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berryhobii · 1 year

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Reconnect (myg x reader)

Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x black!wedding designer!female! Reader

Word Count: 6K+

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, mentions of secret relationship, mentions of a wedding(but not Yoongi and the reader’s), reader and Yoongi are engaged, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), unprotected sex(please speak to your partners before engaging in this), vaginal sex, squirting, creampies, riding, doggy style, mating press/missionary, oral(f receiving), soft dom Yoongi(he’s super soft and vocal but also goes kind of rough😊), rough sex, multiple orgasms(f and m receiving), brief aftercare and mentions of amazing aftercare, reader has goddess locs(color and length not specified), reader also has that Wendy’s Strawberry Lemonade kitty, reader also also has nipple piercings, reader got a fat ass because who doesn’t appreciate a nice booty?

A/N: Hi! This is my second time uploading something. I’ve had this story in my drafts for a while. I had been writing it using she/her pronouns so I’ve been spending the past few days to change those to you/yours. If I missed any, I’m sorry but please let me know so I can make the story more cohesive. Reader is black but their skin color isn’t really described but I believe I referred to their nipples being dark so that’s it. My next post with either be a GreekMythology!Jimin or a Gamer!Jungkook. The Jimin story is actually really long so I think I’ll turn it into a small series but I’ll post the 1st chapter sometime next week. Thanks again for reading! Criticism is greatly accepted and I hope my black and melanated girlies feel good reading this! Have a good day.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know I said we’d have dinner but we have to do some last minute recording.”

You tried not to sound disappointed when you replied. “That’s okay. I understand.” And you truly did. You knew how important his job was and that it would be a priority of his.

You just wished that it didn’t take so much of his time. You understood that his music was his life and that it was his dream career. All of his hard work had led up to being able to do what he does now; to make music and inspire the millions of fans that listened. You were so proud of him. Seeing him live his dream filled you with a different kind of pride and emotion. He was happy and that’s all you ever wanted for him.

Still, you missed him. You two had barely spent any time together the past month while he’s been preparing for their new album. He’d come home long after you’d fallen asleep and he’d sleep into the afternoon, just to rise and immediately get ready to go again. You couldn’t even have breakfast together like you used to. You could barely even start a conversation before he was cutting you off with a kiss and rushing out of the door.

While you had your own career of designing wedding dresses, you still had so much free time on your hands. You had already designed your newest collection and it was currently in production to be created. You’ve even made multiple visits to a few stores and they were running amazingly. There was only so long you could bury yourself in work before your heart began yearning for Yoongi’s companionship.

“I promise when this is finished, we’ll go on a trip. Just you and me.”

That made you smile. You and Yoongi have traveled a lot together over the years; Bora Bora, Italy, The Maldives—and each experience had been just as memorable and romantic as the last. He proposed to you in Italy at the Orange Gardens. It was such a magical moment. Just thinking about it made you want to cry. The entire trip was just absolutely perfect; from taking a gondola ride on the gorgeous waters to the 5 Star hotel they stayed in for 3 days and 2 nights, all the way to the candlelit dinner where he got down on one knee. You remember it fondly.

While the promise of a trip together didn’t fix your loneliness now, it gave you something to look forward to.

You couldn’t fight the smile in your voice. “Okay.” Your eyes went over to the stove where dinner was cooking. You had just finished searing some steaks that were finishing up in the oven. There was no point of putting them away for him to eat later. They wouldn’t be as flavorful or tender.

“Hey, is it okay if I bring you some dinner? I know you haven’t eaten yet.” Your tone shifted to one of slight teasing but you knew you were right. His pause of silence was proof enough.

“You don’t have to do that, baby.”

“I want to though. I made steak and I’ll feel better knowing you’ve eaten. I won’t stay long or distract you.” Just knowing he had a home cooked meal would make you happy. You would nag him constantly about drinking too much coffee and eating take out. It came from a place of love, however and Yoongi never minded. He loved having someone so attentive to his health when he’d blatantly ignore it. It showed you cared. Also, he secretly loved being babied by you. He’d never admit it out loud or to his friends but you knew. There was nothing better than coming home, a bath prepared for him to soothe his sore muscles, a meal on the table, and cuddling into your soft breasts while your rubbed his back—always being careful with his shoulder.

Your already nurturing nature and tendency to baby Yoongi increased tenfold once he got surgery. You barely let him leave the bed, even following him to the bathroom to make sure he didn’t hurt himself. A little bit stifling but he was so grateful to you. You always took care of him.

“Then that sounds great. I’ll leave my door open for you. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. See you soon.”

With a giddy pep in your step, you finished cooking dinner, packaging it nicely in cute Tupperware before putting it in a bag. You had already showered and your clothes were fine but you wondered if you should put on something different. While Yoongi thought you looked good in anything, you still liked to look pretty for him; wearing dresses and heels whenever you went out, keeping your nails and toes done, and making appointments to get waxed every month. Self care was important to you. It not only made you feel good about yourself but it was also something you just liked to do for your husband.

Deciding to change your clothes, you slipped on a t shirt maxi dress that hugged and showed off all of your curves, along with some short open toed shoes to show off your freshly painted white toes. It was simple but still dressy and feminine, just your style.

Checking your hair once more in the mirror and smearing on some lip gloss, you grabbed the bag of food and your keys before exiting your home.

HYBE Studios was a pretty moderate drive from your apartment. The reason for that is to keep crazy fans from ever finding it. Once the company realized other idols were having their homes broken into, there was a decision to move all of the boys about 30 minutes from the company in a luxury gated neighborhood. You had to admit, you missed your old apartment you shared with Yoongi since that was their first place together but you also couldn’t complain about the walk in closet and the jacuzzi bathtub.

You greeted the security guard in front of the car garage, him lifting the block to the garage. After parking close to the company cars that were often used to transport the boys during RunBTS, you exited your car and made your way through the side door to the lobby.

You nodded at the secretary, everyone already knowing who you were and letting you pass with no issue.

Yoongi’s studio was on the 8th floor at the end of the hall. Namjoon’s was just a short distance away as well.

Once you reached his door, you entered the pin code on the keypad. Besides a few staff members and the boys, you were one of the few with the password to his studio. He just preferred silence and no disruptions so the code was only used during emergencies or whenever you or the boys came to visit. There was also a group chat for everyone with his code, adorably named ‘The Plastics’, courtesy of Taehyung. If they ever needed to come to his studio, they’d send a text beforehand so he’d know to expect them.

The beep sounded and you opened the door, smiling at the sight of your husband who was cutely leaned over on his right palm as his eyes scanned the production screen for his music. You didn’t get most of it but you always found it adorable when he’d try to explain. He’d get so invested in telling you how reverb and delay could either make or break a song that he’d never see how endearingly you’d stare at him. And he’d always get surprised when you’d lunge to bite his cheek.

“You are just too adorable! I have to bite you!”

His headphones were around his neck so he turned at the sound of his door opened, a smile immediately rising to his face at the sight of you. He removed his headphones, standing to greet you.

You could barely put the food down before his hands were around you waist, pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck, cuddling into his body as you inhaled his cologne and the gentle scent of his favorite body wash.

He pulled away a little to press a few pecks to your forehead. “Hi baby.” His deep, slightly tired voice sent shivers down you spine. It was almost like his regular voice was just his morning voice constantly and out of all of the little things you loved about him, his voice was towards the top of your list—right after his newly grown out hair, his hands, and that little habit of him slurping whenever he’d explain things.

You inhaled a deep breath, basking in the affection. “Hi.”

You two just held each other for a moment, locked in an embrace and not wanting to let go. This was your special kind of intimacy, just not speaking or moving, simply holding one another.

Yoongi considered himself a pretty private person. A little ironic considering he was a world famous idol who’s whole job was being put in the spotlight. However, when it came to his personal relationships, he did his best to keep that as private as possible. Just imagine the uproar when people found out he was engaged. You had been hidden from the public eye for 3 straight years before you got engaged. How? One part extreme luck, the other part moving quietly. Your relationship started off with you meeting for the first time at a staff member’s wedding. You had designed her dress and she was so amazed and in love with how you created her dream dress that she insisted you come to her wedding. Always happy to see people overjoyed with your work and excited to see your design in action, of course you agreed. Coincidentally, you were sat pretty close to the table the boys were at. When you recognized them, you softly smiled and introduced yourself, expressing how you were a fan and how many women said they were using BTS songs as their wedding songs. Yoongi was drawn in instantly, your gentle voice and sparkling eyes as you talked about your clients drew him in. He could tell you were passionate about your career, just like he was.

After exchanging numbers while the bride and groom were cutting the cake, you two mainly texted and called each other in your free time. It took about 4 months for you to go on their first date since Yoongi had to go to America for promotions. He thought you’d lose interest since he traveled and couldn’t take you on a proper date but you never minded. You liked talking to Yoongi and found yourself developing feelings for him. He was trying and effort was one of your biggest green flags for a partner. A little distance wasn’t that big of a deal to you. Of course, you wanted to be able to be close to him and hold his hand and maybe even kiss but you knew what you were signing up for when you started talking.

Once Yoongi went on break, he started dedicating a lot of time to you; dates, inviting you to his place for dinner and wine, and learning more about you. He didn’t think you would get along so well. Talking on the phone was vastly different than being in each other’s physical presence but you had melded together like the pieces of a puzzle. You were so gentle and compassionate, always looking after him and giving him affection he hasn’t gotten in years. You were perfect for him and vice versa.

Your eyes slowly blinked up at him, just taking in his handsome features. You could spot the bags under his eyes, feeling a little sad that he was running himself ragged.

“You look tired. Have you slept since his morning?”

He hummed. “I took a little nap around lunch. The new couch came in.” You turned a little to look at the new addition to his studio. Before, he just had a small leather couch, moreso for decoration than comfort. Once he got a bigger studio, he upgraded his furniture but kept that couch. After some prodding from you, he ordered a new and more comfortable couch—one that could become a pull out bed for those overnights at the studio.

“It looks great.” It was a dark grey color, wide and stretched enough to fully support 2 people if you wanted to spoon on it.

“Yeah. I just didn’t think it would take that long to get it in the door. Namjoon almost knocked over my synthesizer.” He said that with a shake of his head. You giggled, imagining the tall and clumsy man scrambling to pick up the keyboard.

“I can only imagine. I brought food. You should eat it before it gets cold. I should go.” You tried pulling away from him only for him to tighten his grip on your waist. You let out an “oof” as your face met the hard planes of his chest. All that physical therapy and time in the gym had really bulked him up. While you loved his body regardless, you definitely weren’t complaining about the extra muscle. He was filling out this black shirt just fine.

He nuzzled his nose in your neck, inhaling your favorite perfume that you’ve worn since he met your. It was one of his favorite scents. His hands rubbed up and down your back, feeling all over the material of your dress.

“No, stay. Eat with me.”

Yoongi could be very affectionate and straightforward when he wanted to be, normally when you were alone. He’d never show this side in public. Not because he was ashamed of his love for your, far from that. He just preferred to keep their intimate moments private. Maybe a little kiss here and there and some hand holding but moments like this were for you only.

