait in the car, but you started crying and- and I didn’t know if I should say somethin’ or leave. Did neither, so I just stayed. Placed the flowers and paid my respects once you left.”

You sip your tea in silence.

After a long time you say, “I’m glad you didn’t say anything.”

“She always believed in me,” he says by way of reply. “Even when I was being a little shit, she still made me feel like she wanted me around. Three people I want to make proud the most were her, mummy, and you.”

“Wanted,” you correct. “Wanted to make proud. Mum’s gone, and we’re not even friends.”

“D’you think we ever could be?”

You consider. There’s a part of you that feels like you’re friends already. He’s in your flat for fuck’s sake. 

“I don’t know,” you say. “Honestly I don’t. I’ve only ever loved you, Jamie, and for a long time I couldn’t see the future without you. I still can’t see it, I’m just living day-by-day sometimes.”

He chews his lip. “How can I make it up to you?”

He’s asking all the hard questions tonight.

“I don’t hate you anymore,” you say frankly. “You were there for me when I needed you, and you leaving me was the worst. But it turned out good. And, I dunno, over the last few days I just keep wondering what’s gonna stop you from leaving again? Deciding you want someone else more, or my value means less?”

“Maturity.” He says it slightly drawn out, enunciating the consonants. He has a hint of a smile, which is stupid, because now you have one too.

“Seriously, though, I’m not like that anymore. Went of, was a prick, and it were shit. I’ve never heard mum that mad at me, Jesus Christ. Swore my ear off, she did. Didn’t have real friends, wasn’t happy, drank a lot of vanilla vodka. Keeley broke up with me for cheating on her, too, but not with sex, like; just on a date. Said shit about accountability.” 

He says it the same way he said maturity. 

“Hm,” you say. What else is there to say, really?

“Hm,” you say again as you reach to set your tea down and move to the other end of the couch so you’re pressed up against Jamie’s side.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close.

“Stay the night?” you whisper. “I don’t want to be alone and I have a guest bed.” 

Jamie nods.

—

It’s 3am, and you wake up with the sound of your mum saying your name still echoing in your room. You’d been dreaming, showing her the life you’d created and she’d smiled the whole time. She wasn’t wispy, she was the same mum who kicked a football with Jamie, sang horribly off-key with Simon, and convinced Georgie to even give him a chance in the first place. 

Tears pool in the corner of your eye.

I am not drowning. I can do this.

There’s a light tap on the door. “Come in,” you croak.

Jamie pushes it open and sticks his head in. “You’re crying,” he states. “Woke up a minute ago feeling shitty.”

You pat the bed and roll over.

Jamie climbs in under the covers and reaches tentatively for your hand. You let him take it.

“Just because I’m emotionally fragile does not mean that I forgive you,” you tell him tearfully. “I’m just pretending you never left and everything’s fine so I’m not going to hate myself for letting you into my room and letting you see me cry.”

“Alright,” he whispers. “C’mere. We’ll forget about it in the morning.”

You both move closer under the covers. You blame sleep and grief for the kiss you press to his clavicle, and you’re sure you’re dreaming they way he murmured, “How the fuck did I ever leave you?”

—

Jamie is true to his word. He doesn’t say a word when you wake up, just extricates himself from your hold and goes downstairs.

“I’ll be here for today,” he tells you once you drag yourself out of bed. “After that, you can decide how you feel about me. You don’t have to think about it today.”

It’s a four-hour drive to Manchester, and you’re not sure when it was decided that a) Jamie was coming with you, or b) that he’d be the one driving. He stops to pick up breakfast and coffee and doesn’t say a word about eating in his fancy car. You stare out the window and let the music playing over the speakers flow over you. It’s still raining, less than last night but still heavily. 

You grip Jamie’s hand with white knuckles and cry, truly cry in a way you only allow once a year but this time, there’s a new component.

I could’ve had this, you think. You and Jamie, together.

Something new tugs at your chest and you turn to look at Jamie. Tears have gathered in the corners of his eyes, and he’s sniffling a but, trying not to let it show. 

You readjust in your seat so you’re leaning against his arm, and he tilts his head to rest on yours for a fraction of a moment. 

—

Your mum’s place is the same as it always is. Her name, printed in rounded letters. The dates, signifying that she did not spend enough time here. You place down your blanket and sit, back against the headstone as usual with your head tilted up to the sky. Jamie stands a good distance away, just watching with his hands shoved in his pockets. 

“Hi mum,” you begin, voice cracking. “Um, I’m sorry I don’t get up here much. But that’s what kids do, right? Leave the nest and only visit on holidays. 

Things are going well still. I’ve gotten offers for collabs with some brands, so I guess that’s cool. Jamie’s here, he’s by the tree though. I don’t- I don’t know what to do about it, mum. I wish you were here. You always saw things clearer than any of us, and I just don’t know. Turns out I didn’t ever stop loving him. Keeley thinks we have this weird cosmic connection or something. Do you believe in that? I think you might have. 

I- I think we’re going to see Georgie and Simon after this. I don’t really know. I haven’t been thinking straight today, you know. I just miss you.  I want to hug you again and I promise I’m okay on my own, it’s just hard sometimes. I thought- I thought-”

You’re unable to get the rest of the words out. It’s fucking sunny out and it feels wrong, like the world should remember this is a day to mourn a soul who should’ve been around longer. The sky should at least have the decency to cry along with you. 

A hand touches your face to wipe away a tear. You wrap your arms around Jamie’s neck and he just holds you for a minute, an hour, a year. Time might be passing but you’re unaware of it. He’s whispering in your ear, saying, “I’ve got you, it’s alright love, take as much time as you need,” but it’s only sounds to you. Sweet sounds, but not comprehensible words. 

It’s safe, here. It shouldn’t be, here on your mother’s grave with your cheating ex-boyfriend in your arms, but it doesn’t feel like that. 

It feels more like you’ve finally arrived home after years of travel. 

Jamie feels the same as he did before he made it to the Premier League, back when he’d nick flowers from a garden and climb through your window late at night, not like the prideful boy who broke your heart in five minutes over the phone. 

“I’m here as long as you need,” he murmurs, and you believe him. 

You pull away slightly to look him in the face. “I love you,” you say. 

He smiles, but only with his eyes as he swipes a thumb under your eye. “I love you too,” he says. “Don’t think I ever really stopped.”

It’s at that exact moment that the sun disappears behind a cloud and it begins to rain. 

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[teyums]

can you write neteyam x reader you spend a night together at the tree of souls before he leaves with his family and he wants you come with him?🫶

“Come With Me.”

a/n: a little something bc it’s been a while <3 wc: 769

pairing: neteyam x fem! na’vi reader

warnings: none

News hadn’t been the only thing broken the day Neteyam confessed a fate you never thought he’d be bound to. Him and his family were to embark on a journey to a different clan, far away from home, and far away from you.

It felt as if the weight of the world had come crashing down in a matter of minutes, and the only thing able to keep you up on your feet that moment had been your strong grip on his forearms while you crumbled in his hold.

“What are you thinking about?”

Neteyam’s silky voice draws you out of your rumination, his gaze more than gentle when your head moves to look up at him.

“Nothing, ‘Teyam.” You hum, returning your cheek to its former position on his chest, pressed against the rhythmic thrum of his heart.

The two of you have been stuck to the other like glue for the past week, insistent on not wasting a single second of the time you have left together. And just like yesterday, and the day before that, you’re intwined in each other’s embrace, laid underneath the soft glow emitting from the tree of souls. A sacred place to your people, the same sacred place you both would have sealed the bond, deeming you mate’s for life, if the threat of impending war hadn’t completely destroyed your plans.

You inhale a longing breath as the length of his arm wraps around your frame to bring you closer, the rough pad of his thumb circling the round of your shoulder, and his voice rumbles in his chest as he speaks.

“You know I know you’re lying, right?”

A rugged sigh leaves your lips and you gently pull away from him, and his eyelids lift, eyes widening slightly at the unexpected movement. The familiar sting of tears bubbles against your waterline, and you drop your gaze to focus on the ticklish blades of grass below your bodies that have surprisingly become much more interesting than the conversation at hand.

Neteyam is quick to prop himself up on an elbow, his entire body shifting towards you as well as his attention. Your head flinches away after he delicately lifts your chin with his finger and a frown takes over his lips at your sudden detached state, as well as the sight of amber glossing over with moisture.

“My love, why are you crying?” He breathes out, his face shadowed with concern.

His thumb swipes a stray tear from your cheek before you can even realize it’s escaped, and your lip trembles as you try to form words. What you settle on has his shoulders drooping as well as his moods.

“Don’t ask stupid questions, Neteyam.” You murmur.

And he knows it was a stupid question. Him and the rest of the Sullys are set to leave in two days, first thing in the morning with a grueling flight ahead of them, and all you can think about is his safety. The fear that you may never get to see him again is overbearing, making itself known in your head with a haunting echo. And even louder is the fear that he’ll become betrothed to another, his memory of you long forgotten.

He pauses for a beat, and his eyes flit to where yours are locked on the ground, as if he too is thinking of what to say, before they raise to meet your face again.

“Come with me.”

Your head snaps up at that, and you stare at him incredulously, lips parting and eyes darting between his own as you search them. Surely he must be joking, but as that same determined look remains on his expression, you can’t help the way your jaw drops.

“Oh, you’re serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious.” The roll of his eyes is comical and he reaches to take your hands in his, pulling you up into a seated position with him. “Will you?”

“I-“ You’re at a loss for words, your lungs left breathless as your mind races over all the details regarding his invitation. He can almost see the apprehensive thoughts written on your face. “I don’t know, Neteyam. What about my Mom? She’d be heartbroken… And my Dad, oh gosh, there’s no way he’ll agree-“

His braids move with the action of him shaking his head, and a chuckle that wafts through your ears is enough to halt your rambling. “Just breathe, yawne. I know, it’s a lot. But you don’t have to say yes, the choice is entirely up to you. I just wanted you to know that you have one.” He assures you with a gentle stroke of your cheek and his heart flutters at the way you lean into his hand.

A soft hold circles around his wrist as you peer up at him, up into those warm eyes that never fail to convince you. But before you can say anything, before another doubt can manifest from your lips, he speaks again— a promise sincere enough to wither away your worries.

“I won’t be upset with you if you say no. But just know that wherever I go, my love for you will always follow.”

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©teyums 2023

[strawberrywithmatcha]

Satoru’s girl ♡

Includes: Husband!Gojo, Teasing, edging, vibrator, fucking, Gojo called Geto in the middle of your punishment, embarrassment, humiliation, crying, cursing,Gojo slaps your pussy once, fingering, tied up, probably some grammar errors but I will fix that (I think that’s all?),

Please don’t be surprised if it’s bad!!! It’s my first time writing stuff like this but I tried my best!

Your husband, Satoru Gojo, is very attractive. No doubt about that. He is will aware that he is jaw dropping, he isn’t really surprised when a lot of people fall In love with him at first sight right once they lay eyes on him. After being with Satoru for a while, you got used to people going up to talk to him, ask for his socials, stuff like that. Satoru never gave into them so you trusted him. He is married to you after all…

The trust you had in Satoru faded away when a group of girls came up to him at a park where you guys usually go to hang out with Suguru. You payed close attention to Satoru to make sure he dosen’t do anything stupid. Everything seemed to be going fine…for a couple seconds before Satoru embraced their love and started doing things that would only make the girls swoon over him even more.

Seeing Suguru sit under a tree, you thought it would be a good idea to flirt with him to make Satoru jealous as revenge. It’s not like he’s going to do anything about it, right?

You take a seat next to Suguru, rather closely, then strike up a conversation.

“How have you been feeling recently, Suguru?” You ask, putting up a caring and gentle smile, one that Satoru only ever got to see until now. Suguru responds to your question with

“Satoru and I have been sent out on a lot of missions recently. But it’s what we have to do to protect everyone”

You lean closer to Suguru and start to softly rub his arms with your hands.

“I understand. You have been working so hard, I am glad that you finally have time to rest and collect yourself. I am here if you need me. I-“

You cut off your sentence and quickly jump away from Suguru when your husband suddenly appears and sits down across from you.

“Watcha guys doing?” He says as he spreads his legs and rests his arms behind his head.

You let out a quiet gulp, trying your best to think of an appropriate answer to his question as if you weren’t just touching Sugurus arms just a second ago.

“Nothing. We were just…checking up on each other since we haven’t really talked in a while, you know?”

Satoru nods his head at your response and immediately claps back “When did checking up with someone involve stroking their arms?” He looks dead into your eyes, waiting for an answer.

Your eyes widen. You didn’t actually think he would confront you about flirting with his best friend. Considering how you’re husbands eyes went dark and narrowed at you, he was going to absolutely do something about you getting to comfortable with Suguru. You knew damn well your fucked because Satoru does not play around when it comes to punishing his dumb little wife.

Satoru lightly pushes you into your guys house when you get home from the park. You look over your shoulder to take a peak at your husband then quickly look back infront of you when you see that his face is one full of jealousy, clearly because you flirted with Suguru, what else have you done to get him that pissed off?

“Head over to our bedroom and take off your tight little skirt, along with your panties. You better prepare yourself for the shit I’m about to do to you.”

You face warms up at his command. Is he gonna fuck you as a punishment? That seems more like a reward if you are being honest here. Satoru was a god at fucking. That along with his incredible stamina and strength makes it so much better. You walk into the bedroom feeling giddy that your oh, so handsome husband is going to fuck you real nice.

As your taking off your skirt and panties, getting all pretty as Satoru requested, hes looking through the drawer in the nightstand and pulls out a small bullet vibrator. Your favorite !!!

“Ready to have some fun, baby?” Satoru says with a smile then giggles when he sees you nod your head eagerly. He turns on the toy and places it inside your pussy. You think he’s gonna make you cum with a vibrator THEN fuck you with his big dick until you feel him put your lace panties back on you.

“L-love, what are you doing?” Your voice is filled with panic and worry. Is Satoru not gonna fuck you like crazy? You stumble to where he sits on the chair in the corner of the bedroom. He wraps his muscular arms around your waist to pull you onto his right leg, facing him.

