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thebestandrealestever · 9 months

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~NOT YOU TOO!~

miles1610/hobie brown x black fem! reader

sum: miles cheats on reader w gwen, reader gets even 🤷🏽‍♀️

warnings : slang, the n word, cursing, cheating . emotional cheating. READER BEING PETTY unedited and not proofread

genre: angst, a lil of comfort?

a/n:i rly hope it don’t disappoint, part 2 w miles and reader make up eventually, cause i can’t stand writing miles as a dickhead. JUST A STORY, I DONT CONDONE CHEATING, DONT THIS TO PEOPLE.

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first time in a long time.

hurting deeply inside .

there it was. the confirmation you so desperately needed to blow off on miles. you’d suspected he was messing with gwen for a little while now, him leaving you too go on missions with her that ONLY they knew about, being on facetime with her while he was at YOUR house, his highlight on instagram for her, not to mention the countless drawings of her around his room that he hid horribly, just a bunch of weird shit. you had conversations about it before but he always reassured you and gaslit you until you shook of the accusations. but now, now you knew he was cheating. miles was in the shower he left his phone on the nightstand, you looked long and hard at it. debating whether if it was a invasion of privacy, as you thought about it you get more and more upset. if gwen could be an invasion of your relationship then this didn’t really matter. you pick up the phone and put the password it, it’s his birthday (narcissist 🙄.) you go to gwen’s message thread, the blue heart next to it made you infuriated. your stomach twist and your eyes leak with tears that you don’t even try to wipe not wanting to miss anything. all of the “i love you’s” and the “im with her right now’s” made your fingers tremble as you scrolled farther into their text. why did he waste his time with you if he loved her? why would he do that to you? when did he fall out of love? what did you do? your thoughts quickly interrupted by the sound of the shower turning off you jumped up turned the phone off and put it in the same downward facing position wiping your face speed walking back to the bed pretending to watch tv.

“what’s going on now , ma?“ he asked referring to the episode you were watching. your face turned as you came up with a lie. “uh nothing really they just found out she was pregnant” you huffed, you’ve never been a good liar and miles could read your emotions like they were his own, you had no idea how you were going to go the rest of the night with him, so you didn’t. getting up from the bed you acted like your mom texted you to come home, frowning looking at the fake text. miles squinted at your pout, walking closer to you he said,

“you okay?” “my mom said i had to come home, she’s going out tonight and wants me to watch my sister, she’s sick” miles fake frowned “you want me to come with you?” he suggested walking to his drawers to get some clothes. you shook your head no “i don’t want you to get sick, it’s fine i’ll just facetime you okay?” you said as you picked up your purse and put on your shoes. “okay at least lemme drive you home. can’t have my baby walking alone in the dark.” he joked as he put on his own shoes and jacket too. you internally cringed at his sentence reminded of who he also called his “baby”.

trust, trust who?

watching my back even when i’m in the booth.

ohh, trust who?

you’re in the passenger seat of his car, seeing the blue hair tie in the cup holder that wasn’t yours. you stared at it for a bit rethinking your entire relationship. he glanced at you, then the hair tye. he spoke up rubbing your thigh trying to get your mind off of it. “u wanna go to the mall tomorrow? we can get froyo.” he suggested knowing that you liked the froyo place in the mall, you knew he was trying to make you happy so you wouldn’t question the hair tye you just went along with it.

“yea okay.” you smiled warmly at miles not meaning it at all. his phone buzzed and you both looked down at it, the speed of which he grabbed it in was almost inhumane. you side eyed him closely as he swiped the opened the message then turned his phone off placing it into the cup holder facing away from you. as you pulled up to your house he leaned forward to peck your cheek, you couldn’t stand the feeling of his lips on your skin right you. “bye mami, facetime me later okay?” he whispered as he looked into your eyes with that same look on his face that made you swoon once before. “okay, i will” you said knowing you weren’t. as soon as you got into your room you cried, searching in your mind for a clue on why he was doing this to you. you’d tears interrupted once again as your phone buzzed, who was calling you and why couldn’t they go away ?? you checked it as a small smile speared on your face it was margo. margo kess had been your best friend since before you met miles, she worked at the same spidey agency he did , or whatever the fuck it was called. you answered wiping your tears. she was eating unti she saw your expression. “what happened??? why you crying boo?” she frowned at you through the screen “miles is cheating on me with gwen, i checked his phone” you chuckled through sniffles as her jaw dropped “what the fuck?? u exposed him his ass right ??” she shouted and you shook your head “i was in denial i guess, i still can’t believe this shit” “you know what you gotta do right?” she said and your face turned into a confused expression “what i gotta do?” she rolled her eyes “get even duhhhhh!! you way to pretty to let this nigga cheat on you with a big back ass bitch you know that.” you snorted at her compliment “ion know mar, maybe gwen didn’t know we was dating” you said trying to express grace to gwen.

“bitch how?? all that nigga do is talk about you, not to mention youre his lock screen.” you tilted your head in agreement, she spoke up again “and you been told his ass all that shit he did with gwen was weird and he didn’t stop it? if he wanna act nonchalant you can act notchabitch” margo smiled as she her attempt to cheer you up worked. “speak of the damn devil, guess who texted me.” you smirked as margo raised her eyebrow “don’t tell me you talm bout hobie.” you tried to fight the smile on your face as you clicked on his message

“hey, wyd rn?” the text read. margo sighed as she saw the smile on your face “HOBIE. HOBART BROWN?? really (name)? well i mean the way he looks at you is crazy, and i been saying y’all would be mad cute .” she shrugged as she resolved up her own feelings, you nodded as you thought about it . was this really what you wanted to do? hurt miles? nonono if he didn’t care about hurting you he can’t say shit when you do it back. you texted hobie back “nun rn, wby?” and he replied almost instantly “im bored, lemme come over?” you almost laughed at how you realized that hobie has never cared about your relationship with miles . you told him yes and you said your goodbyes to margo as you got ready for him to come over, eyes burning as you saw the multiple hoodies that miles owned .

“hey love.” hobie said as he walked into your room from the window, you always noticed hoboes accent but you never noticed how attractive it was until now. “hey hobie.” you said as he lifted your chin up with index and thumb. “you’ve been crying? what happened ?” he said trying to read your face. “um nothing just stuff with miles” he almost winced at the mention of miles, he would offen tell you that he wasn’t good for you, guess he was right. “what did he do now. something when gwen again i bet” you sighed deeply remember the messages in his phone again. “yea, he’s cheating i just found out.” hobie eyebrows furrow as you say this, if he didn’t like the way miles was treating you before, he definitely hated him now.

“i was just joking but, really? what the fuck? after everything you’ve done for him? i’m gonna murder him i swear to g-“ “hobie no, no don’t say anything. i’m fine i’m gonna deal with it myself.” you say pushing him back with your fingers. “at least let me make you feel better.” he said giving you a tight hug. he smirked as he said “you know i’d never make you feel like that.” you snorted into his chest pulling away, hobie grabbed your face with both hands and kissed your forehead. “you don’t deserve this ,(name) you deserve the entire world” he muttered , looking down at you with so much care. stand on your tipe toes to kiss hobie, he doesn’t kiss back for a while in shock but then he reciprocates it and you know you shouldn’t do this, that’s the exact reason why you did it anyway . you pull away looking up into his deep brown eyes, you needed this, comfort from someone that wasn’t hurting you. someone that wasn’t him. he kissed you again more aggressively this time. he pulls away this time only to catch his breath. he pecks your lips once , then twice. he smiles at you then walks to the bed and turns on the tv, you thought it was weird but you also didn’t want to talk about it, and definitely didn’t wanna do anything further. after watching tv with him at a uncomfortable distance you decide to address the elephant in the room.

“so, we not gon talk about that?” you turn off the tv before turning your head to look at him and he does the same “we don’t have to, you know i like you. but i don’t think you need that tonight, i think you just need me here.” he said and honestly, he was right. even though he had you all the way fucked up onna tuesday, you still loved him. you just nod at hobie and he kisses your cheek wrapping his arms around you so he’s spooning you, the way hobie is holding makes you think that he’s the only boy in the world. he falls asleep and you lie awake looking at the ceiling, you decide to go on instagram looking at people’s story until you see gwen’s story, it was a picture of her and miles in his car her feet up on the dashboard, the same car you were just in, the same car you had your first kiss in. that’s not even the half of it, the picture had a “besties” caption on it but you could tell from 20 miles away they were far from that. you take a picture of hobie asleep and post it, tagging him too copying the same caption as gwen had. after maybe 20 minutes miles replies to it “wtf? why are you letting hobie touch you like that? and i thought u had to watch your sister” “and i thought you and gwen were besties?” you reply back sending him the screenshots you send to your phone if gwen and miles text he starts blowing u up like crazy but you put your phone down and snuggle closer into hobie, maybe you could get even.

doing my own thing,

i’m down to come clean,

not like you.

lmk wat u think 😭.

#black reader #miles morales #across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #1610 miles x reader #hobie brown #hobie my beloved #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobart brown #gwen stacy #gwen x miles #margo kess #spider byte #female reader #Spotify

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strongheartneteyam · 8 months

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[ credits of the Neteyam pic go to @cinetrix ]

Champagne Problems

Part 3

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader

CW: reader overthinking way too much, trust issues all around, a bunch of angst, interspecies relationship, sexual tension, sexual content, past relationship trauma, commitment issues, reader feeling unlovable, unprotected sex, cowgirl position, exophilia, size kink, creampie, dominant reader, sub neteyam, use of "good boy", slight degradation kink, sex under rain (don't ask lol), territorial and possessive neteyam, neteyam wants to make reader his mate

Hi, my cute readers <3 I haven't posted an actual full smut in a good while lol Took me some time to write this chapter, ngl, but I kinda like the result. I always fantasized about dominating Neteyam so, today I HAD to finally write my fantasies down lol if y'all like the way I write dominant reader x sub neteyam, I can maybe write more smuts like this in the future. Lemme know what you think in the comments. It always makes me happy to read your words of love and encouragement. I love every single one of you. I don't have much to say now because I'm feeling pretty sad and idk... I just wanted to thank y'all for all the support you give me. You guys are truly precious to me. You'll never know how much. Here's a virtual hug to y'all 🥰

Slightly proofread.

Part 2: I know you're dying to meet me

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I know you wanna slip under my armor

See, everywhere I go I got a million different people trynna hit it

But I'm still alone in my mind

I know you're dying to meet me

But I can just tell you this

Baby, as soon as you meet me

You'll wish that you never did

Alone (Halsey)

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Your heart was beating dangerously fast and you could not speak. Neteyam had a power over you, whether you liked admitting it or not. He had you weak in the knees for him as he kept you imprisoned between his tall, broad body and the big tree behind you.

How was he making you so vulnerable? You hadn't felt like that when it came to guys in so long. You feared what that feeling could mean.

Neteyam knelt on the ground so you could look at him without hurting your neck.

"Sevin tawtute…" (pretty human) "I want you so bad. All of you, syulang…" (flower) "I know you want me too. You came and you're here with me. There's no need to play hard to get anymore."

Fighting against the rational part of your brain, you let your desire for him take over and moved your hand until it touched his chest, your fingers tracing his mesmerizing stripes that were a shade of blue darker than the rest of his skin.

"That's right, tawtute" Neteyam cooed, his breath faltering, your delicate touch giving him a rush of adrenaline, making him want you even more than he already did "Surrender to me."

You kept your hand on his warm chest and looked up at his face with eyes that were obviously bewitched by him as your mouth hanged slighty open. You could not hide what you felt anymore. Neteyam could tell how much you wanted that too, how much your body was calling for him as much as his body called for yours.

Neteyam looked deep inside your eyes with his big golden ones and grabbed you roughly by the waist, his huge hands squeezing you tight. His gaze never left yours. Neteyam kept your bodies together by holding you firmly against him. You felt like the air in your lungs was slipping away. You got even more breathless when he rubbed his hard cock against your pussy, making you give out a breathy, low moan.

His cock was still covered by his loincloth but you could feel it really well as he pressed it over your entrance. The thin fabric didn't do much to conceal his need. God, was he big…. Big is not even the word for it. And thick too. Your juices were leaving you all sticky between the legs.

It started raining. You had always loved when it rained while you were at the beach back on Earth and it was not different here on Pandora. You loved to go inside the Metkayina sea and feel water all around you, coming from below and above.

It was cold now. You wanted Neteyam's warmth but didn't wanna ask for it. You were cold and his huge na'vi body would help you get warm.

Maybe it wouldn't be that bad if you gave in to him. You were already there, in front of his hammock. You came to meet him, right? So you might as well give him what he wants. Sex. Isn't that what all guys want? The only thing they want? To fuck you and then leave you alone crying, if you're foolish enough to fall for them? At least that's how it had been for you all your life. You weren't even sure if you still believed somebody could ever fall in love with you. Or fall in love and stay. You didn't know. You were shivering with the cool water falling over your skin, giving you goosebumps and it was hard to think straight.

"You're cold, yawntutsyìp." Neteyam looked worried "Come. Let's lay on my hammock together and I'll keep you warm."

You thought twice before accepting it. But you ended up giving in and letting him take you by the hand and lead you to his huge hammock. You looked at it and realized how humongous it was compared to the hammocks that were made for humans. There were some back in the laboratory.

When the both of you stopped in front of his hammock, you took a good look at Neteyam's body. It was now even sexier with the drops of rain rolling down his toned chest and abdomen. You watched as the droplets fell through his thick thighs too. You had to admit he was fucking hot and you truly understood why he was so popular with girls. But that could also mean he was full of himself. You didn't know him well, you two had seen each other many times before but only from some distance. Neteyam had never talked to you before that night, even though you had noticed him looking at you many times when you had to go do some scientific researches on his tribe and he was around with his siblings. You never paid that much attention to it, though. You were used to guys looking at you. Not to be cocky or anything but you had been called "pretty" all your life and you knew you were attractive to many guys out there. Neteyam was just one of them, even if he stood out among the other na'vi for his uncommon beauty and you did, yes, feel drawn to him.

You watched Neteyam laying down on his hammock, his thick, fleshy thighs spreading over its surface. The stripes all over his thighs caught your attention again. You didn't understand why but you felt extremely attracted to his stripes. They made him exotic, different from what you're used to, unique… Looking at his beautiful dark blue stripes made you wanna bite his thighs.

You looked at him, still nervous but soon enough you gave in and laid next to him, by his side, your body pressing against his. Neteyam rapidly put his arm around your shoulders and, as his arms were huge compared to the ones of a human, his arm covered all of your torso too. You felt a little less cold now.

"You're so tense, tawtute. Relax, hm? Here, lemme make it better."

Neteyam took your face inside his huge hand, its warmth spreading all over your cheek as he got his mouth close to yours and softly kissed your lips. He took your lips inside his mouth slowly but eagerly and you felt pleasure creeping in all over your pussy. You finally started relaxing and a moan escaped your lips when his tongue touched yours and massaged it softly, over and over. Neteyam took that as a green flag that meant he could be bolder now.

He started to hike up your light violet dress that was soaked by the rain, exposing your thighs to him. Neteyam ran his hand up and down your left thigh "Hmm, tawtute… You're so fucking perfect. Damn, I can't believe you're here in my arms."

"Neteyam?" You said, out of breath

"Yeah?" His eyes were still fixated on your thighs

"Can I try something?"

"What do you mean?" Neteyam questioned

"I wanna dominate you, Neteyam. I wanna ride your cock." Your eyes were now seductive as you stared at him, your expression serious but alluring

Neteyam was caught by surprise. He did not expect you to say those words. But it did not mean he didn't like hearing them.