Your manicured fingers went to his nape, scratching at the hair there. “I don’t want to distract you.”

“You’re not.” He pulled back to look you in eyes. “I want you to eat with me. I feel bad we couldn’t have dinner at home.” And he did. He knew his job demanded a lot of his time and attention and even if you understood that, it didn’t stop him from feeling guilty about leaving you alone all the time. He knew you could entertain yourself and had your own life outside of him but he still felt bad not being able to spend as much time with you as he wanted. He missed you just as much. While he loved his job, nothing beat coming home to your warmth and affection. To be honest, he was getting a little touch starved.

He led you over to the couch, waiting for your to sit before going to the mini fridge in his studio.

“Do you want juice?” He asked as he pulled out a couple of drinks. He always kept some of your favorites in his mini fridge just in case. You didn’t drink caffeine or really any alcohol, water and juices were your favorites.

You nodded your head, beginning to take out the Tupperware containers. They were still nice and hot. He placed a juice down on the table, along with an energy drink. You frowned at that, leaning forward to pick it up.

“You need to drink water. Don’t think I haven’t noticed those coffee cups on your desk.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed but couldn’t hide his smile. You were too good to him. Sometimes he felt like he didn’t deserve you. Taking the energy drink from you, he went back to the fridge to grab a water instead.

Ignoring the smug smile on your face, he sat next to you, waiting for you to open all of the containers. The smell was delicious, making his stomach growl.

Your handed him some chopsticks and a few napkins before sliding the steak over to him. “Here. Try it.”

You ate in silence, him using his chopsticks to place some pieces of steak and vegetables in your bowl. You smiled, the cute ways Yoongi showed he cared always making your heart warm. Fans knew he was more subtle in showing he cared and that wasn’t any different than him in private. You had to learn that his love language was acts of service but in a more quiet way.

After you finished eating, he helped clean up the containers, giving you some wipes to clean your hands and the table.

He let out of a groan as he sat back down on the couch, belly full and fully ready for a nap. But he knew he had to get back to work and that meant you had to leave.

“Thanks, baby. It was delicious.” His hand came to rest on your thigh, rubbing the soft skin. You hummed, placing your hand on top of his.

“Of course. I’m happy you liked it.” You both rested for a moment before you began moving. “I should go. You have work to do.”

You barely made it to your feet before he was tugging you back down on his lap. A surprised yelp came from your lips at the sudden movement, ass meeting his thighs when you landed. He situated you so that you straddled his hips, his hands immediately going to your ass.

“Baby….” You pouted, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. You were normally the one who initiated physical affection so for Yoongi to do it so roughly surprised you. You weren’t complaining, however. The way his eyes were hooded over and how he looked up at you with that dark endearment made your belly tingle. You knew where this was going.

“Stay.” His left hand pressed your body down so your chest squished against his. “You come here in this dress and my favorite shoes…”

You adjusted yourself to wrap your arms around his neck. “I hardly wear these.”

He shrugged. “I love anything you wear. You look so sexy.” His hand traveled up your dress, moving it up your ass so he could grope full handfuls of the fat. While Yoongi appreciated all parts of your body, your ass was his favorite. Genetics, exercise and a little bit of happy weight had all accumulated into jiggly ass he loved to squeeze and slap. When you met, you were pretty thin but in shape nonetheless. Fans speculated that you gained ‘happy relationship weight’ since Yoongi treats you right. Whatever the reason, he thanks the higher power every day for it.

You could feel the heat beginning to spark between you, along with Yoongi’s growing boner pressing against your panties. Now that you thought about it, it’s been a little while since you’ve been intimate. You and Yoongi have barely had any time for quickies, let alone a full session of sex. And you two could go for hours if you wanted. On the day of your engagement, you barely left the hotel room because you couldn’t keep your hands off him. How could you? He was your fiancé. Mmm, that word just got you hot and bothered.

Your hands ran up his neck and into his hair, scratching at his scalp. The low hum of contentment that came from him spurred you on. You brought your faces closer together, lips hovering before you trapped him in a kiss. He hummed again, lifting his head to kiss you deeper, hands still squeezing at your ass.

Your kiss grew more heady, both of your hands massaging each other and trying to stroke any piece of skin you could. Yoongi began pushing against you to make your roll your hips against him. His cock could probably cut glass from how hard he was. You always got him excited with barely doing anything. To be honest, he started getting hard the moment you entered the room. Just your presence got him feeling almost immediately horny.

And it was the same for you. Your cunt had began getting wet the moment Yoongi turned around in his chair. He just looked so comfortable and effortlessly sexy and the way his muscles strained against that shirt made your imagination run wild.

You pulled away to inhale a deep breath. “Yoongi….please…”

His lazy smirk sent a rush straight to your already wet pussy. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

God he was such a tease but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely love it.

“I need you.”

That was all he needed before he moved to flip you onto your back. You bounced against the soft couch cushions, barely getting your bearings before he was back on you, pressing his lips to yours.

His large hands traveled up your dress, lifting it over your belly and breasts. He leaned back to get a look, letting out a groan at the absolute beauty under him.

Your chest was heaving from just a little kissing, your goddess locks spread out under you, glossed lips plump and ready for more. You were so gorgeous and he made sure to let you know.

You squirmed under the compliment, feeling giddy and a bit bashful. You always received compliments and the occasional catcall and while you accepted the respectful ones gracefully, none of those ever mattered to you. Yoongi’s praise and compliments put you on cloud 9 and you really believed him.

His hands traveled up your body to your breasts, eyes catching something under your bra. He pulled the annoying piece of fabric down and if he could get any harder, he probably would.

“Fuck. You’re wearing your piercings? Did you come here to try and kill me?” The little diamonds sparkled under the light. He remembers buying the jewelry for your birthday last year. He also remembers sucking the sensitive nipples until you were crying just an hour later.

You giggled, biting your lip. “Of course not.”

His smirk widened. “You little sneak.” His hands went to grope at the soft flesh, a sigh falling from your lips. His thumbs ran lightly over the stiff peaks, pulling more sighs and little squeaks from your lips. Your nipples had gotten so much more sensitive after piercings. Yoongi couldn’t be too rough on them when you first got them, being careful of your healing process. He could barely touch them without you gasping in the slight pain from healing. Of course, he never complained, understanding your pain so he just stopped touching them. He just didn’t think it would test his control so much; seeing you walk around without a shirt sometimes, the already silky and delectable breasts looking more appetizing from the little barbells. Months had passed along with many maintenance appointments before you announced that they could be touched without pain. With the pain gone, your sensitivity skyrocketed and with Yoongi’s skilled tongue beginning their assault, your pleasure had been taken to a new level.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer and his mouth open to lick over your nipple. You let out a moan as his tongue swirled all around your piercing. He switched to the next one, giving it the same treatment.

The heat between your legs was becoming too much, your panties beginning to feel uncomfortable from how they were sticking to you.

“Yoongi….” You whined. His eyes lifted to lock on your flustered face, lips parted as puffs of air came through them, your eyes desperate and pleading for anything. Everything.

Reluctantly pulling away from your nipples, he helped you pull the dress from your body, tossing it somewhere in the room. Neither of you cared.

He kissed from your breasts to your tummy until he reached the apex of your thick thighs. You immediately dropped them open, revealing yourself to him. He groaned at your desperation but also at the sight of your soaked underwear. The thong barely covered anything, the baby blue fabric now dark from your arousal. It was practically leaking from you, the bottom of your ass shining. Kissing over the stretch marks that streaked down the inside of your thighs, he whispered words of praise to you.

“Fuck baby. You’re so fucking wet.” He couldn’t help himself, surging forward to suck on your clit through your panties. A shiver racked your body, your hands coming down to bury in his hair. The friction wasn’t as good with your panties still keeping his tongue from making direct contact with your clit but it was something. And it felt so good.

Your hips jerked against his face, trying to get more. His hands dug into the meat of your thighs, holding them open as his tongue licked at your clit.

More moans fell from your lips, pleasure causing your vision to go blurry. You felt so close already and he’s barely done anything. Blame it on you not having a proper orgasm for weeks. Your hands just didn’t feel the same and Yoongi had thrown out all of your vibrators once you two started having sex.

“You won’t need these anymore. All your orgasms should come from me.”

Now you were remembering why he threw them out in the first place. Only he could rip pleasure and orgasms from your body in seconds, playing your body like a piano.

Your hand came down your body, tapping against his forehead. He pulled away slightly, eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort. You really only stopped him when you were shaking in overstimulation and he knew you hadn’t even cum yet so why were you stopping him?

When he pulled back, you grabbed onto your panties, pulling them aside to reveal your fat and dripping pussy to him.

How the hell did he get so lucky? Did he save orphans in his past life or something? Not only had he managed to put a ring on a kind, generous, and absolutely amazing person who treated him like a King and opened up the deepest parts of him, he also managed to snag a submissive, slutty, and needy woman who could ride his cock for hours and bend in ways he’s only dreamed of.

There was no way.

Eyes darkening in lust, he dove back in to capture your clit, licking at it more furiously than before. The heat from his mouth made that pressure build in your lower belly, your toes curling from their position in the air. Your loud moans only pushed him further, shoving 2 fingers in your tight heat. Your slick walls gripped his fingers so tightly that he could barely move them.

“Y-Yoongi! I’m gonna-“

He curled his fingers up, pulling away from your clit to lean up close to your face, his breath hitting your cheeks. “You gonna cum? You’re such a good girl.” He pressed some kisses to your open mouth, fingers thrusting in and out of your in a superhuman pace, veins and muscles in his arms shifting and bulging from the exertion.

When your orgasm crashed, you swore all of your senses except touch disappeared. You couldn’t hear and your vision blurred from the tears that had welled in your eyes. But Yoongi didn’t stop.

Your hand flew down to grab at his wrist, back arching as he continued his assault, helping you ride the huge wave.

He pulled his lip between his teeth. You were so sexy.

Once you came down, he slowly pulled his fingers from your, the digits glistening in your release. He sucked them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. He just couldn’t get enough.

Now he wanted more. Standing from the couch, he pulled off his own shirt and pants, taking his briefs with them. His hard cock slapped against his stomach, red at the tip and practically pulsing.

You bit your lip, thighs squeezing together as your pussy throbbed. Fuck you were so wet.

He flopped back on the couch, patting his lap. “Come ride this cock, baby.”

Not needing to be told twice, you crawled over into his lap, taking your bra and ruined panties off on the way.

His hands gripped your ass once you were straddled on his hips. You could feel the heavy weight of his cock pressing on your ass and it filled you with excitement.

Reaching your hand back, you gripped his cock, pumping it a few times. He groaned, head falling back against the couch at your touch.

Delivering a sharp slap to your ass, he growled, “stop teasing.”

His deep and demanding voice sent shivers down your spine. Never one to disobey, you lifted your hips, lining up his cock with your entrance. You rubbed the tip over your opening to gather some of your wetness before you slowly began sinking down on him.

A moan came from both of you as his thick cock began splitting you open. Your walls were squeezing him so tight that he felt like he could cum right there but he refrained. He wasn’t even all the way inside yet.