“I’m gonna ask you some questions, okay baby? Why did you flirt with Suguru?” You blush and try to look away but he pulls your chin to make you look directly at him. “Because you were paying attention to those random girls instead of me!” Satoru raises his eyebrows at your reply. He sighs in disappointment. “I gotta admit, you have the reason to be mad. But that doesn’t mean you should be flirting with other people to make me jealous, baby. And that didn’t really work out for you because now…you’re gonna get punished” Satoru’s statement makes your eyebrows rise up. You scoff, saying “I don’t think putting a vibrator in me then fucking me is a punishment. Do better.” “Who said I’m fucking you, baby?” Oh…so he’s not gonna put his dick inside of you? “Bad girls don’t deserve my cock, you should know that by now, pretty girl. You’re using the vibrator to cum today, nothing else. You should be happy I’m even letting you feel good after the shit you pulled today” You let out a high pitched whine in protest but you eventually decide to let the vibrator do its job to make you cum. Atleast Satoru is nice and is letting you cum!!!

Your head is thrown over your husbands shoulder as your trying your hardest to cum because the vibrator is at a pretty low speed. While Satoru is on his phone, seeming to have the time of his life as he texts Suguru. His abs press against your stomach and he’s bouncing his leg which pushes the vibrator more into your pussy. Satoru calls Suguru, he shoves his phone into your face. “Say Hi to Sugu, baby!” A cry is let out from you. It’s already too much for you! Having a vibrator shoved in your pussy while your husband is on a FaceTime with his bestfriend is so humiliating. You hide your face in Satoru’s neck to lessen the embarrassment you feel. “Nah ah ah. Don’t hide your face from him, baby. Look at the camera or I’m turning the vibrator off” You breath heavily and allow Suguru to see you red, fucked out face…”There you go, pretty girl. How is Satoru treating you?” He giggles, he knows that Satoru is being mean to you. You can’t respond without being embarrassed. “Hes-he’s treating me well. We are talking right now so please don’t be offended when I ask you to hang u-’’ Satoru lands a swift spank to your pussy right before you could finish what you were saying. You jolt back at the harsh sensation “Nahhh, baby. He’s gonna watch for a couple minutes, okay? Okay.”

Satoru and Suguru continue to have a casual everyday conversation as if you aren’t even there, moaning and whining for Satoru to speed up the vibrator so you can cum faster. Your pleading seems to fall upon deaf ears as Satoru does nothing but neglect you.

“D-Daddy, please just turn it up! I wanna cum…please!” Satoru coos at your begging. “Hmmmmm, how ‘bout we let Suguru decide if my baby gets to cum?” You are relieved to hear that. Suguru has always been nice to you so you are positive that he will let you cu- “I don’t think ___ should cum, Satoru. She was being such a bad girl today” Suguru says at the exact moment when you feel that there is hope. Satoru takes a look at your face and throws his head back when he laughs after seeing your shocked expression. “Well, you heard the man! You can’t cum, poor baby” He teases before finally speeding up the vibrator after what seemed like forever. The moans you let out are choked after crying from embarrassment. “M gonna cum!” Unfortunately, Satoru takes the vibrator out of your pussy and you are left clenching around nothing. Tears start to from in your eyes again from being denied of an orgasm you have been waiting for. “Don’t cry, pretty. It’s what you get for making Toru jealous. You will be okay, just take it like a good girl for Satoru” Suguru says, doing his best to comfort you before he tells Satoru he has to go do something and hangs up the call.

Satoru turns you around so your back is facing him. “Want me to touch your little pussy, baby?” He prods at your clit with his middle and ring finger. His touch is teasing, His finger pads move down to your pussy where his fingers trace up and down, then making little circles on it. Satoru taps your pussy a couple of times before thrusting his finger in and out. He goes slow like the tease he is and curls his fingers inside your wall. You roll your eyes back at Satoru’s touch. He hits his fingers against your sweet spot everytime his finger go in. “Feels good, Baby? You gonna cum? Yeah? Hmm, okay let it all out” You sigh in relief . Satoru if finally gonna let you cum!!! Not. He pulls his fingers away before you could get the chance to release. “Fuck! I’m sorry for flirting with Suguru! Please just let me cum once!” Satoru shakes his head at your desperate please, letting out a quiet “shhhh” to you up. In addition, he gives you a breath taking kiss in which you guys interlock lips. Satoru pulls away after a while, your cheeks in the palm of his hand when he takes a look at your dreamy face. “I dunno if you deserve to cum today, hmm. Well, we can decide that later. Still Need too finish your punishment. We are almost done baby, Just need you to lay on the bed with yours legs spread and your arms to the headboard”

Satoru ties each of your arms and legs to the corners of the bed frame. He’s take a couple seconds to admire his creation. A mischievous look is on his face when he pulls down his pants and underwear to reveal his hard dick, the tip is an angry red that is just waiting to be inside of your pussy. Satoru sinks his dick deep inside you until of his 7in dick is fully in your pussy. The way he thrusts his dick with an unforgivingly fast past is enough for you to skip your next life.

“You were being such a bitch earlier, now look at you, Taking all of my cock like the desperate slut you are. Don’t. Fucking. Act. Up. Ever. Again.”

He roughly thrusts his dick between each of the last couple words in the sentence. Your gummy walls clenching around him as his dick rearranges your guts. Satoru places his hand to the bulge on your stomach to feel the outline of his big cock that’s currently inside of you. Both you and your husband let out loud moans from fucking each other like there is no tomorrow. The bed is squeaking from the compact of Satoru bullying your pussy.

“I’m gonna cum, satoru! I’ve taken my punishment like a good girl! I deserve to cum!”

“Was thinking ‘bout letting you, baby but your so bossy. But I’m gonna cum too. Wanna cum to together. I’ll do a count down. Get ready, this is gonna be the best orgasm of your life after being edged. Awww, your excited? Okay…3…2…” Satoru pulls out and continues to stroke his dick to release his cum. This bitch really denied you of an orgasm for the third time. You were really excited to!!! It was gonna feel so good like Satoru said. He pulls his pants up, stretches his arms, and kneels down on the floor so he’s next to you. He gives your lips a peck before untying you from the bed.

“I know I was mean to you, baby but it’s what you deserve, you know? It’s okay, now. Let’s get you in a bath to give you time to relax then we can cuddle. Does that sound good?”

⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*

Please do not translate or repost!!

[edenalieth]

A FUZZY FEELING

Pairing: Minho x Y/N

Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff fluff fluff (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You found a small kitten during a rainy day, little did you know it would be the bond to your next romance…

Words: 5K 

A.N: hi guys! im still trying to write more often huhu so here is a minho fluff! im not really used to write full fluff so your opinion truly matters to me (reblog and comments are very much appreciated). english not being my first language, i apologize for the possible mistakes… a big thank you to my friend maria and enjoy ;) — 230831

The rain was pouring outside. Why didn’t you bring a damn umbrella ? It’s not like you didn’t check the weather forecast on your phone before going out. Apparently, the 40% chances of downpour didn’t convince you and you didn’t want to clutter your small hand bag with such a big object… Now, you were looking awfully foolish. 

Your clothes were getting wet, your hair were a mess, all of this only because of that stupid guy you met on an app and didn’t show up. Yes. It was a shitty day. 

You were grumbling, each steps you took on the sidewalks soaking your sneakers. You needed to find a place to hide, at least for a bit. You would have preferred to go home quick, not wanting to show yourself to anyone looking like this, but you could feel your hands and feet getting cold. 

The place you were at was thankfully crowded with different shops and one especially caught your eyes. It was a pretty small café, a little bit hidden behind some trees. Warm light was coming from it and you could see people happily seeping on their drinks, eating some delicacies and chatting. This would be perfect ! Hastily walking towards it, already thinking about the hot drink you would order, you put a halt to your run when you heard some muffled noises. They sounded familiar to you and you were wondering where they were coming from. Checking your surroundings, you couldn’t see anything. You were about to give up when you heard them again. Small meows. Following them, you almost stumbled over a little dirty plushie. At least, this is what you thought it was until you saw it trembling, small pointy ears dressed on its head, its tail enclosing its frail body. It was a kitten. 

Its orange and white fur was sticking and it was crying out for help, probably looking for its mom, shivering against the pavement. Apparently, someone was having a rough day too… Moved by the small creature, you crouched down to analyze the situation. 

« Hi little thing » you softly said. « Why are you here ? » you talked to the cat as if it was about to answer you any time. You scoffed at the thought of it. It didn’t seem to be hurt, there wasn’t any blood or weird swelling. However, rain wasn’t giving you a break and was getting heavier. Your muscles were getting stiff, you had to make a decision quickly. You weren’t sure if it was okay for you to pick it up like this. Its mom was probably going to be disturbed by the unknown scent on her baby, on the other hand, leaving it near the road wasn’t an option either. 

Stretching the fabric of your jacket, you carefully grabbed the kitten, who didn’t show an ounce of resistance, too weak and cold to do so. It was literally fitting in the palm of your hand, the sight of it making your heart break a bit… You noticed a space between two shops which seemed to be dry enough for the little guy. It would be safe under those bushes until its mom would find it. You put it down delicately, dirt already staining its fur and gave a little pat between its ears to reassure it. « Here you go! I’m sure your mom will come back soon. Good luck little one ». 

Saying you were feeling guilty was an understatement, even more after hearing it meowing again… You had to pull yourself together, you had made the best choice. You couldn’t just pick it up and bring it home in case its mom would come back. It was better to wait for few days. You just hoped that, if it was left alone, a kind soul would find it again and help. Giving it one last glanced, you waved at him and went back towards you first destination: the café. 

As you opened the door, you were welcomed by the sound of small bells and warm brown eyes. The man behind the bar was cleaning some cups with a towel, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up, staring right at you. He put down his stuff and came to greet you. 

«  Welcome. For one person ? », he asked, a soft smile on his face. « Yes please », you answered. The barista gestured you to follow him to a table and handed you the menu for you to choose. You thanked him as he walked away to take care of the other customers. Unzipping your jacket, you put it on the back rest, hoping it would dry fast. Bringing your attention back to the menu, you were absent-mindedly looking at it. Your brain was fuzzing with questions and worries about the stray cat. Was it really ok to leave it like that ? Maybe you should go back and take it to the vet… But, if its mom was close it would be cruel to take her baby away. 

Biting your nails and lost into your thoughts, you didn’t even notice that the auburn haired boy was back. 

« Did you make your choice ? », he was holding a pen, unconsciously taping on a notebook, his cat like eyes questioning you, his head slightly tilted to the side. He was curiously looking at you, his brows slightly furrowed. Taken aback by his question, you vaguely answered. «  Hmm… I will take a hot chocolate and… hmm… whatever cake you think would go along with it. Thank you. » 

« Then I would recommend the pistachio and raspberry tart » he offered, waiting for your approval. « Perfect ! ». He nodded and grabbed the menu you were handing him before going back to the bar, not without a last glance to your table. After several minutes, the brown haired man came back with your order. You gladly took it and tried to enjoy it, however, your stomach was kind of tied with a knot at the memory of the frail wet cat. Despite your reluctance, the hot chocolate going down your throat felt like a relief. You could feel your entire system getting its energy back sip after sip and you thanked the heavens for putting this place on your path. You would have to come back in a less miserable state and not with a mind full of worries. 

Time went by and you had to go home. You were still thinking of what you could do. Maybe you could come back the next day to check on the animal ? With your job schedules it might be a bit difficult but that would be better than nothing. 

Looking out the window, the rain hadn’t stop at all… Never mind. One last run towards the bus stop wouldn’t be so bad. A soft voice startled you « Was everything fine ? », he asked while clearing your table and the fact that you barely touched the pie didn’t go unnoticed. « Oh! You didn’t like it ? I’m sorry, I should have recommended something more simple maybe… » You stopped him « No! Not at all! It was delicious! » 

Visibly relieved by your statement, he continued « Then, would you like me to pack it for you to bring at home ? ». You accepted, thankful on how thoughtful the man was. Following him to the countertop to pay the bill, you thought about this word again: thoughtful. Maybe you could ask him to keep an eye on the cat ? It was a bit inappropriate to do so, after all, he had his job and probably a ton of things to do after that… Yet, the way he was patiently gazing at you, clumsily looking for your credit card, made you think it would be fine. 

« Can I ask you something ? You, obviously can say no, I wouldn’t mind » you said sheepishly. The man was visibly curious. Were you going to ask for his number ? Was it why you seemed a bit embarrassed around him ? He was full of expectations but probably not that one. « Of course ! » 

You were kind of fidgeting while paying the bill. « Well, I have came across a small kitten earlier and I’m really worried about it… Its mom wasn’t around and it was trembling. Do you mind looking for it ? I let it near your store, under the bushes so it could dry. » Visibly surprised by your request, he quickly tried to keep his composure and hide the slight deception. « Where exactly did you let it ? » he asked smiling as an even brighter smile was forming on your face. You started to describe the exact spot you let it and thanked the man a hundred times for his help. « No worries, I have three cats myself » he laughed. 

You were about to leave when he noticed that he forgot to give you the tart. « Miss, wait! » he stopped you, gently grabbing your wrist. « You forgot this and please take this as well ». In his hand was the food bag and an umbrella. You tried to politely decline the offer but he insisted, saying the pie would go to waste otherwise. You blushed a little, profusely thanked him and went to catch the bus. 

The umbrella was a blessing and you thought that, maybe, he was an angel who helped to make your day better. You would have to return it to him as soon as possible and ask him about the stray kitten. You didn’t even know his name… 

Finally, the bus appeared and you jumped inside it. Sitting comfortably, you put your hands inside your jacket’s pockets when your fingers came across a paper that wasn’t there before. Intrigued, you pulled it out to see what it was. Handwritten on it was a phone number with a message: « Please call me so I can give you news of your furry friend — Minho Lee ». A weird little drawing was next to it, it looked like a strange face. You giggled. Lee Minho. Here was the name of your helper. Your heart felt warm at the idea of him taking care of the cat and got you happy the whole ride. 