"Ah, baby… That's how I wanna see you. I wanna see you showing me your wild side. Wanna see my tawtute let go of her worries and just enjoy this night with me." a smile full of satisfaction adorned his beautiful full lips

You knew that meant he wanted to be dominated by you.

As you started taking your dress off, Neteyam's eyes were glued on your body. He wanted to feel every inch of you. He was in love with every single part of your body.

Neteyam watched you slid your panties down your legs and sit on top of him. You started rubbing your soaking wet pussy on his hard cock, still covered by his loincloth, and he whimpered at the friction. You didn't care about your worries anymore. All you wanted was to feel that huge, delicious cock inside of you.

"You're gonna have to take this off for me. I have no idea how to take your loincloth off. Seems complicated to put on." Your fingers grabbed the string of his loincloth and you were smiling and looking at him

He smiled widely, a dirty look on his face "That shouldn't be a problem. Give me a second, syulang."

Neteyam took his loincloth off with ease as he was more than used to putting it on and taking it off every single day. You thought the way he did that was so fucking enticing. Damn, every single thing that alien boy did was attractive in your eyes.

Once his cock was out and it moved back, towards his abdomen, you felt something primal coming over you. You wasted no time. In a second you were already on top of him, taking his big blue cock inside your small hand and burying it inside of you. Neteyam groaned when he felt your gummy, wet walls squeezing his girthy cock.

"Hmmghh…" You couldn't help but moan because of his size

"I know, tawtute… You feel so fucking good too…" He mewled

Neteyam's cock was so big it reached the tip of your womb every time you rode him. It hurt you but it felt so insanely good at the same time. You knew your pussy would feel bruised and used the next morning but you wanted that. You wanted to spend the whole day being reminded of how Neteyam's huge cock had been deep inside of you.

You could not stop grinding on him. You loved knowing he was so desired by so many girls but tonight he was only yours. That made you feel hot since you knew you were pretty enough to not only get his attention but to make him spend all that time back in the party trying to get you. And he did. He got you good.

Neteyam cupped both your breasts and squeezed them gently

"So fucking soft, oeyä tawtute…" (my human) "Just like I thought they would be."

You put your hands over his four finger hands and kept them there while you kept moving your hips, riding him like that cock was all you ever needed in your life. Your eyes were closed, as your chin was up and your mouth hanged open, pleasure driving you crazy.

"You don't know how hot you look riding me like this with the rain falling over your skin, your hair all wet… Eywa… I'll make you mine, tawtute. I won't let you be with anyone else ever again."

Neteyam's territorial side was showing itself, he felt possessive over you just like you were his mate already. And that's exactly what he wanted you to be. Neteyam wanted to make you his forever. He wanted to own your body and your soul, to own all of you.

Neteyam's desire for you drove him wild. You could see his animalistic side taking over him. And you loved it. You fucking loved it so much. It made your pussy clench around his cock.

"Yeah? You like how I ride this big cock, Neteyam? Did any na'vi girl ever ride you as well as I do?" You kept moving your hips and rubbing your pussy on him simultaneously. It gave you an enormous amount of pleasure since you were stimulating your clit at the same time you were feeling his cock inside of you.

"No, tawtute. You're better than any na'vi girl." He cried in pleasure "I only want your ‘ekxin little pussy from now on." (tight) "Only want you."

You grinned, devilish, and put your hand on his large neck "Who's my good boy?"

Neteyam's eyes were closed and his lips were parted as he was completely taken over by the way you were dominating him. Nobody had ever done that before, it was a new territory to him. He was used to dominating all the na'vi girls he had ever had sex with.

"I am. I am your good boy, yawne."

Damn, you got Neteyam calling you "yawne".

You chuckled "Yeah, you are, pretty boy. You're so good for me."

Riding his huge, thick cock felt like fucking Paradise. You were overcome with sheer lust. Neteyam wasn't the only one who was feeling animalistic. Humans were animals just like the na'vi and at that moment you were following your deepest instincts. You felt like a bitch in heat, all for him.

"Oh, oeyä tawtute… I'm gonna cum. Wanna cum inside your pretty, ‘ekxin pussy."

"Then cum for me, my needy, cocky boy. You're so fucking cocky but you're nothing when you're vulnerable like this under me." You laughed lowly, feeling proud of yourself for making such a mess out of that pretty alien boy

Neteyam came hard inside your pussy, a big load of his thick, warm seed painting your inner walls. It felt so good. Having his cum inside your pussy, feeling a little bit of it leaking out of your entrance because of how much he came… Fuck... your pussy started clenching around him again.

You watched as Neteyam breathed heavily under you, his chest quickly going up and down.

You didn't notice when it had happened but the rain had stopped falling.

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Taglist:

@iman-lu

@leaveitbythewave

@neteluvr (you still haven't answered my comment asking if you wanted to be tagged but since u seemed to love the first chapter... teehee 💕)

@layla2-49 (you left a comment on the first chapter 💗)

@jakesullyfatjuicypeen (you left lovely comments on the first chapter haha 💖)

@yeosxxx

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l3viat8an · 11 months

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HEY RO!!!!! 🌹

I don't remember which game or lesson it came from but I remember a scene where MC and Beel were looking through the fridge for a snack and there was a pudding(?) With Mammon's name on it and Beel said "Oh, this one has Mammon's name on it. That means it's up for grabs!" (Or something along those lines, I can't remember exactly) And It got me thinking...

Mammon putting a collar on MC with his name on it to "claim them as his own" but the other brothers just completely disregard it. In all honesty it only makes them more attracted to you. And they always make you leave it on while they fuck you! Mc is just passed around the brothers "Mom said it's my turn on the Xbox" style. The brothers also "use" you to get back at Mammon for various things he's done to them.

Lucifer: (this bitch is just on a power trip honestly)

He calls you in the middle of movie night with Mammon and tells you to come to his office right away. After you've been gone for some time Mammon comes after you to find you. He busts into Lucifer's office to see you absolutely covered in Luci's cum and Lucifer has you in a mating press on his desk, just ruthlessly ramming into you. He looks Mammon straight in the eye and chuckles sadistically as you cum on his cock again. And he just keeps on bullying your hole as he scoffs at Mammon

"Look at how pathetic you are~ Not even being able to protect your most valuable possession from me~"

Leviathan: (This bitch wants his money/stuff back, but for now he'll use you as retribution)

Mammon had gone out shopping and you were just chillin in his room, sitting on his bed and playing on your phone. Then Levi bursts into the room panting, fuming and yelling about his limited edition Ruri-chan figure. His gaze immediately locks on you and he grabs you. He drags you back to his room, mumbling about paying Mammon back for what he's done. He ties you up and edges you for hours until eventually, Mammon comes looking for you. Mammon is obviously enraged by the whole situation and Levi is just grinning sadistically, still torturing you, while Mammon throws a tantrum

"You took my prized possession, so it's only fair that I take yours"

Beelzebub: (Mammon ate his food)

You and Mammon are chillin on the couch, watchin some tv, but mostly talking. Beel wanders into the kitchen for a snack. Soon you hear a loud growl from the kitchen and Beel storms into the living room absolutely livid. He doesn't say a word to Mammon and justs plucks you off the couch and tosses you over his shoulder. He marches to the dining room with Mammon in tow protesting loudly. Once he gets there, he plops you down on the table and pulls up a chair. He rips off your bottoms and just goes to town eating you. He holds you in place (because Mammon is probably tryna pull you away) and just eats you for as long as he feels like even through your pleas for him to slow down.

"You ate my food, so now I'm going to eat them instead"

(Obviously everything is consensual w safewords and such in place. They do love you after all)

~🍒

Levi’s?????? Hsksheuwban-

Lemme just add Satan cuz this idea is lovely~ 🍒~

Satan’s been roped into tutoring you and Mammon again, but Mammon skipped. Coming up with some lame excuse like he had a photo shoot or something-

And while Satan’s always happy to get some time alone with you, this means he’ll have to tutor Mammon separately……and ofc you’re still walking around with that damned collar with Mammon’s name on it!! unless you end up distracted-

And that’s how Mammon finds you a few hours later, he walked into the library already sayin’ how he’s sorry he late and how his shoot ran long, only to look over and see you bent over the table while Satan pounds you from behind.

Satan doesn’t even falter as he makes eye contact with Mammon, “You’re late.”

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riverbutghost · 5 months

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Santa!Ghost. Nothing more. slight nsfw towards the end!!

He had lost. He had lost a fucking bet and he had to wear a fucking Santa costume.

His first thought was to cancel it all or just give them the satisfaction of making him embarrassed.

But no, he had pride. He wasn’t going to bitch and moan about sitting down with kids and taking pictures with them. Hell nah. He could do this. He would do this.

So he went to a store, bought a Santa costume (even though the workers looked at him like he was sick) and agreed with someone. He didn’t think there would be so many children. But oh boy, was he wrong.

And he was regretting it.

“Smile for the camera, Lt!”

Soap laughed while hitting Gaz’ back, making Simon’s scowl to get deeper.

Another kid sat on his lap, and his eyes dropped to the little girl with pigtails.

“Ho-ho, princess, what would you want for Christmas?”

His voice sounded energetic and happy, which made Soap and Gaz laugh harder. They were obviously recording it, to send it to the group chat of Task Force.

“i want a big Camaro, but my dad said it was for boys.”

The little girl pouted and looked at him with hopeful eyes. Simon looked at the dad, who was giving him a pointed look. He couldn’t care less.

“A car isn’t for boys, princess. I’ll give you one, here.”

The day went by, and Simon wasn’t as unhappy as he was before.

Soap and Gaz had left to eat, leaving Simon alone with a handful of kids.

The last boy wanted a real Santa to take home with him, and Simon almost gave in at his pleading. He never thought he would like children, but he enjoyed their cute little giggles as he gave them their presents.

“Hey, Santa?”

Simon cleared his throat and looked up, only to see you in an elf costume.

“came here to tease me sergeant?”

You huffed and sat down on the floor.

“i don’t think i have the right to tease you when i look like this-“

You pointed to yourself and Simon smirked a little. So you had lost the bet too.

“you look good though.”

You sucked in a breath as your cheeks got redder.

“you look good too, Santa.”

You playfully smile at him and got up.

“So, is your shift over?”

Simon sighed and looked at his watch.

“Yeah, i guess.”

He stared at you, eyes roaming over your body and how the elf costume hugged your curves.

He breathed through his nose, the fake beard itching his chin.

He suddenly felt too exposed, without his black mask and military uniform.

“Never thought i’d see you in a beard, Lieutenant. But it looks good.”

You bit your lip and turned around, swaying your hips while walking towards the exit.

His pants suddenly felt too tight, his neck felt too hot.

“What do you want for Christmas?”

He said, with a raspy voice. You cursed at the arousal that you were feeling when he called your name again. You turned around, feeling too hot and bothered with the elf costume.

“Hmm, lemme think.”

You took a few steps forward, reaching him in a minute.

“Yeah?”

You sat on his lap, giving him no chance to readjust himself. His hands automatically went down to your waist, reeling back as he looked at you with hooded eyes.

“I do want something, but i don’t know if it wants me.”

Simon sucked in a breath as you wiggled, making him squirm in his seat.

“I can assure you that he- it wants you.”

You smirked at him. Simon licked his lips as he saw the playful glint on your eyes.

“I have a problem, though…”

You mumbled and got up, getting rid of your elf costume in a minute. Simon’s cock hardened more if it was possible.

He whispered your name, hands going to your hips and pulling you on his lap as he ripped his beard off. You gasped at his naked face, hands finding his little stubble.

“handsome…”

He smiled lazily up to you, your hands rubbing his chest through the Santa costume.

“Hey Lt!-“

Soap gasped loudly and ran put of the room in a second after seeing you both devouring each other’s faces.

i was actually going to write it as a smut, but i have no motivation. School is killing me 👾👾👾

also, i have no idea how Christmas works since i was raised in a slight Muslim household but ended up being an atheist-

#call of duty #simon riley #cod mwf2 #simon riley x reader #call of dooty #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #ghost x you #simon riley angst #simon riley fluff #simon riley smut #ghost smut #simon ghost x reader

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remlionheart · 24 days

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Marinade

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ when i first decided that i wanted to write some yuuji angst, i had a v vague idea in my head of what it might look like, but when i tell you that this fic took me for a ride, i mean it. angel boy yuuji itadori finds himself mourning his 22nd birthday rather than celebrating it. sitting alone at a bar, overwhelmed by grief when he's suddenly greeted by the one part of his past that doesn't hurt to look at. 4.9k words. hurt/comfort, angst, smut, fluff, slice of life, shonen, literally everything and anything going on here. i was crying and smiling and rooting for these characters and i'm not sure that i'll ever emotionally recover from writing this, but i'm really happy w the outcome so lemme know whatcha think, luv you ♡ (also shoutout to my girl @bratbby333 for always being my biggest hype-woman and proofreading for me when i've looked at a fic for too long and start to hate it) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

now playing: marinade by dope lemon

Yuuji hadn't seen you since middle school.

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He remembered you as the girl who had pretty handwriting and a serious affinity for the color blue. The girl who would leave pastel origami hearts on his desk without ever saying why. The girl who'd hide away in the library during lunch instead of eating with the rest of the class. The girl who he'd watch on the bus ride home with a sinking feeling in his stomach, catching the way your eyes glossed over each time the driver stopped in front of your house.

He learned how much you loved to read and write that year. Glancing at you from across the study hall room, secretly jotting down what number was printed along the spine of your book so that he could get you the next one in the series. He'd leave it on your desk before class started, the same way you did with his origami hearts. Never saying a word about it.

He watched you fill countless journals, your face always so concentrated as you poured your thoughts into them. He’d stop by the shopping plaza near his house after school every time he noticed that you’d reached the last page, spending his allowance to make sure there was a new one waiting for you the next morning. Each one he gave you, a different shade of blue.

But it wasn’t until the last day of eighth grade that he finally mustered up the courage to break the not-so-silent-silence the two of you had been sharing for the last 6 months. He sat down next to you, introducing himself even though it went without saying. His eyebrows furrowed a bit when you wordlessly slipped out an earbud and handed it to him. A rare, but visible smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. He held it in his palm for a moment, his eyes drifting along your face as he brought it to his ear, letting the tangled white cord tether the two of you together.

He’d never heard the song before, but he still remembered thinking how fitting it was. Dreamy and melodic - just like you. The singer's voice was full of raw sincerity, adding another layer of atmospheric haze to the already heady beat while the chorus gradually filled the space between you.

He didn't have the right words to explain it at the time, but he felt lucky as he watched you stare out the window that day. Lucky to know how pretty you looked when the sunlight caught the side of your face. Lucky to know which fantasy novels you liked to spend hours losing yourself in. Lucky to know what type of music you listened to when you were deep in thought. Lucky, just to be sitting next to you.

His heart jumped around in his chest when your eyes met his again. Both of you exchanging the same somber smile as you realized what road you were on.

He handed his half of the headphones back to you, secretly relieved at how calm you still seemed despite the fact that your stop was next.

“That song,” he hesitated, the lyrics still swirling through his mind. “what was it –”

But his question came to an abrupt end as the bus began to brake, a new and overwhelming warmth dancing through his veins when he noticed how close you suddenly were to him.

His pupils doubled in size, his breath catching in his throat while you leaned in carefully, pressing the softest kiss against his boyish cheek.

"Have a good summer, Yuuji." you whispered, grabbing your backpack off the floor.