Your mouth was dropped open as his cock stretched you open, head tossed back and eyes closed as you basked in the feeling. Each ridge and vein was pressing against you in the most delicious way, the slight curve pressing against that spot deep inside of you. You felt like you could cum again just like this.

Once your ass met his thighs, you both let out sighs. Not only from pleasure but from being able to be close like this. This is what you needed; this closeness, this union, this intimacy. Sex was so much more to you than just getting off. It bonded you and brought you closer than ever, love spilling over and intertwining your hearts and souls.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a sweeter and more sensual kiss.

“I love you…” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you too.”

Your hips began rolling against him, slowly at first to get accumulated to the stretch. He assisted you with one hand on your ass and one on your hip.

Before long, you began raising your hips, falling back down on his lap. The low clapping sounds spurring you on.

Yoongi groaned against your lips. “That’s it, baby. Faster.” With another sharp slap to your ass that made you moan, you bounced faster. Your ass jiggled each time it connected with his thighs and a part of him wished he could see it but the blissed out look on your face was too good to pass up.

Unwrapping your arms from his neck, you leaned back to get that perfect angle, your hands landing on his knees. A squeak fell from you as his tip began bullying your soft spot. Your head fell back, mouth dropped open as that delicious feeling began building in the pit of your stomach.

“Ah! Yoongi! Your cock feels s-so good!” You felt drunk, mind hazy and awareness faded. All you could focus on was the feel of him under you and the way his perfect cock slipped in and out. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, electricity spreading all the way to your fingertips and making your toes curl.

Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off you. He didn’t even know where to look; your breasts, face, where you were connected? He could see how your arousal was dripping down to wet his pubic hair, a ring of your wetness coating the base of his cock. You were truly was a sight to behold.

That pressure was building faster than you thought. Sliding your hand down your body, your fingers connected with your clit, rubbing the nub in fast circles.

“Yoongi!”

He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Your walls clenched and constricted around him, almost suffocating him. His hands rubbed at your nipples, flicking at the piercings. You were seeing stars, the stimulation was too much. His hands roaming you, your own fingers on your clit, and his cock inside of you was all too much.

That pressure…..

“I’m cumming!”

Your hips lifted from his cock, it falling out to slap against his stomach. Your fingers rubbed at your clit until some drips of liquid came out. The motion of your fingers caused the droplets to fly everywhere, some landing on the cushions as well.

Once you were done riding it out, he was flipping you back on the couch, head pressed into the cushions and ass up in the air. He delivered a few slaps to your ass, pulling some moans from your at the sting. Your head was swimming, the sudden movement making you a little dizzy but that dizziness quickly left when Yoongi entered you again.

His cock entered you in one swift motion, hips immediately working to push and pull against you. Your ass clapped back on his hips, the fat jiggling and rippling with every move. His own orgasm was just over the horizon.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust. “You come in here looking this good and then you bounce on my cock until you squirt? Why the fuck have I been spending all my time here when you’re at home?” He was really talking to himself. Only a true idiot would leave a hot piece of ass like this at home all day. And he must really be a true idiot, probably the dumbest man alive. But not anymore.

Your moans were rising in pitch. With this position, you could every inch, every curve, absolutely everything. You could barely breathe, your brain only being able to form utterances of his name and begs of faster and harder.

That feeling in Yoongi began cresting, balls drawing up as his orgasm washed over him. His hands gripped your hips and ass hard enough to bruise but you could care less. He could bruise you up all he wanted.

His orgasm spread from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, shuddering his whole body. “F-fuck….” He breathed out. That was probably the hardest orgasm he’s ever had in his life.

Your own breath began to even out. You thought that was the end but you were suddenly flipped around back on your back. Both of your legs were hiked up over his right shoulder, thighs pressing into your chest in Yoongi’s absolute favorite position.

“You think I’m done with you?” His smirk was teasing and it caused more arousal to drip from you. He reached his hand down to line himself up before pushing into your heat. A gasp came from your throat at the intrusion, your hands coming to grip at the back of his neck.

His hips set a brutal pace, balls wetly slapping against your ass.

“Oh my god! Y-Yoongi!”

It felt like he was in your throat, every thrust hitting you in all the right spots. Your nails scratched at his neck, the slight sting only pushing him harder. He could feel your walls tightening, a tell tale sign of your orgasm. Your breasts bounced with every push, dark nipples looking incredibly enticing.

“Cum, baby. That’s it.”

Your body seized up as your second orgasm full body absorbed you. Your vision spotted white and your ears were ringing.

But not even your orgasm made him stop or slow down. He pushed faster and harder, the squelching noises getting louder as more and more wetness spilled from you.

It was like your orgasm wouldn’t stop. Wave after wave came over you. Every nerve was lit on fire, your mouth dropped but no sound came out. He had taken every word from you.

When he felt you squirt on his cock again, he shoved his full cock inside. Your toes curled so hard that you could feel them crack, legs shaking but he held them tightly. Your hands smacked against his shoulders as the stimulation became too much. You were so full.

“Yoongi!”

“Take it. Take all that cock, baby.”

You had no choice but you didn’t care. You’d give up every choice if it meant he’d fuck you like this.

He rolled his hips against yours a few more times before his own orgasm washed over him. He groaned into your throat, a full body shudder racking his body.

Lifting his head, he connected your lips in a soft kiss, a complete turn from what just went down. You hummed against his lips, hands roaming his soft skin.

He moved your legs from his shoulders, massaging your slightly sore muscles as you kissed. You both let out small moans as he pulled out of your heat, his cum flowing out of you.

Yoongi helped you clean yourself up, giving you a large elastic to tie up your hair. The sweat would definitely make your roots curl back up but that was a problem for another day. You put your dress back on as Yoongi pulled his shirt and pants back on. Your underwear found themselves tucked into his back pocket. A little silly considering he had endless access to you pussy but you guessed it was some man thing.

When Yoongi went back to his computer, leaning over the chair to click at some things, you visibly deflated, mood dampening. Was he really going back to work? You guessed you did just come to drop off food, the sex was a bonus and you did say you would leave afterwards. You just couldn’t help but feel a little sad and used. Yoongi was the king of aftercare, always running you a bath or giving you cuddles as you two calmed down from lovemaking. It’s not like this one moment would make you think Yoongi didn’t care but you did feel a little defeated.

Gathering your things, you were about to approach the door but Yoongi’s voice stopped you.

“Where are you going?”

You didn’t turn to face him, feeling a little embarrassed. “Home. Aren’t you going back to work?”

A snort came from him. “Of course not.”

You gasped when his body pressed against your back, also the feeling of his boner was right on your ass.

“Yoongi….”

“You really think I’m about to work and let you go home so you can wash my cum out of you? I’m fucking you until you can’t walk.”

Maybe you should come to the studio more often.

#bts fic #bts #yoongi studio sex #yoongi x reader #bts smut #bts x black reader #jimin smut #namjoon smut #hoseok smut #seokjin smut #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #yoongi smut #Yoongi imagine

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kyienyy · 1 year

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would you still love me?

lee know x male reader wordcount: 1.6k genre: angst, zombie apocalypse au, non idol au

you and minho had always been good friends, good enough that people would always think there was something more than friendship in your relationship.

but everything changed the day the government announced there was a virus going around in korea.

streets were covered in blood, cities were polluted with the entities people call 'the undead' or 'zombies'.

every day was hard. keeping safe from the zombies, protecting the people you love from them; it was all too hard.

not until you were bit.

you and your group of friends had been staying at a run-down building somewhere in seoul for the past week. it had been two weeks since you, minho, jisung, and yongbok ran away from home. the four of you had been stocking on instant ramen, chips, and other foods.

it was a 'normal' day for you, waking up to check if there were zombies near where you were staying, preparing a small meal for all of you, gathering essentials like food, water bottles, and more. until you spotted a few zombies coming from the southeast.

you quietly return back to the small apartment you and minho found while exploring the small building. "leemin? hanji? leeyong? are you there?" you whispered. "(reader), we're here!" minho shouts. you run to where you heard minhos voice in a hurry.

"minho! dont be too loud. i saw a few zombies while i was finding us food." you shush him as soon as you see him. yongbok and jisung give you a weird stare but continue on with what they were previously doing.

"oh. well, if you're really that scared, we could board up the entrances and windows of this building once we get enough supplies for the four of us." minho remarked almost sarcastically

"i'm being serious, lee minho." you sneered. "sorry, sorry. i was also serious, you know? i just came off... sarcastic." minho apologizes calmly. "whatever, im going to check again." you mumbled.

you were about to go back down until you heard loud banging by the entrance of the building. you look to your group of friends in a panic. "guys, i think now is the time we run." yongbok gulped

you run down the stairs to check if it were zombies that were banging on the door or just the wind hitting the entrance. you looked out of the window of the 1st floor.

there they were. alive zombies banging on the one thing that had been protecting all of you. you rushed back up to tell your friends what you had seen, but they were already coming to you.

"guys, the zombies... they're banging at the entrance... what do we do?" you trembled. "we'll be okay, right?" jisung questioned as he looked into minho's eyes.

"jisung-" minho is cut off as a loud bang of metal clashes on the floor and footsteps are heard running into the building.

"just... go back up! hide in our room, i'll try to ward them off." you exclaimed, "no, we can't leave you here!" yongbok stuttered. "just go. they're almost up here." you insisted. minho takes one long look at you and takes your friends arms. "im sorry." minho muttered as he brought yongbok and jisung up the stairs and into their room.

you look down the narrow staircase. what you had heard was true. a group of zombies were running up the stairs. your life had flashed right before your eyes, all the happy moments you had with minho and your group. mostly minho.

you ran up the stairs, you occasionally shouted so that the undead knew you were still there. you felt like your heart was about to explode.

and there he was. minho. he had been following you ever since you had reached the floor that the three were on. he had caught up to you and held your hand. "come on, don't be too slow, or else the zombies'll catch up!" minho joked as if you two weren't being chased.

you and minho had eventually reached the top floor. and the group of zombies were still following the both of you up the staircase. you didn't know what to do after you two got up to the roof, but minho knew what he was going to do.

"hey, zombies! come catch us!" he shouted. a few seconds passed as the footsteps came louder. then you see the first few zombies. "(reader), trust me, okay?" minho whispers to you.

the zombies come in a line, all running to the both of you. minho quickly pulls you to the side, and most of the zombies fall off the rooftop. except for one.

one of the zombies was smarter than rest. the zombie ran to you. grabbing your arm and biting it; hard. you screamed in pain, feeling a tingling feeling in your arm. "MINHO, HELP!" you shouted. you kicked the zombie off of you, and it fell down the building with a splat.