✧✧✧

« Where the hell are you running to ? » asked your coworker. « I have an appointment! » You half screamed while heading to the exit. It was the end of your schedule and one thing kept you going the whole day: you were going to see the kitten. You waved them goodbye, your bag in one hand, Minho’s umbrella in the other. 

Last night, you did call him. It was kind of awkward at first and very polite, until you heard his cats meowing, asking for their food. Minho seemed a bit overwhelmed and couldn’t keep up with your small talk. He apologized and hang up. Few days passed and you had exchanged some messages with the café worker. He sent you a picture of a cardboard shelter he made, where you could see some old blankets, milk and food, then some messages to plan your meeting. He also reassured you saying that your friend wasn’t cold anymore but its mom hadn’t showed up. You were worriedly looking at your screen when you received another text from Minho. 

| minho lee: fluffy boy is waiting for you! 

A picture was attached to it. It was kinda blurry, the kitten was probably moving around, but you could see the orange and white fur of it which looked like a cotton ball. Asking for the man’s help had been the best idea. After 40 minutes, you finally arrived to destination. A panel with the word « closed » was hanging on the front door. Getting closer of the glass you used your hands as a shield to look inside. Minho was actively sweeping the floor but as soon as he turned around he gestured for you to come. You entered the café, once again welcomed by the bells’ symphony. 

« Give me a second, I’m almost done » he asked, one finger up to emphasize his sentence. 

« No problem, I’m sorry to bother at this moment of the day… » 

« Yea, you’re right. You’ve been a bother from the start » he jokingly said. You looked at him and sticked your tongue out. He shook his head and rolled his eyes at your childish behavior but, deep inside, he could feel his heart beating a bit faster. It only had been less than a week since you met each other, however, he wanted to talk to you every day and felt strangely close to you. Things were still pretty formal but he could see that you were slowly opening up. 

« Ok! I think everything is done! We can go. » he stated, both of his hands on his hips, looking around as a last check. 

« Where are we going already ? » you gently asked, following him as you were leaving the place. « To Sondonri association. It’s where I let the kitten. Its mom didn’t show up and it was visibly loosing weight… » he closed the door and went to the parking behind the shop. « I would have kept it with me if I wasn’t so busy with work… » this last sentence was more of a murmur and you could see a wrinkle on his forehead. He had been worried.  

You took place on the passenger seat while the brown haired boy was starting the car to drive you to destination. During the trip, you talked about your day and he also told you that the association you were going to was the same one where he adopted his three cats (or his sons as he liked to call them). Soon enough, you were in front of the association… which was closed. 

« Wait ? What time is… Oh… », his mouth was forming a small cercle, letting his bunny teeth slightly showing. Minho was clearly dumbfounded as he looked at the hour on his watch. It was passed 7:30pm. 

« Don’t tell me you didn’t check the opening hours ? » you looked at him, half laughing, half sarcastic but the man was remaining silent. 

« It happens to the best of us, ok ? I was s-sure it was closing at 8! » he stuttered, hopelessly trying to defend himself. He frowned and his ears were turning red, embarrassed by the situation and you couldn’t help but laugh. You put a compassionate hand on his shoulder. 

« Yea sure. » you rolled your eyes. « But I owe you one, so why don’t we go eat somewhere ? ». Your offer seemed to surprise him and the redness of his ears was spreading through his cheeks. You couldn’t really tell tho, the dusky light distorting his real skin tone. « Exactly, so be more respectful. » Minho scoffed and you gently pushed him with your shoulder. He flashed you a mischievous grin and you realized how handsome he was. Of course, you noticed that since day one. Still, the more you learnt to know him, the more you found him beautiful inside and out. You especially liked his funny and devoted personality, as well as his cat like eyes, his manly hands (they seemed really soft!) and his li-… Wait a minute. Your thoughts were running a bit too wild and your friend was looking at you, confused by your sudden change of emotion. You made him turn over to go back to the car, which he followed not without a hint of hesitation and asking on where you were going to have a diner. But honestly, you had no idea… You ended up going to the closest konbini, eating ramyeon at the store, drinking and enjoying the evening. You discovered that he had a sweet spot for pudding. 

« Pudding ? Really ? » 

« What ? Is it that weird for a man to like sweet things ? » he side eyed you, still eating his desert with a pout. 

« I don’t know, you work at a café. I was expecting something else, I guess ». 

« Maybe but sometimes simple things are the best » Minho stated with a proud face. And he was right. This evening was pretty simple. You both here, eating and talking about your lives, learning to know each other, talking about your furry friend. It truly was the best. 

« Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home ? » he offered for the nth time. 

« Yes, don’t worry. I’m not really far. » you reassured him even if he wasn’t completely ok with it. 

« Mmh… Fine. But send me a text, you know, just to be sure you didn’t get into a weird situation or something. ». The brown haired man was intensely staring at you, as a warning. « I promise ».

As soon as you arrived, you kept your words. 

| you: im still alive! 

| minho: ugh, guess I will have to bear with you a bit longer then

| you: meanie…

| minho: :p

Removing, your jacket and putting your bag on the coffee table, you realized that you totally forgot to return his umbrella. Thankfully, you were seeing each other at the association tomorrow and, this time, you would be able to see the rescued cat. 

| you: at which hour tomorrow ? and, please, dont mess it up this time

| minho: tch! you loved spending time with me! 

His words made your heart flutter, it was true. You really enjoyed your time together.

| minho: let’s say around 11am, sounds good for you ? 

| you: perfect! see you tomorrow then, good night! 

| minho: g’night y/n 

This night, you could barely sleep. Your head was filled with his face, his smile, his voice calling your name… Holding your pillow tight, you tossed it aside while facing the feeling, a sweet feeling blooming in your heart. 

✧✧✧

You were awake at 7 this morning, too excited to keep sleeping. What was happening to you ? Getting over excited like a teenager. You were impatient to see the kitten, you hoped it was in a better shape than the last time you saw it. You were also impatient to see Minho. Where you having a crush ?… Uh. Definitely. The ringtone of your phone startled you. 

| minho: yo y/n ! you up ? 

You hastily took the phone and answered. 

| you: yup! Slept well ? 

| minho: woaaa, you answered faster than usual. can’t wait to see kitty cat ? 

His comment made you blush a little. Thank god he wasn’t there or he would have teased you for that. 

| you: yes :( it’s like my baby 

| minho: i understand, felt the same for my sons. ok, let’s meet at the association then, see you 

At 10am, you were more than ready to go and arrived even a bit in advance. Now that it was broad daylight, you could see many dogs behind the fences, enjoying their time outside. Some people were there to adopt some of the animals, others were probably caretakers. You were absorbed by the scenery, when you felt that weird feeling telling you someone was watching you. When you turned around, a smily Minho was there. 

« You truly are impatient to see the cat » he said while walking up to you. 

« What about it ? Are you jealous I don’t give you the same attention ? » you teased. « Hmm, maybe ». He passed next to you as you were stunned by his words. Quickly coming back to your senses you followed him inside. 

You were welcomed by two women and one of them seemed to know the brown haired man pretty well. 

« Minho! It’s good to see you! How is the café going ? Are your parents fine ? And your cats ? » she asked with a soothing voice. She was middle-aged and exhaled literal kindness, the type of perfect mom you see in series. « Everything is going great, thank you so much. I came with my friend to see the kitten I brought early this week ». He stepped aside so he could properly introduce you to the women. « Oh my! You’re the lady who saved this baby. Thank you for your help, I can’t imagine what would have happened to it if you didn’t help it… » she shook her head, picturing the worst. « Come, I will bring you to it » the woman gestured for you to go with her, which you did. 

You entered a room which probably was a nursery. Lots of kitten were sleeping or playing together but, as soon as your eyes landed on its white and orange fur, you could tell that it was your cat. You gasped and repeatedly tapped on Minho’s arm. He sighed at your behavior but he was truly amused by it. 

« Can I go see it ? » you politely ask to the worker. « Of course! Be careful of the other ones, they might want to climb on you » she prevented. And she was right. As soon as you crouched down, some of the cats hide behind the cat trees or boxes, while some others were really curious. They were sniffing your clothes, trying to climb on your legs and you decided to sit down so you could be more stable. Unfortunately, the rescued kitten seemed too scared to come close. 

Your friend joined you and tried to lure the cat with a toy. Moving it close to it, the colored feathers of the stick seemed to catch its attention. You could see its pupils getting rounder, its small body ready to jump and lightly wiggling. It attacked the toy and did it again.

« What are you doing ? » you asked when Minho started to move the feathers closer to you. « Shh, just trust me ». You weren’t so sure of his tactics until it paid off. The cotton ball was happily playing with the toy on your legs, biting its feathers and trying to catch it with its claws. You heart melted at the view of it. It had gained weight since the last time you saw it, you could tell that it was happy and healthy. « It truly worked! ». Your friend looked at you with a smug face and leaned towards you. You felt his fingers brushing over yours, chill going down your spine and it created an eye contact. You were both staring at each other, Minho’s gaze trailing along your face features until he quickly removed his hand. « S-sorry, I didn’t realize we were that closed » he apologized with a sheepish look. « It’s fine! » you almost squeaked that sentence and swore in your mind for being so easy to read. The brown haired boy acted as if nothing happened, still playing with the kitten. However, his ears betrayed him once again because of their bright red color. 

You kept playing a bit more with the cats before you had to go back home. 

You both thanked the workers and told them you would come back soon. 

Once outside, you stretched and sighed in content. « Fuzzy seems happy ! Did you see how playful it is ? It was adorable ! » you were toddling gently and humming. 

« Fuzzy ? » you friend raised an eyebrow. « Yes, the kitten. » you replied. « That’s plain as fuck. » he deadpanned. « Did I ask ? » you turned around to face him with challenging eyes. « Maybe you should have ». 

Your faces were now so close that you could feel his breath on your cheeks. Heart racing, palms getting moist and you still couldn’t look away, totally captivated by his gaze. Oh, you looked gorgeous to him and the contact you made earlier this day made his stomach tingle in the most delicious way. Too busy looking at Fuzzy, you didn’t even notice how Minho gave you all his attention, how he loved seeing all your facial expressions, how he loved your laugh, your face, your curves. He was getting greedy. Greedy to be part of your life and be able to be just as close as you were right now or even more. 

You gulped and created a diversion. « Here. Your umbrella ! I forgot to give it back to you last time ». 

Minho looked at it and took it, brushing your hand in the process. The shivers were back. « Thanks Y/N, glad it helped you. But you still owe me. » 

« What ? I paid for last time dinner ! » you protested, crossing your arms in front of your chest. A mischievous smile was adorning the man’s face. « A bit weak for someone who saved your kitten and gave you his umbrella. ». He was expecting and, gullible, you fell into his trap. 

« Hmph. What do you want from me Lee Minho ? » you asked, suspicious. « I’m going to think about it. » he then headed towards the bus stop you previously used. Running after him, you called his name but he wasn’t answering. He didn’t want to break the game he was putting in place.

✧✧✧

Days went by and you still didn’t know what he wanted. He teased you a lot about it, saying you had to be kind and obedient until he would find out. Except, that you weren’t. 

You grew to know each other more deeply, you crush for him getting stronger and often came to visit him to spend time together such as: visiting your furry friend or just wondering around the city after work. This evening was no exception to the rule as you were walking along the river. 

« I’m still waiting for my penalty ».

« A penalty ? » he sneered « You mean the price of your debt, right ? ». You sticked your tongue out and nudged him. « Come on. There must be something. » 

Minho stopped and you bumped into him. « What the… » 

« There is something. » he announced. You rubbed your lightly bruised nose and asked « Spill it! Why are you being so secretive ? ». 

« You would grant me anything ? » his face was totally serious and you didn’t know if you had to laugh or be scared right now. « If by granting, you mean being your servant for the rest of my life, that’s an absolute no ». He broke into a smile before answering « No, silly. It’s something else. » 

« Just say it, Minho ! » you sighed. « Is a kiss too much ? », his voice was soft and he tried to keep his composure despite his heart beating so hard he was afraid you could hear it. You felt your blood rushing to your cheeks. Did you hear that well ? You were used to his jokes and you could tell when he wasn’t playing. And he wasn’t. Too startled to speak, you simply nodded, holding your breath in anticipation. Minho stepped closer, a brand new glow shining in his beautiful eyes. His hand traveled to cup your face, his gaze glued to your lips. « I need an answer, Y/N. Is a kiss too much ? ». You whined. Why was he like this ? « Kiss me already, Lee Minho. » He tenderly smirked and closed the gap between you. He first kissed your cheeks as you were putting your arms around his waist. He then went to the corner of your mouth, teasing you till the last second before you could fully feel his lips on yours. It felt warm and soft, just like taking a nap in a sunny room or savoring the sweetest delicacy. 

You pushed your body against his and deepened your kiss. You would never get tired of this and you could feel the emotions, that you diligently took care of, were fully blooming into your stomach. You both stopped to catch your breath, Minho still cupping your face, his forehead resting against yours. You felt at peace with him. « You’re a good kisser Y/N Y/L/N» he stated, brushing his nose with yours. « What made you even doubt of it ? ». He laughed and laced his fingers with yours. « Let’s head home ». 

During the way back, you both couldn’t stop looking at each other, smiling like idiots and kissing from time to time. You loved it, feeling like you were falling in love for the first time again. 

« Here we are », Minho had walked you home and was about to part way when you held him back, grabbing his jacket. « Do you want to s-sleep here ? » you offered. His eyes widened a bit but his actions spoke for himself when he entered your apartment, a tender smile on his face. 

✧✧✧

The next day, your eyes were welcomed by a sleepy Minho next to you. You caressed his bare back before preparing breakfast. You didn’t have much at your house and tried to make it as good as possible. When he woke up, his hair were all messy and he was walking with his eyes half-closed. « Morning » he said with a raspy voice. « Hi ». Wow. How did you manage to pull a man like him and be able to call him yours ? Wait. Was he even yours ? You didn’t clearly talk about your feelings or what you wanted to do next. Realization made you a bit gloomy but it was soon soothed by Minho’s kiss on the top of your head.