His hand rested where your lips had been, his gaze following you off of the bus. You made it about halfway up your driveway before pausing to look back at him over your shoulder, two lingering smiles blurring past one another as the driver hurried on with her route.

The next two months were filled with sunshine and soccer practice for him. Bike rides and camping trips and basketball courts. His days were usually full, but no matter what he was doing or where he was going, there was one song that was always on the tip of his tongue:

♫⋆｡ ♪ ₊ ﾟ“Do you want me? Just how I am? Do you need me and where I stand?”

One song that would forever remind him of you:

"Let's go steady, let's make a plan. Marinade on that for a little while." ⋆｡ ♪ ₊♬ ﾟ。

And he did.

He marinaded on the infatuation he felt for you the rest of that entire summer.

When August arrived that year and brought everyone back for high school, he was ready.

There were stories he wanted to tell you, questions he wanted to ask you. Playlists he wanted to make with you. Books he'd found while thrifting that he wanted to give to you. Daydreams he had of roaming the halls and laughing with you. Visions of bringing his lunch into the library so he could eat with you. He couldn't wait to hear about your summer. Couldn't wait to catch up with you. Couldn't wait to see you.

Unfortunately for you both though, life had other, much darker plans in store for the pink-haired boy who just wanted to carry around your books for you and hold your hand during passing period.

He was called out of class early on the first day. Forced to leave the building before he even had the chance to see you as he frantically tracked down the nearest shuttle and rushed across town to get to the hospital. His grandpa’s health had been on a slow decline, but after his most recent fall, it had suddenly started to plummet.

Yuuji missed the majority of that week, dedicating all of his time to the man who had essentially raised him. He would bring him food and sit with him for hours even though he was mostly incoherent. He’d tell him about his day and leave flowers by his bedside. He'd watch reruns of old game shows with him that they used to watch when Yuuji was little, completely ignoring the nurses who would say things like, "You need to give yourself a break.”

The hospital staff tried their best to get him to take a day off. To go back to school and live his own life, but Yuuji just couldn’t. His grandpa was the only family he'd ever really had. There was no way he was going to leave him. He ditched the comfort of his bedroom and began sleeping on the cramped hospital futon next to the grey-haired man, teaching himself what each machine hooked up to him was responsible for and what vitals they monitored. He’d sometimes leave throughout the day, but it was only for a couple of hours at most. He'd return with more flowers and books to read to him. By the third week of school, he'd missed almost every single one of his classes, but he didn’t care. His priorities were firm.

Yuuji stayed by his side - day in and day out, until the very end.

When he woke up to the sound of erratic beeping and codes that he didn't understand being called out by nurses, he knew. He knew in his heart that this was it. Amongst the chaos were two sets of shaking hands reaching for each other, his grandpa's last words hanging heavily in the space between them,

“Yuuji... You're a strong kid, try your best to help others, okay?”

He remembered thinking at that moment that there couldn’t be a worse feeling. That he couldn’t possibly have anything else left to lose. He was only 15 and he was now officially all on his own as he watched the only parental figure he had let out his last breath of air.

He had no family, no future, no chance.

Fate was a cruel and calculating thing though. A few days after the funeral, Yuuji discovered that he did have a future. One that was irreversibly sealed the minute he stepped foot into Jujutsu High. He had to let go of everything he'd known in exchange for the damning task of becoming a vessel for Ryomen Sukuna. He had to trade in his mundane role of being a high school freshman for the daunting responsibility of becoming a first-year sorcerer. And arguably the hardest thing of all, he had to give up the simple pleasure of sharing a set of tangled headphones with you to try and save a world that didn't truly care about him.

There was no room for normalcy anymore. This was his new life and it was ending, one day at a time.

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He sat at a nearly vacant bar by himself, staring down the empty glass in front of him, watching the ice melt as he ran a shaky hand along the back of his neck.

It was 4 o'clock and he was only one of two people here this early. The lights and music were still being adjusted by the workers. Cups being stocked and coolers being filled for the inevitable Saturday-night rush that would come in the next few hours. His goal was to be absolutely obliterated by then - to already be on his way back home before the swarm of college students took over.

He paused, noticing the calendar hanging by the craft beer list in front of him. His heart stuttered a bit as he blinked back at the date. No wonder he'd been feeling so reminiscent lately.

He leaned over the counter hoping to find the bartender who'd poured his first drink, but to no avail.

He grabbed his glass, sucking down the very last drop of whiskey it had to offer, trying desperately to drown out the realization that today was his 22nd birthday and the people who should be here with him weren't.

Almost every friend he'd made over the last ten years had been ripped away from him. They were scattered memories. Familiar voices that he did his best to hold onto. Faces, names, deaths that followed him everywhere he went.

Middle school and the innocence of just wanting to hold a pretty girl's hand while she walked down the hallway were long gone. He was an adult now. A very tired and traumatized adult.

He peered around the corner again, half-tempted to jump over the bar and pour himself another drink when the stereo kicked on, an overwhelming wave of pure, deep blue nostalgia flooding over him without warning.

His back straightened, his eyes suddenly darting towards the speaker as the lyrics drifted across his skin, causing every hair on his body to stand up at once.

"She wanted to die by a river. She wanted the tide to come up and drag her away, so that when she's dreamin', she can watch the tree line fall away." ⋆｡ ♪

It was the same hazy melody that he'd spent an entire summer listening to on repeat. He still knew every word, every beat. It was muscle memory the way his fingertips began to drum along the counter when a bartender finally emerged from the back.

"Sorry, do you need a –"

Time stilled, the glass nearly slipping from his hand as your gaze caught his.

"Yuuji?"

Despite how much you'd changed since the last time he saw you, your voice was somehow just as soft as he remembered it being.

He stared back at you in quiet disbelief, guilt quickly settling in the pit of his stomach as he thought about how fucking strange and unexpected this all must feel for you too.

From your perspective, he'd spent all of 8th grade trying to befriend you only to up and leave without even saying goodbye. And now, 7 years later - he was at your work, looking back at you like you were an actual angel, and forgetting every word he knew.

Your eyes stayed locked on his for another moment, both of you studying the person in front of you before you finally let out a shaky breath and smiled at him.

"Here," You offered, suddenly feeling the need to soothe your own nerves too. "On the house."

He tried to tell you that he could pay for it, but it was too late. You were already pouring two shots and motioning for him to put his wallet away.

"Okay, fine. But..." There was a glimmer in his eye as he pulled his glass away from yours. "What are we toasting to?"

The smile he gave you felt like a warm hug. One that you didn't realize you needed until you had it again. "Oh," You stammered, trying to ignore the blood that was rushing to your cheeks. "What about... To old friends?"

He nodded, still wearing the same expression as your drinks lightly knocked together. "To old friends."

He couldn't help but grin again at the little shiver that swept across your body as you finished yours.

Your hair was longer, your features a bit more mature, but your mannerisms were all the same. You were still the girl that was made up of mid-day sunlight, handbound books, and shades of blue that were too pretty to exist in this world.

You grabbed a beer out of the cooler and slid it to him, once again ignoring the credit card he tried to hand you. "Yuuji, relax." you leaned against the counter, resting your head in your hands so that you were eye-level with him. "They're not gonna go bankrupt over a $2 IPA, I promise."

"If you say so."

You both exchanged the same small smile, his finger lightly running along the counter. "So," he cleared his throat, completely unsure of where to start. "How've you been?"

It was a loaded question, maybe even a dumb question considering how much time had passed, but he didn't care. He really did want to know how you'd been. What you'd been up to. What type of things you'd been writing about. What your Spotifty playlists looked like. What you did on your days off. He wanted to know everything. All of it.

"Well," you exhaled, trying to find an easy way to condense the last seven years of your life. "My parents..." your eyebrows furrowed, realizing that you'd never gotten the chance to tell him why you used to dread your old bus route so much. "My parents finally got divorced..."

“Oh shit, I’m sorry -"

“No,” You said swiftly, not wanting him to feel bad for asking. "It was more of a relief than anything. They used to fight, a lot. My mom wasn't always the nicest when she drank... It probably should've happened way sooner to be honest."

His breathing slowed as memories of you with tears in your eyes walking up your driveway smashed through his mind. He'd promised himself that he would ask you about it one day, but he had no idea it'd be this much later on. He'd wanted to talk to you about it as kids. Wanted to know what scared you so much about going home, but he didn't know how. It was the reason why he left journals on your desk. The reason why he never let you go without the next book in your series.

For everything he couldn't say, he tried to show. But he'd failed you on both accounts the day he disappeared.

"My parents separated my -" you paused, eyes dragging to his as you corrected yourself. "our graduation year."

He nodded, doing his best to digest the thought of you walking down the aisle in a cap and gown with the weight of your parents' downfall on your shoulders.

"But, after that," you smiled slightly. “I applied to college and got accepted. Started working here. Got my own apartment. And I don't know...” you shrugged, "I think in a weird way, things happened the way they were supposed to. It was like everything needed to fall apart before it got better, you know?"

He smiled back at you, your last sentence lingering in the space between you as he reached for your hand. He probably wouldn't have understood that sentiment a year ago, but watching your eyes widen while your fingers slowly tangled into his, he knew exactly what you meant now.

"I'm really sorry I wasn't there..." His thumb brushed against the side of your hand, steadying himself as he let 15-year-old him and 22-year-old him come together to say what they had both been holding onto for so long. "I didn't want to leave. I just -"

Your heart swelled in your chest, watching him blink back tears he wasn't prepared to shed. "Life got really hard for a really long time for me too. But, whenever I felt myself drifting... I thought of you. Thought of the way you'd glance at me from over your book during class. Thought of the way you smiled when you thought no one was watching. I thought of you... all the time. And it was like, no matter how dark things got, it reminded me that life could be good, because it was at one point. So..."

Your hand tightened around his, two sets of glossy eyes now staring back at each other as he forced himself to say what he should've years ago. "I'm sorry that I wasn't there, but... I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere."

You were dizzy with emotion. Swimming through feelings that you'd kept buried for nearly the last decade. The thoughts you'd only been brave enough to write down. The overwhelming urge to kiss him again and again and again until neither one of you had any air left in your lungs.

Your mouth opened and then closed, your body saying more than you were capable of with how desperately you were holding onto him.

You weren't sure what you were doing. Didn't have time to think or care about the repercussions of your impulsiveness.

"Hey Mai," You called out, "I'm really not feeling well. Think I'm gonna go home."

Yuuji's head was shaking no, but the surprised smile tugging at the corner of his mouth was saying otherwise. "What're you doing?" he whisper-shouted, watching you run around the bar to grab his hand again.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Mai yelled from the back, but it was too late.

You and Yuuji were already gone, practically sprinting alongside each other, laughing as you booked it across the parking lot.

"First the free beer and now this?"

"They won't go bankrupt over me missing one day." You winked. "C'mon, I wanna show you something."

You may have been leading the way, but he was still the athlete between the two of you, purposefully slowing himself down to not be right on your heels. But when he noticed you starting to pant as the road curved into an upward slope, he reached out for you, gently spinning you around to face him.

"Come here." he knelt down, positioning himself so that you could easily wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

He carried you piggy-back style up the hill, the sun fading into an array of pink and orange as you pointed out every bookstore around campus, explaining which ones were your favorites and why. Promising to get matcha with him tomorrow at a local coffee shop you passed. Asking him about his time at Jujutsu High and trying to wrap your mind around what little he was able to tell you as he swore that he'd fill you in on the full story when the time was right. You caught him up on what he'd missed the last three years of high school and how your college classes had been going. You talked about libraries and ghosts and laughed about how in 7th grade he'd joined the occult club just because he thought it'd be an easy after-school credit.

By the time you'd finally reached the spot you'd wanted to show him, the moon had almost completely replaced the sun. Your cheeks hurt from smiling and your hands were full of a mixture of different flowers that he'd picked for you along the way.

"This is..." he trailed off, watching the sky shift into a deep blend of blue and silver. "Beautiful. How'd you even find this place?"

It was an abandoned park surrounded by overgrown trees that overlooked the city, only one rusted swing set left to its name. The hike you had to endure just to find it had more than likely been the cause of its demise, trekking up here with a backpack was hard enough, let alone a stroller.

"I kinda found it by accident." You shrugged. "I was working on an art project and needed a good view of the skyline. I looked up a bunch of different places online, but then I saw this spot and just knew."

Yuuji pulled off his hoodie, sweat trickling down his neck from the late-summer heat as the two of you sat in the grass, his arm gently wrapping around your waist.

There had been so many times you'd sat in this exact same spot by yourself, wondering what the odds were that you were both somehow looking up at the same star.

Your head rested on his shoulder, a warm gust of air swirling around you as you both looked out into the distance, watching the way the stars faded into the Tokyo lights.

"Hey, Yuuji?" You twirled a blade of grass between your fingers, not wanting to ruin the moment, but still needing to be sure.

"Yeah?"

"You promise, right?"

"Hm?" He could hear the concern in your voice, his grip tightening as he pulled you closer.

"You promise that... you're not leaving again?"

"I swear, I'm not going anywhere. And if I do," His eyes returned to yours, his free hand attentively resting under your chin. "I'm taking you with me."

You nodded, warmth washing over you as he traced along your jawline, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

Your fears were lost to his touch. Your worries dissolving into the sincerity of his voice. Your need for reassurance wholeheartedly met when his hand cupped your cheek and his lips finally caught yours. Seven years' worth of pent-up feelings pouring out between the two of you, hands roaming and little moans slipping out between breaths while you tugged on the collar of his shirt to bring him closer. He was gentle but eager. Soft but secure. Perfect, in every way.

He hovered over you, easing you onto the grass as he made a makeshift pillow out of his hoodie for you to rest your head on.

You smiled as his lips drifted from your mouth to your neck, his palm delicately traveling up your shirt, pulling your bra to the side while he helped slide your tank-top up over your head. He kissed your collarbones, whispering sweet little praises into your skin. "You're gorgeous, you know that?"

He rested a hand under your back, steadying you as his tongue flickered across your chest. He took his time, making sure to give each nipple the same amount of attention, still humming things like, "the prettiest girl I've ever seen" while his hand traced over your hip.

He tugged at the waistline of your shorts, looking up at you through his lashes as he began to leave featherlight kisses along the inside of your thigh, his blood racing at the sounds you were suddenly making.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

You whimpered out a broken "yes", practically dripping when his fingers spread you apart. He watched you writhe beneath him, drawing slow but firm circles around you. Trying not to lose himself to the way your legs were already shaking for him.

"Yuuji," you whined. "I -" his mouth was ghosting your center, his fingers still playing with your clit while he held you in place. "I n - need you." your voice was heady, lost somewhere in the clouds the faster he went. "I wanna f - feel you, so bad."

"Yeah?" He smiled, his breath still fanning across your core as his digits prodded carefully at your entrance. He groaned at how beautifully your walls swallowed him. "I wanna feel you too."

Your head lulled back, eyes pointed at the sky while your hand tangled into his pink hair. His mouth was warm and heavenly, his tongue running uppp and dowwnnn your center, saliva mixing with slick while his fingers plunged into you.

"Oh, fuck."

He only went deeper the louder you got, flattening his tongue against you with just the right pressure to keep you saying his name. His ring and middle finger hitting spots you'd never been able to reach yourself. You were clenching around him, your thighs locking around his head as you rocked against his tongue.

"Yuuji - you're gonna make me -" he thought it was adorable the way you struggled to get more than two words out at a time. "Fuck, I -"

"Mhmm, just like that."

He was in the same daze you were, sliding in and out of you feverishly until he finally felt the blissful release of your walls spasming around him. Your body suddenly unable to hold it in any longer as you gave him the privilege of really tasing you.