"oh god... (reader)..." minho says as his eyes widen. "it hurts... minho..." you groan. "i'm so sorry." minho mutters as he starts to regret the decisions he just made.

the both of you walk back to your groups room. you have a ribbon tied around your arm, it being tight enough that it stings. you and minho finally reach the room that yongbok and jisung are waiting at.

jisung stares at you with knitted eyebrows and downturned lips. "(reader), are you okay?" yongbok asks, looking at the bite on your forearm. "i... i was bit." you stutter.

the two best friends' eyes widen. minho starts to tear up. "...i was too reckless." minho mumbles. minho looks down as he wipes off his tears. "its not your fault. i'll be okay, i promise. don't cry." you turn to comfort him. you hold minho by the shoulders and hug him softly. "thank you," you whisper into his neck.

the four of you walk out of the building as you tighten the ribbon around your arm. you all eventually find an exit after walking the empty streets.

there was one con to this exit, though. there was another group of zombies that were walking around. the only thing you could do to get out of the town was to distract the zombies.

you walk behind a trash bin in a narrow alleyway, you get ready to shout as loud as you can as to distract the zombies and climb up a ladder further into the alley, but a sharp pain in your arm brings you to your knees.

jisung finds you laying on the floor clasping onto your arm for dear life, something giving him a feeling that the ribbon tied around your arm isn't enough to stop you from turning into something you hate with your whole heart.

"minho! (reader) collapsed, come quick!" jisung shouts. "jisung... shut up. the zombies... they'll hear yo-" a pain in your gut cuts you off.

minho and yongbok rush to where they heard jisungs voice, but they weren't the only ones who rushed to the both of you.

"the zombies- they heard you!" minho shouts "just go that way!" minho adds as he points further into the alley.

you all run deeper into the alleyway, it being dark even though it was still daytime. the zombies followed your group, but they came slowly, as if they were teasing you.

you all had finally reached the end of the dark tunnel like alleyway, but it gave you a realization that you had all missed the nearest ladder to where you were nearest to.

you felt like you were going to collapse then and there. the exhaustion of running made you want to give up already.

you look around the alley for anything that could be used to escape and get out of this lifeless town.

and there it was.

you found a steep flight of stairs going up to the building to the side, but someone would have to distract the zombies so they wouldn't notice the others running up.

"guys, you all should go up those stairs," you point to your group, "if you go there, you'll be able to go to the other side of the building and get out of this damned town." you add. "what about you? aren't you included?" yongbok questions

"i'm not included, i wont be coming with you all." you reply. "WHAT? no, you have to come... you have to..." minho demands. "i have to distract the zombies so you all can get out safely-" "i dont care if we don't get get out safely. we can't just leave you here!" minho shouts.

"i'm infected either way, i won't be any help to you guys." you mumble. "but- we cant-" minho cuts himself off. minho sighs deeply and looks to his feet then to the approaching entities.

"okay. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry." minho says as he hugs you tightly. "i love you." minho sobs into your shoulder. you share your last group hug with the most important people in your life

the three quickly climb up the staircase, careful not to make too much noise. minho is the first to be able to get up. he watches as you slowly walk nearer and nearer to the undead.

"i love you too." you whisper to yourself. the zombies fully engulf you until the group can't see you anymore. minho falls to his knees as he holds his hair and cries silently.

"let's just... get out of here. i'm sorry." yongbok says as he pats minho's back. "he's... gone." minho cries out.

the three quickly run out of the abandoned town and eventually find a safety camp after roaming around.

minho never forgot you.

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the-al-chemist · 6 months

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The Lights That Never Go Out

Chapter 1: Over The Hills And Far Away

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write and share this story for a while. Thanks to @thethreebroomsticksfic’s 12 Days of Yule Bash, I finally had an excuse to start. This chapter uses the prompts ‘evergreen’ and ‘first snow’.

Warnings: mentions of war and loss.

1st December, 1998

The Ministry of Magic was as quiet as it ever was these days, the rush of lunchtime having settled, and the exodus of the evening not yet started.

Artemis paused in the very centre of the atrium. A few days ago, the spot had been empty, the way it had been since the May morning the Minstry was reclaimed from the Death Eaters. Now, however, one of the largest fir trees she had ever seen was standing in the place that had previously housed the Fountain of Magical Brethren. At least a thousand lights twinkled from its branches, reflecting in the shiny surfaces of the tiles covering the floors and the walls. It was as if the whole atrium were sparkling.

She was not the only one whose attention had been caught by the tree. Several others had also stopped to look at it, their expressions varying from those of appreciation and excitement to disapproval. One of the more dubious looking expressions was worn by a face that was familiar to Artemis, and she forced a smile as she walked over to her acquaintance.

“You don’t look too sure, Perce,” she said. She tilted her head at Percy Weasley, who fiddled with the arms of his glasses. “Don’t you like it?”

“I’m not sure that it’s an entirely appropriate replacement for the fountain.” Percy sniffed, and his glasses wriggled up his long nose. “It seems rather frivolous, given everything that’s happened in the past year and a half.”

“That’s the whole point. People have had enough fear and misery. And Kingsley said it’s actually very symbolic.”

‘How so?”

“Because it’s evergreen,” said Artemis, repeating the word Kingsley had used. “Trees that are evergreen bloom all year round, even in the cold and the dark. And people decorate them to celebrate that the nights are going to get lighter from now on.” She smiled at the tree. “He says it’s very fitting to have a Christmas tree up now, exactly because of everything that’s happened.”

Percy did not look convinced, but perhaps he was just too stubborn to admit that Artemis was right. She frowned at him.

“I thought you and Charlie were doing some work on the house today,” she said.

“We were, but I got called in to work. There are a lot of last minute Portkey requests being sent through at this time of year and…”

Being entirely uninterested in Percy’s work, Artemis interrupted him before he got carried away and she was unable to get a word in edgeways.

“So, is your brother still in Ottery St Catchpole or has he gone back to Tinworth already?”

“He’s still at the Burrow.”

It was to the Burrow that Artemis Apparated once she left the Ministry of Magic, disappearing from the corner of a damp London street and reappearing in a frost-covered garden beneath a sky that was the rosy grey of incoming snowfall. Wishing that she had worn a warmer cloak, she hurried across the crunchy grass to the door of a tall and somewhat ramshackle house at the other end of the garden path.

The door was opened by a stockily built wizard with red hair and a face full of freckles, whose confused-looking smile dimpled his cheeks as he looked at Artemis.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you here,” he said.

“Just hurry up and let me in, Charlie. It’s freezing out here.”

Charlie Weasley obliged, opening the door wider so that Artemis could step into the warmth of his childhood home. Without her needing to ask him, he pointed his wand first at the window above the sink, which opened a fraction, then at a teapot on the kitchen table. A flame appeared beneath the teapot.

“How was the interview?” he asked.

“Fine.” Artemis removed her cloak and sat down in one of the few chairs that still had all its legs attached. “ More than fine. They offered me the job. I’m going to start in the New Year.”

“Congratulations,” Charlie told her. “You pleased?”

“Yeah, I think so. I mean, I dunno if I’m that excited about working for the Ministry.”

“Is anyone ever that excited about working for the Ministry?”

“True. It’s not really what I want to do, but I don’t really know what I want right now, so at least I’ve got something to do. I can figure the rest out later,” said Artemis. Charlie nodded sympathetically and conjured two mugs from thin air. “And I reckon Bill and Fleur will want their spare bedroom back at some point.”

“They’ll want both of the spare bedrooms back, I expect.” Charlie half-laughed as he started pouring tea. He handed one mug to Artemis. “There’s no milk, I’m sorry.”

Artemis didn’t mind that. She took the proffered mug from Charlie’s outstretched hand and blew gently on the hot contents, her eyes scanning the room around her. She had not visited the Burrow in months, not since the war had recently ended. At that point, the house had been a wreck following Death Eater raids. There was a strange mixture of unpleasant feelings that had arose from seeing a place that had always been filled with such warmth and laughter reduced to an empty shell, and a broken and charred one at that.

Now, though, thanks to Charlie and his brother’s handiwork, the Burrow was starting to resemble the family home she remembered visiting during her youth. There were still a couple of piles of rubble in the corners of the room, many of the chairs were in pieces, and white sheets layered with dust covered most of the surfaces, but the building was standing strong.

“It’s what they call a fixer-upper,” Charlie said, with a wry smile. Artemis shook her head.

“It’s not looking half bad in here,” she told him. “Do you reckon you’ll be finished in time for Christmas?”

“Godric, no. I’ll never get all of it done by then, even if Percy took the next few weeks off work.”

“Not even if you used magic?”

Charlie shook his head. “You know I don’t like taking shortcuts,” he said. “It doesn’t need to be perfect, just liveable. That’s good enough. As long as everyone can come home for Christmas, that’s the main thing. I can finish the rest in the New Year.”

As Charlie fell quiet and sipped his tea, Artemis continued to look around the room, craning her neck in an attempt to peer around the corner into the living room and up the stairs to the landing above. One foot tapped impatiently against the table leg as she did so.

“Aren’t you going to offer to show me around?” she eventually asked Charlie, who coughed quietly as he laughed midway through a sip of tea.

“Not yet,” he replied. “Your Christmas present is here. I’ll have to go and hide it first. Don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

It was Artemis’ turn to laugh. Charlie had given her the same thing for Christmas every year since she was sixteen: handknitted socks in lurid colours that seemed to get uglier with each year that passed. She knew as well as Charlie did that Christmas held no surprises for her as far as he was concerned.

“You hide the present, and then afterwards I’ll go and look for it,” she said, eyebrows raised mischievously.

“You’ll never find it. I know where all the best hiding places are these days.”

Artemis didn’t doubt it. Charlie had always known where all the best hiding places were. She frowned slightly, as a question entered her mind, one she had first asked herself ten years ago.

“Where did you go?”

“What?”

“All those times when we were here when we were younger and no one could find you,” Artemis explained. “Where did you used to go?”

Charlie half-smiled into his cup of tea and shrugged his shoulders. Unsatisfied with that response, Artemis placed her own mug down and narrowed her eyes at him.

“It’s a secret,” Charlie said. Artemis glared harder, and he sighed. “Alright. I’ll show you, but you have to promise you won’t tell anyone. Yeah?”

Artemis nodded. “Not a single person, I promise. Cross my heart.”

Her promise was clearly good enough for Charlie, because he rose to his feet and walked across to the staircase, his unfinished cup of tea forgotten on the table. Artemis made to follow him, but he stopped and pointed back at her chair.

“You might want to put your cloak back on,” he told her.

Curious, Artemis did as he suggested him before following him up the many flights of stairs to the very top of the house.

“You were in the attic the whole time?” Artemis asked, as Charlie opened the door to the attic. “Please don’t tell me the ghoul was just you in a stupid costume.”

“Not quite.”

Charlie walked across the attic, which was just as dusty but not nearly as cluttered or dark as Artemis remembered, the piles of cardboard boxes that had previously cast shadows across the floorboards having disappeared, allowing the light to stream in from the window at the back completely unobstructed. Artemis stopped in her tracks.

“Wait,” she said, looking at the window. “Did you add that in recently, or…”

The look on Charlie’s face was answer enough. He opened the window, and swung one leg over the sill. He looked back over his shoulder at Artemis, a daring look in his eyes.

“Are you coming, or what?”

As Charlie climbed out of the window, Artemis crossed the attic to follow him. She leaned out of the window to see him crouching on top of the sloped roof of the house. He pointed to the bottom of the window.