« Are we going to see Fuzzy today ? » he asked. 

« Yes and… You know what ? I’m going to adopt it. » you were determined. After all, you had created a special bond with this cat since day one and it was thank to that very same cat that you met this amazing boy. « It’s about time ! » he sarcastically answered. 

« But, before we go, I will have to go home and change. » the brown haired man stood up and started to pack his things. « I can accompany you, if you want » you were about to follow him when he stopped you. « No take your time and meet me to Sondonri when you’re ready » another kiss, « Thank you for the breakfast. » and he left. 

Two hours later, you were in front of the association and your boyfriend (?) was nowhere to be seen. 

| you: where r u ?

| minho ♡: come inside

When you entered, Minho was talking to one of the worker at the front desk. He gently grabbed your hand before inviting you to tell your request. 

« Good morning, I would like to adopt a kitten. »

« I guess it’s for the little male you kept visiting ? » the man asked, « One second please ». He was looking through the files of his computer when he started to frown. « I’m so sorry miss but it seems that it has been adopted earlier… ». You felt your heart sinking. « What ? Are you su-… ». You couldn’t finish your sentence that Minho let go your hand to join the middle-aged women you had seen multiple times. She was handing him a little ball of white and orange fur. Fuzzy ! You almost ran up to him, your vision getting blurry because of your tears. « Is… Is it the right cat ? » your throat was tight, waiting. « Yes and it’s all yours. I made the necessary steps before you arrived » he said, visibly satisfied by your reaction. Happy tears were rolling down your cheeks as you were patting the kitten’s head. Minho bowed a little and whispered « I like you, Y/N ». Half giggling, half crying, all you could say was « I thought you would never say it. ». He chuckled and softly hugged you, not to crush the small fluffy boy. 

You could tell the the kitten had found his new home, just as you found one in Minho. 

[tinybirbwrites]

Guilty Pleasure (Dick Grayson/Reader)

Hello, hi. This started as a vent fic, then it became super silly and fun and longer than expected. No warnings except for some swearing, just silly fluff and crack. Reader is gender-neutral. Also I had Gotham Knights Dick in mind while writing, the game really grew on me lmao.

You often wondered whether Dick had a sixth sense for your mood. Each time you were upset about something, he would either somehow end up finding out about it, or unknowingly comfort you in some way. 

Watched a sad movie while Dick was away? Look at your phone; Dick either just sent you a meme, pun, or a sweet little message to brighten your day. Unhappy about what you saw in the mirror? Just you wait; Dick always seemed to have a heartfelt compliment ready for you. Lonely? Worry not; Dick already made plans to come over and glue himself to you for several hours.

This time was no different. Just twenty minutes after you saw something hurtful on social media, Dick plopped down next to you on the couch and wrapped a casual arm around your shoulders. 

“Hey, wanna watch a dumb movie together and cuddle?”

Hell yeah.

-

The movie did turn out to be super dumb—a crazy woman summoning the spirit of her dead killer husband into a fake christmas tree, who then goes on a murderous rampage as a christmas tree? Really? But it was exactly what you needed at that moment. 

You were crying and laughing through the stupidity of it all, switching between actually paying attention because of what was happening or because Dick was actively commenting on it, and thinking back to the post you saw that upset you in the first place. Dick didn’t ask, but he kept giving you comforting squeezes and rubbed slow circles over your back the whole time. 

As the credits started rolling and you finally got over how weird the movie was, Dick stroked a careful thumb over the tear-trails on your cheek. “Alright, well, now that we’ve gone through all five stages of grief together… You wanna tell me about it?” 

You leaned back with a shaky exhale. “Well, you know how I like to read and write fanfiction?” At his nod, you continued, “Well, there’s a subgenre called ‘reader inserts.’ They’re… basically exactly what the title implies. They’re written with you as the main character, and most of the time it’s with a romantic plot point at the focus. It’s something I like to consume for comfort, because it feels nice to read about yourself meeting your favorite characters and interacting with them, doing things together that you’ll never be able to in real life, right? And there’s a lot of well written fics out there that I enjoy a lot, but of course, as with everything, there’s also not so good ones. And the tragic part is, the not so good ones are the only thing that other people who aren’t interested in this subgenre see and know about, so reader inserts get a pretty bad rep. And I get it, I’ve also seen the bad ones, and there’s… a lot of porn, too. I understand it can be frustrating to see when you really don’t want to, but shaming people for writing and reading it just… hurts, you know? It really hurts.”

Dick was silent for a while, frowning. “Sadly, there’ll always be people who get upset about things they don’t like or don’t understand. Some are mature about it, and some aren’t. I’m guessing you saw someone complaining?”

You sighed and nodded, tiredly rubbing a hand over your forehead. “Yeah.” You didn’t feel like elaborating on what the person said specifically, it would only upset you more. Maybe you’d sent a screenshot to Dick later, but right now you just wanted to forget about it.

Dick hummed. “I’m sorry you had to see that. It really sucks when you’ve gotta deal with people hating something you love and care about. And I know it’s easier said than done, but… don’t focus on that negativity. Focus on the good stuff. You’ve talked about getting a lot of positive feedback on your own writing before, yeah? Focus on that. People love what you write, and you love other people’s writing, that means there’s a community where you can all share what you love with each other, and that’s a beautiful thing. Some people just aren’t into the same stuff, they don’t get it, so sometimes they’ll complain about it to feel better. It’s hurtful, yeah, but remember that they’re not targeting you specifically. It’s their problem, the issues often lie within themselves. From what you said, it sounds like they’re just shitting on something they don’t wanna see because they don’t like or care about it. They’re not offering constructive criticism, so really, you don’t have to concern yourself with them. Try to distance yourself from their words, be proud of what you do and who you are. Okay?”

You mulled over his words for a moment, digesting them bit by bit, and eventually, you managed a smile. “Yeah, okay.” You turned your head and leaned closer to him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thanks.”

When you looked at him, the expression on his face was almost shy. “You’re always welcome. I’m just glad I could help somehow.”

-

Days later, Dick came to you with an excited smile on his face, and you watched as he sat down and pulled out his phone. “So, since you told me about reader inserts, I’ve done some research to better understand what you meant. I wanted to know more about what you enjoy.”

Oh no. “Oh. Really?” you said, a lot calmer than you actually felt.

He grinned, unaware of your growing horror. “Yep! So, I wasn’t sure what to look for at first, but eventually I searched for reader inserts that included some of the media I personally enjoy. I found a few I actually liked a lot! But, uh, I get what you meant with there being a lot of porn.”

You hid your face in your hands with a chortle, feeling heat quickly traveling to your cheeks at the mental image of Dick reading smut fics out of pure curiosity to learn more about what you were passionate about. “Yeah…”

Suddenly, Dick brightened. “Also! You won’t believe it, but I found a lot of Nightwing reader inserts! Some got recommended to me because of my search history, and I got really curious, so—”

OH NO.

“I was so amazed at how many there are! Ah, of course, lots of porn too. Can’t really fault anyone for that, I mean, I know people love my butt, so it only makes sense. Still, feels kinda weird. I started reading a few because I just couldn’t help it, and isn’t it kind of funny? It’s like a story about me making out with myself! Anyway, I found a few really good ones, a lot of them were from the same author—”

Oh God, please, anything but this—

Dick scrolled through his phone for a moment, then turned it around to show you what he found. You felt your soul leave your body.

It was your very own profile picture that stared back at you. 

It was your blog. 

It was your writing. 

Your Nightwing fanfics. 

He went on, completely undeterred by your stunned silence. “I know it sounds kind of narcissistic of me to say, but you should totally give this person’s stuff a read! They’re really good! I felt weirdly immersed, reading about being in love with, well, myself. Pining after… myself. Never thought I’d feel so strongly about that, but here I am. There’s one story that I’m hoping will get a second part some day, actually. I’m thinking I should maybe leave a comment. You think it’d be too much to do that with my Nightwing account?” 

Oh. Oh, thank God. Dick didn’t know it was you.

You subtly cleared your throat. “Uhm. Yeah, I think commenting as Nightwing would be a bit much.”

It was an older account—you actually hadn’t uploaded anything for a while now, but most of them were about Nightwing.

It had started off with the usual go-to scenarios of Nightwing saving reader while on patrol, something he’d actually done for you a few times now, which was what inspired you to scroll through the Nightwing x Reader tag in the first place. Then you decided you would give in and post some of your own for the public to see as well. Anonymously, of course. You’d never pin your actual name to that particular guilty pleasure of yours. 

The more you wrote, the more you started to wonder about what if scenarios. 

What if Dick Grayson was Nightwing? You’d noticed that they shared a lot of similarities; a love for puns, a charming smile, a kind heart, perfect hair, and, uhm… A nice body, too. You’d never written out this theory for the public eye, but in your head, you’d started imagining Dick being the one behind the mask, which fuelled your writing even more as you poured your feelings into them. 

You knew it was kind of a No-No to write about actual, existing people. It wasn’t something you usually did, either, nor were you very proud of it. But you just couldn’t help it—you’d been pining after Dick and Nightwing separately for years now, venting about it in the form of self-indulgent writing, until you eventually figured out they were both one and the same person. 

Of course you’d fallen head over heels in love with Dick, it was practically impossible not to; He had a stupidly big heart and a stupidly big butt. Finding out these two ridiculously attractive and caring people were actually one guy? That only served to intensify your feelings by, like, a hundred.

You hadn’t mentioned this realization to Dick, but it got more and more difficult not to as time went on. Until finally, one day, Dick confessed his vigilante identity to you, stating he trusted you and felt it was only fair if you knew. He felt bad about having to lie to you and keep making up excuses about his bruises and why he had to cancel plans every time something big happened that Nightwing had to take care of.

You were too scared to tell him about your feelings, especially after realizing you’d been writing reader insert fanfics about him all this time. It was one thing to just imagine Dick being Nightwing, but it was another to actually know it was him. You were lucky and very happy to even be friends with this amazing guy, and you weren’t about to ruin that by confessing your shameful sins to him.

You knew it was extra weird to write not only about an actual person, but about your friend. You’d never written any smut—that was something you just couldn’t let yourself do, it felt too wrong, even before you found out about Dick’s secret. 

You knew he took all the sexually charged comments on his Nightwing persona in good stride. He actually seemed to glow from all the praise, even feeding into it by laying on the charm extra thick sometimes when on patrol, always insisting Nightwing should never wear a cape so his precious butt wouldn’t be covered up. You also knew that he himself as Richard Grayson was a very popular guy, handsome and charming, a “well dressed golden retriever,” as some people liked to describe him. 

But you also knew that there was a line, and you felt like you were definitely crossing it by writing reader inserts about your best friend and crush. Though you did stop writing them after finding out about who Nightwing really was—it just felt too weird to keep posting more at that point.

Argh, who were you kidding? Either way, it was definitely still weird that you hadn’t immediately deleted your whole blog afterwards. It didn’t matter that Dick was currently unknowingly blowing up your phone with excited comments and likes on several of your Nightwing x Reader fics. You pulled it out and glanced at your screen as it lit up. Ah, he was also sending you all the links so you could read them for yourself. 

Is this how Dick felt when people talked about Nightwing in front of him, not knowing it was him they were talking about? You certainly felt like you had a top secret persona now. 

Despite your conflicted feelings on the matter and the rising shame in your chest, you couldn’t help but smile at Dick’s genuine enthusiasm. And his comments were all very nice, too. 

Maybe… Maybe he would be okay with it, knowing it was you. Maybe he’d laugh about it. Maybe he’d even be flattered. You knew it would be impossible to keep this to yourself forever, especially since Dick was so easy to open up to. But not now. Definitely not now.

-

A few months later, Tim mentioned your username during a group conversation. In his defense, he probably thought it was common knowledge—you knew he wouldn’t reveal something as big as this on purpose if he thought it wasn’t a big deal. You were using the same username for several other accounts on other websites as well, all connected to your second email address, the one you hadn’t shared with Dick or the others, so you hadn’t actually expected them to ever look into it and find out.

How very foolish of you. You just hoped Tim hadn’t read any of your fanfics as well.

While you’d tried to appear calm and unaffected on the outside, you could feel yourself slowly dying on the inside, melting from the sheer amount of mortification you were experiencing.

You couldn’t look Dick in the eyes ever since. 

While he hadn’t mentioned anything directly, you could tell the clogs inside his head had already turned enough for him to connect the dots. He knew. Fucking shit, he knew. 

Several days went by. You kept casually sending messages to him, sharing memes and other every-day things like always, and he did the same. But you could tell he knew and wanted to say something, but didn’t because he could tell you were highly uncomfortable with him knowing. 

He was nice like that. Goddammit. 

And then, one evening, as you contemplated finally deleting your whole account and sending an official apology to Dick (you would definitely have to do that, you just didn’t know what to say and where to start), your phone lit up with a new message. 

From Dick. 

You stared at the notification for a long moment, dreading what you’d find once you opened it, until your eyes started to burn and you had to force yourself to take a few deep breaths and calm down.

Don’t jump to any conclusions now, you told yourself. Just open the damn message and see for yourself.

You procrastinated by going to the bathroom first. Then walked around the kitchen in search of something to eat, only to realize you were too anxious to actually eat anything. 

So you took your damn phone and clicked on the damn notification, holding your damn breath as you read Dick’s messages. 

(Dick) 21:32 : Hey, so, I had some ideas for a sequel regarding your last Nightwing story

(Dick) 21:33 : Hear me out

(Dick) 21:35 : What if Nightwing went over to reader’s place

(Dick) 21:35 : and then…

You waited for him to elaborate, maybe send a GIF or something else, but he wasn’t even online anymore. You frowned and started to type a hesitant, confused response, when there was a sudden knock on your living room window, making you flinch and shriek, almost dropping your phone in the process.

Looking up, you saw Dick in his Nightwing suit outside your window, grinning and waving at you. 