"Oh my god," he moaned, faithfully lapping up every bit of you he could get, only pulling away when you started begging for him.

"Yuuji -" It was needy and light-headed. "Come here, come here. Please."

The way he lifted his head up, smiling at you with your cum dripping down his chin made something inside you ache.

You pulled him towards you, desperately wrapping your legs around his waist as he began undoing the buttons on his pants. He kissed you, again and again and again, using it as a pleasant distraction while he wriggled himself free.

He took a breath, both of you watching in blitzed out awe as he lined himself up with you. "I love you." he whispered, your eyes widening from the blend of his words and the feeling of his tip slowly entering you. "Always have."

His hair brushed against your forehead as he parted your lips with his tongue, your nails digging into his neck with his first full thrust. You were so tight and warm around him.

He tried to ease into you, encouraging you while also making sure you were comfortable. His voice sweet as honey as he asked you things like, "Is that okay, baby?" and "Aw, you like when I go deep like that, huh?"

Your gaze locked with his, your eyebrows knitting together the faster his rhythm became.

You'd thought about this moment before. Thought about what it might feel like, but nothing could've prepared you for the way your heart would race at the sound of him moaning, "You're doing so good for me." The way he'd hold you, looking back at you with stars in his eyes as he filled every inch of you.

"Yuuji -"

"Let it out, baby. S'okay." He whispered, his hand reaching for yours. "I've got you."

Your vision was blurred by the feeling of his tip meeting your cervix, warm summer air brushing against your skin as you reached your breaking point.

"I love you." The words left your mouth so fast you barely had time to register them, but then... they wouldn't stop. It was the only phrase you remembered how to say. The only emotion you remembered how to feel. "I love you." you whimpered again, feeling yourself tighten around him as your confession became more frantic. "Oh - mygod, Yuuji. I love you. I love you. I love - you."

His movements were suddenly beyond his control, his body completely succumbing to the grip of yours. "Fuck, baby - I -" He didn't know if he should pull out. Didn't know if he could pull out. His head was everywhere, his mouth dropping open the longer he watched you.

Your legs locked around him in heady reassurance. "Mm'mm, d - don't stop." You panted. "Cum with me."

It was a sentence he'd only ever thought he'd be lucky enough to hear you say in his dreams.

His hips stilled after one more thrust, your walls holding him tight as he began to twitch inside you. His forehead pressed against yours, his arms struggling to keep him propped up.

You exchanged the same exhausted smirk, leaning up to kiss him while he carefully pulled out of you. A blend of fluids spilling out onto the grass beneath you as he laid by your side with his forearm over his face, trying to regain his composure.

There was a calm silence that settled between you, the both of you looking up at the stars before you rolled over to reach for your shorts, letting him catch his breath while you dug something out of the back pocket.

"Here." You said, unraveling a tangled pair of headphones and handing him one.

His eyes widened with the same curiosity they had 7 years ago as he held it to his ear, your head resting on his chest while a song he knew all too well flowed through the small speakers connecting you. A smile splitting across his face as he held you closer.

"You know, I think you were right." he exhaled, running light fingertips along your arm. "Everything did have to fall apart before it got better."

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hoeforhao · 10 months

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🪧. ⚜️ Eclipse ⚜️ Prologue // Wonwoo FF//

⸙͎ pairing: dad!wonwoo × fem!reader

⸙͎ synopsis: what happens when you meet your lover from your previous life, except this time he is a dad coupled with zero memories of you two.

⸙͎ genre: heavy angst, some fluff, reminiscing of memories, happy ending?

⸙͎warnings: war trauma, mention of death, ww2 era love, flashbacks, rebirth/reincarnation

⸙͎ word count: 437

⸙͎ author's note: hehe it's finally wonu month as well as mine!!! so this is my special series as a gift for both my and wonu's birthday♡

Lemme know if y'all want a happy ending or sad ending for this.

"Bubbles run fast, why are you tortoising through the hallway hmph" the little ball of joy kept dragging you down the gallery, galloping like an excited baby bunny, eager to introduce her favorite person with her other favorite human, a.k.a her father.

"I'm not an eleven year old, bursting with energy,kiddo like you Elara!!! Please run slow Ms" panting like a dog, you two finally reach the party venue, all decked up in peonies and gilded with stardust.

"There he is" one last swish from El and that's when your entire world stood still. A feline looking man, permed locks cascading down his forehead, face plastered with the biggest smile the world has ever witnessed while his eyes form the perfect cresents on the night sky of his temples.

I mean it's not that unnatural for women to be smitten by such beauty, right? But for you, he wasn't just another random nerdy looking man you've met on the streets, someone straight outta the books. No! H-he... he was your moon, one that eclipsed over your pain, your anger, your flaws and in return made you gleam the brightest in the galaxy.

☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.

"Wonu-yah quick quick close your eyes and make a wish" you tightly press his biceps while bringing both of your palms together to wish upon the falling star.

"Yah silly girl, you know i don't believe in these." a slight mocking smile leaves wonwoo's lips as his lightly pinches your mochi cheeks to break your concentration.

"Yeah yeah sure sure! Why would you even need to wish for something when you have everything" getting up from the boulder you two were sharing and straddling your way through the beachy sand, you stomp away all angry.

"Okay okay I'm sorry bubbles. Tell me what you wished for" a pair of soft yet firm hands entrap your body from behind, while a cute stubby nose rests on your shoulder.

"For you to hold my hand in every universe and lead me through it. For you to always come home to me ; and for you to entwine me in your orbit in every life" single drops of tears making it way down your cheeks as you hold wonwoo's hands in yours. "W-we won't ever part tracks right? I wanna see the beauty of this world with you, enjoy each and every element only if you're there to clasp me into your arms through everything; and then finally bloom together from the soil again."

"You'll always be the star to my moon, darling. Never alone never separated, always shining bright together."

Oh only if they knew....

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kitseddie · 8 months

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This Must Be The Place

Chapter 6: Life On Mars?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 7

(Eddie Munson X GN!Reader)

Summary: Eddie is a dumb idiot and doesn’t talk about his feelings. He should work on that.

W/C: 3.7K

Warnings: smoking, miscommunication

A/N: Eddie is a jealous baby and Steve is also a himbo who doesn’t connect dots super well. I know in reality that Steve would of probably mentioned a new neighbour to Eddie but I didn’t think about that when I wrote this ❤️ so leave me alone just enjoy the fluff okay????

“Hey honey, why don't you head down to that video store and find us something fun to watch?”. Your mother called from the living room, as you brought her and your stepdad a hot cup of coffee. A sigh escaped you, you wouldn't mind a nice movie night with your family but you didn't really want to run the risk of bumping into Eddie. Despite your short lived night of nostalgia, he’d still continued to be distant for the past week or two and you couldn't figure out why.

“Uh, I don't know if I'm up for driving Mom, I've had a long week”. She sighed looking a little disappointed and you started to feel an ache in your chest. Maybe you could put your insecurities behind you for enough time to rent out a couple of movies, besides you couldn't even be sure that he was working today.

You reached out and picked up your keys, as you watched her eyes light up. “Just a quick drive and no complaining about my picks, alright?”. She nodded and mimicked the zipping of her mouth as you smiled and headed out. The whole drive your legs felt like jello, why were you so damn nervous? You were acting like a child. When you pulled up you let out a deep breath, siking yourself up as you headed inside. The bell rang and you quickly noticed that the place was empty, you silently thanked the gods and started rushing around the family section for something to take home. When you were satisfied with your choices you stacked them on the counter, trying to avoid any small talk or eye contact.

“Oh nice, I actually rented this a couple of-”. You raised your head at the familiar voice, widening your eyes in shock. He paused mid-sentence and smiled at you, equally as surprised.

“Steve? You work here?”. He grinned, scratching the back of his neck, his cheeks blushing a little. He did a pretty good job at keeping that a secret until now.

“Uh yeah, kinda lame I know. But gotta pay for the beemer somehow.” You smirked at his awkwardness, you didn't have any issue about him working here. It was kinda sweet. He continued ringing you up when you chuckled and shook your head.

“I can't believe you never told me! I mean…a friend of mine actually works here too.” He raised his eyebrow, bagging up your videos.

“Oh yeah? Lemme guess, Robin?”. He gestured to the girl whose eyes were glued to the ground as she focused on not dropping the high stack of tapes she was holding. You chuckled, glad for her sake that she didn't notice you.

“No actually it's-”. Right on cue, he appeared. You sighed and relaxed your shoulders, your eyes meeting his. “Eddie.” You almost whispered, Steve was stunned as he turned to his coworker in confusion. Eddie didn't look very happy, but he hid it well enough to fool Steve.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He said weakly, looking between you and Steve. You smiled and stood there awkwardly, struggling to think of something to say. Robin followed the sound of your voices and stumbled out from the back room and onto an awkward interaction.

“I uh, I didn't know you guys worked together. I guess Hawkins is smaller than I thought”. Eddie still looked like he was on edge, walking a little closer to Steve.

“And how did you two get acquainted?”. You could sense the tension and it felt a little familiar, Eddie used to be super protective over guys you were seeing in middle school. He wanted to make sure you were in good hands. But he seemed to be getting it all wrong with Steve.

“He's my neighbour.” His eyes slowly turned back at you, slipping his hand from Steve’s shoulder. Robin was holding her breath, only now connecting the dots.

“Your neighbour”. He repeated, mainly to himself as he looked between you both coming to his own realisation. Steve nodded seemingly on edge, not understanding why Eddie was acting so defensive.

“Eddie, can we talk for a second? I mean, if that’s okay with you guys.” Steve nodded, handing you your tapes as the older boy followed you outside the back door. He immediately reached into his jacket pocket for a cigarette and took a drag. “When we were dropping off Max that night…you saw me, didn’t you?.” He was struggling to make eye contact, taking another long drag before finally looking over at you.

“Yeah, yeah I saw you. Saw you in Harrington's car days after moving here and I just…I don’t know I just got in my head about it.” You didn’t get it, didn’t get why he wouldn’t just speak up so you could talk it out. Why would he bottle up his emotions like this and just push you away? Why not be open and honest about it? What was he so afraid of?

“I get it, you’re protective and you’re worried about me and that’s so sweet Eds but I’m not a little kid anymore, you don’t have to look out for me.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head and rubbing his hand against his face.

“I’m always gonna look out for you, I’m always going to protect you. That’s my job.” God, he was so sweet, even sweeter than you remember. He threw his cigarette butt on the floor and ground it into the sidewalk with his boot. “As charming and deviously handsome as I am…sometimes I get a little…insecure. Totally on me though. Something for a future therapist to charge me $60 to talk about.” You shoved him and he chuckled, what he didn’t know was that this was not just on him. Because it was your job to look after him too.

“Or you could save the $60 and talk to me.” You reached out and grabbed his hand, stroking his knuckles gently as he started to relax. “Or you could just give me the $60, totally your call.” He smirked at that, rolling his eyes as he pulled you into a hug. You closed your eyes and squeezed him tight, you wished it could be like this. Always like this. Robin and Steve peeked their heads around the open door, catching a glimpse of the interaction.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t recognise them from the video store,” Robin muttered, shaking her head at his obliviousness.

“You were in the way!”. She rolled her eyes and stared back at him, her hands on her hips.

“Or in the movie theatre?”. He grew frustrated at the accusations, both you and Eddie watching them both bickering as you chuckled.

“It was dark! Come on, cut me some slack!”. Robin stormed off into the building, Steve following closely behind as you both giggled. He glanced down at you, getting a little lost in your eyes as he patted your shoulder.

“You should probably get home, kid, your mom will wonder where you’ve gotten to.” You nodded as he walked you back inside, you pulled Steve into an awkward hug over the counter and waved goodbye to Robin. He opened up the front door and you grinned, always the gentleman.

“What time do you get off work?”. He seemed surprised by your enthusiasm but glanced down at his watch to check the time.

“Like five. God, you’re not gonna make me study are you? You know Sunday is the day of rest”. You almost snorted, there's that playfulness you'd been missing. That old Munson charm.

“Oh God, no. I just… it's kind of lame but after going back to the trailer park with you, I've been feeling sort of homesick. I thought maybe I could stop by after you're home?”. His brown eyes gleamed against the sunlight, his head nodding gently.

“Stay by the phone, I'll call you when I'm home.” He smirked revealing a movie from behind his back. The Goonies. “On the house. Don’t tell Steve.” He whispered, as you crossed your heart and smirked. There was a small pause as you considered pecking his cheek, but backed out at the last second. Instead, you pulled him into another hug and said your goodbyes before climbing into your car, a smile clinging to your face the whole ride home. You were finally getting Eddie back.

You wandered into your house with a stupid grin on your face, swaying the bag of tapes back and forth and collapsing onto the sofa. Your mom and stepdad shared a knowing look raising their eyebrows at your new sunny disposition, you just glanced over to them and smiled finding it impossible to hide your grin. They didn’t even question it, telling you to pick a movie as you slid in the copy of The Goonies that Eddie had snuck into your hand before you left.

Halfway through the second movie, you heard the phone ring, rushing up to your feet and almost pulling a Robin in the process. With a deep breath and a cough you watched it ring a couple more times before finally picking it up. Can’t be too eager to answe. You muttered a casual hello, pretending you didn’t just almost sprain your ankle rushing to answer as you could almost hear his grin through the receiver.

“Heard this was a number for a good tutor, think you can squeeze me in?”. You snickered and rolled your eyes, he was so cheesy.

“Didn’t anyone tell you? Sunday is the day of rest”. Okay, so maybe cheesy was okay by you. This line earned you a chuckle, filling your chest with a new sense of pride. You heard a small meow coming from the background as you smirked thinking about his ringed fingers scratching behind the ears of the trailer park cats. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you had company”.

He huffed a laugh, clearly not expecting the phone to pick up her demands for food. “Yeah, we’re having dinner if you wanna join, how's dead rat sound?”. You scrunch your face in disgust as a shiver runs down your spine at the thought.

“Ah you know, I actually had dead rat for lunch”. He chuckled and you could sense him shaking his head, sighing dramatically down the line.

“A shame really.” You nervously twirled the chord with your finger waiting for him to invite you over. “I got a better idea for some food, come meet me in the woods by the trailer park.”

“Daunting pickup line, but I have no concern for personal safety so I’m in”. You noticed your mom and stepdad eavesdropping and trying to subtly crank their necks to see what you were up to. “I’ll be there in 5.” Oh right, the movie. Your mother’s eyebrows were cocked at an angle as you sat next to her and held her hand in between yours.

“It’s okay. It’s Eddie again, isn’t it?.” She knew without you even opening your mouth, you just nodded with a shy smile and she waved you off as you rushed upstairs to get changed into something warmer. You threw some essentials in your bag and wandered out to your car, kissing your family goodbye.

God, you were beaming, you didn’t know what the hell had gotten into you. These few weeks of distance and disinterest had been slowly eating away at you. It was becoming strangely clear that Eddie’s company was really important to you. You shook it off and pulled into the spot behind his van, noticing him perched on his doorstep having a smoke and giving chin scratches to his fluffy friend. When he lifted his head to meet your eyes his face morphed into a wide smile, it was comforting to know he was just as happy to see you.

“Didn’t know you had a lady over, hope I’m not interrupting”. You dropped your bag near the steps and sat in the empty spot next to him, watching her rub up against his leg and purr like a chainsaw. “Wow, she really likes you, got catnip in your pocket or something?”. He turned to face you with a look of shock, as you giggled.