“Hold onto the guttering and put your foot on that ledge there, and then you can just step across to where I am,” he told her. “Just be—”

Artemis did not hesitate to step onto the ledge below the window and jump off it to join Charlie on the roof, barely using her hands to support her as she did so.

“— careful.” Charlie blinked. “Or not. Alright, come on.”

“There’s more?”

“If anyone looked out of the window, they’d see me straight away,” Charlie said with a shrug. “The best spot is over there.”

With Artemis on his tail, Charlie scaled up and over the roof to the other side, away from the window, coming to rest at the flatter part where the rooftop met the chimney. The two of them sat down on the brown roof tiles, the chimney the only thing in their way of the view across the orchard and rolling hills behind.

“If you stay low, you can’t even be seen from the garden,” Charlie explained. “And when the fire’s lit, the chimney is warm. So, it’s kind of the perfect spot. No one can find you, no one can bother you.” He looked almost sheepish as he continued, “As much as I love my family, it was always nice to have somewhere I could escape from them all. Everything was always so loud here, and… Well, you know that I’ve always preferred the quiet. Sometimes I needed to get away.”

“Yeah, I get that.”

Charlie looked at Artemis and smiled, before returning his gaze to the view of the countryside. Artemis looked out as well. The sky that had previously been threatening snow had started to make good on its promise, and tiny flecks of white were now falling from the clouds above to land on the frosted fields below. The snowflakes didn’t make a sound, and neither did she and Charlie. Instead, they stayed side by side in companionable silence, watching the first snow of the year fall to the ground and melt away as if it had never been there at all.

“Do you think any of it will settle?” she asked after a short while. Charlie shook his head.

“It’s not cold enough. Maybe if we get some more at Christmas it’ll stick around.”

“I’d like that.” A smile crept across Artemis’ face. “Remember that Christmas in fifth year when I came to stay? I was desperate for snow that I started practising a bogus spell Merula taught me.”

“It wasn’t bogus,” said Charlie. “You had Hogwarts caught in a blizzard. You’d have been stranded if I hadn’t snuck out and flown all the way there to pick you up.”

“Always sneaking,” muttered Artemis with a grin, and Charlie nudged her in the ribs with his elbow. She giggled, before falling quiet once more. “That Christmas might be the best one I’ve ever had. It definitely was at that point, anyway. It was the first time I ever felt like I really belonged to a family at Christmas, even though it wasn’t actually my own family, it felt…” Her voice tailed off, her sentence remained unfinished. “I’m really happy that you’re going to make it so everyone can be here for Christmas again.”

“Me too. With everything that’s gone on and everything that’s changing, I’m glad that there’s something that’ll be the same as it used to be.”

“Like Christmas trees staying green all the time.”

“I guess so.”

Artemis’ teeth grazed her bottom lip. “Lots of things are changing these days, aren’t they?”

“Yeah. Some of it is good, though,” said Charlie.

“Oh, yeah. I know that.” Artemis turned to him, her head tilted to one side. “Would you say that we’ve changed, or are we the same as we always have been?”

“I dunno.” Charlie seemed to consider the question carefully. “I’d say that we are pretty much the same. Some people would probably say we haven’t changed enough.”

He laughed, and Artemis couldn’t help but join in. She leant back, resting her head against the cold tiles of the roof behind her, and extended her tongue as far as she could. A single snowflake fell onto the very tip of it, tingling slightly as it melted. Once it had disappeared, she wrapped her cloak tightly around herself and closed her eyes and mouth, savouring the silence around her.

“Thank you for showing me your secret place,” she whispered.

Charlie’s response was so quiet that she barely heard him at all, his voice seemed to melt away into the air like the snowflake on her tongue.

“You’re welcome.”

#artemis hexley #hpff #harry potter fanfiction #hphm fic #the lights that never go out #charlie weasley x oc

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canonicallyobserving911 · 9 months

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Seven Several Sentences Sunday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

FANON speculation for season 7

Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 10 is already available on AO3 and Chapter 11 will be posted soon.

I’m excited to finish writing Chapter 11 because at the end of Chapter 10, both Buck and Eddie had therapy assignments to complete but instead of asking each other for help to fill in the gaps of their memories, they asked other people who were there during the shooting and the lightning strike. Eddie asked Captain Mehta but he told him that he should ask Buck for details about the shooting. Buck asked Chimney but he told him that he should talk to Eddie to get details about how he got down from the aerial and to learn what happened after they made it to the hospital.

At 10:56PM, Eddie asked Buck to join him for his session that's scheduled for Friday, September 1st and Buck asked Eddie to join him for his session which he rescheduled for the same day so they wouldn't have to do separate visits. After they ended their phone call, they were both worried they wouldn't be able to go to therapy and explain what happened to the other one without making a love confession👀.

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Here are two snippets from Chapter 11: one for Buck and one for Eddie.

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Buck

At 1:37AM, Buck’s eyes open because he’s hyperventilating and he’s grabbing at his chest in an effort to stop the pain that’s surrounding his heart. His eyes won’t focus, blood is rushing past his ears and there’s an unmistakable metallic taste all over his tongue. In the back of his mind, he can hear himself screaming, “Come on Eddie! Hand out! I’m gonna come. I got you! Get your hand out!”

He’s having a nightmare and he understands that’s what it is when he looks at the ceiling and realizes he’s in his loft because it doesn’t look anything like the under carriage of a firetruck.

Why is Buck having a nightmare about the shooting?

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Eddie

At 1:37AM, Eddie’s eyes automatically open when he tries to stop the scream that’s attempting to escape his lips along with the panic that’s rising in his chest. He’s in a cold sweat, his t-shirt is drenched and he’s having a difficult time breathing. His hands are formed into fists and they’re sore because it feels like he’s been trying to lift something heavy and his mind keeps echoing, “Buck! Can you hear me? Buck!”

He realizes he’s having a nightmare when he recognizes the blanket that’s covering him. It helps him realize it's not his turnout coat and he’s not on top of the aerial trying to pull Buck up after the lightning strike.

Why is Eddie having a nightmare about the lightning strike?

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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 -Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 -After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are part of the foundation when a couple builds a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial. But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories. Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - Will be posted soon.

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I’m enjoying writing this fic because it’s giving me the chance to unravel the mess that was the 6x18 ending for Buck, Eddie and Chris. Also, it’s taking them places the show refuses to go including Buck finally having a mental breakdown and Eddie being there for him the same way he was there for Eddie in season 5.

Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading

Read chapters 1 - 10 are already available on AO3.

No pressure tagging: @spotsandsocks and @shortsighted-owl. (My apologies if you've already posted.)

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #911 fanfic #911 fox #911 on fox #911onfox #911 on abc #911 abc #Fanonwriter2023 on AO3 #buddie fanfic #Seven Sentence Sunday #Buddie fanfic #Buddie WIP #Hiatus Reading #911 season 7 speculation

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nancywheelersgirlfriend · 2 years

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prompt nancy stole one of robin's big big jackets and found a cassette of her favorite song inside the pocket <3

i see ur wonderful prompt and raise u this fic, anon :)

blue monday (1,249 words)

It wasn’t that Hawkins was snowy necessarily - but it was bitter. Like December came along and crystalized the air. It got caught in your throat on the way in. It hung in the air like icicles. When the calendar revealed a dull ‘December 1st’, thermostats dropped by twenty automatically.

Even worse, Nancy ran cold. Of course she did. At this point, four apocalypses down, she was on the verge of corpselike. Robin would say otherwise. She would say her pale skin, icy cold to the touch, completed her angelic character.

So anyway Nancy wore coats in the wintertime and even late spring, only forgoing them when grass turned from a dead yellow to a lush green. But sometimes her tiny, colorful coats weren’t enough.

Robin had stopped asking whenever she saw Nancy scooping up one of her abandoned jackets (armchair, backseat, bedside table). She ran hot anyway. Nancy stealing a puffer jacket or two wasn’t reprehensible, especially since she looked fucking adorable swallowed up in them anyway.

There was a scientific explanation for this love, of course - Robin’s natural ability to radiate heat like a furnace meant some of that heat was translated and then trapped in her jackets. Thus Nancy gained both the heat and the ability to show off her girlfriend with one hastily stolen item.

This time they’d both nearly forgotten a wishy-washy promise to meet Steve and Eddie at the diner for late-night breakfast. It’d been ten past nine when Nancy had finally lifted her face from where she’d buried herself in Robin’s neck for a long enough period to check the clock. In their rush to hop in the car and make themselves somewhat presentable, Nancy picked up a Robin coat strewn absently on the floor.

It was her typical one - a brown army jacket that was puffed out at the sleeves and adorned with mix-match patches for a girl-on-the-go. She and Robin loved to pursue the dollar section of antique stores looking for suitable additions to her plethora of jackets - some notable patches including: I’m a Fishing Grandma and My Kids Love Me! and The Slug Of The Month Club.

Nancy realized dimly, as they raced each other down the tiny cluttered staircase in Robin’s house, that she’d never worn this jacket before. It fit even bigger than any of the other ones, perhaps a hand-me-down from Robin’s dad or some gem found hidden in the back of the Salvation Army thrift.

“How do I look?” Nancy asked anxiously as Robin rushed her out of the house with one hand - the other jingling keys. Somehow she’d managed to scrape out a driver’s license. Whether or not she could actually drive was a different question altogether.

“You look perfect,” Robin promised. She leaned on her open car door for a moment, eyes roving over Nancy in her jacket in a way that made Nancy’s stomach erupt in hot flame. Perfect to beat back the December chill. “You look like mine.”

“You can’t say things like that to me if you want us to get there relatively on time,” Nancy chided. She buried her bright red face in the jacket collar, knowing all too well Robin had seen her face go pink and was smirking to herself in the driver’s seat.

They pulled up at the diner only about fifteen minutes late, practically a record on their part. Steve and Eddie had already gotten their usual table in the way, way back - by a window so Nancy could peer out and watch passerby.

“Look who finally decided to show,” Eddie cackled from under Steve’s careful placed arm, which was posed to seem casual to strangers and affectionate to those In-The-Know (the 2% of Hawkins residents who were queer).

“Shuttaup,” Robin snapped, but she was grinning toothily. She stepped aside with an easy wave of her arm to invite Nancy to get in the booth first. “After you.”

“Thank you, madam,” Nancy fake-curtised, blushing like a fool as she slid in. Robin came in not five seconds after, pushing their thighs together under the table and smiling down at her in a stomach-twisting way.

“What’re you ordering?” Steve asked Robin as he passed her a menu. They only got two - one for each couple. Nancy leaned against Robin’s shoulder as they examined the options.

“You know what I’m ordering - I always get the same thing,” Robin replied, faking annoyance.

“Uh,” Steve drifted off, clearly trying desperately and forgetting miserably what exactly she always ordered.

“Men are all the same,” Robin joked, rolling her eyes. As they goofed Nancy’s absent hand drifted down to a lump in the jacket pocket she hadn’t noticed before. Her hand missed the spot a few times before her fingers latched onto a square-shaped object. Her face furrowed.

Nancy retrieved the object and, keeping it underneath the table in case it turned out to be something super personal (even though she was pretty sure Robin and Steve shared a brain at this point, so it didn’t matter), she turned it over in her hands. It was cassette tape. But her fingers found no familiar wording etched on it.