You blinked at him for a moment, then quickly walked over to open the window. “Wha—”

“You haven’t posted in a long time,” Dick interrupted you with a smile. “I thought maybe I could help inspire you.” 

“Ins— Inspire?” you repeated, stunned.

You stepped back a little when he started climbing through the window, taking in his appearance with a sense of awe. You’d seen him as Nightwing a few times now, but you never quite got used to it. He was a sight to behold—he always was, whether he was wearing the suit or just his regular clothes, but having Nightwing standing in front of you in your own home always felt a little unreal. It was so form fitting, showing off his muscles and curves, and the mask hiding parts of his face had its very own appeal that you could hardly put into words. 

“I noticed a theme while going through your stories.” Dick’s voice pulled you out of your stupor, and you quickly shut your mouth, only now realizing you’d been gaping at him the whole time. 

You cleared your throat. “A theme?”

“Yeah.” He stepped closer to you, slowly, as if he wanted to check whether you would move away or not. “Nightwing and reader never actually kiss in any of them.”

You thought your heart was going to burst out of your chest. Then you realized he was waiting for you to say something.

“Oh, uhm. Yeah. I, uh. I just felt kind of weird about that. At first I was just scared you’d maybe find out about my stories some day and be weirded out by them, but later on after you told me about being Nightwing, I also just— It felt wrong to write about kissing you because it felt… too personal? And then I just kinda stopped writing them entirely.”

“Mh-hmm,” he hummed understandingly, stepping even closer, close enough for you to smell his cologne and minty breath. “Not to force my own interpretations onto your writing or anything, but I think Nightwing would definitely be very much into kissing the reader. And seeing how strongly the reader feels about him, I’m guessing it’s something they would want, too?”

You gulped, then managed to croak out a weak, “Yeah.”

He smiled and leaned closer until the tip of his nose shortly brushed yours, pausing for a moment to give you the chance to pull away, then gently pressed his lips to yours. Your breathing hitched, an electrifying sensation running through your whole body, starting from the points where he was touching you. His hands were on your arms, slowly rubbing up and down while he moved his lips against yours just as slowly. Your muscles couldn’t decide whether to stay tense or relax and melt against him, so you did a weird combination of both. 

Unsurprisingly, Dick was a very good kisser. 

After a long moment, he eventually parted from you, leaning back a little to take in your reaction. You couldn’t help but let out a breathless little laugh, stunned by what just happened, and so very fucking happy.

Dick chuckled too, hands gently squeezing your upper arms as if he wanted to hug you. “Was that okay?”

“Absolutely,” you said, without hesitation. “I’m sure all the fics probably gave it away, but I have feelings for you. Strong ones.”

“Well, I didn’t want to make assumptions based on fiction alone,” Dick smiled. “But I’m glad, because I feel the same way. About you, I mean.”

Your chest warmed at that. Then you chuckled, an idea hitting you. “What, you don’t want me to write Dick Grayson x Nightwing fanfics next?”

He opened his mouth to retort with something sarcastic, but then his eyes widened. “Oh my God, that’s actually a really genius idea—”

You chortled and knocked your hand against his strong chest. “No, it really wouldn’t be. What if people connected the dots and found out because of it?”

He pouted. “Alright, fair point. But maybe you could write them just for me?” Aaand he was using his puppy eyes on you. Go figure. 

“I’ll think about it,” you gave in. Only a few people were strong enough to withstand Dick Grayson’s charm, and you certainly weren’t one of them. “But, I gotta ask… Weren’t you super weirded out when you found out that I wrote all these stories? Didn’t it make you uncomfortable?” 

If you ever found out that a friend of yours was writing romantic reader insert fanfics about you and publishing them… Well, you didn’t know what it would feel like, but it was definitely weird.

Dick chuckled and shook his head. “If it were someone else I knew, then maybe. But I know you—you’re one of my best friends. Knowing you wrote them, it just… doesn’t bother me at all, no. I understand why you wrote them, I understand why you published them, too. And why you stopped.” He shrugged. You felt a weight fall from your shoulders at his words, finally feeling yourself relax against him. “Anyway, did I manage to inspire you? You gonna write a kiss for part two?”

You snorted, then hummed, pretending to think for a moment. “I don’t know, I think I’ll need a bit more to really get the creativity flowing.”

Dick’s smile turned knowing. “I’d be more than happy to help.” And then he kissed you again, and it was even better than the first time.

[grapementos]

wasted

aged up osamu x gn reader

“what would you do if you could go back in time?”

you began, blinking slowly at the ground.

“way, way back. before me, before us. what would you do?”

the silence you were met with wasn’t at all surprising. a low, deep growl of thunder reverberated through the sky and into the ground. it startled you, so much so that you pushed yourself up to your feet.

“would you walk right past me? look the other way? pretend you didn’t see me so you wouldn’t have had to hold that door open?” not being answered boiled your blood.

it was a helpless kind of frustration, one that made the back of your eyes and the tips of your fingers burn with impatience. ultimately, you couldn’t help but yell.

“would you follow your dream anyways? be able to run the restaurant so much easier without me here?” you demanded, fists clenched tightly at your side, so much so that small crescents were forming on your palms, “you’d be able to go all around the board, pass go, and collect that $200, huh? all without me.”

your tears didn’t get the memo your brain was desperately trying to send.

be angry. not sad.

yet, you couldn’t truthfully say your tears were ones of anger—instead those of grief.

“that’s what you said you wanted, right?” you whispered, a ball forming in your throat, “you wanted your business to thrive, and that just wasn’t possible with me there.”

“y/n—”

“no, shut up.” you bit out sharply, hands trembling at your side, “you don’t get to talk. not after you cheated.”

his entire expression faltered, mouth gaping like a dumbfounded fish. a stupid goddamn fish that had been caught and was about to be reeled in and grilled.

“it’s bad enough that i had to hear it from atsumu, but with them? we hit a rough patch and you run to them? that’s fucking,” you sucked in a breath, hating the crack in your voice, “that’s fucking pathetic. onigiri miya isn’t stagnating because of me, because you think i’m holding you back. it’s because of you.”

you clenched your jaw to keep your lip from trembling. your entire body was lit up like a christmas tree, anger and betrayal running hot down into your fingers. every force in the universe compelled you to scream, cry, hit something, but you didn’t. you attacked him with your words, your pain, your broken heart.

“it’s because you have some war waging on in your mind, perceiving everyone else as the problem, the—the issue.” you stammered out, suddenly feeling so liberated, so free of the sheer weight of the truth, “newsflash, you’re not fucking perfect.”

“y/n, please, just let me—”

“shut the fuck up! you’ve talked over me, suppressed my opinions, dismissed me—for too damn long.” you hissed, stepping forward to jut a finger into his chest, “you’ve wasted my time. three years of my life that i’m never gonna get back. do you realize the gravity of that? three whole fucking years.”

you stared up at him, watching him cry and savoring it. you’d never felt so powerful, so alive. you drank in his pain, his regret, the wounds you were creating with the sole force of your words.

“don’t ever, ever contact me again. don’t have atsumu or suna or fucking aran ask how i’m doing. stay the fuck out of my life.” you dropped your hand, shaking your head, “i hope this restaurant, the little stress relief you felt when you were with them—i hope it was worth losing one of the only people that’s stood by your side.”

a feeling of calm accompanied you out the door as you stepped into a world of freedom and opportunities.

[your-averagewriter]

“Fuck off America’s sweetheart.”

Summary: After trekking through the rainforest the Suicide Squad stumble upon a camp and after a brief massacre they discover Rick Flag, uninjured and not captured.

Word count: 1.0K

Warnings: Violence, swearing, blood, gore, Suicide Squad violence and warnings

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After a day of walking through a rainforest, moisture attaching itself to my skin I try to shrug off the feeling of dirtiness. We reach a makeshift camp and are instantly told to execute anyone and everyone within.

A brutal but sadly common order in the Suicide Squad. DuBois and Peacemaker have an obvious rivalry not leaving many to the rest of us but I’m not complaining. I’ve never been someone to enjoy killing, only when ordered to or when it’s necessary, that’s not to say I’m bad at it, don’t misunderstand.

I approach the camp, following behind the two in competition, not something I wanna get involved with. Slowly, I pull out a few bullets from my bag, toss one in the air, catch it then throw it, propelling it straight into a man’s head. Sunlight shines through from the other side, illuminating the cascading blood from the wound. I repeat the process with a second bullet, lodging it in someone’s skull before moving on through the camp.

Watching the two ‘vigilantes’ act like children is entertaining for a few minutes but gets old quickly as they fight over the last victim. Quickly, I pull out two bullets from my bag and propel them at the same time towards the last man standing. Falling over, you can see the two holes the bullets paved through his eyes, perfect shot, I think allowing a small smile at the precision and accuracy.

Both of them turn to me, glaring ever so slightly annoyed that I took away their tie breaker but we have a mission to do and competition with each other will only get each other killed.

“Damn it.” I hear both of them say, frustrated, watching as the man falls, flat on the ground, the remains of his eyes splattered nearby.

Staying silent, I follow closely behind the leader and another who has also deemed himself a leader (Peacemaker). His ego seems to have no bounds, from his pretentious name to stupid hat.

Heading towards a tent, DuBois pulls open the entrance to reveal a short woman in some sort of uniform and a patched up Rick Flag. They turn to us in confusion which is mimicked by our faces.

“(y/n)?” He asks and I furrow my brows looking at him, sitting laughing in a tent whilst we were out fighting and trying to protect the island.

I step back, out of the tent slowly as too many emotions flood my system making me not be able to think straight. I just need to get out of here.

I don’t walk far and I don’t know what to do so I walk through the camp following the trails of my murders tracing my bullets. They’re not really that special but I don’t know what to do right now.

Feeling a tear carve a path down my face, my hand flies up immediately to swipe it away and I refuse to cry or to let anyone see me cry. I grab at the bullets, forcing my fingernails into my palms almost drawing blood but the pain stops the tears from falling. Reversed logic but when did emotions ever make sense. Stuffing the bullets back into my bag I walk over to a fallen tree where I perch my head in my hands, not crying, not angry, just overwhelmed. Although, an overwhelmed assassin can be a dangerous thing.

This whole experience only lasts seconds in reality but it feels like it’s going on forever.

Waller convinced me to go on this mission stating that Rick had been captured, that he was being used by the enemy, she didn’t outright say he was being tortured but it was heavily implied.But here he is laughing in a tent with some random people, certainly not looking captured.

I know it’s not his fault that he's unharmed, not captured by the enemy, I’m not mad at him, it’s Waller as usual - manipulating me using my emotions and using the one person I care about to force me on this mission.

Rick emerges from the tent a few moments afterwards, likely done with a short debrief for DuBois and the others. He scans the forest, tracing the treeline, looking for me and eventually he clocks me sitting on the tree.

“(y/n)-” I interrupt.

“Why are you here? I don’t understand.” I say, my hands threaded in my hair.

“Trust me, I’m about to ask you the same thing.”

“Waller called me in, she told me you had been captured and were probably being tortured. That’s why I’m here. Why aren’t you being tortured?” He chuckles quietly. “I know that sounds weird.” I say, resting my head on his shoulder.

“Waller lied to you.” I sigh. What I thought has now been confirmed.

“I can’t believe she would do that… Well, I can.” I frown.

“I’m so sorry.” He says, wrapping his arm around my waist, resting his head on top of mine. “I don’t want you to be here because of me.”

“It’s not your fault. We’ve just gotta make sure we both get out of it now so we can deal with Waller later on.”

“Yeah. Then you can show Waller what you’re made of.” 

“She won’t know what hit her.” I manage a small smile. There’s a comfortable silence that falls over us before I stand up holding onto his hand, cherishing the warmth he provides me with. “We should get back to the others…” I say.

He agrees quietly, following after me. We walk back over to the tent where the others are standing and talking with the people in uniform.

“DuBois?” I say and he turns around upon hearing his name. “Did you know?” I ask.

“Know what?”

“That Flag wasn’t captured, wasn’t tortured.”

“I didn’t know Flag was here.” He says, shrugging his shoulders.

“Who the fuck is this guy?” Peacemaker asks. “Why is he so important?”

“Fuck off America’s sweetheart.” I say, the anger of Waller lying being emphasised by Peacemaker’s idiocy. I feel Rick squeeze my hand, an attempt to calm me. I don’t have anger issues but there are some specific things that rile me up.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Robert stands in the middle of us putting his hands up, preventing escalation. “He’s just a dick.” DuBois says quietly.

“Hey, I can hear you!” Peacemaker shouts.

“Fuck off!” I yell back.

-

AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

I'm so boring with my title recently, I've just been putting quotes from the fics, I'm sorry haha.

I thought you'd want to be tagged @mandy-eminem-moxley77 (I have a much better Rick Flag fic that I'm gonna post tomorrow or the day after that's 'spicy' so...)

[unimpressed-writes-again]

Yoriichi x Yandere Demon Reader (male)

.When you first met yoriichi when walking to downtown and dropped your bag Yoriichi was ever so kind to help you,you were infatuated with him you hadn’t ever felt towards another man.

.You knew he was the one he was the one for you nobody else could have he he was yours.

.You decided Then and there you would do absolutely anything to make him yours even KILLING.

.That night you followed him through the forest hoping he wouldn’t notice m you,He looked really strong but you didn’t care that man was all that mattered.

.You followed on and on until…you found yourself backed up against a tree Yoriichi’s voice echoed through the silence of the night.

.Just who the hell are you.

.You look at his face still as beautiful as you first saw it.

.Wait it’s you you’re the man from earlier.

.He let you go,What are you doing here.

.I wanted to thank you for earlier.

.do you think I’ll fall for that I’m not stupid.

.Fine I followed you because…I wanted to know more about that strange aura emitting from you!.

.I see alright.

.So for months you did the same thing over again each time coming up with different excuses you knew yoriichi knew you were lying.

.Further into your friendship you confessed to him ready to kidnap him if he said no but he said yes.