“That’s cold. Is my alluring charm and selfless generosity not enough? You have to resort to asking if I have cat drugs in my pocket? I’m hurt.”He slapped a hand over his chest and tilted his head leaning closer as you rolled your eyes and shoved him.

He chuckled and tapped his knees before rising to his feet, offering his hand out to you. Your wide eyes stared up at him and grabbed it as he pulled you to your feet. He picked up your backpack and spun you around, pulling your arms through the straps before throwing his own around his shoulder.

“After you.” He held out his arm and gestured in front of you as you went ahead, trailing towards the woods.

The outstretch of land that started from the edge of the trailer park went on for miles, there were a few paved pathways but it hardly mattered since the ground was mostly flat anyway. It was springtime in Indiana, meaning there was still a touch of frost in the air, especially during the night. It wasn't even seven o’clock when you headed out and it had already started to get a little darker. The moon illuminated the sky through the thin layer of clouds, and the stars twinkled above you both as you shared a grin and headed deeper through the trees. Muddying up your sneakers as you stumbled through the dirt and leaves that stuck to your feet.

Eddie stopped and you almost slammed right into his back, as he rested his palms around his hips and turned around with a grin. It was still pretty dark so you pulled your flashlight from your backpack and shone it over the secluded area. Two large logs sat on each side of a pile of sticks, rocks carefully circling the circumference. Without a word, he laid out a blanket on one of the logs and patted the seat next to him. You sighed and joined him, blowing on your hands and rubbing them together feeling the nip of the crisp air. He pulled his lighter out of his pocket and held the flame to the sticks, watching it slowly start to burn as you smiled.

“This is usually the part of the movie where we get killed by the local legend who lives in the woods”. Eddie chuckled, reaching deeper into his bag and pulling out a cassette player.

“Yeah well, pretty sure bigfoot was last seen in Kentucky, so I think we’re safe.” You laughed but then started to get a little scared, I mean…bigfoot or not, weren't there bears in these woods? You did not come prepared for bears. “Close your eyes”. He demanded as you raised your eyebrows and he stared at you, waiting. You decided it was best not to argue so you did as he said, hearing the sounds of him rummaging through his bag.

“Okay.” He said almost under his breath as you took that as confirmation to open your eyes. “Voila!”. The floor was littered with snacks that upon further inspection happened to be ingredients.

“Marshmallows, chocolate and gram crackers…now if only we had-”. He cut you off, pulling two long wooden sticks from behind his back as you smiled widely. S’mores. “Eddie Munson, you sure know the way to my heart”.

“S’mores are the way to your heart? God, you're a cheap date”. You gasped and barged his shoulder with yours as he chuckled and pressed a marshmallow against the tip of the stick. He snapped a gram cracker in half and piled some chocolate in the middle, trapping the marshmallow in between both halves.

“Hold it at the bottom, alright?”. You nodded and grinned as it started to all melt together, your eyes were glued to the roaring flame as you pulled it back. You placed it on your lap to cool, as you mirrored what Eddie did for you but with his stick as you handed it back to him. He started to hold it over the flames as you pulled his hair over his shoulders so it wasn't close to the fire.

“I missed you.” You blurted, his head snapping back to look at you as he lost his grip and dropped his s’more in the fire. He muttered a ‘shit’ and backed away, watching it slowly melting over the sticks. With a deep sigh, he fell back against the log and held his head in his hands. You nudged him, his eyes glancing over as you handed him half of yours.

“I missed you more.” He smiled, staring back at you as you both took a bite and groaned in approval. Fuck, that was a good s’more. You high-fived and finished up as you noticed a bit of chocolate on Eddie’s cheek, you subconsciously licked your thumb and held his cheek to wipe it off as he immediately pushed you away. “Gross, I don’t want your spit on me! Personal space issues or what, Jesus”. It was a little too dark to see but you swore you saw his cheeks blush red.

You noticed in the corner of your eye the cassette player resting on the other side of him, hooked up to a pair of headphones. Leaning over you grabbed it before he could stop you, you’d got your own at home but you didn’t think to bring it considering only one of you could listen at a time. He watched you intently as you untangled the wire and he moved closer, gently placing the headphones over your ears. You stared back with doe eyes and smiled.

“There’s this song I wanted to show you, it’s not my usual sort of thing but I kinda like it.” He skipped through the mixtape and landed on the one he was looking for. He gently placed the player on your lap and waited to see your reaction. It started with some gentle piano and as soon the vocals kicked in you recognised the artist immediately. Bowie. Eddie likes Bowie. You closed your eyes as it kicked in and the wails of the guitar mixed with his voice made you feel like you were on another plane of existence. And during all this, Eddie was marvelling at you getting lost in the sound and wondering how someone could look so beautiful.

“God that was…awesome.” Your eyes met his, he never looked away not even for a second. He smirked and pulled them off your head, placing them back in his bag and shoving some more marshmallows on your sticks. “Thanks for bringing me out here, Eds. I think I’ve had so much going on with work that I forgot how stressful it is moving cities.”

“Nothing to thank me for sweetheart, like I said before I love hanging out with you. It’s cool to uh, get my best friend back…”. You shared a genuine smile between the two of you, as you just looked into the fire and listened to its faint crackle. As you watched the flames dance and the small remnants of ash float against the wind you started to think back to the memories you shared in these very woods.

You and Eddie were always inseparable, even from a young age. The woods were the perfect place for a couple of kids looking for an adventure, full of small caves made from giant rocks and gentle streams that ran throughout the area. Your family would always give you hell for coming home late, covered head to toe in dirt and bruises. You’d search for the tallest tree you could find and race to the top, picking a solid branch to rest on as you watched the sunset.

“Hey, pack your shit. I got an idea”. A curious look appeared on his face, packing up his bag and following closely behind you. If your memory serves you right, it wouldn’t be too far from here. It took about ten minutes of silent walking, glancing up at the tops of the trees before you found it.

“Where are we-“. Your arm stretched out to stop him in his tracks, staring at the sky and pointing above you. His eyes followed and he almost gasped. “No fucking way”.

Standing before you was a large oak tree, the trunk decorated with a now unstable set of ladders made from cheap pieces of plywood and secured with numerous rusty nails. It leads up to a small treehouse, with a shattered roof and no door, covered in dirt and moss. The wood was damp and split, with regular wear and tear as a result of the Indiana climate over the past decade. But it was once a house built on memories. Of laying against the floor, reading each other your favourite books and laughing at your own stupid jokes.

“I can’t believe it’s still here.” It needed some work, but the fact it was still standing after all this time was a miracle. Eddie went to open his mouth when your wristwatch started beeping, oh yeah, Monday tomorrow. “Fuck, I gotta head back home, up early and all. See at school?”. He nodded, placing a hand on your back before moving forward with you.

“Lemme walk you back, don’t want Bigfoot following you home.” He saw your unamused face and chuckled to himself.

“Not funny.” You threatened, his smile never shifting. And he did just that before you even realised you had circled back to your car. “Tell Wayne I'm sorry I missed him.”

“Don't worry, I'm sure you’ll be back again soon”. Your eyebrows rose at his confidence, squinting back at him as you unlocked your car door.

“That's pretty presumptuous of you, Munson.” He huffed out a laugh and pulled you into him, pressing your body against his chest. It came as sort of a shock, he was never the one to initiate the goodbye hug but it was actually kinda nice. So you relaxed and you hugged him back, holding him tight as the scent of cigarettes and cheap deodorant crept up your nose.

“Call me when you’re home safe, okay?”. He pulled away and held onto your arms until you nodded with a smile, he muttered another “okay?” as you muttered one back. And you felt it again, that weird and strong urge to kiss him goodbye that was met with a stronger feeling of anxiety and dread. So you hopped into the driver's seat and backed out of the trailer park, waving out the back window and watching him through your rearview. You’d be back soon.

Taglist: @honey-eyed-munson

#eddie munson #stranger things #reader insert #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things fic

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uriekukistan · 3 months

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Kaneki for the character ask? 👉👈

My first impression: the reason i got into tg as much as i did. before i watched i hadnt watched a whole series since i watched death note bc i couldn't find a main character that was as interesting to me as light...and then i found KANEKI

My impression now: i still love him, especially once i read the manga. similar to how i was w death note, i haven't been able to get through another series since tg bc i can't find another mc that interests me as much as kaneki or light. he's so cool and fucked up what a silly guy

Favorite thing about that character: i love when they're insane (pt 400049589208520). i also feel like aggravatingly similar to him sometimes so that's always fun. analyzing him is like analyzing myself

Least favorite thing: analyzing him is like analyzing myself. also anime kaneki is...not as badass as manga kaneki lets leave it at that...

Favorite line/scene: where do i even start...ig this is more of a haise moment but it's also a kaneki moment lowkey at the beginning of re when he's going against nishio and haise is like losing his shit and brain kaneki is whispering in his ear yeah that was so cool and sent chills down me idk. also when he broke half of ayato's bones what a sick lil dude i love it

Favorite interaction that character has with another: back to the beginning of re when haise kinda switches into the kaneki personality when he's going against nishio and he says "i don't think you want to know me" and does the finger crack ooooh lemme tell you i was kicking my feet in bed at 4am watching that bc first i was like ohh its kaneki (as we know the anime doesn't explain shit) and then i was like if i was nishio i would run away bc that was so scary ooooh i love it

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: i think we needed more kaneki and hide interactions like i know we got a decent amount but like. there should have been more.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: im so bad at this ummm mello from death note bc the world beats them down and tells them theyre not good enough throughout their childhoods, so they grow up with this idea that they're always inferior and it eventually turns into rage but also a deep incurable loneliness. and if you go with the theory that kaneki actually died and was not saved by ayato at the end of the series (which i enjoy bc i love pain and suffering), then they both die alone unable to protect those they care for or fulfill what they think they're life's purpose is okay im gonna go cry now

A headcanon about that character: he definitely wrote fanfiction in middle school are we kidding

A song that reminds of that character: class of 2013 by mitski

An unpopular opinion about that character: did he really deserve a happy ending? he did a lot of bad things, mass murder, cannibalism, destroyed lives and families...but maybe i just love pain and suffering...i do want to see him happy too but i just.

Favorite picture:

this was so hard because ishida's art is beautiful, but this had to be it. this kinda encompasses everything i love about ishida's art - the portrayal of emotion, the use of ink heavy pages to show tension and conflict, the despair, like its just so good

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul :re #tgre #kaneki ken #sasaki haise

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butlersbabe · 2 years

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Good Man’s Land– Cowboy!A.B. x reader

a/n: lemme just say, y’all are the real mvps for being so patient with me on this chapter. writers block and just being very unmotivated has really put a damper on my craft. i really appreciate all of you who have stuck with me. i love you all <3

warnings: drama drama drama. a couple time jumps. i took forever on this so if there’s something wrong, PLEASE lmk. swear words, mentions of sex, so maybe minors dni just in case. light angst. a pinch of fluff. this chapter is a fucking mess, i’m so sorry. it’ll get good, i promise.

w/c: like 3.3k? idk

be ready for lots of fluff AND angst next chapter 👹

part two 🐮

Part III.

You knew Austin was really close to Olivia. That didn’t bother you. But she really liked him. And you could tell she liked him. And that’s…That’s okay. Austin wasn’t yours. You guys just had sex once. That doesn’t mean he’s yours. Austin wasn’t yours. Hell, you didn’t even like the guy a week ago, why do you feel a burning pit of jealousy deep in your stomach?

“Olivia!” Mama got up and went to hug her, “It’s so nice to see you again, gorgeous.” Olivia was gorgeous. Perfect teeth, perfect nose, perfect lips, perfect. She was perfect. Papa even said hello before the two sat down on the couch practically on top of each other. You sat on the other end, shoving your face in your phone hoping everything would stay out of sight, out of mind. “How have you been?” Papa asks, opening the newspaper while Mama heads to the kitchen to finish supper. “I’ve been well, Mr. Y/L/N.”

“Just call me Papa, Mr. Y/L/N was my father’s name,” He chuckled.

Fuck, not her too.

“Okay, Papa.” Olivia smiles and settles into Austin’s arm that continues to stay glued to her hip. “I’m moving back to Marfa! On Oak Street! The cutest little townhouse you’ve ever seen. My parents decided Dallas was more their style. I tend to gravitate towards small town living.”

“That’s lovely, Olivia!” Mama hollers from the kitchen. “Yes! And I already have a job at the bank!” She exclaimed. “Amazing! That’s amazing, honey.”

You can’t recount how long it took Mama to finish supper. You could’ve sworn it wasn’t ever going to end. Luckily it did after an actual 15 minutes. The meal was finished in that time too. With it still being only around 8:30 pm, Austin suggested watching a movie. Mama and Papa figured it would be fine, but the two would end up leaving after 30 minutes. The movie wasn't all that great, anyways. That’s why you left an hour after the movie had started. You also couldn't stand watching the two cuddle and laugh at the film. It disgusted you for some reason. They looked so meant to be, it made your stomach turn.

“I’m going to bed.” You say, getting up, taking your phone and placing it on the side table so you could gather your blanket up. Chuck, a cow dog that thought he was a lap dog, hops from his place on your legs and follows you. Austin throws his free hand up and groans at you. “Aw, c’mon, darlin’. This is the best part.” You ignore him and keep on your way to your room, dragging your blanket with you. “Goodnight, Y/N!” Olivia hollers, Austin says the same right after.

In your room, you and Chuck enjoy the silence of the room but you're still confused as to why you felt such disgust while in the room with the two of them alone. It was obviously jealousy but you couldn't exactly figure out what else was tugging your nerves. You strip down to your bra and underwear from the hoodie you wore to hide anything and see the marks Austin left along your collarbones and breasts. Unhooking the bra, you took it to your hamper and threw it in then grabbed a shirt that had belonged to Austin. Your grandma didn’t like getting rid of clothes so you had accepted any shirts he’d wanted to get rid of. Cleaning the shirt didn't really get rid of his smell though. Shuffling over to your bed, you noticed your phone was missing. You asked Chuck if he knew where it was. He whines at you. You already knew you had left it downstairs with the happy couple. Your eyes couldn't roll far enough. Slipping your house shoes on, you make your way out of the door and to the creaky-floored hallway. You could hear your Papa’s snoring over the movie playing down in the living room. Luckily the floor stopped creaking at the stairs, it was starting to get annoying and you didn't want to wake your Mama up, she’s a light sleeper.

You turn the corner to the living room and see Olivia and Austin nearly eating each other’s faces off. You hit the corner, only paying attention to the pair making out on the couch. You startled them and they quickly disconnected. Before you could listen to what Austin was about to say, you quickly turned and made your way up the stairs, forgetting the phone. The burning was unbearable. It sat in the back of your throat, begging to be let out. Unintentionally, you slam the door. You stand before the mirror again and pull the collar of the shirt down to peek at the hickies again. Finally, you broke. You felt used. You didn't want to believe you’d given something to a man who already had access to it. He only came to apologize for getting into your pants. Sadness turned to anger. Heartbreak. Whatever it was. You felt played for a fool. Thankfully, Chuck was there to ease the pain.

The next morning, you’re up before Austin and Mama. You get up and pull out a button up and jeans and get dressed. You let your hair do its own thing, placing a cowboy hat over the messy strands. Walking out of your room and down the stairs, you met Papa in the kitchen. “Good morning, Papa.” you alarm him. He turns with a confused smile on his face, “Mornin’, Pops,” He answers. “Whatcha up so early for?” He was bewildered, completely stunned that you could even wake up this early. “I’m just ready to get started with the day. And I was out a bit late yesterday morning.” You say, grabbing a rice cake and the peanut butter jar. “What's on the agenda today, Papa?” You spread the chunky peanut butter across the cake piece. “Well, we're gonna go get the cows fed, count the chickens, then we gotta go to town and get some groceries. Austin can get the hogs fed and washed while we do that.”