She pulled it out from under the table and into her lap, bringing the cassette tape into the light. Hastily written on a piece of scotch tape against the cassette was one word in big, blocky lettering: NANCE.

“Robin?” Nancy asked. Immediately Robin dropped whatever fake argument she’d gotten into Steve over bacon vs sausage and turned to her, eyes wide and beautiful. They dropped to the cassette tape in Nancy’s hands. And Robin’s face flushed a bright, embarrassed red.

“Where did you get that?” Robin asked in a near whimper. Nancy raised a concerned eyebrow.

“It was in your jacket pocket,” Nancy said. “What? Should I be concerned? Is this tape, like, nothing but Weird Al?” Robin laughed self-deprecatingly and shook her head.

“No, I just never meant for you to find that,” Robin explained softly. “Or. I dunno. I guess I did. It’s just a bunch of songs that remind me of you.”

Nancy’s heart nearly stopped in her chest.

“That’s the most thoughtful thing anybody’s ever done for me,” Nancy all but breathed. She switched the cassette to her right hand so that her left could drift over and take Robin’s in her own. Their fingers squeezed together and Robin grinned tentatively at her.

“It’s not, like, totally creepy?” Robin tried.

“No, it’s really-” Nancy laughed, suddenly realizing her eyes had started watering for some strange reason, “it’s really sweet.” She wiped at her eyes a

“What’s really sweet?” Eddie asked from the other side of the table. Both girls whipped their heads up. Oh, yeah. The boys were there too.

“Nothing,” Nancy and Robin said very quickly. Steve and Eddie exchanged a look but Nancy didn’t feel like giving them the satisfaction of getting info - they were the biggest gossips she knew.

“We should listen to it when you drive me home,” Nancy suggested shyly. She tucked the cassette back into the jacket pocket, patting the fabric over it just to make sure it was there.

“Okay,” Robin agreed easily. She’d agree to anything Nancy said. Nancy slung an excited arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, resting her tired head on Robin’s shoulder to steal some of her warmth. Soon conversation picked up again and Nancy was able to just shut her eyes. Jesus. A whole mixtape just for her.

The real question was: What was on it?

(what songs do u guys think robin would put on it?) :D

#ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #ronance fic requests #fruity four #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #nancy x robin #robin x nancy #steve and robin #the fruity four #robin and nancy #nancy and robin #ronancy

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elvis-fangirl87 · 11 months

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This is smut so if you don't like it or are under 18 please don't read. It's my 1st attempt at smut so im sorry in advance 🤣

I can't believe my luck that I'm here in Hawaii standing front row and ready to see Elvis Presley. He has been my idol since I was a child and now I'm getting ready to see him in the flesh for the 1st time. Suddenly the lights go down and the space oddesy music started to blast threw out the convention centre and I felt the hairs on my arms stand up straight. I haven't seen Elvis yet and I already felt overwhelmed. Elvis suddenly appeared and I felt all the air leave my lungs. He was so beautiful in a pure white jumpsuit adorned with crystals shaped into American eagles. I feel like I have left my body because before I know it the show is nearly finished. Elvis was singing love me tender and a lot of women were rushing towards the stage as Elvis was giving away kisses and I built up enough courage to walk towards the stage.

I honestly felt silly standing there just waiting while he made his way towards me. By the time he got to me the song was ending and Elvis looked at me and said "I'm sorry honey" I felt my heart drop and I made my way back to my seat feeling disappointed and embarrassed that I was the only girl who never got a kiss. The end of the show was here and the opening of Cant help falling love with You began to play and I was memorised by him. He was amazing and I could not stop staring at him. At the end of the song he took his cape off and threw it into the audience and I feel like it all happened in slow motion. His cape was coming straight in my direction and it hit me right in my face knocking me off my feet as it was heavy. I was praying that Elvis had never seen this as it was so embarrassing and what made the situation way worse was that some girl stole the cape from me. When I got on my feet I saw Elvis standing on the stage staring at me. I wasn't sure what I was meant to do so I just smiled at him and he nodded his head and told the crowd thank you and left the stage.

Everyone left the stadium rather quickly and I felt that even though I now have a very sore head and that I never got a kiss I still had the most amazing time.

I stood up and got myself ready to leave when I felt someone grab my arm making me jump

"I'm sorry I made you jump" a man I didn't know said to me.

" oh it's ok"

"I'm Joe Esposito and I work for Elvis and he would like to see you backstage"

" he wants to see me? Why?" I ask so surprised

" He wanted to see if you are ok after you got hit by his cape"

" oh no did he see that?" I ask embarrassed

" he did and he wants to see that your alright"

"oh ok" is all I can say as I feel shocked.

Joe leads me backstage and I walk into a room full of people. There are a lot of beautiful women here and I feel like I'm a square peg among circles.

I see Elvis still dressed in his jumpsuit his hair stuck to his head with sweat and surrounded by beautiful women all fighting to get his attention. I find a spot at the back of the room and I stand there hoping to blend into the background

" Hey Joe" Elvis shouts once he sees Joe walk past him

"Where is that girl I asked you to get?" he asks

" she is here. I don't know where she is hiding as she is a shy one" he says his eyes scanning the room. He suddenly spots me and then points me out to Elvis.

I see Elvis walk towards me. His walk oozed strength and confidence and sexiness and I felt my stomach flip

"Hello darling," he says when he reaches me

I look up at him and I stare at him wondering how it's even possible that he was even more beautiful close-up

"Are you ok?" he asks

" your beautiful" I blurt out feeling mortified the second I hear the words leave my mouth

"I mean hello and I'm fine" I add my face turning red from the embarrassment.

Elvis starts to laugh. His laugh is adorable his laugh does a little hitch like he's trying to catch his breath

" Why thank you for the compliment. Your very pretty yourself"

" oh gosh thank you"

"How are you feeling after I knocked you off your feet with my cape," he asked his face showing he was trying hard not to laugh.

"oh, I'm ok. I think I'll just about live" I giggle showing Elvis that I wasn't angry or hurt and that I found the humour in the situation.

Elvis broke up laughing and I joined in.

"I'm sorry doll but all I saw was you then suddenly all I saw was your legs in the air" he laughs

"oh god I'm not graceful" I laugh covering my face with my hands.

"come with me honey," he says while taking my hand and I felt the electricity pass threw us

"where are we going?"

"Somewhere more private"

My heart felt like it stopped. Why does he want me alone?

We stepped into a bedroom which he used as his changing room and he closes the door behind us.

Elvis looks at me and sees that I'm nervous and shaking.

"Don't be scared little one. I won't do anything to hurt you" he says rubbing his hands up and down my arm trying to calm me down but it had the opposite effect.

I felt like my body was fire and he was now looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole.

"I saw how disappointed you were when you didn't get a kiss from me onstage and I want to make it up to you"

Elvis is now leaning close to me and I can smell the peppermint on his breath from the chewing gum that he has in his mouth.

His lips are now on mine and they feel so soft and plump and gently he slowly begins to enter his tongue into my mouth and I let out a soft moan. He kisses me with such passion that I was melting in front of him. When he pulled away I felt something in my mouth. I realised that I now had Elvis chewing gum in my mouth and I giggled while I began to chew it.

I saw Elvis' eyes scan my body while he bit his bottom lip and I grew shy that the man I have loved and admired since I was a child was now admiring me. I felt my arousal growing and the need for him was growing strong and I knew that I wanted him.

Elvis took me in his arms and was feeling my waist when I feel his hands snake round and grab hold of my bum while he released a moan.

"you know I'm strictly an ass and leg man," he said breaking the silence

"oh really? I'm strictly an Elvis girl" I giggle making him pick me up bridal style and carry me on the bed while he lay me down gently.

Elvis was now straddling me while staring at me with such passion in his eyes.

" Will you let me love you? " he asks his voice low and husky with desire

" please love me Elvis" I whine.

That is all Elvis needed to hear as he quickly removed my dress. He began smirking when he saw that I was wearing white underwear.

"White panties mean that you're a good girl," he says approving of my underwear choice.

Elvis kissed my neck slowly and began to drag his lips across my collarbone and placed wet kisses on my stomach. He took my legs and spread them apart and he licked his lips when he saw my panties were already wet by my desire for him.

"looks like you're ready for me baby? " he smirks

I was so overwhelmed that words have failed me and all I could do was nod my head.

Elvis ran his hands up my body and I felt Elvis's fingers brush against my vagina and I moaned at the sensation. Elvis grabbed hold of my panties and pulled them off him in one quick swoop. Once he had thrown my panties across the room he unhooked my bra with one hand and took it off me so quickly I hardly realised that he had done it.

"wow you have done that before" I giggle

"I've had a bit of practice over the years, baby"

He now has my boob in his right hand while his left hand is rubbing my stomach and I honestly felt like I might just explode.

He began the descent to the part of me that needed him the most. Elvis Presley's face was between my legs and I wish it was acceptable to take pictures as I would want that image to look back on. He looked up at me with that crooked smile of his and I couldn't take no more.

"please Elvis I need you now" I beg

Elvis smiles again and places a sloppy kiss where I wanted it most. He got to work on running his tongue over my flaps and was sucking on me like a lollipop and I thought I was going to pass out with the pleasure he was giving me when he took his two fingers and told me to suck on them. When Elvis felt that his fingers were wet enough he took them and began to finger me slowly, to begin with, but then faster and faster until all you could hear was my wetness and my moans.

"Elvis im going to cum" I moan so loud that I can hear the people next door start to giggle but at that moment i didn't care. Let them hear and let then know how good he is.

"cum for me baby"

Once I hear those words leave elvis's mouth my orgasm comes quickly.

"good girl" elvis tells me

To be continued

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis smut #elvis fanfic #elvis presely smut

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Departure and orientation (Oct. 1-5)

After 45 long, long days of waiting, it was finally time : October 1st, was here. The new cold air that had fallen on Montreal had made me impatient for the warm days of Japanese fall. I finished squeezing my life in my suitcases and off I was. On the 30th, dad drove me to the Quality Inn where I’d spend my last night, just in front of the airport, since I needed to be there pretty early the next day. The whole day I’d been crying on and off, so dad had barely begun hugging me goodbye when I broke down. Only advantage of being a crybaby : by 8 o’clock, I was exhausted. The fatigue balanced out the stress, and I got a great night’s sleep.

I met up with Jessica, our JET supervisor, and Camille, the other girl who’d caught COVID in August. She and her had been texting non-stop, counting down the days until our flight. I unfortunately had to surrender my precious hiking boots to Jessica, as they weighed down my luggage too much. As much as I love them, they weren’t worth the 100$ overweight fee. I was cheered up at soon at we got to the gate (after security decided to completely rip apart my carefully organized carry-on). We’d only been sitting for a few minutes, 2 hours before boarding. An old lady came up to us, explained she had free accesses to the fancy Desjardins lounge, and that she wanted to use them on us! We were a bit suspicious, “don’t take candy from strangers” and all, but as soon as she said “free food and alcohol” we packed up our crosswords and followed her to the 3rd floor. For two hours, we feasted on gratin, croissants and, of course, topped it all off with mimosas and way-too-strong gin tonics. By the time we had to get in line to board, our conversations were just a tad giggly.