.Yoriichi asked to come to your house but you said no making up the excuse that you had a sick little sister that didn’t like meeting people Thank goodness Yoriichi loved you.

.You couldn’t risk your soulmate and love of your life finding out you were protecting him from by KILLING anyone who got to close to him.

.Yoriichi wouldn’t understand that you were protecting him by killing PEOPLE.

.Your obsession for him got to the point where you would become a Demon to protect him he was of course devastated but he’ll get over it your love is enough for him.

.After becoming a demon you raised to the rank of upper moon quickly because you watched yoriichi train so it was easier for you.

.You didn’t care that the other upper moons weren’t fond of you Muzan kept you around because you were strong and useful.

.One night after slaughtering some hashira’a You came face to face with yoriichi.

.Why Why,Just why did have to do this!.

.You smiled not answering.

.Yoriichi I’m sorry! I know I shouldn’t have! My emotions got over me I’m sorry!

.you were laying down on his lap as the Sun came up.

.Yoriichi’s tears dropped on your face as you started burning crying you yell continues apology’s.

.Know you would never be reborn again for all your actions.

.Yoriichi please forg-.

.You were now nothing but ashes.

.You were Yoriichi’s first male love and last lover for life his life up till he met you was nothing but worthless and now you’re gone.

Hi! Guys I hope you enjoyed this really hope I did justice to my male readers out there.

bye my lovelies and as always remember you are beautiful☺️.

9/6/23

[travlersjoy444]

Human Nature

2012 Raph x reader

Could be read as platonic or romantic I guess, and the reader's gender isn't mentioned. Angst and hurt comfort.

You find Raph crying over a dead baby turtle. That's it. That's the fic. It ends well. (Sorta)

***

  I rounded the corner of the farmhouse as I headed in from the barn. There was only so much I could do to help Donnie before starting to feel like a pest, so I had come up with some excuse about needing to finish some homework or something, and it was a true testament to how tired he was that he didn’t question that at all. 

  Of course there was no homework. There was no school. Dee needed sleep, but that wasn’t my problem…what time was it, anyways?

  Well, it was dark, so late probably…I also needed sleep, apparently.

  But as I approached the house, I became aware of a quiet sobbing sound from the porch.

  I sighed. Mikey, probably. Maybe April or even Casey. It wouldn’t be the first time in the past few months I’d walked in on one of them crying. 

  I racked my brain for possible reasons, but I couldn’t find any…Leo was up and about, so it probably wasn’t that this time…maybe the brothers had fought or something? Or maybe…Well, the maybes weren’t helping anyone.

  …Another choked sob sounded from above me.

  I shook my head clear and considered my options. I could go up to the porch and confront the crying person, or I could go around the back entrance and leave them alone… Okay, when I put it like that, the answer was obvious. To the back entrance I’d go- 

   CRACK. 

  I froze, staring at the stick I’d stepped on, because of course I couldn’t be stealthy- I wasn’t a ninja, I was just a kid who liked fighting things. Shit. Maybe they didn’t hear-

“W-Who’s there?” Growled the person on the porch. It sounded hostile, like the person didn’t want me to know he was crying.

   Oh he definitely heard. 

  I paused my thought train to recognize the voice. Was that… Raph? Raphael? The least likely person at literally any given time to do something like cry?

  Brooding , maybe, but never crying…

  “Uh…no one…? Just…the…wind.” I said slowly, not turning around to face the porch as I tried to continue my tactical retreat.

  “Well good, screw off like the wind then!” He snapped, but the bite of it was kinda dulled by how choked up he sounded. Much to my chagrin, I was starting to feel kinda bad for him. 

  Raph didn’t cry a lot…I’d known him for a year and come to think of it? He hadn’t cried ever . If Raph was crying…it had to be serious.

   Mission unsuccessful, now I feel bad.

  I slowly walked back towards the porch, avoiding eye contact as much as I could. 

  “...Hey…uh, sorry, but it turns out I’m not the wind.” I said lightly, sitting on the porch step next to him. “You okay?”

  He stubbornly glared at the ground. “What, here to laugh at me or somethin’? If I wanted that I’d find Mikey.” 

  I ignored the comment and looked over at what he had in his hands.

  “...What’s that?” I said softly.

  He swallowed thickly, holding it out so I could see. It was a slightly speckled oval with a crack running down the side…

  “...T-turtle egg.” He mumbled, barely comprehensible. “It’s…” He drew a line across his neck to mime ‘dead’, seemingly unable to say the painful word.

  “Oh.” I said, because what else do you say to that?

  “Foun’ it in…y’know. The woods.” He said, waving vaguely at the trees. “I ‘unno, guess I t-thought I could…save it or somethin’...it’s stupid.”

  I nodded. That sucked. “Well…hey, y’know…ya tried, right? That’s…that’s more than a lot of people would do…You know, you gave it a chance. I’m not wording this well…”

  Raph snorted. “Jus’ tell me I’m bein’ a baby, (Y/N).” He said, words slightly distorted in that way they are when you cry. You know, when ‘t’ sounds are impossible and ‘g’ sounds slip away…I always found that embarrassing when I cried in front of others, but now with Raph being the one crying, I just felt empathetic. 

  “You’re not though.” I said finally, looking out at the woods. “I’m sure that this baby turtle would be glad that you tried to help it, and yeah it fucking hurts that you failed, but that’s not your fault. That’s just…the delicacy of living. Nature and the cycle of life or whatever.”

  “I stepped on it.” He said, starting a new bout of sobs. “It wouldn’t be… dead if I hadn’t screwed up- I didn’ know that I’d…wandered into a turtle nest …”

  “You stepped on it?” I echoed, glancing at him.

  He nodded, closing his eyes. “An’ I shoulda know it was there, I -”

  “Well…it’s dark out. You couldn’t have possibly seen it.” I reasoned.

  “I shoulda.”

  “Who goes out to the woods at night and thinks ‘hm, I should definitely expect to see everything that could possibly be in my path’?” I said with a half smile.

  “Someone who didn’t accidentally…” He mimed killing again, “...a baby turtle.” He grunted.

  “It was an accident, Raph.” I shrugged. “You couldn’t have helped it, and beyond that, you tried to save it. So somewhere there’s probably some…I ‘unno, ghost turtle that’s glad you tried to give it a chance at living. Ya did your best, man, and sometimes that’s enough for the bad karma or whatever to leave you alone.” I said, punching him lightly in the shoulder.

  He snorted. “Tha’s dumb. There isn’ some… ghost turtle that’s glad I carried it to this fucking porch and cried about it like a baby after killing it. ”

  I smiled. “Nah. Of course there isn’t. I’m tryin’ to make you feel better.”

  “Well you’re bad at it.” He scoffed, but a hint of a smile appeared on his face.

  “Yeah? And you’d say something better?” I challenged.

  He nodded, rubbing the side of the egg’s shell. “Easily. I’d say…It’s a fucking dead turtle (Y/N), it doesn’ care. Go inside and watch a dumb movie with Mikey or somethin’ and stop crying about it.” He was smiling a bit more now.

  I smirked. “How comforting.” 

  “Quit bein’ sarcastic, you jerk.” He said, punching my arm lightly, but he was full on grinning so I knew he didn’t mean it.

  I fell back as though he’d punched me across the porch. “You wound me so, Raphael!” I said dramatically, chuckling as he rolled his eyes.

  “So…” I added, gentler now, “D’ya wanna…bury it or something silly and sentimental like that?” 

  He nodded, blushing a bit as though the idea of doing so was embarrassing. 

  I helped him up, smiling as though the idea of doing so was completely normal and not at all over-dramatic, because really, it wasn’t. 

  Yeah, burying a crushed turtle egg after comforting one’s friend who also happened to be a giant talking turtle was a completely normal thing to do.

  I smiled again at the absurdity of it all, and a part of me noticed that Raph hadn’t let go of my hand despite the fact that we were both standing now. I squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back.

  “C’mon. You gotta pick a good spot.” I said softly as we reached the edge of the yard.

  “...Okay.” He whispered. “How about…there.” He nodded towards a section of earth by a little creek.

  “Oh. Good choice. That’s probably the prettiest part of the yard.” I agreed, and he smiled at the feedback.

  “Alright, you mark the spot an’ I’ll grab the shovels.” He said, clearing his throat as he slipped the turtle egg into my hands.

  “Yessir.” I nodded. He came back with two shovels a second later, and we began to dig a small hole.

  “Do y’think I should…I ‘unno, make a gravestone?” He said with an air of casualness that we both knew was a total lie.

  “Sure. It’d be…respectful, right?” I said, scooping another mound of dirt into the pile. The hole was already at least a foot deep, which was far more than it needed to be, but neither of us wanted to point that out. I think we both knew that that meant actually putting the little turtle into the ground…for good, and we weren’t quite ready for that yet, so we kept digging.

  “Yeah. I could draw him on a motorcycle or somethin’. That’d be cool.” He chuckled.

  “You sound like Jonesy.” I grinned. 

  Raph shook his head. “That is a horrible nickname.”

  “No, it is not very metal, is it.” I mused. “That may or may not be why I gave it to him. Don’t tell Mikey, but I have lame nicknames for all of you.”

  Raph snorted. “Really.”

  I nodded. “Yup. I have them all stored in a secret journal with a lock on it. Once we go back to New York, I’mma put it in the farmhouse attic in order to totally confuse future generations of O’Neils.”

  “No ya don’t.” He scoffed.

  “What makes ya say that?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

  “If you genuinely did, you’d be laughing, but you’re trying to look serious.” Raph said smugly. 

  “Huh. You’re good, that was a lie. Not the nicknames part, I do have those, but none of them are written down. …And I don’t think you can lock a notebook shut unless it’s one of those dumb diaries at elementary school book fairs. I’m rambling. I’ll stop.”

  Raph broke the silence after a beat. “What’s Leo’s top secret nickname?”

  “If I tell you it won’t be a secret, will it?” I teased, flicking his mask tails. He responded by flicking my shoulder.

  “You already told me Casey’s, tell me Leo’s.”

  “Captain Ryan. It’s pretty basic.” I answered.

  “...He’d take that as a complement, you know that, right?”

  “Maybe.” I shrugged. “Mikey’s is Angel ‘cause of his name, and Donnie’s is Rainy D. Y’know, instead of Sunny D because I think it’s funny to annoy him. April’s is Red, which I stole from Casey. Yours is also Red because for some reason I find that funny. Mine is Ruler of New York because…well, c’mon . It’s self explanatory, baby.” I said, tossing my hair cockily.

  “Oh I get it, because you’re freakishly tall like a measuring stick.” Raph said. 

  “Oh dear sweet Raphael, being taller than you does not make me freakishly tall, or even particularly tall at all.” In fact, being taller than Raph was a very easy -and common- feat…he stood at about 5’0.

  “Yeah, well you know what’s great about being short?” He said, leaning on his shovel.

  “Tell me.” I said, leaning on my own shovel dramatically.

  “It makes it easier to do this .”

  He kicked me in the shins.

  “Oi! That was low!...Literally.” I said with a smirk, miming a ‘badum tss’ with the shovel.

  He scoffed, but failed to hide the smile on his face. We kept digging.

  “D’you think we’re done, then?” I finally said as I found myself standing over a hole that was at least two feet deep.

  Raph busied himself with using the shovel to measure the depth rather than answering my question, stubbornly avoiding my eyes.

  “Raph?” I prompted, nudging him. “We can wait a bit if you want…”

  He sighed, eyes glued to the ground. “Nah, you’re right...I guess so.”

  I scooped up the little turtle corpse, glancing over it one final time. Its face was barely visible through the crack in the egg, and unfortunately it was adorable.

  I set it gently into Raph’s outstretched hands, and he hummed sadly. Well…it wasn’t quite a hum, it was more of a sad animalistic chirp, as though losing this baby turtle was hurting his biological turtle-senses or something. (Donnie probably had a solid explanation, but that didn’t matter right now.)

  Raph blushed again as he seemed to notice the sound, and he cleared his throat and looked away from me with a grimace. The sound stopped.

  “Not a word.” He grumbled.

  “Didn’t plan on it.” I coughed, and he looked at me gratefully. “Also…Should we…say something…y’know, memorial-y?” I asked hesitantly.

  “Probably. Uh…I…I dunno what exactly to say at one of these…funerals.” He said, starting out really strong. I resisted the urge to say something sarcastic and instead nodded encouragingly and gave a thumbs up. 

  Raph sighed and patted the top of the egg. “But uh…it’s like one in the morning, and I’m out here knee deep in a bunch of dirt with my friend, burying a turtle I’ve never met and will never get to meet, so…I guess anything goes. Uhm…I’m sorry, little guy. I wish you coulda had a better chance at living, and…I hope you like the spot I chose for your…resting place.”

  I nodded. “It’s the best part of the yard…on sunny days, the creek turns bright blue, and the flowers are starting to grow. If you were alive, you’d get to see them, and you’d probably love them. They probably taste good.” (Did turtles eat flowers? Probably not…whatever, I’d already said it now.)

  Raph smiled bittersweetly and set the egg down in the grave. 

  “Bye little guy. …Love you.” He said softly, and picked up his shovel again. 

  And without saying a word, we buried the little turtle in its final resting place. Somewhere along the line his sad chirp sound started up again, but I didn’t mention it and he didn’t notice.

  I stood up finally and tossed my shovel aside. “We can make a grave marker tomorrow, but in the meantime…” I plucked one of the crocuses by the creek and set it on the grave. 

  Raph nodded, pulling himself up. “That’ll work for now… C’mon, let’s steal Mikey’s oreos and watch a movie or somethin’.”

  “Sounds good to me.” I said, holding out my hand.

  With a half smile, he took it.

  “Hey, (Y/N)...thanks.” He said quietly as we headed back towards the farmhouse. 

  I squeezed his hand, smiling lightly. “Anytime, Raphael.”

  “Oh, and mention this to anyone, an’ I’m shoving my sais through you.” He added, but there was no venom behind his words, so I just flicked his mask tails again.

  “Wouldn’t dream of it.” I grinned, and he squeezed my hand, and we went inside.