You nod and head outside with him, wiping your hands on your denim clad legs. Jagger, Elvis and Diana are all making a fuss in the stables, ready for their day. You and Papa take your horses, leaving Elvis for Austin as per usual, and make your way to get the cows fed. Feed bags rested on the back sides of the horses. The four of you go out to where the cattle are and start to sprinkle some cake pellets to lead them to the hay bales. “C’mon, ladies!” Papa hollers at the cows. He points out Lady Marmalade, a pregnant milk cow who’s spots and blobs make it look like she’s wearing some hairy lingerie. He tells you about how she’s gonna pop any day now and you two had to figure out how to get her into the pen for observation. You warned that that specific job may be for him and Austin. He agreed.

Once that was done, Austin met you and Papa in the chicken coop area. You collected eggs while Papa milked a few cows just feet away from the coop . The hens were a bit feisty today, but you told yourself you weren’t going to fight anyone or anything today. “G’mornin’, sunshine.” He said towards you, his bright white teeth presented in a smile. “Go away.” You hiss, finishing the egg collecting. “What?” He laughs, acting stupid about the whole him-and-olivia-making-out-on-the-couch-last-night thing. “Don’t you have a face to be sucking off, right now?” You ask, passing him but not without a possibly intentional shoulder check. “No, I don’t. The only one I want to be doing that with is you.” He follows you to the house and inside the kitchen. “Really? Because you made it seem like Olivia’s face was so delicious last night.” He rolls his eyes and throws his arm midway up. “I don’t like her, Y/N. I rather hang around you and your laugh and your smile. I like hearing you making fun of my accent or the way I walk.” He said, “I really enjoy your company, and we just got caught up in the moment. Nothing happened. I promise you, Poppy.”

“Don’t ever call me that.” You didn’t know why but your anger had reached a peak. He was telling you how much he adored your presence but you saw him enjoying someone else’s last night. He didn’t think you were stupid, right? “You can call my grandparents Mama and Papa all you want but that does not give you the right to call me Poppy. They’ve earned getting to call me a nickname. All you do is play with my emotions. And I-I just can’t take it anymore.” You stammer with fat tears gathering in your eyes. Why were you about to cry? After placing the eggs in the crate on the counter, you walk past him once again. On your way to busy yourself with more chores.

Sitting in the passenger's seat, you listen to the radio as you and Papa drive down the dirt road. It was some old love song with a happy ending. You hated it. “Papa,” you sit back in your seat from your prior position, perched on the open-windowed door. “How did you know you liked Mama?” You ask, letting out a huff. He chuckles and looks at you with a smile that could be described as “I already know what this is about”. He placed a hand on your knee and squeezed it. “I knew I liked Mama when I started hating seeing her talk to other boys our age. I hated seeing her smile at any other boy that wasn’t me. I hated knowing that I wasn’t the only guy who’s jokes she’d laughed at.” He replaces the hand back on the wheel with the other.

“You like Austin, don’t you?”

Your brows furrowed and you shot him a dirty look. “Absolutely not. He’s an asshole-”

“Language.”

“I’m sorry. He’s an a-hole. He doesn’t like me and I don’t like him.” You cross your arms and rest them on your chest. It was true, you really didn’t like him, that’s what you kept telling yourself at least. “I like boys who don’t bully me and mess with my feelings.”

“So you do like him. And that’s okay. Mama and I knew there was a chance that you two would get a little cozy with one another. But we didn’t expect it so suddenly.” He spoke in a way that sounded so wise but he was only stating facts. “I believe that you and him should probably revert back to just coworkers, friends, you know? Just so you don’t get hurt.” He pets your hair and looks at you for a split second. All he wanted was the best for you. And maybe Austin wasn’t that. “Mama wants you guys to do what feels right.” And for some reason, Austin had felt right.

“But I do like him, Papa.” You peep, turning your head to look out the window. “I don’t want to be just coworkers. I want him to like me back but he just likes that Olivia girl.” You hiss. He laughs at you and shakes his head before explaining that “He and Olivia had been messing around for years now. If they haven't gotten together by now, they probably never will.”

“What if he doesn’t want to be with me?”

“So what if he doesn’t? He’s a dirty, ole cattleman who will be here until he decides it’s time to leave. And he’s been working for us for nearly 8 years. Go find you a man who is a bit more in your comfort zone. Someone who thrives in the city and wants a big house in the suburbs. Don’t settle for our ranch hand because he has blond hair and blue eyes.”

Papa knew what you wanted, you’d talked about it since when you were young. But maybe that’s changed all because of Austin. Maybe you’d be okay with living in the country and being a farm lady. Have four kids and two dogs. A few barn cats and assorted animals. You kinda hoped that things would lead to you really wanting that with him. But Papa was right. Why were you really considering even being with Austin? You questioned just about everything that had to do with his name.

“You’re right.”

Back at the house after all the groceries were bought, Mama had you put up all of them while the men were off doing god knows what. You left out hamburger meat to thaw and let hamburger buns. The other dog, who’s name you’d learned was Hank, sat next to you and begged for you to drop literally any. He wasn’t supposed to eat any human food otherwise he’d want more. So you drop the slightest piece of raw meat on the ground. “Don’t tell Mama.” You whisper to him.

“Poppyseed, you better not be giving that damn dog any food.”

“I’m not!” Well, not anymore.

A week flies by.

You and Austin had spoken to each other only during work hours. Stayed up thinking about how things would’ve worked out if you had just stayed home. If dad had made enough money. If mom hadn’t passed. If you just hadn’t met Austin. Anything but the situation you were in right now. You worked your ass off. Just trying to distract yourself from the cowboy. You saw Olivia twice. Once at church and then the grocery store. Austin usually went to see her at the bank or her home.

The day continues on. You held onto what grandpa said about not settling. And he was right. You shouldn’t have to let all your plans go to waste because you liked a hillbilly from Marfa, Texas. You didn’t want to live on a farm for the rest of your life, you wanted to be anywhere but. However, you’d gladly do that for him…Funny what simple infatuation does. You stayed away from Austin as much as you could. You didn’t want to get caught up in another talk again. It broke your heart how much he seemed he cared but maybe he didn’t care at all.

Usually, Papa and Mama were in bed at 8:30 pm. But oddly, they were still up at 10. You could tell they were discussing something, it seemed really serious. They weren’t yelling but they definitely were talking with a purpose. It didn’t frighten you but curiosity definitely was present. But you digress. You keep on your way to the kitchen past their room. You meet Austin there, quickly turn around to go back to your room. You’d get water later or something.

“Hey. Don’t leave, please.” He asks. He sighs and you walk back into the kitchen. “I really apologize, Y/N. I didn’t realize how much seeing me with Olivia would hurt you. I didn’t even think you cared about me like that.” Austin says, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t.” You lied, taking a glass from the cupboard. “Yeah, I was upset but that doesn’t mean I like you.” You filled the glass with ice and water before sitting it down on the counter. “If you don’t like me, why wouldn’t you just brush it off?”

“I don’t like you, Austin.”

“You’re lying. And I hope you are because after that night, I realized how much I might actually like you too.” He says, words started to get caught up in his throat. “Even before then, I felt a way towards you. I knew I couldn’t help it and it just came out wrong. I hate that I treated you so badly in the beginning because when it started to matter, you didn’t want to talk to me. That’s why I came and apologized. And now you don’t talk to me unless we’re out on those damn horses.”

“And then you fucked me and made out with Olivia the next day.”

“I was confused, Y/N! I didn’t want to like you, I was hoping something would spark between her and I. It’s fucked, I know-”

“Yeah, it is fucked. I really thought you could’ve been one of those guys who stuck with one girl but you don’t. And that’s fine but I will not be one of your pawns.”

“Y/N, you’re not. I like you.”

You had to leave. Your glass of water stayed in the kitchen, but you had to go away as soon as you could. Damn, you sure cried a lot here. But it made sense. Everything that’s been going on, it’s been a lot on you. Now this? Austin’s just going to admit his stupid feelings? You didn’t understand. You felt him following you as you quickly walked to your room. He said your name in hope you’d turn and stop but you didn’t. You kept on until you reached your room, slamming the door. He comes bursting in just seconds after, closing the door as softly as he could being so riled up.

“Get out!” You say through your grit teeth. He obviously wasn’t going to do that so you shove him, barely moving an inch. “Go away! I don’t want to look at you!” Your eyes are clouded with tears and you go to shove him but he catches your wrists and pulls you into his embrace. His hold on you was solid but caring and when you tried to pull away, you wouldn’t budge. “Y/N, stop, please.”

“No! You stop!” Your voice is soft but so full of emotion. Anger, sadness, regret. You didn’t exactly know what was going on with your feelings. “Y/N, stop. Please. Let me talk.” You become less frantic give about 30 seconds and you look at Austin, trying to keep your cool. He lets go of you and walks over to your bed. You follow and sit next to him. His fingers run through his hair before starting to talk. You could tell he was nervous.

“Look, Y/N…” He starts, rubbing his palms on his thighs. “I really do like you. And I was hoping that maybe you’d be so kind as to let me have a chance. Or at least a do-over.” Austin’s eyes finally find yours, they’re soft and vulnerable, something you’ve never seen before. “I just really have started to care for you and I’ve realized that I wouldn’t mind hearing your laugh everyday or just being around you.”

“Austin, you don’t mean that.”

“I really do.” His hand finds a spot on your thigh, his eyes still connected with yours. “So, if you’d be so nice enough as to let me have a chance, I’d like to take you to dinner.”

“Dinner? Where?”

“Planet Marfa. It’s a little bar and restaurant. It’s cute and I want to take you there. We’ll eat and dance, I promise it will be worth it. So, can I take you?”

As much as this man has hurt you in the past, you still wanted to go. You liked him and that wasn’t going to dissipate any time soon. You really wanted to give him a chance and he seemed serious about it. “Sure.” You say with subtle uncertainty. But you were so excited to say the least. This is what you wanted and you finally had it.

“Great.” Austin leans in to give you a small kiss. “Amazing, actually. You’ve made me a happy man. We’ll go Friday night?” He says getting up and walking backwards to the door. “Friday night, got it.” You smiled. And he walked out, but then opened the door again to say good night. As he closes the door again, you have a giddy grin that couldn’t go away. You were going on a date…with Austin.

You throw the covers over your body and pick up your phone to text your dad.

hey, dad! i just wanted you to know i’m going on a date this friday :)

He answered almost immediately which didn’t surprise you a bit. His job didn’t allow him much sleep.

That’s great, baby! What’s their name?

his name is austin! he works at the ranch with mama, papa, and i.

You’re falling in love with a cowboy? Why am I not surprised?

lol. i’m excited. but i just wanted to let you know! goodnight <3

goodnight, baby. i’m happy for you.

You turn your phone off and sit it back on the nightstand. You fell asleep happy, such an opposite feeling that what you were just feeling. Something you hadn’t done in a while. This was going to be good, you were going to make sure of it. You couldn’t let this cowboy break you heart again.

part four 🔥

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crissiebaby · 10 months

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The Padded Palace Act III: Chapter 10

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. Be sure to check out the link in the description if you need to start all the way back from the first chapter in Act I! I hope you enjoy!

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“Ellie, you in here?!” shouted Connor as he entered the nursery, his expression flatlining as he only found Stacy and Riri sitting apart from each other. After scouring the house for nearly twenty minutes, he was beginning to lose hope of finding the rambunctious Little on his own. He looked to Stacy, hoping to get this over with sooner than later, “I don’t suppose you’d at least tell me if she’s in here or not?”

Smirking, Stacy had no intention of telling Connor anything. “Sowwy Connow! Chus jus missed her. I fink she went dat way?...No! Dat way fo suwe,” she said as she sat atop the changing table folding herself into a new diaper, “Oh, I hope chus don mind, by da way. I wooda asked my cawegivew but he was noticeabwy missing for whadevew weason.”

Riri, on the other hand, was more than happy to help. She set down the doll she was playing with and jumped up from her seat before rushing over to tug on Connor’s sleeve. “I didn see her come in here,” she said, earning a glare from Stacy, “Buh I can hewp wook if chus wans.”

“Um…sure. Thank you, Riri,” said Connor, deciding that if he was going to deputize one of the Littles, at least Riri would be the best option, “You check around the living room and the kitchen while I take the bathroom and the basement.” With a plan now in motion, Connor and Riri fist-bumped, ready to regain control of the Palace.

Unfortunately, not all were pleased with the way the evening was developing. “I-I wanna hewp wook too!” shouted Stacy, leaping off the changing table and running over to stop Connor from leaving the nursery, “Ewwie wiww come out if she heaws me. Chus’ll lemme hewp, wight Connow?” She wiggled her phone in her hand, drawing Connor’s eye toward it.

Stopping as Stacy leaped in front of Connor at the nursery door, Connor groaned, his patience reaching its endpoint. “Riri, can you give Stacy and me a moment?” he said, his voice devoid of the typical, upbeat energy he possessed.

Reading the room, Riri cleared out without another word, not wanting to be caught in the crosshairs of what was sure to be an eventful face-off. “I’ww just go wook fo Ewwie,” she said, scampering off toward the kitchen.

Left alone with Stacy, Connor backed away from the door, linking his fingers together and draping his arms over his neck as he let out the world’s heaviest sigh. “This has to end, Stacy. For two months, I’ve let you take advantage of me. You were careful at first, but you’ve become a tyrant whenever Latasha isn’t around,” he said, his stoic tone causing Stacy’s smugness to melt away, leaving behind a sadistic scowl, “So…I’m going to tell Latasha what’s been happening when she gets home. The dirty diaper, the blackmail, all of it. The only reason I’m not telling her now is that I don’t want to ruin her trip.”

In the back of his mind, Connor wasn’t certain if he was bluffing or not; uncertain how Latasha might react to him keeping such a humiliating secret for months without telling her. Though it didn’t really matter if he chickened out in the end. So long as Stacy backed off, who cared if he was lying?

“Ugh! That’s so lame!” yelled Stacy, dropping her lisp as Connor’s declaration completely threw her out of character. Unless she thought of something fast, not only would the fun idea she had for this evening be down the drain but her control over the Padded Palace moving forward would be greatly lessened. Luckily, if Stacy was anything, she was quick on her feet. If Connor wanted to confess, there was no way she was going to let him stave it off until Monday, “W-Well, since you’re gonna tell her anyway, why don’t we just tell her right now together? And before you say it could ruin her weekend, I can assure you it won’t. If anything, being at CrissCon has probably only put her in a more dominant mood.” She began drafting up a text to Latasha, keeping an eye on Connor as she hoped this would scare him into bending the knee once again.

Falling into Stacy’s trap hook, line, and sinker, Connor’s eyes went wide as his heart skipped a beat. Having only just decided to potentially come clean to Latasha, the idea of confessing in the immediate future was enough to break him. Acting on pure instinct, his hands moved forward on their own. “D-Don’t!” he yelled, attempting to snatch Stacy’s phone from her hand and put an end to this once and for all. Sadly, Stacy’s reflexes, while not anything to write home about, were still fast enough to prevent him from fully grasping the phone. However, she was unable to stop him from impacting the phone entirely, his hand knocking it free from Stacy’s grip and sending it flying across the room.

Reacting instantly, Stacy shoved Connor back before turning and making a break for the phone. Unfortunately, in her haste, she failed to spot the doll Riri was playing with lying motionless on the floor. As her foot made contact with the doll, it created an uneven terrain, sending her tumbling to the floor.