The flight was excruciatingly long. I had been too generous and agreed to switch seat with someone who wanted to be with their spouse, landing me in the middle seat of the middle row. At least I was next to Camille, but I wasn’t able to sleep one minute, something I normally do very easily on planes. I watched an amazing Chinese movie called Endgame (Chinese characters name?), which got me nearly screaming at my screen and punching the air multiple times. Great stuff. After 13 hours and feeling like my butt had completely receded into my body, here is the run down of my evening :

4:00 : Landing. Oh my god, we’re in Japan!

6:00 : Finally escape Immigration and Customs, sweating, grimy and sore.

7:00 : Leave the airport, after waiting for every Canadian JET to arrive.

8:30 : Wake up from my bus nap and lug my suitcases inside… only to be redirected to a conference room.

9:00 : Freed from the welcome conference (where everyone was in PJs dozing off) and head to my room to finally shower.

9:30 : Pass out after being awake for exactly 24 hours.

Our orientation training began the very next day. In the morning we had a bunch of online videos to watch at our own pace. After that, we were free to roam and/or sleep until the afternoon. We then had in-person training : sitting on an uncomfortable chair, listening to someone read PowerPoints about education, COVID-19 measures and Japanese etiquette. The Montreal branch of the JET Programme had already given us a ton of training, so most of what was said was a repeat. It was a bit shocking to see some people *cough* Americans *cough* genuinely surprised at some very basic notions such as how to greet coworkers or the fact that jeans aren’t allowed at work. Anyway, the fun usually began in the evening, after a big nap. By the way, the hotel included slippers and a yukata : here's a lil' selfie!

The first night, Camille and I headed to the busiest part of Shinjuku, only a short walk away from our hotel. We found a nice bustling restaurant, a little old-school looking. It took us forever to order, as we weren’t sure exactly how to order. Waiters were rushing past us, hands always full of food, and never really looked our way even though we’d clearly put the menu away and were staring holes into their apron. Eventually, we realized we needed to raise our hands like schoolchildren and call out. The service was then super polite and, most of all, super quick. We had our many little dishes coming in at seemingly the perfect pace, as if they were watching and matching our speed. We had some grilled pork belly over egg rice, beef dumplings, cold udon noodles with a dipping sauce and some deep-fried fish filets, along with a cocktail each. In the end, the whole thing cost us 25$ for the both of us! God I love Japan.

The second day, we managed to finish our morning videos around 7, so we headed out for coffee and a walk. We had humongous iced coffees topped with soft-serve vanilla ice cream (which we thought was whipped cream). After that sugary breakfast, we walked nearly 2 hours to reach Harajuku, the fashion/cutesy district. I’d been there when I was 16, so I was looking forward to going back. There, we ate the Instagram-famous rainbow cotton candy from Totti Candy Factory and took some pictures in a purikura. Purikuras are this sort of liminal hellish space where tons of photo booths play cute tunes and speak in high pitched voices (I’ll upload a video soon). The photo booths are made to edit your face entirely to make you “beautiful” according to the extreme Japanese standards. We played along and ended up with scary uncanny valley selfies, which I will treasure forever.

Later that night, we went to a conveyor belt sushi restaurant next to the hotel. I remember the first time I went to one of these. It was one of my first days in Tokyo with dad in 2012, and at that time I categorically refused to eat raw fish. The only thing I would pick off the belt were the sweet egg slabs and the occasional edamame bowl. Needless to say that this time, I redeemed myself. We finished off the evening at a pub, drinking a mix of umeshu (plum wine) and soda, my new favourite drink.

And there it was, orientation was over! Wednesday morning, I bid farewell to Camille, who was headed out to Saga prefecture, all the way south on Kyushu island. I met up with the only other Yamanashi JET, a neuroscience major named Katherine, and we were escorted to Shinjuku station for our 11h30 train (perfectly on time, of course!).

Details from my first days in Yamanashi to come!

#lifeupdates #tokyo #japantravel #life in japan #purikura #gaijin #japan #japanese culture #nippon

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Fall of '85 Chapter 2

September 1st 1985

Song of the chapter: “Edge of Seventeen” by Stevie Nicks

I got into Steve’s car and looked at the time. Shit. It’s 8:15 already? School starts at 8:30. Late on my first day back. Great!

“Soooo Y/N, are you gonna throw the big back to school party Friday?” Steve asked almost giddily. He literally just graduated and he is already acting like he’s back in high school again. If I was him I would be anxious to get out of Hawkins.

“If you insist.” I yawned.

“I definitely do. Is it alright if I invite Dustin and Robin?” He asked.

“Sure. Whatever. You and your friends…You're so weird.” I rolled my eyes. I grabbed out my Walkman and took the tape out. It was the album “Bella Donna” by Stevie Nicks. I put it into Steve’s cassette player in his car. The first song to play was “Edge of Seventeen” which I thought was fitting because I was literally on the edge of seventeen as it was my 18th Birthday Friday.

“Oh god. You and your whiney girly shit.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“It’s not girly shit! It’s good. I bet Nancy likes it!” I eyed him. He was quiet then.

“Look, we have to pick up Robin.” Steve exclaimed.

“But we are running late already!” I cried. “I can’t be late on my first day. I need to make a good impression. I’m a senior for christ sake Steve!” I argued.

“Well it’s not my fault little Miss Perfect! You’ve been acting so weird since you got back from summer camp. You're not the same as you were before. What happened there?” Steve argued back.

“NOTHING! Nothing happened Steve, okay? Let’s just pick up Robin. Please. And take me to school? And try to make it snappy!”

I walked into school and the first people I saw were Chrissy and Jason. I waved to them and then continued down the hall in a rush as to not be late for home room. It was then that someone caught my eye. I looked. No it couldn’t be.. I kept rushing down the hall.

I made it into home room with just enough time to spare. This was gonna be a long first day. I sat down at one of the empty desks between Lily Langdon and Jessica Lane.

“Did you see who was back again?!” Lily laughed.

“No.. who?!” Jessica looked at Lily.

“Eddie the Freak. I can’t believe he failed again!” At that moment I had never been more panicked in my life. I could feel the blood rushing to my ears. My heart was pounding at a million miles a second. This can’t be happening.

“Are you okay Y/N? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Jessica snickered. Her comments made me snap back to reality.

“I’m fine… who’s ‘Eddie the Freak?’” I asked, hoping it wouldn’t be who I thought it was.

“You don’t know who Eddie the Freak is? Jesus, you're sheltered. Eddie the Freak Munson. The drug dealer..” She shirked. Shit… shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I would have never even said hi to Eddie if I realized that he went to Hawkins high.

That summer I wanted to be different. I didn’t wanna be known as the popular prep with all the friends and all the party’s and all the other bullshit that came along with it. I just wanted to be me… but I didn’t want the past to follow me, and I certainly did not want to be me at Hawkins high. Because the real me would be torn apart here.

The first hour of home room dragged by. As expected. Now it was time to venture into the halls. My first class of the day was art. I loved art. I walked into the room and sat at one of the tables with Chrissy. I really liked Chrissy, she was one of the nicest popular kids at school, and so I didn’t actually mind being friends with her. We chatted about our summers and what we did. I was sure not to mention my little fling or anything else that came along with it.

Chrissy seemed bothered, but I didn’t like to poke so we continued to chat about the normal conversation stuff. After this it was finally lunch.

“So.. are you gonna come to my back to school party Friday? It’s gonna be rad. It’s sorta like a mixture party, for my birthday as well!”

“Of course I’ll be there!” She smiled.

“Great!! And please feel free to invite anyone you would like! Let the whole school know for all I care. I want it to be the best party. Seeing as it’s our last back to school party ever.” I smiled back.

Fast forward to lunch.

I walked into the cafeteria and looked around. I saw the table by the window where my friends normally sit. There were a few new faces such as Lucas Sinclair, who joined the basketball team this year. Everyone was chatting about their summers and about my party Friday.

“Hey! Y/N. Is your brother gonna be there?!” Jason called from across the table.

“Yeah! Of course!” I called back

“Sick, he can buy us beer!!” He cried back. I suddenly felt someone staring at me across the cafe. I turned around and there he was. Eddie. He stared at me, I don’t know if it was in shock or in awe. But he stared at me long and hard. I looked at him. He kinda raised his eyebrows a bit and then walked towards the exit of the cafeteria. I used that as a sign to follow him.

“Just gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” I said to Chrissy. I walked out of the cafeteria and stood in the doorway. Confused as to where he went. It was quite in the hallway. Thank god. I suddenly heard someone from around the corner. I walked towards the noise.

There was Eddie. Stood up against the wall. God he was hot. Maybe even hotter than he was during the summer.

#eddie munson oneshot #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things season 4 #steve harrington #stranger things headcanons #st4

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Halfbloods and Purebloods

WC: 2616

Percy Jackson, followed by Annabeth Chase and Grover Underwood were on a quest to deliver a package to famous demigod Logan Lerman in order to inform him of the war brewing on Olympus. The only problem was that Logan Lerman was a famous actor and they weren’t sure how to find him without the usage of cell phones. They heard a rumor that he was in London filming a new movie, so that's where they were. Percy had summoned some Hippocampus for the three of them to ride on to get over there. A straightforward ride from the beaches of Camp Half Blood straight into the center of London by the River Thames. They dismounted when they got to the center of the city.

“Where do you think he's filming?” Percy asks, looking around at all of the billboards and street signs.

“I'm not sure. There must be a sign.” Annabeth responds, glancing around.

“Maybe we should ask someone?” Grover says innocently, pulling out a half chewed aluminum can out of his pocket.

“There!” Annabeth points. There’s a flier taped to a telephone pole that read “Meetup with the cast of Bullet Train: Uptown London, 2pm.”

“That’s convenient.” Percy comments, grabbing the flier from the pole and shoving it into his pocket. “How are we going to get there?”

“Look, there’s a train station.” Annabeth points across the road to Kings Cross Train Station.

“That's convenient.” Percy comments as they cross the street over to the train station.

“Holy mother of Hades, it's packed in here.” Annabeth gawks, seeing the swarms of people.

Grover looks over at the large clock on the wall reading September 1st, 10:55AM. “Commuters I guess.” He shrugs.

“Listen, I’m going to go look at tickets to see where we need to go. You two stay out of trouble.” Annabeth orders the boys before promptly walking away to the ticketbooth.

Percy and Grover look around at all the people, Grover anxiously gnaws on his aluminum can. Families spur past them quickly, almost knocking them over. “Watch where you're going!” Percy yells after them.

“Don't go all New Yorker on everybody now.” Grover laughs.

“They were rude.” Percy rolls his eyes. “I want to see where everyone’s rushing off to.” He says before promptly turning around and following the families.

“Percy, wait!” Grover exclaims, looking between Percy and Annabeth. But it’s no luck, Percy’s already following the family that shoved him, getting lost among the people. Grover frantically tries to catch up to him but can't push past everyone. “Percy!”