  The next day, we found a piece of wood that Raph painted a picture of a turtle on, and we stuck it in the ground over the grave.

   Life would go on.

***

Bonus:

Leo, glaring at Raph and (Y/N): “Guys, care to explain why I saw you two out there with shovels last night?”

Raph: “We…murdered someone…?”

(Y/N): “Yup. Lotta blood. Lotta violence. The dying part was unintentional. I always did say I’d help ya hide a body though, so…”

Leo: “I’m sorry wHAT?!”

***

Author's note: Requests for the 2012 characters are open now on my account :)

[rootbeerworshiper]

Normal (part 7)

pairing: fem!character + matt sturniolo

summery: Abigail and Matt have been best friends for years and practically grew up together. the two hiding their feelings for one another, until one stupid drunken dare changes things.

warnings: slight anxiety attack at the end but nothing too major

love, sienna <3

abigail’s pov again!

i’ve been back home for a few days now.

well, not home exactly, i haven’t spoken to my parents in years, but Marylou always insists i stay over for the duration of my visits so that’s exactly what i do.

it’s been good being back though.

i missed Nate so much and i’ve basically been hanging out with him every chance i get.

we’ve already have two “family” movie nights which i cherish more than anything. cuddling with Chris and Trevor on the couch wearing Christmas pyjamas even though it’s summer and making jokes with Jimmy about stupid shit.

i’ve also had Marylou there for me, teaching me all her favourite recipes that she knows her own kids will never be capable of making.

i wasn’t “home” but this is the closet thing i have and i’m content with that.

i’ve seen my sister too, it’s a little weird when you go from seeing someone everyday and crying in their arms to getting coffee once every few months, but i think it’s best for us to be on our own for the most part.

trauma bonds some people, and it separates others, just wish the ladder didn’t happen with us.

being back was needed, it always is.

i moved out to LA purely because of Matt.

when we were kids the plan was always for me to go wherever he went, though i’d much rather stay in Boston, i was happy anywhere as long as i was with my best friend. i needed desperately to be with him at all times.

speaking of my best friend, things have gone back to normal, and i think i’m okay with it.

i’ve been journaling a lot more, trying to process all the emotions i’ve been feeling and it’s been helping a lot to map everything out.

sure, it hurt getting rejected, but it’s nothing i wasn’t expecting. Matt’s my best friend, i can’t expect him to want to be anything more, it wouldn’t be fair to him.

so things have been good.

we’ve still kept up with our late night Mcdonald’s runs where we talk about nothing and everything and watch the stars through the sunroof.

we still cling to each others side in social settings.

and we still help each other with our bad habits, even though for me it’s just an excuse to hold his hand.

although on the outside things were normal, something felt different, emotionally.

it’s as if he’s not telling me something, or maybe he’s just closing himself off. either way i don’t like how it makes me feel, and i don’t like that he has that effect on me.

i am still planning on telling him how i feel, at least i think.

i need the closure, even if his only reaction is to distance himself more, i can’t keep doing this to myself.

and maybe when he rejects me i’ll actually be able to move on and stop being delusional.

god i just wish he wasn’t so good with his mouth, that would make this a lot easier.

i sit in the back of the minivan with Nick and Nate to either side of me as we head on a small road trip to Vermont.

i’ve always loved the east coast, i love the way the trees over take the outdoors and i love all the wildlife that comes with it.

it’s also extremely nostalgic for me because it reminds me of all the Sturniolo road trips i’ve tagged along for growing up.

“are you sure you’re okay if we vlog this?” Chris asks, looking back to me as i zone back into reality. i bite my lip momentarily, because as much as i’d rather not be subjected to the hate that comes with being their friend, i also don’t want to stop them from making content.

so i nod. “yeah it’s okay, i feel like they already know me anyways so it should be fine” i shrug, referring to the viewers that have watched every video my best friends have posted.

but i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t, because i love watching them in their element.

“how much longer till we’re there?” Nick asks Matt, who’s been much more quiet than normal this car ride.

“like 15 minutes i think, we could’ve been there already if Abigail didn’t take forever getting ready” i gasp dramatically.

“i can’t believe you are throwing me under the bus like that Matthew cmon” i bring my knees up to my chest and rest my chin on them.

little do i know Matt’s watching me from the rear view mirror trying to hide his flustered face.

it’s quiet for a moment before the song playing on the speakers changes, and i know what song it is right away.

“Matt why are you playing this corny shit” Chris complains, running his hand through his hair.

i’m so incredibly uncomfortable because i know exactly what playlist is playing and now i know that Matt’s listened to the song that describes my entire life.

i’m not dumb, i knew he was on the playlist, but he hadn’t listened to it in so long and i had been playing it more, and well i love Lizzy Mcalpine.

Matt furrows his eyebrows. “i think it’s cute, you’re just incapable of being romantic”

Chris is clearly annoyed with that response, although it makes me blush slightly, i just sit and watch. “shut the fuck up Matt at least i have the balls to be honest”

i can see the way Matt stops breathing, as if he’s frozen in place. “watch your mouth Chris or i swear to god i’ll drive this car into a tree”

it’s awkwardly silent for a second. “okay! anyways what are we planning on doing when we get there” Nate chimes in, attempting to bring the mood up.

“wait oh my god can we please see the alpacas again i miss them” i chime in, a smile immediately forming on my face. i see Matt now smiling too, both of us internally reminiscing on how often we’d spend time with the animals together growing up.

“we definitely have to, i also wanna hit up the shops because they always have good stuff” he replies, looking to the rear view mirror yet again while waiting for a reply.

“maybe we can find stuff to finally decorate your dungeon of a room too” i joke, but i do mean it, i can’t stand a bland bedroom.

Chris of course is having the time of life laughing at this. “Chris don’t act like your room is any better you all lack interior design skills it breaks my heart”

soon enough we make it to the cabin we’re staying at, and i’m literally giddy with excitement. coming here never gets old.

somehow it smells better here, like the leaves provide a freshness you just can’t get in LA.

i grab my duffel bag out of the trunk and make my way inside, still smiling like a kid on christmas morning.

we situate in our rooms, i’m sharing with Nick as always but i definitely don’t mind because our late night talks bring me so much happiness.

for a moment i forget about Matt, i’m just completely and utterly stress free.

well i forget about him until i look over and see the way his hair falls perfectly just in front of his eyes. fuck i’m so down bad it’s embarrassing.

once we’ve set our selves up we decide to go see the alpacas first since i’ve practically been begging the whole car ride…

“OH MY GOD MATT STOP” i grab his arm and begin to run towards the alpaca enclosure “the ugly one is still here oh my god i love him”

he must be in a bad mood all of a sudden based on the lack of expression on his face and by the way he drops my hand. “yeah why wouldn’t he be? it hasn’t been that long since we’ve been here”

i try to hide the small frown that wants to make its way to my face. Matt was always my biggest supporter and even if he didn’t care what i was talking about, he’d be my biggest fan as i rambled on.

“okay wait we need to feed them they look hungry” Chris laughs, clearly not sensing the tension that was formed moments prior.

Nick walks over with Nate, camera in hand. i forgot that that was happening, a smile now making its way onto my face, although i definitely don’t feel happy.

it’s hard to avoid thinking about the pit in my stomach, but i’m probably just being over dramatic.

“look at his goofy ass” Nate says as he feeds the ugly alpaca Matt and i bonded over two summers ago.

we all take our turns feeding the alpacas and my mood takes a turn for the better. i have to focus on the friends surrounding me and forget about the boy i can’t stop thinking about.

the rest of the day is nice, just doing what we’ve been doing for years, buying the same snow cones and visiting the same stores.

nothing makes me more happy then spending time with my favourite people, as insanely corny as that sounds they are my chosen family.

something about the way i can smell the tree sap as i walk on uneven dirt roads while talking about absolutely nothing. i just really wish the small action of Matt from earlier didn’t effect my mood so much.

but him affecting my mood is nothing new.

by now it’s dark outside, which is my favourite time because of the sky. i instinctively go to tell Matt about the constellations i see in the sky, grabbing his arm without a second thought.

before he can even react i take my arms off of him, now remembering what happened earlier today. “sorry i just noticed the big dipper and wanted to tell you”

“okay” he replies shrugging and continuing to walk, not once taking a glance at the stars above us.

okay?

is that what we say to each other now when we express something we’re passionate about?

okay?

i cant hide the hurt on my face but unfortunately Nick notices right away, i can see the way the gears turn in his head and i know he’s about to say something so i shoot him a look. this doesn’t need to become a big deal.

so we carry on as normal, Chris and Nate throwing some huge stick into a nearby creek while Nick yells at them to stop.

leaving Matt and i standing in what was now awkward silence. not something i’ve had with him often.

we make it back to the cabin and i head straight back to my room. i feel so over stimulated and want nothing more than to take of my denim shorts and rot in bed.

so i do just that, for a moment anyways, just finally making myself comfortable with multiple fuzzy blankets when Nick enters our shared room and sits on the bed next to me.

i let out a sigh. i cant keep these thoughts to myself and although i normally tell Nathan, he’s busy having fun with Chris and Matt doing whatever it is they’re doing in the living room.

“Abigail” he states.

“Nicolas” i reply, followed by yet another dramatic sigh.

he shoots me a concerned look, it’s evident how well he knows me. “wanna inform me on what’s happening?”

i pull a blanket over my face and groan, before eventually coming back out to meet Nicks face still looking at me.

“are you prepared for me to rant for the next ten minutes?” i ask “i have lots to get off my chest”

he shuffles in bed, kicking off his shoes and placing a blanket on his lap. “i’m always prepared”

so i do what i warned him. i talk for the next few minutes, explaining my feelings, the moment in the hot tub, and how that all leads to now.

i try my best to avoid crying because a part of me won’t allow it. my dads voice echoing in the back of my brain telling me to grow up. “i don’t know what i did wrong, i don’t know what to do Nick. i cant live like this anymore”

he hugs me and i immediately break. every feeling i’ve bottled up for years pouring out into his chest.

he just rubs my back as i cry. he doesn’t even need to say anything.

and we stay like this for a while before i pull away.

“i just feel so stupid. part of me thought that the moment in the hot tub would lead to more. i thought that maybe he liked me back or maybe- i don’t know.” i sniffle, trying to gain composure because although i just let myself cry, i don’t feel proud of it.

“Abi you’re allowed to feel. you are a human being with emotions and you need to feel them.” i nod, a tear still making its way down my face. “i can’t give you advice until you speak to him. you’re right, this can’t go on anymore, but until you say something it will.”

“but-“ i begin

“but nothing. obviously he’s being an asshole right now but neither of you know where you stand and that’s confusing for both sides. you can’t keep this in anymore, it’s not normal nor is it healthy. okay?” he finishes, waiting for a response.

i sigh. “okay. not tonight though, i need to process what i’m gonna say i think.” i reply, pulling the blankets back up to my chin. “you can go hangout with them if you want i know i’m being annoying right now”

“don’t say stupid shit you’ll never annoy me.” he slaps my arm playfully, causing a smile to form on my face.

i don’t know why it feels so difficult to tell Matt how i feel. he’s my best friend. the only person in the world who knows everything about me, other than the fact that i’m in love with him. and it breaks my heart that i struggle to tell him.

i just wish it didn’t matter this much to me i wish i didn’t base my self worth off of how much a boy looks at me or if he’s excited about the things that make me happy. i’m nothing without him. i mean without Matt i don’t know who i am, and now he’s pushing me away all because of a stupid drunken fling

it breaks my heart that no matter how hard i’ve tried to suppress these feelings i’m forced to confront them. maybe i’m running away from what i feel, or maybe i’m choosing the safer option.

the option that’s supposed to leave me less hurt.

yet here i am with Nick sleeping beside me, trying to suppress more tears.

my heart rate increases and my breathing speeds up. god i feel so weak, so stupid, so hopeless.

if Matt were here he’d tell me to focus on my breath. he’d hold my hands and talk me through all my worries. he’d rub my back till i’ve fully calmed down and then do some stupid baby voice to cheer me up.

if he were here i’d be whole again, but he’s not, and i’m just here at three in the morning stressed and alone.

i need fresh air.

a/n: i kinda hate this i think but that’s okay lolz

taglist: @athaliahxoxo

[medusapelagia]

Nothing happened

written for @steddiemicrofic

Rating: General Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: misunderstandig, pining Prompt: Pine WC: 508

Steve sighs for the umpteenth time while putting away the Christmas decorations; he never understood why people get so excited to decorate for Christmas when they already know that, in a few weeks, they’ll have to take down all the ornaments. “Are you finally happy, Mr. Grinch?” Robin asks, grabbing a couple of tinsels and putting them in the big box with the word Christmas. “Why should I?” “Christmas is over, you can finally stop complaining about the lights, and the music and whatever.” OK, Steve is not really a party guy these days: the twinkling lights remind him of the Upside Down and the sound of the fireworks provokes horrible flashbacks of Russian torture chambers, but how can anyone blame him? The kid tried to invite him to a big Christmas party, but in the end, he chose to stay at Munson’s, have a light dinner, drink some beer, and get home with a huge hole in his heart. “Will you tell me what happened at Munson’s? You are even more grumpy than usual.” Nothing happened, not really, he hugged Eddie, thanking him for the hospitality, and whispered something close to “I love you.” Eddie smiled, yanked some hair behind Steve’s hair, and replied “I love you too… you are family, you know that right?” Family, like brothers. Not exactly what Steve meant but he smiled and joked about Dustin’s shared custody and some other stupid things, before getting home and crying himself to sleep. So no, nothing happened, and that’s the problem. They were standing in Eddie’s living room, the little crooked Christmas Tree standing in the corner and the scent of pine surrounding them; it felt like a movie, only Steve was thinking about a Hallmark movie, while Eddie no, and Steve hadn’t dared to confess to anyone what happened, so he kept driving the kids at the Hellfire and he kept hanging out with Eddie like nothing happened because nothing happened, that’s what he keeps repeating it to himself like a mantra. Nothing happened. “So?” Robin asks, and Steve realizes that he has been staring at the Christmas ornament he is holding in his hand for the last couple of minutes: a Hawaiian Santa Claus with a flower necklace and a ukulele. Eddie would love it. “Then bring it to him.” “What?” “You just said that Eddie would love it, bring it to him and talk with him because your sad puppy eyes are killing me, ok?” Steve glares at Robin, ready to complain that he doesn’t have sad puppy eyes, but the bell of the shop rings and he turns toward the door, welcoming the customers with his professional smile “Hi, I’m Steve, how can I help you?” but the Hawaiian Santa Claus falls to the ground and shatters to pieces when he sees Eddie with a big bouquet. “Wayne told me that I wasn’t clear enough so… would you like to be part of my family?” he murmurs, blushing. “Like a brother?” Steve asks and Eddie shakes his head. “Like a boyfriend.”