This gave Connor the opening he needed. He sprinted into action, racing toward the exposed cell phone. He wouldn’t make it far, though, feeling a pair of small hands latch onto his ankle as he ran past Stacy’s prone body. Soon, he found himself face-planting on the carpet much like Stacy did, his hand slapping the ground only a few inches from the edge of the phone.

Stretching his fingers toward the mobile device, Connor gritted his teeth as he wiggled his legs around in hopes of dislodging Stacy’s hand. This had the unpleasant side effect of causing his jeans to slide downward, exposing his pink pull-ups to the nursery air. He didn’t have time to care about that right now, though. If he could get to that phone before Stacy and delete the photo, this whole nightmare would be over.

Meanwhile, Stacy wasn’t about to give up her newfound control without a fight. She got up onto her hands and knees and began slowly crawling up his body, pinning him down with her body weight as she inched toward the phone. “Admit it! You-GAH! …You’re just like the last guy Latasha brought in. Just another pervert getting off on everyone here!” she said, climbing fully into Connor’s back which felt more like a mechanical bull with how hard he was trying to throw her off.

“I don’t know…what you’re talking about!” shouted Connor, his confusion over Stacy’s claim quickly being pushed to the wayside to attend to more pressing matters. Having barely made any progress toward reaching Stacy’s phone, he decided to switch tactics, twisting his waist right as Stacy’s head entered his peripheral view and attempting to push her back.

Since neither Connor nor Stacy were very good at physical confrontation, their brawl wasn’t impressive in the slightest. Between Stacy getting the upper hand by being on top and Connor’s slightly superior strength, the situation had left them stalemated. As a result, they both ended up tangled up in each other’s arms, unable to move in any direction without one of them giving in. And tragically, neither of them seemed like they were planning to give in any time soon.

“L-Let go of me, you dumb diaper baby! It’s not like a baby brain like you would even know how to use it!” said Stacy, hoping that she could throw Connor off with some vicious mockery.

Shaking off Stacy’s wholly ironic argument, he scoffed as Stacy’s words only compelled him to dig his heels in more. “That’s funny…last time I checked…you were the one wearing an actual diaper!” he said, struggling to verbalize his comeback thanks to being compressed by Stacy’s body.

“W-Wuh awe chus two doin?!”

Suddenly, both Stacy and Connor froze as they heard Riri’s voice from the other side of the nursery. They slowly turned their heads toward her, spotting both Riri and Ellie in the doorway. “H-Hey, you found Ellie…that’s…awesome…” said Stacy sarcastically, feeling the control she had over Connor slip away as his newly found diaper fetish was now on display for the whole Palace to see.

Unsure of where to look first, Ellie and Riri’s eyes shifted between Stacy and Connor’s in-progress scuffle, the exposed pull-up that was peeking out over Connor’s jeans, and the cellphone that was just out of reach with a very incriminating photo of Connor on it. Their jaws dropped as their brains worked overtime to process so much new information all at once. “Why…wuh…when…” stuttered Ellie, failing to come up with a proper question to help clear up her bewilderment.

“I think you left out where, how, and who,” said Stacy, making a light joke over the fact that Ellie was too stunned to formulate a full sentence, “Don’t worry, I’m sure Connor would love to explain. Right, Connor?”

Focusing his thousand-yard stare on the words “Skye was here” that Skye had lovingly written on the side of her crib in crayon, Connor was too in shock to even look at the other girls, much less say anything. He slowly lowered his head to the floor, knowing that the authority that he had worked so hard to cultivate as a caregiver over the past two months had evaporated in one cruel moment.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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dokujirai · 2 years

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#71 海 (Ocean) Superhuman Share House Story 『CHARISMA』

TL Note:

Suikawari (スイカ割り: watermelon splitting) is a popular game in the summer where they split a watermelon in half whilst blindfolded.

Watch the track here.

Kei: Shit, ‘s hot…

Ohse: I’m gonna die…

Terra: I’m burning up…

Rikai: But it’s a great change of pace!

Amahiko: ECSTACY---!

Everyone: Yaaaaay!

Iori: We’re finally at the beach!

Terra: Last time we were here, we fell off the cliff with our bikes!

(Everyone laughs)

Iori: Everyone, I have your drinks right here!

Iori: Water, soda, barley tea, iced coffee, beer

Iori: Anything else you guys want?

Iori: Oh also, I can make some shaved ice if you want, just let me know.

Iori: We can also have Nagashi Soumen--

(Iori goes lightspeed while everyone watches him)

Everyone: Oooooooooh-- WAAAAAAAAA!!

Kei: Io!

Iori: Hm?

Kei: What was that move ya did just now!?

Kei: Ya were movin’ so fast, it looked like there were 4, no, 5 of you!

Iori: Looks like the Spirit of Service has surpassed a need for a physical body!

Terra: Don’t do weird things like let the “Service Ghost” possess you.

Fumiya: I’ll take some strawberry shaved ice, Iori.

Terra: Don’t use him.

Amahiko: You don’t have to move around so much like that, please just enjoy the beach.

Iori: Got it!

Iori: Well then, I’m off to go catch some fish and shellfish for a barbeque!

Amahiko: You didn’t get it, did you…

Iori: Selflessness! Contribution!! SERVICE!!!

Iori: BURDENS!!

Rikai: He dived into the ocean while shouting “burdens”...

Fumiya: He looks like he’s having fun, it’s fine.

Terra: Hey, I need one of you to go to the bathroom with me.

Fumiya: To the bathroom? Why?

Terra: I need a bodyguard.

Terra: Whenever I go anywhere, people just keep flocking to me ‘cus I’m so beautiful. I understand how you guys feel about me, but it’s just kind of a pain.

Amahiko: I understand, Terra-san.

Amahiko: I shall go with you.

Terra: Come on, Fumiya-kun.

Amahiko: Eh?

Fumiya: No way, that’s too much work. Go do it in the ocean.

Terra: Moron.

Amahiko: Terra-san, I volunteer a-

Terra: Rikai-kun?

Amahiko: Eh?

Rikai: Please go to the restroom on your own.

Terra: Haaaahh~?

Amahiko: Terra-san, I will go with you.

Terra: Shouldn’t you guys be happy you get to feel like my fake boyfriend?

Amahiko: Terra-san, Amahiko will do it.

Terra: Are you even listening to me?

Amahiko: I heard you loud and clear, Terra-san!

Terra: Come on, don’t ignore me.

Amahiko: I’m not ignoring you, Terra-san.

(Terra goes on about how this is Fumiya and Rikai’s chance to be his plus one)

Amahiko: Terra-san. Terra-san? Amahiko is right here. Can you see me? Terra-san! TERRA-SAAAAAAAAAN!

Kei: Hey.

Ohse: Hm?

Kei: What’re ya doin’? We came all the way out here to the beach, go hang out with everyone else.

Ohse: You too.

Kei: Come on, own up to your feelings.

Ohse: No, I can’t.

Kei: Don’t ya know you’re gonna regret it?

Ohse: Nope.

Iori: What’re you two doing?

Iori: Come on, let’s go!

Kei: Shuddup! Leave me alone!

Rikai: Ohse-kun

Ohse: Please don’t mind this piece of shit.

Terra: You look pale, you’re too weak.

Ohse: Then when I die, please let the ocean take me.

Iori: Saru-chan, come on, let’s go!

Kei: Lemme go, quit botherin’ me!

Iori: Aww~

Rikai: That’s unfortunate.

Rikai: I was hoping we could all partake in splitting a watermelon together.

Kei: WATERMELON SPLITTING~!?

Terra: Hm? What’s up?

Kei: W-w-what didya say!?

Kei: Are ya really gonna split a watermelon!?

Rikai, Terra, & Iori: Mmhmm.

Kei: Now!? Like, right now!?

Rikai, Terra, & Iori: Mmhmm.

Kei: That!? THE watermelon splitting!?

Iori: What do you mean by that?

Kei: Ya mean to tell me y’all’re gonna play one of the most legendary, greatest summer games in the world? THE watermelon splitting game? And ya’ll’re gonna play it NOW!?

Terra: What else is so important to you besides splitting a watermelon?

Iori: You have a really high opinion on it, huh.

Rikai: Yes, exactly, Saru! Then, come along with us!

Kei: Hell no, loser.

Rikai: Eh? Don’t you want to?

Kei: Course I don’t wanna go play some dumb game, what do I look like, a kid?

Rikai: You said it was a legendary game, did you not? You want to play it, don’t you? Be honest with yourself!

(Kei starts hitting Rikai)

Rikai: H-hold on, don’t hit me! Hit the watermelon!

Terra: Why are you guys fighting?

Terra: Oh well, let’s just go Iori-kun, ghostie--

Iori: HAVE A DRINK!

Ohse: I don’t need it.

Iori: You need to hydrate yourself!

Ohse: I can’t.

Iori: Take it, I’m your slave!

Ohse: I’m just a piece of shit.

Iori: I’M A SLAVE!

Ohse: I’m a piece of shit!

Iori: TAKE IT!

(Iori and Ohse start fighting as well)

Terra: … Why?

Amahiko: Summer-- tis the season of liberation.

Amahiko: What’s wrong, Amahiko?

Amahiko: Aren’t you excited, Amahiko?

Amahiko: Such a dangerous swimsuit you’re wearing for someone your age.

Amahiko: HUUP!

Kei: What is that guy doing over there all by himself?

Terra: His crotch glowed just now.

Amahiko: ECSTACY! BOBONGARINGA!

Kei: Rikai, hurry up and call the cops.

Rikai: Understood.

Iori: Oh, where did Fumiya-san go?

Everyone: Huh?

(Everyone races out into the ocean to save Fumiya)

Terra: Ugh, what the heck are you doing?

Iori: Fumiya-saaaan!

Rikai: Are you alright, Fumiya-san?

Iori: Are you okay?

Fumiya: Hahaha. Sorry ‘bout that.

Fumiya: Looks like I got swept away.

Fumiya: I can’t swim. Sorry guys. Thanks.

(Terra, Rikai, Amahiko, and Iori pass by a group of girls who are laughing)

Rikai: Guh! Uuuuuhhh…

Iori: Rikai-kun, why’s your face all red?

Rikai: U-u-umm! It’s not red at all!

Terra: It’s cus there’s a bunch of girls here in swimsuits, isn’t it?

Rikai: Guh! Y-y-you’re wrong!

Rikai: I wasn’t looking at anything!

Rikai: Please don’t make others sound like perverts when they’re not!

Terra: It’s fine to just look for a bit.

Rikai: You would have to ask for their hand in marriage if you were to do such a lewd thing!

Terra: Marriage!? Yikes!

Iori: Rikai-kun, what’s your type?

Rikai: T-T-T-T-T-TYPE!?

(PPPPPPPPP)

Rikai: You shouldn’t inquire about such secrets like that so carelessly!

Terra: “Secrets” he said.

Iori: Do you wanna go hit on some girls?

Rikai: FUAAAAAAAA---!

Rikai: “HIT ON SOME GIRLS”!?

(PPPPPPPPP)

Rikai: Th-that is…

Rikai: There’s no way I would do something so depraved and obscene!

Rikai: What are you even saying!?

Rikai: You are disturbing order! Disturbing order, you hear!? Order!

Rikai: AAH-- AAH-- AAAHH-- AAAHH! AAAH!!!

Amahiko: You’re the one who is disturbing the order here.

(Ohse runs towards them)

Ohse: Fumiya-san is…!

Terra, Amahiko, & Iori: Hm?

Terra: Heey, what do you think you’re doing!?

Fumiya: Hahaha. I floated away again. My bad.

Fumiya: Watch out for sharks.

Fumiya: Sorry guys, thanks again.

(Montage of everyone playing suikawari, eating barbeque, and playing in the water)

Rikai: Well, everyone, let’s dig in, shall we?

Fumiya: Hey, is there any beer left?

Terra: Ito Fumiya.

Fumiya: Can I get a beer?

Terra: No, you can’t!

Iori: Of course, we have some! You can’t have any though.

(The rest of the day has passed, and the sun is starting to set)

Rikai: It’s about time we start heading home…

Everyone: Eh?

Iori: Already?

Fumiya: I guess so…

Rikai: Well, we don’t have to, but… what do you all want to do?

Everyone: …

(Everyone starts slowly leaving the beach)

Kei: Oh!

Everyone: Hm?

Kei: Isn’t there supposed to be a festival today?

Amahiko: Eh?

Ohse: O-oh, that’s right!

Ohse: There is going to be a festival near the house, tonight.

Terra: Really?

Rikai: C-can we go?

Rikai: Can we really go like this?

Terra: Let’s go! I love festivals!

Iori: I guess we’re going! We can all wear yukatas.

Amahiko: How delightful.

Kei: What a pain in the ass.

Iori: That was fun, wasn’t it?

Kei: There’s gonna be fireworks, right? We gonna get there in time?

Terra: Wait, what’re we going to do about yukatas? We didn’t bring any.

Iori: I’ve already made some!

Everyone except Iori: Seriously!?

Rikai: How splendid, Iori-san!

Ohse: Amazing.

Fumiya: Thanks, Iori.

Amahiko: Sexy.

Iori: Waaaaa! That was the first, direct compliment I’ve gotten from him! I love being a slave!

(Everyone laughs together)

– つづく TO BE CONTINUED –

#charisma house #charismahouse #karihau #karisuma #charisma #crsm #crsm tl #ohse minato #rikai kusanagi #fumiya ito #iori motohashi #amahiko tendo #kei sarukawa #terra #MCdokujirai

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love is · · · — trivias & outtakes

✇༄ spoilers for the entire love is · · · series

✇༄ bulleted list format

masterlist | love is · · · masterlist

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✇༄ disclaimer: twilight from spy x family has nothing to do with this. i just wanted to use a gif of him as a header of sorts. heh.

✇༄ reader/main character will be referred to by their mafia codename ‘sea,’ just to make ramblings easier :]

inspo: plot & conflict

let’s get the general stuff out of the way first

so, this whole mini-series was actually thought of because i watched the “gambler” mv and band version one too many times as i tried to cope w pcd

[i highly recommend the band ver btw. it tempts me to swerve to changkyun every single time, istg]

and then i consequentially topped it off w mafia!aus . . .

truth be told, i wanted to save the hidden baby/secret child trope for future works since i didn’t want to overuse it

[it’s my go-to in my earlier, unpublished works. idk if they’ll ever see the light of day, but they’re def still in my drive somewhere]

i needed a big enough reason for sea to leave a relationship they were otherwise more than happy in — and (un)fortunately, i couldn’t think of any other situation

i figured being responsible for more than their own life should do the trick, so there

a general plot was made, tgt w the root of conflict

a gambler & a danger

ngl, out of all the parts for this mini-series, these two were the only ones that turned out exactly like how i planned them

specifically, the story captured in these two parts were the exact scenes i wanted to tell right from the start

there was no deviation from the original plot/screenplay or whatsoever

it was great

which, now that i think abt it, was prolly why i finished these two relatively quick

since there was no ‘what-if’s to consider

a secret

in contrast, i had a slight difficulty for this part because i had a ‘what-if’ scenario

i had to debate whether hoseok would be traveling alone or not

ngl, i have a tendency to go for the angstier way — but, for this case, the two options had contrasting effects on the story

option one was ultimately made canon

yk, hoseok crosses paths with sea on vacation and basically invites himself to walk around w them lol

but option two . . .

oh boy

did y’all hear abt that one time when hoseok was spotted at the airport w kihyun and changkyun? (it was after wonho became a soloist, so ot7 stans won that day *insert star eyes here*)

but yea, i basically took inspo from that and went— what if?

what if hoseok and then changkyun spotted sea?

then, different from canon, the convo they’d have would be significantly shorter since sea would feel more apprehensive about being in the same place as MX members

neither hoseok nor changkyun would have a chance to get close enough to learn kian’s name or even play w her since sea would of course leave as soon as possible

it’s debatable if sea would even get to think abt asking hoseok and changkyun the favor of not telling the others abt seeing them in their vacation

but, either way, the men’s eyes were still faster than sea since they already caught a glimpse of bebe kian

who, as hoseok canonically puts it, “looks a lot like her father”

now here’s the part that makes me scream— it’s so angsty i personally love it:

what if, as sea turned to leave, they saw someone not too far away who eerily looks like kihyun? looking at them? looking at kian?