Percy notices the family stopping at a pillar and staring at it. Everyone in the family was obnoxiously blonde, two parents with their son, the same age as Percy, sixteen.

“Merlin, I do not need you two coming with me every year.” The boy exclaims at his parents. “I’m going to be late!” He complains.

Percy watches in awe and confusion as the boy walks straight through the pillar, seemingly disappearing. The boy’s parents turn and see Percy staring.

“Move along, boy. Nothing to see here.” The father says coldly

“Hurry along, you're going to be late too.” The mother muses, putting her hand on Percy's shoulder and pushing him towards the pillar. “Have a nice school year.” She continues before shoving Percy through the pillar. The last thing Percy heard was Grover yelling his name again.

Percy ends up on the other side of the pillar, on a new platform. He looks around and sees the other students around his age scrambling to get onto the train labeled “Hogwarts Express.” He puts his hand on the pillar, seeing if he could get back through, to no use. He notices the blonde boy from before, searching around for his friends before he got on the train.

“Hey, man.” Percy says casually. The blonde boy looks Percy up and down with a disgusted look.

“American transfer students.” The boy rolls his eyes. “I’m Draco Malfoy. All you need to know is that my family is better than yours.” He says coldly towards Percy.

“Um..I’m Percy Jackson. Do you know how I can get back to the other side of the platform?” Percy asks, trying not to get annoyed at Draco’s attitude.

“Mate, the train is about to leave, the barrier is closed.” Draco scoffs, starting to walk towards the train. Percy follows behind him, gawking at the little animals so many students carried around as pets.

“Train to where?” Percy asks.

“Are you thick? To Hogwarts.” Draco scoffs again, boarding onto the train. Percy continues to follow.

“I’m kind of far away from home. Can you break that down for me?” Percy asks curiously.

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” Draco says, walking through the halls and looking in the cabins for his mates. He stops and turns towards Percy. “Listen, your Ilvermorny transportation might be fancy and your school might allow guns and American flags, but we’re not as friendly over here.” Draco says coldly before giving Percy a look up and down. “Hufflepuff?” He scoffs.

“Huffle-what? I thought weed was illegal outside the US?” Percy looks at him.

“You’re useless.” Draco rolls his eyes again, turning around to continue walking down the hall.

“This is a train to a school, you said?” Percy asks, following him along. Percy remembered how many times he’d been kicked out of schools. Although this school must be a fancy boarding school with this many students traveling to get there.

“You’re a smart one.” Draco comments before entering a compartment with his friends and sitting down. “Mates, we’ve got a transfer student on our hands. Been harassing me since I got on the platform.”

Percy stared at them, he was starting to get annoyed at the mocking. One of the boys who was taking a sip from his water bottle had it suddenly explode over his face, soaking his front. Draco and one of the other boys stand up intimidatingly at Percy. “You’re dead, Jackson.”

Percy realized this was probably a good time to run. As he ran down the walkways he noticed students carrying strange small animals resembling colored cotton balls. As well as carrying around intricately carved sticks. “This is not a train for mortals.” He mumbled to himself. He glanced back and noticed that he was losing Draco and his goon. He opened a compartment and shut the door quickly to catch his breath.

Three pairs of eyes landed on Percy. “You alright, Mate?” One said. Percy turned to notice the other people. The brown haired boy looked kind of similar to Percy, except he wore glasses. There was another boy with gingery hair next to him, and a brunette girl sitting across from them.

“Running from a normal guy is a nice change from running from monsters.” Percy laughs, glancing around the room. His eyes landed on a trunk that read 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.’ He then started to piece everything together.

“Well, I’m Harry, this is Ron and Hermione. You must be a transfer?” Harry says quizzically, noticing Percy’s New York Accent.

“Oh…yeah.” Percy nods. “What’s the deal with that Draco Malfoy guy?” He asks, taking a seat next to Hermione.

“He’s an idiot.” Hermione muses. Ron lets out a chuckle.

“You don't want to get caught up with him.” Percy adds. “He’s always had a bit of a crush on me but he hates Hermione because of her bloodline. He’s a blood supremacist.”

Percy’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

“Well, she's a muggle born.” Harry shrugged.

“Meaning?”

“Oh, you must have different terms for it in America. Her parents are both non-wizards. Draco comes from a family of only wizards.” Harry explained.

“People care about that sort of thing? Does it even change your powers or abilities?”

Harry thinks for a moment. “No, not really. Everyone has a decently fair chance to be powerful I think.”

“Then that's stupid.” Percy huffed. “He seemed like a bit of a dick when we talked.”

The trio nods in agreement.

“Jackson!” Yelled a voice down the hall. Percy’s eyes widened and he looked at the rest of the group.

“You guys can just call me Percy.” He says quickly before ducking out of the cabin and escaping down the hall.

Hermione turns towards the boys casually. “I wonder if his full name is Perseus.” She laughs.

“Perseus?” Ron asks.

“From Greek mythology?” She replied. Ron shook his head. “In Greek mythology, Perseus is the son of Zeus. He’s a demigod, slayer of monsters.” Hermione explained.

“Maybe he is Persues.” Harry said with a teasing smile.

Percy continues to run down the corridor, looking behind himself he doesn't notice Draco anymore so he slows down. He walks along for a few seconds before getting yanked into a new cabin. He yelps at the sudden force as he sees the darkness in the cabin, with the windows all being covered.

“Alright, what the hell?” Percy says in an agitated voice.

“You remind me of someone.” Draco says casually, standing close to him.

Percy reaches his hands out to touch the figure in front of him. Percy reaches for his flashlight and the pen in his pocket. He uncapped Riptide and the 3ft long sword grew to its full length, shining a dim glow over the boys. He saw Draco flinch at the sudden weapon then Draco reached into his pocket, drawing his wand.

“Is the person Harry?”

“What?”

“I remind you of Harry.” Percy says again, more clearly. Draco sneers. “What’s your obsession with Harry?”

“I’m not obsessed with him, you half blood.” Draco says, clearly annoyed. “Put that damn sword away. Why do you even have that?”

“Why did you call me a half-blood?” Percy gasps.

“You’re clearly no pureblood.” Draco sneers. “What? Muggle born? Wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Uh-um.” Percy chokes. He caps Riptide and pulls the curtains on the windows so there would be some light in the cabin.

“Where did your sword just go?” Draco knits his eyebrows together.

“Doesn’t matter. Look, you’re a wizard, aren't you?” Percy asks seriously.

Draco glances down at the wand in his hand. “Yeah, clearly. Don’t tell me you’re some kind of muggle?”

Percy thinks for a second. “Not entirely. But I need to get out of here. I lost my friends at the train station.”

“Not entirely?” Draco crosses his arms.

“I’m not a wizard, but I'm not a mortal.” Percy explains, deciding to bite the bullet since he was seemingly talking to a wizard. Draco stares at him with a confused expression.

“Is this some sort of prank? It’s not funny.”

“It’s not a prank!” Percy argues. Seconds later he hears screaming down the hall and sees students running down past their cabinet.

“Monster, run!” He hears people call.

Percy draws Riptide and uncaps it, opening the door to face whatever monster may be in the halls. Draco stares in awe at the sword. “T-that was a pen!” He exclaims.

“And this is a fury!” Percy replies, charging at the monster. Draco pokes his head out of the cabin and stares at Percy willingly fighting the demon creature.

The fury flies over Percy and lunges at Draco. Draco jumps back in surprise and trips, falling hard to the ground. Percy runs up behind the fury and jumps onto it, plunging his sword into its back. It immediately turns into dust and disappears, leaving a very confused Draco staring at Percy like he’d seen God.

Percy smiles courageously down at Draco. Draco’s sure he’s never felt like this before, protected by another guy like this. Especially not one who looks like the famous Harry Potter.

“You- you saved me.” Draco gasps. “And that thing disappeared!”

“No problem.” Percy caps Riptide and slips it back into his pocket. He reaches a hand down to help Draco up, which Draco gratefully accepts. Draco stares at Percy and takes in his features. Percy notices the staring and quickly lets go of Draco's hand. “Well, is there any way you know how I can get out of here?”

Draco shakes his head, still a bit in shock. “We’re headed straight for school. No stops or detours.” Percy groans. “Once we get there you can steal a broom or a flying car to get back home?” Draco suggests.

“Would those things even work if I’m not a wizard?”

Draco thinks for a moment. “No, I don't think so.”

Percy groans again. “I need my dog, or my friend Nico. Do you have a phone?”

Draco rummages through his pockets and pulls out a phone, handing it to Percy. “How would your dog save you?”

“It’s complicated.” Percy explains, making a call to Nico. He mumbles on the phone for a minute or two before saying “see you soon.”

“Someone coming to get you?” Draco asks, taking the phone back.

“Yeah, but he won't be here for a while.” Percy sighs.

“Guess you’ll have to wait it out.” Draco says, going back into the cabin and taking a seat. Percy follows him and sits across from him.

They talk for a few hours. As the sun started to set outside their chatting died down as they watched the sunset together.

“Are your friends missing you?” Percy asked, staring out the window.

“I’ll see them all year.” Draco shrugged. “I don’t get you for very much longer.” Percy nodded, suddenly feeling a bit sad that he’d never see his new friend again. “Can I ask you something?” Percy nodded. “How did you do that water trick? If you’re not a wizard?”

Percy considered lying but decided it was useless. “I’m the son of Poseidon. I can do things like that.” He said casually.

“Fuck off.” Draco laughed before noticing Percy's serious face. “No way!”

Percy just nodded again. “Got another bottle?” He asks.

Draco rummages through the compartment, grabbing a closed plastic water bottle. Percy uncapped the water and set it on the windowsill. He stared at it for a moment, letting the water swirl up and out of the water in a mini tornado. Draco stared in awe. Percy held the water for a few more moments before it carefully swirled back into the bottle, not spilling a drop.

“That's amazing!” Draco exclaimed.

“That’s nothing.” Percy chuckled. He watched Draco as he stared at the water bottle in amusement. He suddenly felt an urge to be closer to him. Draco noticed Percy staring at him this time and tried to play it cool, as if he didn’t notice.

As the compartments got darker, the noise in the hall got quieter as students were losing energy from the day and falling asleep. Percy watched Draco yawn and let out a shiver. “Cold?” He asked. Draco shook his head but Percy got up to sit beside Draco so he could lean on him. Percy laid his head on Dracos shoulder. Draco stiffened up, not used to physical affection. Or any kind of affection, really. Percy lifted his head. “You okay?” He asked softly, looking at Draco closely.

“I’m fine.” Draco murmured, taking in how close Percy was to his face. Percy noticed it too, glancing at Draco’s lips and taking in how he looked in the moonlight.

Draco stared for another moment before leaning in, letting their lips press together. Percy gasped slightly but accepted the kiss from this boy who he’d only known for a few hours.

After a moment they pull away. There’s a flash of light and Nico Di Angelo is sitting in front of them. Percy pulls away from Draco, his eyes widening in surprise at seeing Nico so suddenly. Nico raises an eyebrow but just smirks and rolls his eyes. “I’m not going to ask.”

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