[midnghtprentiss]

touring with eddie - e.m

a/n: i’m obsessed with the idea of rockstar!eddie

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x wife!reader. 

warnings: mentions of sex, cursing and eddie munson being a babe

His first important gig was opening for Metallica. One day he was performing at a bar and you started talking with a few men and later that night you found who they were after your husband almost had a stroke.

‘’That was Lars Ulrich, he’s in Metallica and you were making him laugh. What the hell”

‘’How the hell would I know? I only listen to Abba, Eddie! He was telling me about how good you are. They’re looking for a band to open for them and maybe he has your number now.’’ 

"Woman you are the love of my fucking life’’. 

They called him a week later and he cried for two hours after hung up the phone. 

At first he had no idea how that works but after a week he was making himself at home and trying to make you feel the same.

A lot of sleep in different places all the time cause you can't keep Eddies rhythm after the concerts. 

‘’Hey baby, I’m taking you to bed c’mon.’’

Late night talking about anything or Eddie just mumbling a lot.

"Do you think things are gonna get better? I mean, I gave Wayne a house and he has no more debt. We can choose any place to be and have a baby."

"Eddie, it's 3 am in the morning, go to sleep."

"I can't sleep."

"Tell me about this idea of yours."

Having sex everywhere when people are not around. I mean everywhere.

"Eddie, we are going to get caught!"

"C'mon baby, we can be quickly if you stop complaining."

He dedicating a different song to you every night.

People thinking how cute you two are for supporting each other even when you're mad.

A few fights because of jealous.

"She was being nice, hon."

"She was about to take of her clothes, Eddie. And she ignore me! It was my request!"

"Now every woman that talk to me are a possible misstress for you!"

"She pull up her skirt and her breasts were falling of her shirt. God you are so stupid. I almost throw your ring at her!"

"You notice a lot, aparently."

"Hope you like to have fun with your hand on the fucking couch. You are sleeping there tonight."

Cuddling after the fights best make up ever (after sex).

"Say something and you are a dead man, Munson."

"I prefer dead over a divorce."

"I prefer you sleeping."

"I think you look hot when you're jealous, like really hot"

Taking pictures of you in the audience during soundcheck specially when you are talking with his music heroes. He swears his heart almost stops everytime he saw you laughing at something.

"You got a nice woman, Eddie. Don't let her go because you do something stupid, groupies come and go, that is forever."

Writing a lot of songs about you or singing the ones he alredy wrote for you.

Getting married again in every romantic spot possible.

"Will you marry me again right now underneath this beautiful tree?"

"How many weddings do you want to have?"

"With you? All of them."

He buying you a lot of gifts and souvenirs for when you go home and remind of him.

DnD night with random people from the production.

Saying goodbye to you are always the worst part of the tour. He end up crying so do you.

"It's going to be two months, I'll call everyday. It's going to be like my wife is with me all the time."

"How am I supposed to survive without you in my bed? Who are going to bring me water in the middle of the night?"

"If you call Dustin with the right words he will gladly do that."

"I love you, hm? Don't have too much fun in Europe without me, alright?"

"I love you so much. I promise to bring everything that reminds me of you. Be safe at home."

[ciaoteamo]

Redemption

pairings: na’vi quaritch x na’vi reader

summary: Your trauma from the past rises and quaritch happens to be around to take the heat.

(A/N): imagine tearing up at your own writing.

warnings: angst

Tonight, you had planned to visit the tree of voices, you harbored an uneasy feeling in your chest and decided to calm yourself with the young spirits.

It always did it’s job right, bringing a smile to your face as you close your eyes. You’d been tense lately and you no idea why.

Your ears picked up the sound of a broken branch, you slowly reach for your knife and break your bond. A footstep was heard close to you and you whipped around, knife hovering over the neck of who was behind you.

“nice to see you too, sweet cheeks” Miles smirks with his hands up.

“that name makes me want to vomit” You glare and put your knife away.

“i know” He chuckles. “what’re you up to?” He asks.

“…trying to relax” You sit back down. He sits next to you, hands intertwining yours.

“what’s wrong?” He asks seriously.

“it’s nothing, it’s stupid” You wave him off.

“it’s neither of those if it has you out here alone trying to ‘relax’” He replies. “are you feeling sick?”

“…in a way.. it feels like i’m underwater and the surface is just out of reach” You look at him.

“hmm… what do you think keeping you from reaching it?” He asks.

“the past” You reach out and play with a few strands on the tree. “my people have gone through great suffering” You frown thinking of everyone you’ve lost, your father, your nephew, and almost yourself.

“why?” Your eyes water as the feeling of sadness creeps onto you. Your people did nothing to deserve what happened… these people invaded your planet and almost destroyed everything.

“what do you mean?” You could see his concern increase.

“why did your kind do it” Your voice broke. “Neytiri and i will never get our father back… i can never see my nephew again, home tree was completely destroyed” You almost shout.

You stand up and he quickly does the same. “(Y/N), i’m sorry..”

“don’t. and do not follow me” You say with a biting tone. He flinched, but as you walked away, disobeyed your command.

He didn’t say a word, you purposefully took difficult routes to try and shake him off. What was so special about him anyway, your mother knew about what happened, how did this man end up being saved?

You abruptly stop and take a deep inhale before turning. “you know how far we are from the others? my mother cannot prevent your death here” You say, completely serious.

He swallows and puts a little more distance between you. “valid observation, but i won’t…just leave you alone” He was panting from the run.

“why? you are just like them! never listening” You squint.

“(Y/N), believe me… i am beyond sorry about what happened, even if is wasn’t me that did it, i still feel the burden of guilt every day” He states.

“too bad that your ‘sorry’ cannot bring them back” You start to get angry again. He just stares at you for a moment, and just a blank one. One that made you feel small, like you were being studied or observed.

He squeezed his eyes shut with a sigh and walks toward you, you hiss but before you could grab your weapon, his strong arms locked in your shoulders.

“move… MOVE!” You knee and scratch whatever you could. “GET AWAY FROM ME AND MY HOME” You scream out, he only held on tighter. “YOU’RE DEMONS” Your voice cracks once again. Your fight dies down and your body collapses as you sob. “you’re all demons..” You cry. He brings you into another hug, this time with comfort.

You cry into his chest and he gently rubs your head. It felt like you were reopening a wound, and he was doing what he could to get you through the pain.

After a while, you were only letting out a single sniffle. “look, i know it’s not easy to have another version of… him… walking around alive and well. but until you tell me otherwise, i will do everything in my power to pay for what he did” He looks down at you.

“… none of it was you back then.. and you weren’t around for my nephew, it wasn’t you that time either” You sniff and stand up.

“what are you-“

“you were lost before, trying to do well for the person in your memory” You give him a defeated smile, almost crying again. “but even though i say and know that , i still cannot bring myself to forgive you” You shake your head.

“what can i do?” His face showed you nothing but sympathy.

“you could let me go alone, i know my way around” You give him a reassuring grin. He still looked uneasy. “and don’t worry, i was like this toward Jake as well” You say before sprinting off into the lit up night.

[finelinevogue]

Love island Harry choosing to sleep on the couch and Davide choosing to sleep out there with him in protest after that re-coupling.

anon: PLS DO A SECOND PART TO EKIN SU PICKING HARRY

that first anon has me chuckling😭😭

Gwen and Aria’s POV:

“I’m still so sad for Y/N. Last night was brutal for them.” Gwen said, as she and Aria sat down to watch yet another episode of Love Island.

“She deserves so much better.”

“She deserves Harry!”

“Exactly, yeah.” Aria sadly sighed.

The camera cut to Y/N and Harry walking over to the circular sun bed that was tucked underneath some palm trees. They held hands the whole way and Harry helped Y/N onto the bed with their heels.

“Can I just hold you for a little bit?” Harry always asked, just in case Y/N didn’t want to. It was a flaw how respectful he was to everyone.

“Mhm.”

Y/N allowed herself to be drawn into Harry’s hold and only then did she start crying again. Their tiny sobs broke Harry’s heart, just as it did the whole British nations.

Harry’s hand could be seen squeezing onto Y/N’s body tightly, one hand rubbing up and down their spine underneath the crotchet jumper to allow some skin-to-skin contact. Harry shushed them quietly, rocking her like she was on a lulling cradle.

“We’re okay.” He kept whispering in between shushes, trying his very best to keep it together himself.

“Are you crying?” Gwen asked Aria.

“How are you not?” Aria asked in return.

“I really hate this.” Y/N spoke quietly, head still buried against Harry’s chest.

“I know, but we also know we’re strong enough to overcome this.” Harry reassured her.

“Still just hurts.”

Harry nodded in understanding and kept on holding them together, whispering reassuring things that the microphone couldn’t quite pick up. It was nice to think they could have some of their intimate moments alone though.

“My babies.” Aria pouted.

HARRY INTERVIEW

(Harry smirking into the camera and then blushing down at his feet)

“No wait! What’s happening?” Gwen squealed, jumping to the edge of her seat in anticipation.

“Fuck.” Aria stood up, not being able to sit down from nerves.

“Y/N/N? Can y’sit up for me whilst I ask you something?” Harry asked, loosening his grip on them so Y/N could sit up.

Y/N sat closely next to Harry and he smiled when he could see their beautiful face. Even when her eyes were puffy from crying, they looked so remarkably beautiful. She was a vision. And Harry would be stupid to waste yet another minute pretending what you had between you too wasn’t something more than a Love Island romance.

“I’m scared.” Gwen laughed.

“Are y’okay?” Y/N asked out of kindness, clasping her fingers together with Harry’s. Fitting together so perfectly.

“Not really no. I’m getting the impression that people think they can come between us because they believe we’re not exclusive and to that I say bullshit. However, they’re not completely wrong.” Harry started.

Y/N nodded in agreement.

Gwen and Aria started nervously bouncing around as they waited to here what else Harry has to say.

“So…” The dramatic music on the TV was so painfully long, “Y/N L/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

“AADDSKKJFSGJK!” Gwen shot up from her seat and bounded over to Aria to give her a successful hug.

“OMG!” Aria screamed with Gwen.

“Wait, wait…” Gwen calmed them down as they awaited Y/Ns response.

Y/Ns eyes were tearing up slightly. “Finally,” They mumbled teasingly under their breathe, causing Harry to laugh, “Yes!”

Gwen and Aria started jumping around the room in happiness, whilst Y/N and Harry celebrated their own way by passionately making out.

Harry let his hands latch on to Y/N’s ass, when she straddled over him to deepen their kiss. There was so shame in kissing in public at a moment like this.

Y/N INTERVIEW

(Crying again) “I swear I can do other things other than just cry!”

HARRY INTERVIEW

“Have you ever seen a happier man? I don’t think so!” Harry said with a smile so wide it could stretch the circumference of the Earth twice.

•••••

“You and Harry looked very couply on the bed earlier.” Tasha said as Y/N all changed to get ready for bed.

Luckily Ekin-Su wasn’t in the room, mainly because everyone couldn’t stop giving her the evil glares. There was this unspoken rule that nobody was to break Y/N and Harry’s relationship and yet she had had no shame in doing just that.

“Yeah.” Y/N giggled.

“What did you guys talk about?”

“Talk about my ass! They just made out for like twenty minutes straight.” Indiyah chimed in, causing laughter around the room.

“He actually asked me to be his girlfriend.” Y/N shrugged their shoulders like it was no big deal.

The girls went crazy and Aria and Gwen awed at how supportive everyone was being.

“Not even Ekin-Su can knock these girls down.” Gwen said.

“And I said yes!” Y/N added and even more screams erupted.

When everyone filtered into the bedroom all the girls gave Harry knowing glances and he rolled his eyes with a blush on his face. He couldn’t be more happy than he was right now though, so he didn’t care.

He wasn’t going to stay in here tonight though. Rather, he was going to sleep on the spare bed in the lounge.

Harry packed up a duvet and pillows before exiting the room. A few minutes later, Y/N was filmed following him.

As Harry was finishing putting the pillows on the bed Y/N wrapped their arms around his waist, snuggling into his back.

“Y’okay?” Y/N asked.

“As long as you are.” He replied.

“Sure you’re going to sleep okay out here? Without me?” Y/N asked, allowing him to turn around in her hold. He wrapped his own arms around them so they were joined together once more.

“You will be with me in my dreams, don’t worry.” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss Y/Ns sunburnt nose.

“You’re so cheesy.”

“Well this is what y’can expect now y’my girlfriend.” He gently smacked their ass.

“Fuck me. They are just everything…” Aria cooed.

“I want them to be my parents so bad.” Gwen added.

Just as they were starting to get into a deep kiss, Davide entered the room coughing to make his presence aware. He, too, had come with a duvet and pillows.

“Bro I thought we could crash together tonight. I respect you and Y/N too much to sleep in a bed next to Y/N.” He said, walking around the two of them and dumped the stuff on the bed.

“Aww Davide.” Aria said.

“Now I feel bad for him.”

“He’ll find someone soon. I’m sure.”

“Wow, uh, yeah cheers mate.” Harry pulled Davide in for a bro hug and Y/N gave him a regular hug in thanks.

Harry pulled you in for one last kiss before you both turned in for the night.

Y/N INTERVIEW:

“I’m going to bed happy.”