[*screams*]

angst level through the roof already ik, but lemme make it worse

sea was written to have a strong resolve, someone who is selfish and selfless at the same time, someone who doesn’t back down easily

so yk what? even if they made eye contact w that person who eerily resembled kihyun, they would pretend they weren’t spooked

they would still leave . . . bc they already made their choice

as for the reason why i didn’t go with that route, even if it was literally the angstiest of the two aka my type lol

personally, i felt like option two would waste all of sea’s efforts to get away

i mean— sure, they would still reunite w kihyun eventually [bc yes, no matter what sea does, they’re still meant to end up w him]

but at least w option one, they had more time to enjoy their freedom — and w that extra time, they were able to have no regrets abt ruining an eight-year long of otherwise perfectly fine relationship

plus, if they saw each other then, sea would still be able to get away since it’d take kihyun a while to recover from his shock

but once he processed everything? he will try to find them. no amount of SVT’s countermeasures and precautions would be able to stop him. he will find sea and kian within two months — three months, tops.

however, as touched on in ‘a compass,’ that was exactly what sea didn’t want. bc they’d eventually end up hating him for real

overall, as much as i love angst, i didn’t want the series to get too messy once the domino effect hits, that was why i ultimately made option one canon

inspo: yoo kian

originally, i planned kian to be a boy

[just bc bb boys are my default for hidden baby!aus for some reason??? yea idk, either]

but then, yk how for some ppl you just see what gender of children “suit” them the best? like, minhyuk’s def a girl dad??

yea . . . same logic for kihyun. although his interactions w kylo are v uwu, i still see him as a girl dad. perhaps not as strong as my vision for minhyuk, but it’s still there

as for her name, sea never planned to completely erase kihyun in her life

they wanted to raise her away from him and out of his radar, yes, but they still wanted kian to have a piece of him wherever they go

hence sea let kian carry his surname and even share a syllable of her name w him

and they were only confident abt doing that bc, again, kihyun didn’t know abt bebe kian — he can’t track both of them using someone he didn’t even know existed

ik the spelling of her name can be considered masculine, but i merely romanized how her name would be written in hangul (키안/기안), so i see no point in giving her the feminine spelling of it

oh! i almost forgot: kian wasn’t actually the first name i thought of for sea and kihyun’s kid

i already forgot what the first name was, but the name kian was thought of after i remembered abt sian from tros lol

inspo: mafia codes

i wanted everyone to have a mafia codename of sorts

the members w stage names were easy, also those w alternate names (as in hyungwon’s case) since i just used those

but for those who have their real names as their stage names, i had to be creative

jooheon became ‘honey,’ after his current stage name that i keep forgetting [srly, i always forget that he goes by joohoney now T_T]

minhyuk became ‘gorae,’ which is korean for whale, his favorite animal

the only one i rlly had trouble w was kihyun’s code name

i personally associate him w hamsters, but i couldn’t thing of anything that could make ‘hamster’ as a code name intimidating, so i had to look for inspiration somewhere else

somehow, in my quest, i stumbled upon the fact that ‘yoo’ — kihyun’s last name — can be spelled as ‘ryu’ in the past

hence his code name ‘ryuki’

as for SVT members . . . there’s a reason why not all of them appeared in the series lol

i mean— besides the fact that it’s a MX-centered fic, most of them go by their real names on stage

and i rlly don’t have the energy to give everyone a creative code name lol

still, i came up with some just in case i ran out of members who have stage names

thus ‘player’ for wonwoo, after the carmen sandiego character and also the fact that he’s a gamer

‘moon’ for junhui, after his korean surname (문)

and two more back-ups i didn’t get to use: ‘ghost’ for seungkwan, solely bc his last name is boo [sometimes i think i’m funny] && ‘polar’ for hansol vernon, after his current emoji representative

though imma be honest

i have no idea who ‘labri’ is

when i first thought of the code name, it rooted from the word ‘lovely.’ when i tried to write it in hangul, it became ‘랍리’ or ‘labli’/‘labri’/‘lablee’/‘rabri’/— you get the idea

but with that, two members come to mind personally: jeonghan and mingyu

if ‘labri’ is jeonghan, it could also be the case that ‘labri’ came from ‘libra’ aka his zodiac sign, with a couple letters switched

however, if ‘labri’ is mingyu, it could also be the case that ‘labri’ came from ‘labrador’

so yea, idk who he is

a favor

despite being angsty, this part was a lil difficult to write ngl

i literally had to rewrite the entire thing three times before i finally had something i was satisfied w

i knew what i wanted to write, specifically what scenes i wanted to show, it was just a matter of how i should tell it

MX’s introduction to kian was originally captured in great detail as in move-for-move

but then . . . idk what was actually wrong w it, but it just seemed wrong for some reason???

i still saved that draft somewhere bc those scenes were so cute to me, but yea . . . i ultimately rewrote it

[sometimes i just don’t get how my brain works, sigh]

funnily enough, the scene that convinced me to even write this part in the first place didn’t even make the cut

like ‘a secret,’ this part also had a ‘what if’ — one that also had a contrasting effect to the story

the second idea was what i made canon

yk— wonho volunteered for the alliance but ryuki ended up the one getting engaged after MX pieced kian’s parentage tgt

but in the initial idea . . .

honey was chosen for the alliance

i didn’t work out how he was picked, but i did work out that he was v reluctant abt it — as in he wasn’t totally on board w it, but still agreed anw bc it was for MX’s future

sea wasn’t SVT’s pick for the marriage in this version tho

instead, honey was set to marry periwinkle aka perrie — someone who wasn’t part of SVT’s core, but a high-ranking member nonetheless

their dynamic was supposed to be like enemies-to-lovers, since both of them weren’t really fond of the idea

perrie was supposed to be rlly close w sea tho: partly bc the former was one of their “guards” until they left the country

which led to sea attending the wedding as a show of support

i mean— sure, for this ver, sea is still avoiding ryuki as much as they can, but with the alliance between SVT-MX pretty much complete, they're a bit more lax abt it than in canon

also bc of the logic that MX didn't find them to begin w before they crossed paths again, so the threat "make sure we never find you" in ‘a gamble’ is still in sea's favor

now here's the scene that convinced me to write this part in the first place but didn't even make the cut:

as it happened in canon, labri still mistakingly hands kian to the MX members before hurriedly leaving

and that event is still the reason why MX members will be able to piece together kian's parentage

although, for this ver, kian will resemble sea more than ryuki

[honestly idk how kian ended up looking like ryuki more in canon when i’ve been dead-set that she should look like her mapa more right from the beginning T_T]

[hoseok’s comment in ‘a secret’ was only supposed to be a signal like “i know who the father is”]

they will still be able to figure it out tho based on her features and other “coincidences”

unlike in canon tho, the one who will pick her up from MX’s house is sea

think “you fcking did WHAT? labri, you’re fcking DEAD. don’t fcking go near my daughter, i’m mad at you. i’ll pick her up myself”

yea, sea’s furious at labri oki

[like, so v much so that they literally signed up to go to the lion’s den unaccompanied without much thought]

and understandably so, since hello?? this whole thing was abt keeping kian & kihyun apart???

not to worry, though

surprisingly enough, had they met this way, they would’ve been pretty civil . . . and calm

i didn’t work out the logistics, but kihyun supposedly harbor no ill feelings for sea in this ver

it’s like . . . after piecing kian’s parentage, he just figures out what exactly happened and just . . . understood

so, yea

for this ver, “the talk” that happened in ‘a compass’ is a lot quieter and calmer

like it literally takes place while the other members painstakingly gather everything that belongs to kian that had been scattered around the house lol

and as a sort of soft epilogue, sea and ryuki would meet again in honey and periwinkle’s wedding reception

where it would be alluded that they would be a couple again in the future

and then [*hits the slate*] CUT

ngl i rlly looked forward to writing the reunion in this ver since it was the reason this part exist in the first place

but

as i progressed writing the opening scenes for this particular part, i realized it didn’t seem realistic that ryuki would just let sea off the hook that easily

sure, this is fiction and all, but i figured kihyun at least deserves some time to show sea that the trauma they caused wasn’t okay

cuz yk . . . we can’t just invalidate ppl’s feelings like that

so yeah

that’s why canon is the way it is

a journey & a compass

frankly, these two parts wouldn’t’ve existed if not for the anons that asked abt them

cuz i fully intended to just end the story in ‘a favor’

partly bc i knew if i extended the story beyond that, i would have no choice but to actually address kihyun’s trauma

not that there was smth wrong w doing that, it’s just . . . i didn’t want to mess it up

even if it’s fictional, that trauma is heavy yk

i think i messed it up anw but yk it is what it is ig

ngl there was only supposed to be one part after ‘a favor’

but, while i was writing ‘a journey,’ i noticed that there would be a shift in the tone?— the color?— idk how to phrase it— of the story

so i decided that it would be best to split the supplementary part into two

one focusing on the “pretending”

and the other on the “closure”

as i mentioned on one of my replies to an anon, the keyword for the last set of supplemental parts was ‘wedding’

yea, i technically could’ve just went straight to ‘a compass’ without having to write ‘a journey,’ that’s true

but there were some information in ‘a journey’ that i needed to mention

don’t ask what it was bc i can’t recall now lol

but yea that’s why there was ‘a journey’ before ‘a compass’ :D

inspo: significant others

sea actually had a name in the first draft of ‘a gamble’ bc i originally didn’t plan on sharing the story here

and every time a story is exclusively for me, i tend to create ocs since that’s what i did before my tumblr writer era

[yes, that’s why my mcmxcvii & mcu stuff are x oc . . . those universes were built years ago]

but anw

sea’s name was choi gaeul

they were supposed to share their last name with their cousin seungcheol

wait actually let me elaborate

they were named as such first

with their first name being from chu gaeul of boys over flowers [aka half of one of my first ships as a kid uwu]

&& then when the time came to pick a relative who share the same surname, seungcheol became an obvious choice

ergo, SVT was ultimately inserted in the story

ergo, the codename ‘autumn’ later on became out of question since that’s what gaeul meant

ngl had i published the story w an oc, bb kian’s full name would’ve easily been choi kian

which strangely would’ve changed the story in ‘a favor’ & onwards now that i think abt it

huh

anw sea’s occupation is an architect

why? solely bc of a small fact mentioned in ‘a journey’: so i can say that they thought seungcheol would simply ask them to design a blueprint for SVT’s house as a favor

that’s v shallow ik, but i always try to be as vague and as general as possible in my x reader fics

so when i do specify some things, they’re more likely than not thought of last min and had to be made bc i had no other choice

that includes the name drops for minhyuk’s and changkyun’s respective partners, actually — since i couldn’t just refer to them as their other half every single time

they’re more than just that yk

i came up with minhyuk’s partner’s name first — nari — bc they were supposed to be mentioned by name in ‘a favor,’ right in the beginning when it was discussed that them & minhyuk were already married by then

for extra measure, i also planned out some things abt nari & their relationship w minhyuk just in case i needed them

like how nari’s works in a flower shop & somehow met minhyuk there one day, allowing for their love story to start [yea, they got the florist-mafia trope. it’s cute]

&& also how nari is actually pregnant during ‘a favor’ & onwards

them seeking advice from sea abt giving birth & parenthood was actually my back up plan for the story flow lol

actually, that also includes them offering to babysit kian for “experience” [one of my drafts actually had a scene where ryuki & sea had a fight abt this lol]

funnily enough, the name nari was thought of bc i remembered abt the narra tree

it was rlly random, but that basically gave my name search a direction — name starting w n, meaning possibly related to plants

&& tada~ nari means ‘lily’ — or so google says

i didn’t bother thinking of a surname for nari though, or hayeon too, for that matter

in fact, changkyun’s partner has less info planned out compared to nari

most likely bc i didn’t intend them to play a huge role in the series or appear at all

but alright, here’s everything i came up w abt changkyun’s partner

their name hayeon was from one of the former kids in tros [i just think it’s a beautiful-cute name, nothing else]

they’re a doctor, speciality unknown — most likely smth related to surgery tho

mostly bc the trope that i thought for them two involves kyun getting wounded && hayeon fixing him up

i did consider that hayeon was prolly the first person to know abt sea’s pregnancy

and, for some reason, sea was alright w them knowing

specifically, for wtv reason, sea knew hayeon would keep that knowledge a secret from MX

i didn’t rlly flesh out the ‘why,’ exactly, but it was def hinted in ‘a compass’

smth abt what happened to hayeon will fs prompt MX to tighten their security/surveillance around sea when they find out that they’re pregnant

ngl what ‘happened’ may or may not have involved hayeon getting kidnapped . . .

and let’s just say hayeon believes that it’s better to stay away from any mafia than to accept some sort of protection from them

based on their experience, yk the mafia protection basically failing them, they have the right to feel that way

so yeah: sea knowing that particular belief of theirs def played a part on why sea would feel safe sharing their secret w them

&& also why hayeon was intentionally ‘absent’ in the series compared to nari whose scenes just got cut: they were staying as far away from all the mafia shenanigans as much as possible

which, really, wasn’t difficult for them to do given that they’re a doctor & everything

since we’re on the topic, i might as well mention this

hayeon & changkyun’s on-&-off relationship was def influenced by their kidnapping

i won’t go to details bc i didn’t actually flesh it out

but, as i see it rn, their story def has so much angst in it that i can’t even guarantee a ‘happy ending’ for them if i ever write it

final notes

this rambling has gone on longer than i intended

i didn’t realize i had so much to say abt the ‘behind’ of this series oml

but anw

to close, i just want take a moment to thank you guys for reading & showing interest in ‘love is · · ·’

it’s the first series i finished wo having all the parts prewritten before posting, so all the interactions — the likes, the reblogs, the comments, the messages — really drove this to completion

i read all the reblogs, tags, comments, & msgs btw, even if i only replied to the asks

mostly bc i despise how it’s my ‘main’ blog that replies whenever i answer a comment smh

&& like . . . idk how i can answer reblogs/tags . . .

i love reading them, actually

i went back to read every single one of them multiple times to help me finish everything. they helped me a lot fr

and i uh— i’m so sorry i broke your hearts several times

i’m admittedly just good at dropping angsty one-liners && my fluffy writing needs a lot of work

so hopefully the hopeful ending made all the heartbreak worth it . . . somehow. somewhat.

if there’s anything you’re curious abt that i didn’t address in this lengthy ramble, pls send me an ask here!!

feel free to send me other stuff through there too: what you liked abt this series, what frustrated you, idk. wtv else you think of

that way i can actually reply *insert dancer emoji, three times, here*

forewarning tho: you might get a reply that’s more than what you asked for bc i tend to overshare—

but anw yea

from the v bottom of my heart, thank you for tuning to ‘love is · · ·’ and following ryuki & sea’s story (⌒▽⌒)♡

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